I sat in a carriage, admiring the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland along the way, and thought: Is Shaoxing, my hometown, still like that? I can't wait to go home immediately and try the tender loofah and red tomatoes in the garden ... I must go to the big peach tree to enjoy the cool and go fishing in the big round fish pond at night ... My hometown accent has not changed for decades, but my hair is gray. I wonder if my wife and family still know me.
After a month of camping, I finally got back to my hometown. Ah, my hometown, my home! The hut I built when I was a child is still there, the clear fish pond is still there, and the colorful goldfish are still there! I also saw a group of lively and lovely children playing in front of my house. Ah, these must be my children and grandchildren. Although my hair is white and I still have a beard, I am very satisfied with my children and grandchildren now. Several children saw me coming and gathered around curiously. An older and bolder little boy looked up and said to me with a smile, "Grandpa, where are you from and where are you going?" When I heard that, a wry smile appeared on my face and I was deeply touched. At that time, I was in a particularly good mood and sang a poem:
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
Children don't know each other when they meet. Where do they come from?
2. Composition: write a short article in the first person, based on poetry, and reasonably imagine,1;
I left my hometown when I was a child and didn't come back until fifty years later. Although my accent hasn't changed, my temples have turned white. I walked to the village entrance of my hometown and saw several children. I got off the horse and asked the children kindly. Do you know where Zhang Zhi's home is? The child said, "What do you want to do?" I said, "I am He Zhangzhi." The child said, "You are the famous He Zhangzhi." The children dragged me home, and I finally returned to my long-lost home, so I wrote the poem "Back to my hometown".
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When I was young, I left my hometown and became an official in Beijing. I didn't expect this to be 50 years. It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. I think: I'm 86 years old, so I'd better stop being an official and go home and enjoy it. After much deliberation, he resigned from his official position and set foot on his way home.
Looking at the beautiful scenery on the roadside, Qianshan came into view, and familiar voices were introduced to my ears. I can't help thinking, thinking of childhood, thinking of relatives and friends. I don't know how long it took, but I have arrived at my hometown. A familiar smell came to my face, and everything in my hometown has not changed. I walked on that familiar path, and the scene of my childhood reappeared in my mind. Hometown hasn't changed, people have changed. Although my accent hasn't changed, my temples have turned gray.
Turning into that alley, I saw great changes around me. Occasionally I meet some acquaintances who no longer know me. At this time, many children suddenly ran out in front of them. They were playing. Seeing me, he leaned over and asked with a smile, "Grandpa, where are you from?" "I am from here!" "Then why haven't we seen you?" Say that finish, then ran away.
"I haven't returned home for many years. Are my relatives and friends still there? " After thinking about it, I went to see my relatives.
At the age of 36, I left my hometown to be an official in the court. I dedicated my life to the imperial court and won the appreciation of emperors of all ages. He served four emperors. You may delay, but time will not. When I was old, I submitted my resignation to the emperor and decided to go home to spend my old age and enjoy my family! Seeing that I am old, the emperor had to reluctantly let me go back to my hometown and give me a mirror lake.
At the thought of returning to my hometown where I miss my dreams day and night, my old heart is full of infinite happiness! I still clearly remember that whenever spring blossoms, under that green hill, that small village is full of poetry and painting. At the entrance of the village, a group of children are playing; In the tree, a small group of birds are singing happily; Golden straw houses are dotted with green land; Piglets and old cows with black and white flowers are running around happily on the ground; Hard-working women sit in front of their homes, weaving "cheep-cheep-cheep"; Tough guys take pains to plow the fields, and from time to time there are little sparrows to make trouble!
Alas, when I left my hometown, I was still young, and now my sideburns are gray. I have lost my spirit and become a useless old deadwood!
It is rare for the emperor and officials to respect me as always and see me off. After bidding farewell to the monarch and ministers who lived together day and night, I waded all the way to this small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers that I had been away from for many years and returned to my lovely hometown. The fatigue of running around all the way is really unbearable for me, who is over eighty years old. At the entrance of the village, I stumbled to a big stone and sat down. I can't help but think of the time when I used to drink, write poems and play chess with my companions. How wonderful that is! Look, I'm weak now! My hair is gray, too Why does time pass so quickly? Like a river, it flows quietly and quickly. Time waits for no one!
Suddenly, a group of lively and lovely, naive and naughty children came and surrounded me, looking up and down curiously and asking questions. One of the children crowded in front of me, stared at my long beard and smiled and asked, "Grandpa, where are you from?" Where are you going? What can we do for you? "The children's innocence and enthusiasm infected me, but now I return to my hometown, but I am a stranger! I can't help feeling sad. Recalling my good friend who grew up with me in my hometown, I had to smile and ask the children, "Children, let me ask you something ..." Before I finished, the children scrambled to say, "Are you a local, too? "Go ahead! We will try our best! " I said happily, "I asked your family and heard that your children call him little grandpa!" " "The children said with one voice," yes, yes, his home is at the east end of the village! """Grandpa, we'll take you!" While speaking, two children have helped me to the east end of the village. For a moment, I felt sad. Why is life so short? How long can I live? Fifty years later, when I left, these children, even their father, were not born yet! How could they possibly know me? Really: "The teenager leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed ... When a child meets a stranger, he will smile and ask where the guest is from."
3. Start a 400-word homecoming couplet in the first person and write two homecoming couplets: When he left home, the local accent remained unchanged.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. In the third year of Tianbao (744), He resigned and retired to his hometown of Yongxing, Yuezhou (now Xiaoshan, Zhejiang). At that time, he was eighty-six years old, and he had left his hometown for more than fifty years in middle age.
Life is easy to get old, the world is vicissitudes, and my heart is filled with emotion. The word "even" in hometown books not only means that poetry was written by accident, but also reveals the meaning that poetry comes from life and from the bottom of my heart.
The first song was written when I first came here, expressing my feelings of hurting the old for a long time. In the first and second sentences, the poet was in a familiar and unfamiliar environment in his hometown, and he felt quite uneasy all the way: he left home in his prime; When I got home today, I couldn't help feeling.
The first sentence summarizes the fact that you have been away from home for decades with sentences like "running away from home when you are young" and "going back to your boss", which implies the feeling of hurting your boss. The second sentence inherits the previous sentence with "the hair on the sideburns is fading", and specifically describes the state of being a boss, and sets off the changed "hair on the sideburns" with the constant "local accent", meaning "I don't forget my hometown, can my hometown still recognize me", thus paving the way for the following two sentences to arouse children's questions.
Three or four sentences changed from an emotional self-portrait to a dramatic scene in which children smiled and asked questions. "Laugh and ask where the guest comes from", which is just a faint question among children, so stop here; On the poet, it became a heavy blow, which triggered his infinite feelings. In his later years, the sadness of the opposition between subject and object was included in this seemingly dull question.
This is the place where the whole poem ends quietly, but the meaning is like an empty valley, full of sadness and boundless. As far as the whole poem is concerned, one or two sentences are mediocre, while three or four sentences are like twists and turns, with no boundary.
The beauty of the last two sentences lies in the powder on the back, which is seamless: although mourning is written, it is expressed in a happy scene; Although I wrote about myself, it was turned out from the side of the child. The scene where children ask questions is full of life interest. Even if we are not infected by the poet's long-term feelings of hurting the elderly, we can't help but be moved by this interesting life scene.
The second song can be regarded as a sequel to the first one. After the poet got home, he learned about the personnel changes in his hometown through conversations with relatives and friends. While sighing for a long time, he could not help sighing about the impermanence of personnel.
"Leaving my hometown for many years" is equivalent to the last song "Leaving home to be the boss when I was young". The poet never tires of repeating the same meaning, just because all feelings are caused by decades of exile.
So the next sentence is to dig out the discussion about personnel. The sentence "Recently, people have passed half" seems abstract and objective, but it actually contains many specific contents that deeply touch the poet's feelings. The sigh of "finding half our friends dead" and all kinds of sighs caused by the sinking of relatives and friends are included.
It's too numerous to mention, and you have to go in a cage. After three or four sentences, the poet's eyes shifted from personnel changes to the description of natural scenery.
Jinghu Lake is located at the northern foot of Huiji Mountain in Shaoxing, Zhejiang, more than 300 miles from Fiona Fang. He's former residence is next to Jinghu Lake.
Although it has been decades since I left Jinghu Lake, the water waves in Jinghu Lake are still rippling in the surrounding spring scenery. By the independent mirror lake, a feeling of "things are different from people" naturally came to my mind, so I wrote a poem "Only the mirror lake in front of the door, the spring breeze will not change the old waves".
The poet compares "semi-killing" with "unchanging", further develops the meaning of "semi-killing" with "only", and emphasizes that almost all things in the past have changed except the lake wave. From the direct expression of one or two sentences to the writing and discussion of three or four sentences of scenery, it seems to be idle and irrelevant. In fact, this is a clever contrast, which only strengthens the feelings to be expressed from the opposite side. Under the background of constant lake waves, personnel feelings are getting deeper and deeper.
It should also be noted that words expressing time such as "many years", "recent" and "old times" run through the whole poem, which makes the whole poem shrouded in an atmosphere of deep meditation and overwhelming emotions. Compared with the first Prime Minister, if the poet once felt that it was a little relief to be among his relatives when he entered the house for the first time to see the children, then when he was introduced by his relatives and friends, he became independent from the sparkling mirror lake, which undoubtedly became more and more sad.
Lu You said: "The article is natural, and it is wonderful." In the final analysis, the success of the two poems "The Return of the Native" lies in the fact that the poems show a state of transformation.
The feelings of poetry are natural and vivid, and the language and rhythm seem to flow naturally from the heart, unpretentious and unadorned, unconsciously introducing readers into the artistic conception of poetry. Such a good poem comes from life and from the heart, which is very rare.
The title * * * was written by the author when he returned to his hometown to be an official in the fourth year of Tianbao (744). The poem not only expresses the feeling of hurting the old after a long separation, but also is full of the intimacy of returning home after a long separation. Although it was written in his later years (85 years old), it is full of life interest.
Sleeping Night Talk: "Yang Heng said in a poem:' It's time to remember the mountain, and then send the guests back to the mountain. "Zhang Jiyun:' I remember when I left home because I gave it away.
Lv Xiang's poem "Going Home" said:' My brother is still young, but I don't know when I return home. He Zhangzhi said: "When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Language benefits are exchanged for benefits, and people who are good at it should participate. "He (659-744) was born in Yongxing, Yuezhou (now Xiaoshan, Zhejiang).
Wuhou was a scholar during the reign of Shengyuan (695), and his literary works were not famous. In the 11th year of Kaiyuan (723), he was transferred to the position of Assistant Minister of Ritual, and later served as the guest and secretary supervisor of the Prince.
In the winter of the second year of Tianbao (743), he returned home due to illness and was given a song "The Interpretation of Jing Hu". In the first month of the following year, Xuanzong personally wrote poems, and hundreds of officials below the prince wrote poems to bid farewell.
Soon after he came back, he died of illness at the age of eighty-six, and was later given the title of history of the Ministry of Rites. He is the most proud of the "Four Scholars of Wuzhong" (He, Zhang Xu, Bao Rong and Zhang), and the other three are all small officials.
But he is not a man of fame and fortune. At the same time, fellow countryman Lu Xiangxian often calls people and says, "Brother He is a charming man.
My children and I never thought about being rich. I'm stingy if I can't see my brother for a day. "("Old Tang Book "). When he saw him in the Purple Pole Palace in Chang 'an, he cried. Quot drop fairy ",praised his" Shu Dao Nan ".
According to poetry and reasonable imagination, I wrote a narrative of returning to my hometown in the first person. At the age of 36, he left his hometown to be an official in the imperial court and devoted his life to the imperial court, which was appreciated by emperors of all dynasties. He served four emperors. You may delay, but time will not. When I was old, I submitted my resignation to the emperor and decided to go home to spend my old age and enjoy my family! Seeing that I am old, the emperor had to reluctantly let me go back to my hometown and give me a mirror lake.
At the thought of returning to my hometown where I miss my dreams day and night, my old heart is full of infinite happiness! I still clearly remember that whenever spring blossoms, under that green hill, that small village is full of poetry and painting. At the entrance of the village, a group of children are playing; In the tree, a small group of birds are singing happily; Golden straw houses are dotted with green land; Piglets and old cows with black and white flowers are running around happily on the ground; Hard-working women sit in front of their homes, weaving "cheep-cheep-cheep"; Tough guys take pains to plow the fields, and from time to time there are little sparrows to make trouble!
Alas, when I left my hometown, I was still young, and now my sideburns are gray. I have lost my spirit and become a useless old deadwood!
It is rare for the emperor and officials to respect me as always and see me off. After bidding farewell to the monarch and ministers who lived together day and night, I waded all the way to this small mountain village surrounded by mountains and rivers that I had been away from for many years and returned to my lovely hometown. The fatigue of running around all the way is really unbearable for me, who is over eighty years old. At the entrance of the village, I stumbled to a big stone and sat down. I can't help but think of the time when I used to drink, write poems and play chess with my companions. How wonderful that is! Look, I'm weak now! My hair is gray, too Why does time pass so quickly? Like a river, it flows quietly and quickly. Time waits for no one!
Suddenly, a group of lively and lovely, naive and naughty children came and surrounded me, looking up and down curiously and asking questions. One of the children crowded in front of me, stared at my long beard and smiled and asked, "Grandpa, where are you from?" Where are you going? What can we do for you? "The children's innocence and enthusiasm infected me, but now I return to my hometown, but I am a stranger! I can't help feeling sad. Recalling my good friend who grew up with me in my hometown, I had to smile and ask the children, "Children, let me ask you something ..." Before I finished, the children scrambled to say, "Are you a local, too? "Go ahead! We will try our best! " I said happily, "I asked your family and heard that your children call him little grandpa!" " "The children said with one voice," yes, yes, his home is at the east end of the village! """Grandpa, we'll take you!" While speaking, two children have helped me to the east end of the village. For a moment, I felt sad. Why is life so short? How long can I live? Fifty years later, when I left, these children, even their father, were not born yet! How could they possibly know me? Really: "Teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Children don't know each other when they meet
Smile and ask the guest where he is from. "
5. Rewrite the Homecoming Book into an article with a self-designed title of not less than 300 words, and the geese fly south. He has got the approval of the emperor and can retire and go home. He dreamed of his hometown many times in his dream. At the thought of going home this time, he was as happy as if he had returned to his childhood.
He recalled the scene of trying to be an official as a teenager. In a blink of an eye, I have been an official in the imperial court for 56 years. I am eighty years old and six years old. But he can't change his hometown accent. As soon as he looked in the mirror, he saw that his sideburns had turned white, and he was no longer the youth when he took office.
He Zhangzhi rides on horseback and travels thousands of miles to anxious to return every day. He laughed all the way and even sang his own "Liu Yong". Finally, I returned to my hometown after a long separation. He smelled such fresh air and such a quiet hometown. Taste the clear spring in my hometown. It's so sweet. Touching the soil in my hometown makes me feel so fragrant. The country road is still so winding, and the scene of carrying a schoolbag to school as a child seems to reappear.
He touched the old willow and said to himself, Do you still recognize me? But I still miss you. I still think about everything in my hometown. Do people in my hometown still recognize me?
At this time, a group of children, seeing He behaving unusually and full of energy, walked back and forth, thinking that he was from other places and lost his way. They surrounded him with questions. A little boy asked innocently, "Grandpa, where are you from?" Are you lost? "He was shocked and then said," Son, I'm from Yongxing, Yuezhou, and this is my hometown! " As he spoke, he burst into tears.
The little boy still smiled and asked, "How come we haven't seen you?" So you must be from Beijing? He Zhang Zhishuang quickly replied, "I'm from Beijing. I passed the exam when I was your age and I haven't come back yet. Of course you haven't seen me! "Then why don't you settle in Beijing? Beijing luxury! " The other boys asked. He said: "No matter how good Beijing is, it is not as good as my hometown! Trees also know that leaves fall to their roots, not to mention us? " He Zhangzhi said with emotion. Suddenly, a little boy said, "I heard from my grandfather that there is a big official in Beijing who is from here." His name is He Zhangzhi. Is that you? " He nodded. "That was you! Grandpa, you can stay at my house these days! Find a place to live in the future! My grandfather is very enthusiastic, maybe you know him! "
"Thank you!" He moved Zhang Zhi very much. Later, he really met his childhood playmate, the child's grandfather. He couldn't believe it.
That night when he was in the little boy's home, when he was excited, he wrote the famous "Homecoming Book":
Young people leave home, old people come back,
The local accent has not changed.
The children don't know each other,
Smile and ask the guest where he is from.
6. I compiled a 300-word story into a story. In order to gain fame, I went to Beijing to take the exam as a teenager. 37 years old, admitted to Jinshi. Wu Zetian of Tang Dynasty (Wu Zetian) was the best scholar in the year of Shengyuan (695), awarded the doctor 4, and moved to the doctor of Taichang. Later, he served as assistant minister of rites, secretary supervisor and prince guest. During this period, I worked hard day and night, actively shared my worries for the emperor and did my duty as a courtier. In this way, year after year passed, during which I changed several positions in succession. Unconsciously, decades have passed, and in a blink of an eye, I am over 80. Considering that he was old and gave some opportunities for the elderly to exercise, he asked the emperor to retire and return to China. Considering my age, the emperor approved it. I rode my horse and finally came to my hometown. Look! I saw Jinghu Lake in my hometown. Jinghu Lake is still so beautiful. Listen! Heard a hometown dialect I haven't heard for a long time. Ah, how beautiful my hometown is! I'm back! I'm finally home! I was intoxicated with joy unconsciously. "Hello, who are you?" Suddenly, a gentle voice came from my ear. I looked up at once. It turns out there is a child in front of me. The child saw me and asked me with a smile: Hello! Who are you? Why don't I let you go? Where are you from? It turns out that because I haven't been back for a long time, the child hasn't seen the king and doesn't know me, so I smiled and told him: I'm from this village, too. My name is He Zhangzhi, and I am a poet. Told my story to the child. The child listened and left with satisfaction. When I got home, I was suddenly inspired and wrote a poem based on my experience at home. The whole poem is: the teenager left home and returned home, and the local accent has not changed. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Hehe, I'm in a hurry, maybe less than 300 words, but I still hope Han Hai.
Looking up at the bright moonlight, I deeply think of my hometown. "I wonder if the moon in my hometown is so bright? It's time to go back and have a look. " I stroked my beard and muttered to myself.
The next morning, I decided to go home. I was sitting in the carriage, anxious to return, very excited. I left home when I was a teenager, and now I am white-haired. What will my hometown look like after thinking about it day and night? With full expectations, the bumps on the road have become less unbearable.
Finally, after a long journey, the carriage stopped. I hurried down, and the clear stream of my hometown came into view from a distance. The sky is still so blue, the trees are still so green ... the endless beauty in front of me reminds me of my childhood.
Just as I was falling into memory, a sweet child's voice floated into my ear: "Uncle, where are you from?" When I looked intently, I saw two children in bright yellow dresses looking at me curiously with round eyes. I bent down and smiled and said to them with my hometown accent, "I come from far away, but I used to be here!" " "They inexplicably touched their little heads and said in unison," Are you from here, too? "? Then how come we haven't seen you? "I heard that, my heart is surging and I am very sad. I couldn't help crying at that time. My dear hometown! I should have come back to see you earlier!
Back to my residence, with a sad feeling of missing, I wrote a song "Back to my hometown":
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Put down the pen, * * * dry eyes can't help but wet. ...
Looking up at the bright moonlight, I deeply think of my hometown.
"I wonder if the moon in my hometown is so bright? It's time to go back and have a look. " I stroked my beard and muttered to myself.
The next morning, I decided to go home. I was sitting in the carriage, anxious to return, very excited.
I left home when I was a teenager, and now I am white-haired. What will my hometown look like after thinking about it day and night? With full expectations, the bumps on the road have become less unbearable. Finally, after a long journey, the carriage stopped.
I hurried down, and the clear stream of my hometown came into view from a distance. The sky is still so blue, the trees are still so green ... the endless beauty in front of me reminds me of my childhood. Just as I was falling into memory, a sweet child's voice floated into my ear: "Uncle, where are you from?" When I looked intently, I saw two children in bright yellow dresses looking at me curiously with round eyes. I bent down and smiled and said to them with my hometown accent, "I come from far away, but I used to be here!" " "They inexplicably touched their little heads and said in unison," Are you from here, too? "? Then how come we haven't seen you? "I heard that, my heart is surging and I am very sad. I couldn't help crying at that time.
My dear hometown! I should have come back to see you earlier! When I returned to my residence, I wrote a "Letter from Home" with a sadness of missing: I left home when I was young, my boss returned, and my local accent remained unchanged. When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Put down the pen, * * * dry eyes can't help but wet.
9. One change in the story of The Return of the Native is 300 words. He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, left his hometown in his early years and went to the world. After decades of hard work, he became a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. At the age of 80, he returned to his hometown after many years with infinite longing for his hometown.
Autumn dusk, leaves all over the ground. Zhang Zhi, with white hair on his temples and unchanged accent, is walking on a country road. More than 60 years have passed, and the saplings I planted in those years should have grown into big trees by now; I haven't seen my childhood friends for years and I don't know how old they are.
After arriving in the West Village, He Zhangzhi saw several children playing under a big tree. Seeing an old man coming, everyone was curious and even went up to him and asked with a smile, "Grandpa, whose house are you going to see?" He smiled and said, "Son, I'm from West Village, but I left here decades ago." The children opened their eyes in surprise, and one of them looked dignified and strong and said, "No wonder we don't know you!" " "Made the children laugh. A child naively asked, "Grandpa, what's your name?" "My name is He Zhangzhi. Why do you know me? " He Zhangzhi asked with a smile. The child said affirmatively, "I know!" "This can confuse him. He has been gone for so many years, how do the children know him? "Grandpa, you have a younger brother named He Ping. I am his grandson. Grandpa said he had been waiting for you. Grandpa, come with me. " He is very happy. You know, there is another reason why he went back to his hometown this time, that is, to meet his younger brother.