This word inherits the traditional writing and adopts the first-person narrator, which is similar to later plays. With the first-person tone and deep melancholy melody, she created an image of a talented woman wandering in the lonely and desolate ring.
This word is concise and implicit, which shows Li Qingzhao's skill in refining words and making sentences.
Who will write Wuling Chun into a 600-word composition? Imagine Wu Lingchun as a poem ... This poem "Wu Lingchun" was written by the author after his middle-aged widowed, which is not comparable to ordinary female poets. This poem expresses the poet's deep pain and sadness with the scenery in late spring. The whole poem is beautiful in language, artistic conception and beauty. This word inherits the traditional usage convention, and adopts the first-person narrator in later operas, with the first. Created an image of a talented woman wandering in the lonely and desolate ring. This word is concise and implicit, which shows Li Qingzhao's skill in refining words and making sentences. Among them, the sentence "the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out" is even more extreme: it not only points out the scene of the previous storm, but also depicts the charm of falling flowers turning into dust after the rain; It not only describes the author's depression that she can't go out in rainy days, but also describes her feelings of cherishing spring and hurting herself. It's endless. The word from the surface to the inside, step by step, layer by layer. The first half focuses on the appearance, while the second half focuses on the heart. "Comb your hair at night" and "Tears flow first" describe the external movements and expressions of the characters. Here, like-minded husband Zhao Mingcheng has long passed away, and she lives alone in Jinhua. What she sees before her eyes is the annual spring scenery. Seeing things and thinking about people, things are different, and she can't help but feel sad. So, she is too lazy to comb. "Tears flow first when she wants to speak" is vivid and profound. Here Li Qingzhao writes tears, first with "I want to say that I want to rest" as the foreshadowing, and then let. Pour out the uncontrollable sadness at once, which is touching. The second half of the word focuses on excavating inner feelings. She first used three groups of function words, namely "Wen Shuo", "Yi Shu" and "fear", as an opportunity for ups and downs, which were full of twists and turns and touching. The first sentence "Wen Shuo Shuang Xi Chun is just right" suddenly appeared, and the poet was still there just now. She likes to go shopping on weekdays and started traveling. She also plans to go boating. Words such as "spring is still good" and "boating" are relaxed and lively, which just shows the poet's momentary joy. The word "Yi Ji" before "boating" is even more graceful and low, indicating that the poet's interest in travel is temporary and not very strong. It was after the bedding that there were dramatic ups and downs, which made the feelings extremely profound. Here, the reasons for "combing your hair at night" and "crying first" mentioned in the first half of the story are also deeply revealed. The outstanding feature of this word in artistic expression is the clever use of various rhetorical devices, especially metaphors, which is a common phenomenon in poetry. However, it is not easy to use it in a novel way. Good metaphors often turn spirit into matter and abstract feelings into concrete images, which are innovative and have their own characteristics. In this poem, Li Qingzhao said, "I'm afraid a boat can't carry much on its mind." She also used exaggerated metaphors to describe "worry", but she invented new words and used them naturally.
Continue to write a 600-word composition of Wuling Chun. The wind blows relentlessly, blowing away the last fragrance. The last petal struggled in the air and seemed unwilling to become a fallen flower.
But it still doesn't help. It's still with the soil ... She woke up from her dream.
At this time, it was just dawn, and the light blue sky was inlaid with sporadic stars.
She pushed open the door and walked into the yard, wandering alone in the desolate and deserted yard.
Squatting down and silently counting the residual flowers that were blown away by the wind last night, my thoughts have already drifted away.
It's already dawn, and the sky in the east is a fish-belly grey.
She turned and walked into the hut, with fallen flowers in her hand.
Falling leaves silently guard this path of reincarnation.
She sat in front of the dresser and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Her hair is covered with frost, and her expression is dim. Her brow revealed deep sadness. There are traces of years on her face. The charm of her youth has long since disappeared, leaving only a sad face and a sad shawl. She picked up the mahogany comb sent by her old friend, trying to sort out her sadness, but found that
Alas, it's just that there is no concept of justice and benefit, so let nature take its course.
She sighed, the scenery remained the same, but the old man no longer existed.
When the country breaks down, people die. It's over.
She wanted to tell her difficulties, but before she could speak, tears suddenly fell down, leaving only tears on her face and red eyes.
The wind is green; When the wind stopped, my hair stopped.
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I also want to see the beautiful scenery of Shuangxi.
She said to herself.
But the next moment, she seemed to see a boat on the Shuangxi River, sitting on a flat boat with a sad face and floating alone in the water.
"Can this boat hold all the troubles and sorrows in my heart? What I am afraid of is that this heavy sadness of missing will make the boat capsize! " Looking for cold and desolation, she, accidentally, worried about turning white.
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Last night, the wind and rain suddenly hit the window again and again, making the window shudder.
You wake up from your sleep countless times, and the cold and loneliness of the night make your cheeks tremble slightly, but you can only curl up helplessly in the boundless darkness.
Once again, you fell asleep and saw some people and things, emerging in hazy tears, shaking, with some unspeakable pain.
When I woke up, it was already morning.
Open the window, and the sunshine suddenly takes you into your arms.
The storm has disappeared, as if it had never happened.
Only the petals scattered outside the window and the faint fragrance floating in the dust remind you of the unspeakable panic last night.
When you look at a tree, you find that all the flowers on it have fallen, and those lives that should have lived longer have passed away so easily at this wrong time.
You hang your head and sigh silently, but you don't just pity the fallen flowers.
You came to the dresser with a table and sat down with difficulty. This wooden comb is too heavy for you to lift.
There are many silver spots in one hair.
You have been staring at yourself in the bronze mirror for a long time, and your tired eyes are eroding you. You feel like an empty shell.
A birdsong outside the window suddenly woke you up, and you remembered that it was still spring.
You still remember many years ago, in the spring, you and he walked on the native land, and the sunshine was as gentle as feathers, falling on your hair tips and clothes one by one.
Birds are singing in my ear, which seems to tell all the beautiful feelings of spring.
You and he just looked at each other and smiled, feeling integrated with each other, this place, this spring day.
So calm and safe.
Now, you can only listen to the birds singing on the other side of the land and watch the familiar spring scenery alone.
Your heart seems to be gripped by something, shrinking into a ball in pain. There are only four words in your heart: "things are different."
There is too much pain for you to talk about; It hurts too much, and I still want to talk.
You just sigh, and a thousand words turn into two lines of clear tears.
"I heard that the spring is just right over there in Shuangxi, and it's ok to go by boat.
"You say to yourself.
But the next moment, you seem to see a grasshopper-like boat sitting on the boat, silently floating alone in the mighty water waves.
The stream seems to be longer than sorrow and deeper than suffering.
You said that these two boats can't carry much worry.
I said you were worried like running water and sad like a boat. You are a lonely boatman, and they carry you.
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The weight of missing) The wind has stopped the dust and fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
The continuous war is endless, and there are displaced people everywhere.
Life can't settle down, and the rest of my life will be like the wind.
After the splendid early spring season, now I feel more sad about this season.
Flowers wither in the wind, where will their souls drift? Their bodies * * * in the dust, submerged in filth. Is this the end of my life?
Spring is coming to an end and the color is fading. Really helpless.
I can't save the good old days, and I can't make these delicate flowers bloom for a while.
In front of the mirror, my face is getting old day by day, and the white hair on my temples is engraved with the waves of the years, although I have tried my best to hide it.
Every morning I comb my white hair, hoping to find some traces of the past, but those careful combs still can't hide my pale and tired face.
(things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
) I am still surrounded by things I love, accompanied by deep memories.
I remember you the same, but you were there again.
How did you become my memory today? How much I want to write poems with you, how much I want to have tea with you, and how the good old days turned into extravagant hopes in my dreams. How can I live without you for the rest of my life?
Seriously, I'm really tired without you, so I'd better forget it.
Now, I feel that everything is against my will. What can I do?
Too many words choked in my throat and I couldn't say a word.
Can you feel the bitterness of the tears on my face for you? Tears can still be paired, but I am lonely and helpless. Can I blame you for my pain? I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to make a canoe.
Someone told me that the two streams are beautiful in spring and told me to have a look and forget my troubles.
I'd like to go, but will it help me? Whether the beautiful scenery can change my destiny and life.
On the river of two streams, maybe I can swim in the clouds with a boat. Can my boat sail to your side? I want to find a paradise, leave this war-torn world and spend the rest of my life with you.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
) Everything is a fantasy, and my thoughts are like the fruits of autumn, which makes me overwhelmed.
This paddle boat can hold all of it, and I will regret not giving you all of mine.
But I am afraid that heavy thoughts will run aground on the beaches of these two streams, or drift away with the running water. I'm really scared.
Don't let this happen before my eyes.
How can a trickle carry the weight of my life?
Because my life is not sand, but a monument made of huge stones. On it, there is only one oath "waiting for you in this life". September 15. ...
Rewrite the ancient poem "Wuling Spring" into a 500-word narrative. The wind blows mercilessly, blowing away the last fragrance, and the last petals struggle in the air, as if unwilling to become fallen flowers.
But it still doesn't help. It's still with the soil ... She woke up from her dream.
At this time, it was just dawn, and the light blue sky was inlaid with sporadic stars.
She pushed open the door and walked into the yard, wandering alone in the desolate and deserted yard.
Squatting down and silently counting the residual flowers that were blown away by the wind last night, my thoughts have already drifted away.
It's already dawn, and the sky in the east is a fish-belly grey.
She turned and walked into the hut, with fallen flowers in her hand.
Falling leaves silently guard this path of reincarnation.
She sat in front of the dresser and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Her hair is covered with frost, and her expression is dim. Her brow revealed deep sadness. There are traces of years on her face. The charm of her youth has long since disappeared, leaving only a sad face and a sad shawl. She picked up the mahogany comb sent by her old friend, trying to sort out her sadness, but found that
"Oh, that's all. There is no view of the truth. It is better to let nature take its course. "
She sighed, the scenery remained the same, but the old man no longer existed.
When the country breaks down, people die. It's over.
She wanted to tell her difficulties, but before she could speak, tears suddenly fell down, leaving only tears on her face and red eyes.
...
Li Qingzhao's "Wulingchun" expanded into a 600-word essay! ! ! The first article: The wind has stopped.
Dust smells of falling flowers.
On the balcony illuminated by the rising sun, she stood with her head held high.
The pale outline seems to be a kind of sad condensation, and the melancholy eyes seem to be talking about helplessness.
The breeze blew slowly and brushed the already messy hair.
And she, still silently staring at her husband's relics, feels the spring scenery that never changes once a year.
Think of being devastated by wind and rain, and the fallen flowers have become soil; Remember that things are different, and your wandering is helpless.
A bitter sour taste came to my mind, and she opened her mouth slightly. Tears welled up in her eyes before she could say a word or two.
She has been thinking about her dead husband all her life, but she can never awaken the memories that still exist.
Now, she is left alone, looking up at the sky and lamenting the words of her predecessors: "The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences ups and downs."
"Then, she burst into tears ... She never knew that missing someone could be like this-growing up slowly.
What is drifting away is the faint pain ... everything is because of his affirmation, and the world will be so beautiful.
Now, the blue sky is still there, and the clear water keeps flowing, but he is beloved. Where is he today? She will never forget his figure and breath.
Because, they used to snuggle together so tightly, let the chaotic world around them oppress them, let the wind and rain beat them, and let the frost and snow bully them.
They never flinched, just because they had each other ... her endless tears soaked their memories. When she is tired, thinking about him can bring sporadic light to her world.
From time to time, she bowed her head and sang, "Mo Tao is a worthless soul. The curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
"After many joys and sorrows, she lamented the impermanence of the world.
However, she is powerless to change. Can women make a difference? In a trance, she suddenly thought of Shuangxi on the outskirts of Jinhua, and spring was just right. In a moment of joy, she also started swimming and planned a brisk mountain boat trip.
In this way, I can temporarily forget my sadness, immerse myself in the gentleness of nature, and let the warm breeze comb my parting sadness.
Appreciate the only happiness in life, even for a moment, even for the next second, she will return to the "miserable" life, and she only wants a moment of happiness.
However, on second thought, can a small canoe carry so many "worries"? How can this canoe bear the sadness that even she can't bear?
Seeking pleasure in suffering is more bitter.
She gently closed her eyes and raised a smile on her mouth, but quietly found tears on her face ... It turned out that crying with a smile was the most painful ... She, with her wings cut off, could only fly alone with blood and tears ... Part II: Everything in late spring is so beautiful, and spring is over, so there will be another scenery.
The wind blew heartily, blowing away the last fragrance, which twisted in mid-air like petals, as if unwilling to be a fallen flower, but it was an indifferent struggle, accompanied by the windowsill.
In a humble house nearby, it seems that there is not much difference. When you look closer, the outside is full of leisure that ordinary people don't have. Everything is so quiet, so the scene makes the birds on the roadside endure the impulse to cry.
Inside the house, she is a woman who is nearly half a century old. Her expression was dull and lifeless. There is a message between her brow, and her eyes are full of sadness and a feeling that Ming Dow can't explain. After reading it, people can't help wondering how sad she is.
In the morning, the sun is high and the woman has just got dressed. When she walked towards the bronze mirror, her constant sadness and old face were reflected in it. She seems to hear someone shouting, move, move, and put the wooden comb she just picked up on the comb. She hid her face and sobbed, but she didn't dispel the haze in her heart at all, but it accumulated more and more.
In a few days, summer will come. The seasonal law is like this year after year, but it has changed many people. All the beautiful scenery of going to Qiu Lai in spring can't replace the happiness of the past. The sigh in my heart can't stretch the grief in my brow. I want to tell the pain in my heart. Why do I have tears in my eyes, waiting, but I am not doubly happy? Waiting for her husband to leave, but her life makes her feel sad, but what will happen? Once you go there, you can't come back. No matter how sad you cry, it's useless, but she is still so sad, mumbling her husband's name.
The woman stopped crying and walked slowly to the window. Outside the window, it is no longer her familiar compound. She couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment, and her mouth bent helplessly.
In the old world, people lived and worked in peace and contentment, but because of today's Du Nan ... Alas, everything has changed. She lost a lot in the rough road, and everyone is suffering like her. This is an eternal truth! On second thought, she heard that the spring scenery in Shuangxi is very beautiful. At this time of going to Qiu Lai in spring, why not go there to enjoy the spring scenery and take a canoe trip? The woman was preparing to pack up, but her hands froze and her melancholy heart began to sprout uneasily.
She secretly depressed, just stretched eyebrows locked again. So what? I'm afraid I'm going swimming. The weight of the canoe can't bear my sadness. What kind of emotions will it bring to people on other cruise ships?
She stopped tidying up, slowly took out Four Treasures of the Study, gradually finished grinding ink, and then began to write.
Everything has changed, except for the posture of her pen, which is still so elegant. On the pale rice paper, her beautiful words are written, but she is telling the memories and sorrows that have not been dusted: the dust has been exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair all night.
Things are different, everything is over, and you want to cry first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to canoe.
I'm afraid Shuangxi's boat can't carry much worry.
Don't write, melancholy ... Part III: The weight of missing (the wind stops, the dust falls, the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and the hair is tired at night.
The continuous war is endless, and there are displaced people everywhere.
Life can't settle down, and the rest of my life will be like the wind.
After the splendid early spring season, now I feel more sad about this season.
Flowers wither in the wind, where will their souls drift? Their bodies * * * in the dust, submerged in filth. Is this my final result? ...
Rewrite Li Qingzhao's If you are good at Chinese, kneel down! ! Wait online! ~ the bonus is good. I wish I could find some traces of the past. The rest of my life is like the wind and I can't say a word.
Can you feel the bitterness of the tears on my face for you? Tears can still be in pairs. Can my boat sail to your side?
I'd like to go, but will it help me? Already like the fruit of autumn, I am overwhelmed with memories.
You haven't changed a bit in my memory. There are scattered people everywhere.
Life will never be stable, but I am lonely and helpless. How can I live without you for the rest of my life?
This paddle boat can hold all of it, and I will regret not giving you all of mine.
Now, everything goes against my will, and now I feel even more sad about this season.
Flowers wither in the wind, where will their souls drift, and is this ending my destination?
Spring is coming to an end and the color is fading. I don't think about it now, but I always want to go boating there for fun, and I can't bloom these delicate flowers for a while.
Looking in the mirror, my face is getting older every day. Li Qingzhao's Wulingchun was rewritten as: Date of Entry: 07-10-31&; Lieutenant, I haven't waited to talk yet. I'm really tired without you, but I have a lot of thoughts. I want to find a paradise and leave this war-torn world.
I heard that Shuangxi is beautiful in spring, although I try to hide it? Their bodies are in the dust, and there is only one oath, "I will wait for you in this life." The wind has stopped. I will spend the rest of my life with you. I will burst into tears when I carve it, but those who comb it carefully can't hide my pale and tired face.
(things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
I am still surrounded by what I love, just a huge stone monument.
I want to talk to him in his coffin, but my heart is obviously shaking; The weight of missing (the wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have run out, but you are here again.
How did you become my memory today? I want to write poetry with you. I want to have tea with you. The good old days are now extravagant hopes in my dreams.
After the brilliant early spring season.
I comb my white hair every morning.
But I am afraid that heavy thoughts will run aground on the beaches of these two streams, or drift away with the running water. I'm really scared.
Don't let this happen before my eyes.
How can a trickle carry the weight of my life?
Because my life is not sand, can I blame you for my pain? I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to make a canoe.
Someone told me that the two streams are beautiful in spring, and told me to go and have a look, to distract myself and forget my troubles. Really helpless, the air is filled with flowers.
The flowers on the branches have withered.
The sun went down? Whether the beautiful scenery can change my destiny and life.
On the rivers of two streams, maybe I can swim in the clouds by boat, comb my hair at night, and the white hair on my temples is engraved with the waves of the years, which can't bear much worry.
) Everything is a fantasy.
My lover and I have long been separated by yin and yang.
) The continuous war is endless.
I'm afraid the ship will be submerged in pollution.
Everything is the same at home.
The good old days can't be redeemed.
Seriously, what can I do?
Too many words choked my throat. I wanted to comb my hair, but I couldn't bear to spread it.
Rewrite Wulingchun into a narrative of no more than 300 words. Ask to paint the scenery with people. ...
"But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine.
"But your heart is sad and sunny. Is it a good place to play? Maybe they touched your sadness again? The loss of the country's funeral, the pain of the family's death, "it's a parting from sorrow and a taste in my heart." Today is going to pass again, and you are still knocking on the table with tears-suddenly you think of hearing friends say that the birds and flowers in Shuangxi River are fragrant, just like a stream of spring water flowing eastward, but it is so heavy in your heart.
Suddenly the sun went down, and in spite of this mess, tears rolled down.
You sit at the window, frowning, and you can only share the bitterness alone. Every time I think about this, Li Yu writes down the length of sadness: "Ask how much sadness you can have, and the tears on your cheeks have already dried up.
The wind outside the window has stopped, petals are scattered all over the floor, but flowers still exist in the dust.
"Flowers are similar every year, and they can't carry much sorrow.
"How heavy is the sadness in your heart? Are there remnants of British reds and good people everywhere? Sentimental Li Yian, you are different from year to year for this withered flower. " Tears fall from your eyes again, and the grief of your husband's death haunts your heart.
"Li Bai wrote the superposition of sadness.
Faced with this scene, you are planning to go swimming there in a canoe to relieve your worries. Suddenly, you lament, "I'm afraid I'm going to row in two streams."
You haven't combed your gray bun yet. ...
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