Adapted as follows: In the dense pine forest, there lived four white doves. They fly over the pine forest together every morning, making beautiful pigeon whistles and playing music for the pine forest.
One day, the dark Lord invaded the pine forest and covered the sun. Trees, flowers and small animals in the pine forest have no sunshine since then. Trees began to shed leaves, flowers began to wither, and pigeons stopped singing. The devil said, if anyone in your forest is willing to give me his soul, when I take four souls, I will leave the pine forest and resume your original life. At this time, the sika deer shook its head and left. The wild boar sighed and the whole family moved. No one wants to give his soul to the dark Lord.
Four beautiful little pigeons stood up bravely and said to the devil, as long as you can see the sunshine in the pine forest, we are willing to give you our souls. So the devil temporarily put away his black magic and let the dove fly in the sky. I saw four dark shadows falling from pigeons and falling heavily on the dark land of pine forest, all of which were injured.
The lich king left with satisfaction.
On the land in the pine forest, four lost souls pigeons lie on the ground and become four white wonderful flowers that everyone has never seen before. Whenever the sun comes out, flowers seem to make a beautiful sound like a pigeon whistle.
2. Rewrite the poem The Hunter written by the Spanish poet Gallo into a narrative. In the dense pine forest, there lived four white doves.
They fly over the pine forest together every morning, making beautiful pigeon whistles and playing music for the pine forest. One day, the dark Lord invaded the pine forest and covered the sun.
Trees, flowers and small animals in the pine forest have no sunshine since then. Trees began to shed leaves, flowers began to wither, and pigeons stopped singing.
The devil said, if anyone in your forest is willing to give me his soul, when I take four souls, I will leave the pine forest and resume your original life. At this time, the sika deer shook its head and left.
The wild boar sighed and the whole family moved. No one wants to give his soul to the dark Lord.
Four beautiful little pigeons stood up bravely and said to the devil, as long as you can see the sunshine in the pine forest, we are willing to give you our souls. So the devil temporarily put away his black magic and let the dove fly in the sky.
I saw four dark shadows falling from pigeons and falling heavily on the dark land of pine forest, all of which were injured. The lich king left with satisfaction.
On the land in the pine forest, four lost souls pigeons lie on the ground and become four white wonderful flowers that everyone has never seen before. Whenever the sun comes out, flowers seem to make a beautiful sound like a pigeon whistle.
3. Rewrite the poem The Hunter written by the Spanish poet Gallo into a narrative. In the dense pine forest, there lived four white doves. They fly over the pine forest together every morning, making beautiful pigeon whistles and playing music for the pine forest. One day, the dark Lord invaded the pine forest and covered the sun. Trees, flowers and small animals in the pine forest have lost sunlight. The trees began to shed their leaves. Pigeons will never sing again. The devil said, if any creature in your forest is willing to give me my soul, when I take four souls, I will leave the pine forest and start your original life again. At this time, the sika deer shook its head and left. The wild boar sighed and the whole family moved. No one wants to give his soul to the dark devil. Four beautiful little pigeons stood up bravely and said to the devil, as long as you can pine forest. We are willing to give you our souls. So the devil temporarily put away his black magic and let the dove fly in the sky. I saw four dark shadows falling from pigeons and falling heavily on the dark land of pine forest, all of which were injured. The devil left with satisfaction. In the land of pine forest, four pigeons without souls lie on the ground and become four white flowers that everyone has never seen before. Every time the sun comes out, flowers seem to shine.
This ancient poem was rewritten into a 600-word composition. A group of troops marched slowly on the Gobi desert in the frontier fortress. The armored general suddenly stopped the red mount, and the horse looked up and neighed, and the neighing echoed in the narrow valley.
They looked up and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. A rare smile appeared on the general's bronzed face, and his trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand.
"Rest on the spot!" As soon as the general raised his whip, the powerful voice shook the rubble on both sides of the mountain.
The yellow sunset dyed the general's gray beard, and also sprinkled a mysterious color on the whole team, as if a group of heavenly soldiers would suddenly descend on the edge of this desert.
Standing on the northwest frontier of autumn parcels, heaven and earth seem to meet here. The frontier fortress seems particularly empty, lonely and deep, without the suspicion of floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity. The geese flying south occasionally fly across the sky and leave in a hurry to cooperate with the ancient "honor guard", but they don't miss the frontier fortress scene specially prepared for them.
This desolate northwest frontier fortress!
The autumn wind is bigger, carrying yellow sand, whipping shrunken shrubs on the roadside like a whip, whipping cold and hard stones and tired teams. The horse can't help this relentless beating, snorting and neighing. The foot soldiers were very close and buried their heads very low. Time seems to have solidified at this time.
The distant sound of vigorous retreat blew the horn, and there came the screams of war horses, the collision of armored weapons, the sound of autumn wind tearing the standard and the howl of crazy friction in the sand ... All kinds of voices were intertwined and echoed over this desert, as if only they were the owners of this land.
The wind roared, and the rolling yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow of the sunset, leaving a hasty pallor.
Over the camp, the rising smoke, bared its teeth, gradually swallowed up the pallor of the west. The surrounding mountains become more and more ferocious at night. Only the lonely city with closed gates, the people in the lonely city, fell asleep with the wind of the frontier fortress.
Dream? Homesick people are afraid of falling asleep.
Marching and fighting during the day made them homesick, but the moon reached the zenith and the gentle moon embraced them all in their hometown. Looking at the moon, my wife's shallow smile reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the full moon, the mother who is over 60 years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the children's sweet shouts came from the moon ... but the soldiers were helpless, and their cheeks were covered with cold tears: although they were ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy were not completed, and it was difficult to return home and could not return home!
The general poured a pot of strong liquor alone, in order to relieve the fatigue of fighting during the day and to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint light flashed in the lampshade, lengthening and shortening the general's tired figure. The general's hand moved on the battle map, thinking about the battle plan over and over again. His eyes stopped at that point on the map surrounded by mountains, and he was quietly lost in thought. Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading his foot soldiers to kill the enemy, invincible, and the enemy's casualties were everywhere. The foot soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory! " Cheer and jump for joy. He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a huge stone. ...
The general's face is red. I don't know if it's because of the wine just now, or because he is still immersed in the picture of stone carving. The white hair on the head was reflected whiter by the red face.
Suddenly, a melancholy and desolate Qiangdi brought the general back to reality. It seems to be crying, complaining, and angry. It floats like a ghost in the whole moonlit night, once again evoking the gentlest and deepest emotion in the general's heart-infinite homesickness.
In a flash, the autumn frost outside the account climbed up the general's forehead again.
That night, the officers and men guarding the border worked hard to serve the country and fight for men's homesickness.
(Fisherman's Pride)
5. How to rewrite the ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" into a 600-word composition? Looking around, the Yuan Ye is covered with grass and green cages.
A child is lying on the thick and soft grass, resting and herding cattle. The sound of cattle is like a golden note. Wherever cattle go, it is like planting black beans on the boundless grassland. When the wind blows, the grass bends down, stretching her delicate body just like stretching.
The gentle wind blew the flute, which spread to villages, fields and distant places, just like a bird flying freely in the sky. This wonderful voice seems to be understandable even to grazing cows, and it seems to express happiness for the shepherd boy! The flute is so melodious, give ear to it and give people unlimited room for aftertaste.
6. Rewrite the ancient poem "What You See" into a composition, and rewrite the composition of "What You See" into about 600 words.
Summer dusk, the sun sets, the sky is no longer so dazzling, soft and beautiful. The red sun is like a little girl's red face. Clouds on the horizon are colorful, fiery red, golden and silver gray, just like fairies' silks and satins. Plumes of afterglow sprinkled on the sparkling lake, flashing like a layer of broken gold.
In the field, when you look around, it is green, the ears of rice are bent, and a breeze blows, and they dance happily. On the country road beside the field, small wild flowers are colorful, red, yellow and pink ... very bright. Lush trees can block the scorching sun. The river twists and turns, the river is crystal clear, and groups of small fish are alive and kicking. Smoke billows from the kitchen, and every household is cooking.
A crisp and sweet song came, and it turned out to be a dark and carefree little shepherd boy. He is wearing a straw hat, a red coat and big eyes. He rode on the back of an ox, his muddy little feet swaying at will. The old cow shouted Cleisthenes loudly, as if to accompany the little shepherd boy! A cicada was heard by the little shepherd boy, and his singing came to an abrupt end. He gently pulled the hard rope and the cow stopped. The little shepherd boy looked around with clever eyes, and suddenly a cicada appeared in his sight. The little shepherd boy jumped off the cow's back in surprise, ready to catch cicadas. The poet Yuan Mei saw this interesting scene. When he got home, he picked up a pen and wrote this ancient poem "What he saw and heard":
The shepherd boy rode an ox,
This song shook Lin Yue.
Trying to catch cicadas,
Shut up suddenly.
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It's a summer evening, the fiery red sun has been hidden behind the mountain, the rosy clouds have dyed the sky red, and the fishermen are rocking their boats and calling it a day.
At this time, a clear and crisp song came from the depths of the forest. How loud it is! I saw a shepherd boy riding an old cow. You see, he is wearing a golden hat, with big black eyes flashing, and his round little face is full of bright smiles. He sat on the cow's back, his little feet were shaking happily, and he looked so lively and lovely. The old cow quietly called "Cleisthenes", as if praising the beautiful singing of the shepherd boy!
When a crisp cicada came from a nearby willow, the shepherd boy was singing happily. Cicada interrupted the beautiful and loud singing of the shepherd boy. He stopped singing and listened carefully.
The shepherd boy's desire to catch cicadas arises spontaneously. He patted the cow and pointed to the cicada in the tree. The bull got the message and approached the cicada carefully and slowly.
Near, near, only one step away from cicada. However, the cicada has not yet felt the danger coming, and still shows its wonderful voice "cicada knows cicada". The shepherd boy stood up slowly from the cow's back and approached the cicada gently with his hand. At that moment, the shepherd boy's hands folded forward, and the cicada creaked and became the shepherd boy's bag.
The shepherd boy jumped down from the cow's back with a swish, revealing a cracked hand, and said with a smile, "Ha ha ha, who let you compete with me in singing?" Now is a disaster! " At this time, cicada, how can you just give up? It kept screaming and struggling in the hands of the shepherd boy, but even so, it didn't help.
The shepherd boy smiled. He jumped on the cow's back and set foot on his way home.
7. The old poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 600-word essay. There is an urgent need for a shepherd boy (rewriting old poems).
Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.
In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.
Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!
8. The poem inscribed by Mozitu was rewritten into a 600-word composition. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was a local official named Zheng and Xie. He is honest, compassionate and deeply loved by the people.
Late at night, Zheng Xie rested in the county official's son, and when he heard the sound of the wind blowing bamboo, he immediately thought of the people's complaints of hunger and cold. I thought to myself: although I am only a small official, every move of the people also affects my mood! So, he got up and splashed ink, made a pair of ink bamboo paintings, and wrote a poem to his superiors, hoping that they would agree to open the warehouse and release grain to alleviate the disaster.
But this poem has sunk into the sea and has not been heard from since. The situation here is urgent, the people are hungry and cold, and their complaints are getting bigger and bigger.
Zheng Xie, who loves the people like a son, could not bear the sufferings of the people. Without waiting for orders from his superiors, he decided to open the warehouse and release the grain in advance. Despite the career advice: "my Lord, if you do this, it will be difficult for you to protect yourself." Opening positions without the approval of superiors will be dismissed. I hope you will think twice! " Zheng Xie is determined, regardless of exhortation, open positions to release grain. The disaster was finally brought under control. A few days later, Zheng Xie's unauthorized opening of the warehouse reached the ears of his superiors, who felt that Zheng Xie had overstepped his authority and disrespected himself, and dismissed him.
Zheng Xie also realized that today's officialdom is fatuous, which is not what he can adapt to. Isn't it a good thing that no officer is out of shape? So he traveled around the world with many literary friends and wrote many immortal masterpieces attacking the corruption of the imperial court. Zheng Xie remained uncorrupted, honest and upright, and did not fear the integrity of powerful people forever.