Speaking of that tree, he and his children planted it themselves. It was the child's birthday, and the family was poor and could not afford anything decent. I planted this tree with my children as a souvenir.
Standing at the window, Du Fu thought a lot. He was extremely anxious: What should I do if my hut was blown away by such a strong wind? Do you want to get cold? The only wish now is to keep the thatched cottage intact and not damaged by the wind.
This thatched cottage was built with the help of a friend and has only lived for a few years-"We must not let the thatched cottage fall down", he pleaded in his heart.
It's no use begging, but the wind still blows away layers of thatch. The thatch flew up and down into the Woods; Hanging from the treetops; Fly to the pond; Floating on the water; Some even scattered all over the floor.
Seeing the thatch blown away by the wind, how could he not chase it? When he caught up with it, he saw that several children had carried it away.
Those children also belong to the poor, and this thatch is a treasure to them. A child said, "These thatchs are enough to repair the roof of my house." The other said, "I can finally sleep warm and not wet tonight." Two other people actually fought-seeing Du Fu coming, they all dispersed in a hubbub with thatch, and Du Fu didn't want to pursue it any more, so he went home on crutches and sighed.
There were more and more clouds in the sky. It got dark and began to rain. For a whole day, his family hardly even ate rice, so the child drank a little corn paste and said it was corn paste, just a bowl of water with a little corn flour. Rain leaked from the thatched area along the roof and hit the bed. The weather is wet and cold. My quilt has been kept warm for several years, and the child sleeping in the bed pushed it out.
Lying in bed, I thought of being frozen and hungry all the way when I was in exile. Men, women and children seem like years have passed. After a long journey, I finally lived in a thatched cottage. But when can I live in a good house? Let all people with bad karma have a smile on their faces, no matter whether it is windy or rainy!
When will such a house appear, even if I freeze to death! The poet stroked his beard, strong and fierce. However, the only answer to him was the whistling north wind, which was piercing and biting.
2. Rewrite the song about 400 words that the cabin was blown by the autumn wind. In late autumn in August, the spring is chilly. A thin and ragged old man stood in front of the door, looking so helpless in the chilly late autumn. This old man is Du Fu.
The hut he built not long ago was "taken away" by the strong wind in late autumn. Du Fu looked at the big hole in his roof and hurried over the mountains to chase it, but it was ruthlessly taken away by the wind, leaving no trace-the wind was even stronger on the way back. Even the wind and the thatch laughed at me, alas-I just built that hut! Du Fu's psychology is extremely complicated.
The wind seemed to hear Du Fu's thoughts and became more rampant. Du Fu pulled his sleeve with his hand, put his hands in, and trudged forward-"It's almost home at last, but my home-"Thought of here, Du Fu bowed his head again. A group of children from Nancun bullied Du Fu because he was old and had no strength.
He became a thief in front of him cruelly and disappeared into the bamboo forest with a thatch-Du Fu trudged in the wind for so long that his breath was dry. At this time, he couldn't cry, so he had to walk home on crutches, leaving a helpless sigh on the road-"Maybe God really deliberately opposed me, and the wind just stopped." Du Fu held the post in front of the door and thought silently. The wind has stopped, there are dark clouds everywhere, the gray sky is getting darker and darker, and the maple leaves next to it fall to the ground, showing a bleak scene everywhere.
Du Fu turned back to the house. His baby is sleeping. He stretched out his hand and touched the quilt, but it was as cold as iron. Then he looked at him and said, "God, I broke the quilt, my child." Du Fu said to himself.
Suddenly, I felt a mouthful of water on my face. I looked up and saw that the hut was leaking and the bed was all wet. The dense raindrops didn't stop like twine. Du Fu put interfix's hands in his sleeves and looked at everything in front of him. "When will these days end?" A feeling of bitterness welled up in Du Fu's mind-since the Anshi Rebellion, Du Fu seldom slept, and the night was so long for him! This is, Du Fu thought of people in the same situation as him. "How can I have a tall building? Let people like me live in a world where there is no wind, no rain and no beating, and they are as safe as Mount Tai? When? " Du Fu's heart is very complicated-"Hey, when will such a high building be erected?" ? Even if only my house leaks rain, I am willing to freeze to death-",and the big trees beside the house are rustling again, and it seems that I am aggrieved by Du Fu's experience-rustling sand and a maple leaf falling. Suggestions for revision: If this article can be linked on the basis of the text, it will make the connotation of the article more profound and inclusive.
For example, on the way from Gansu to Sichuan, the poet witnessed the famine everywhere, the tragic situation of corpses everywhere (the wine and meat in Zhumen stink, the road freezes to death) and the brutality of the officials who arrested Ding (link three officials and three parting); When I first moved into the thatched cottage, I visited the flower garden of Huangsi's family with great interest, and sang "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" in the rainy night, expecting to spend a happy time here without war. Before the rainy night came, he was still planning to go north after the war, climb Mount Tai again, and look at the sky from other mountains. Desire.
However, these can only be his imaginary mirage. On a rainy night, the poet tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night, and I caressed my white hair. It's too thin.
All these can be accomplished through the poet's inner monologue. In this way, the thought and content of this article will be substantial and brilliant.
Try it and change it.
3. Rewrite the composition "The hut was broken by the autumn wind". Life is like this day by day. For me, there is no special hope, because I have no chance to realize my ideal.
The lady hurried back to the house and said, "The thatch on the house was blown away by the wind again. Go and have a look! " "I just think it's another August, it's already late autumn. I looked at the roof with crutches, and the thick thatch was swept away by the strong wind, swept to the willow tip next to the residual bridge opposite, and the rest floated to the Huanhua River.
The dirt road was uneven, so I had to bend over, lean on crutches and tread the mud to pick up thatch. Suddenly, a group of urchins from Nancun ran over and bullied me, even openly carried the thatch on my roof into the bamboo forest. I screamed, but failed to stop it.
Helpless, I had to go back to the house on crutches and sigh alone. It's very cold at night, and the children hide in quilts, which have been used for many years and are as cold as iron plates.
The child is naughty, and the patch in the quilt will be torn every night, so the lady has to get up early to mend it. The continuous heavy rain falls, and the sound of ticking makes people unable to sleep.
The roof leaks, and there is no dry place at the bedside! The night is long, like a dense raindrop, constantly dripping. The raindrops on the glaze doused the oil lamp, and the floating light appeared and disappeared like sparks.
At that moment, through the raindrops, I saw my past scene. Since the Anshi Rebellion, when have I ever slept soundly? I put up with this wet and cold broken sheet every night, counting the time minute by minute.
I often ask heaven, when will it dawn and when will all this pass? I closed my eyes slightly, prayed countless times and dreamed of one day. On which day, who can get thousands of spacious and bright big houses? It can make people who are wandering outside like us no longer freeze and fantasize like mountains in the wind and rain.
We talked and laughed and were as safe as "them". Ah! When can I stand in front of such a tall house? At that time, even if I was the only one who froze to death, I was willing! Adapted from Su Shi's Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage.
4. Mao Lu adapted the 400-word translation of the song "Autumn Wind and Waves". Just explain the full text in your own language! ! In late August and autumn, the wind roared and swept away several layers of thatch on my roof.
The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. High-flying thatch hangs on high treetops, while low-flying thatch floats and sinks into low-lying ponds.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a thief and rob things face to face, and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in my arms unscrupulously. It's no use crying so hard, so I have to come back with a cane and sigh.
After a while, the wind stopped and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky is gray and gradually darkens. This cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate.
The child didn't sleep well, so push the quilt in. The roof leaks and there is no dry place beside the bed.
Raindrops like lines never stop raining. Since the war, I have rarely slept, the nights are long, the house is leaking, and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn! How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses in Qian Qian, cover the poor (scholars) in the world, make them all smile, and make the houses stable without being shaken by the wind and rain? Alas! Whenever there is such a towering house in front of me, even if my hut is blown apart, I will freeze to death.
5. Look at Du Fu from the autumn wind and broken songs in the hut. Write a composition of about 400 words. Don't copy the realistic tradition of Du Fu in The Book of Songs and Yuefu folk songs, and create many narrative poems reflecting social reality and people's livelihood. The autumn wind in the hut is one of Du Fu's representative works. This is written in. A gust of wind tore Du Fu's hut near Huanhua River in Chengdu, followed by heavy rain, which kept the poet awake all night. In the face of the tragic situation that "the house leaks but it rains all night", the poet issued his lofty ideals and ambitions from the heart. "There are thousands of spacious buildings, and the poor in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are flat." Here, the poet pushes himself and others. It not only shows the poet's concern and sincere love for the people, but also shows his great feelings of "helping the poor and protecting the country" and "worrying about Li Yuan in poor years and sighing in the intestines". The first half of the poem is a narrative description, describing the storm and its tragic scene of "nowhere to leak". The second half is the poet's emotion and lyricism, which is the concentrated expression of the poet's feelings. The hardships and misfortunes of "the house at the head of the bed leaks without a dry place, and the feet of the rain are like hemp" push others and think of the sufferings of the poor people in the world, thus producing the lofty ideal of "owning a vast land, sheltering all the poor people in the world with a smile and keeping calm in the storm". In the first poem, the poet vividly expressed his magnificent ideal image with exaggerated rhetoric. Such a sincere feeling, such a beautiful ideal. It is such a great ideal that the poet became a great realistic poet in ancient China. However, this sentence "With Qian Qian's spacious buildings, all the poor people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are calm" is a poetic vision, which also embodies the poet's great ideal most intensively. At this end, the poet's great image of being in a broken hut and caring for the people is vividly displayed, which is thought-provoking, touching and admirable.
6. Expand the ancient poem "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" by 400 words. One night in August, it was dark and windy. The wind blows the "tribal tiger" and "tribal tiger". Several strong winds poured into my hut. I looked up and found that the wind had swept away the thatch on my roof. I got up and dressed in a hurry to go out, and thatched grass flew over.
I sighed and was ready to go home, but when I passed by the bamboo forest, I saw several piles of thatch blocked by bamboo and not blown away. I bent down to pick it up. Several children in Nancun are playing in the forest. They bully me, an old and weak person, and even have the heart to be a thief! They robbed my thatch face to face and ran into the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye. I'm thirsty and I can't stop them. I had to walk home with my head down in rags. When I got home, I looked at the thatched cottage swaying in the wind and rain on crutches and sighed alone.
After a while, the wind stopped, but the clouds turned dark gray. The days in autumn are getting shorter and shorter. The sky became dark. I'm shivering with hunger, so I can't take my family with me. But the quilt made of coarse cloth has changed from warm and comfortable to hard and cold, just like iron. Delicate children will be pushed out of the quilt because of poor sleep. . Since the war began, I have rarely been able to sleep all night. Hey! This long night is wet and cold, how can I stay up until dawn?
I looked at the dark rainy night and couldn't help but get lost in thought.
I hope there are thousands of spacious rooms, so that he can shelter all the poor people in the world and let those poor people in rags laugh and talk happily every day. The big house is so strong that no degree of wind and rain can shake it, and it is as stable as Mount Tai. '
I can't help thinking about it. Ah! I don't know when such a tall building really appeared at present. People cheered, and the joy was beyond words. Only my thatched cottage is still swaying by the strong wind.
Suddenly I felt excited and woke up from meditation. It turned out that a drop of rain had entered the collar of my tattered clothes. What a wonderful scene! When I watched those poor people laugh, I was moved to tears. If my imagination can come true, I am willing to freeze to death.
Oh, my God.
7. The song "The Cabin Broken by Autumn Wind" was rewritten into an essay. In late August, the wind roared. The wind swept away the eighth day of August. The weather changed suddenly, the clouds were overcast, the storm raged, and the ruthless wind roared, which also swept away the thatch of my hut. Some swept across the river and reached the other side of the river, while others sank into the pond. Look, the Anshi rebellion is the world. Swallow a little property of the poor. Some of my thatch was taken away by the children playing. They bullied me for being old and weak, and even had the heart to be a "thief" in front of me. I had to go back to my shabby hut on crutches and sighed. Come to think of it, maybe those urchins took my thatch away because they were poor. We are all in the same boat! How long has a day passed! That long night was even more unbearable. Bedclothes that have not been washed for years are as cold as iron. How can it be warm under cover? I thought my charming son couldn't sleep well, so I kicked a big hole in the quilt. Now, I only have this broken quilt. The house was washed away by the storm and could not support it for a long time. This leak, that leak, and even the cold quilt have made the situation worse. Now, I don't want to sleep well. When will this long night end? Recalling the Anshi Rebellion, it was the people who suffered! Ruthless war, let the poor people fall into the abyss, no one to help! If I can have millions of houses and let the poor people who have nowhere to go spend the stormy night here, these houses will stand firmly on the ground, regardless of the storm. If only I really had them! If I still have a chance to make these thousands of houses as stable as Mount Tai, it will be worth freezing and starving! War kills people! Oppose war and stick to peace.
8. Change "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind" into a simple narrative without translation. No less than 600 words. In late autumn in August, the wind roared. Du Fu, an old man with thin clothes and stumbling, watched helplessly as the thatch on the house was blown away by the wind, but he was helpless. He wanted to pick up the scraped thatch and repair it when the wind stopped, but the wind blew it everywhere and some of it hung on the treetops. Others drifted across the suburbs by the river ... Du Fu reluctantly cleaned up some thatch in front of him, and suddenly a group of children ran out of Nancun. They grabbed the thatch from the old man and ran away, ignoring the master's reprimand and disappearing into the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye. Du Fu can only sigh and comfort himself with crutches: Alas! They are all poor people, even if I keep them warm for you ... The wind stopped, dark clouds spread everywhere, the gray sky became darker and darker, and then it began to rain. All day, his family hardly ate any food, but the child drank a little corn porridge, saying it was just a bowl of water with a little corn flour. Du fu was lying in bed, thinking of being exiled, starving all the way, and then. His heart became colder. At this time, the younger son was awakened by the cold. Du Fu stretched out his hand and touched his son's bed, but it was as cold as iron. When he looked carefully, there were still many cracks, but this quilt was the only one for the whole family to keep out the cold. What should I do? It keeps raining, the roof leaks everywhere, and there is no dry place in the house. Du Fu bent down and looked at everything in front of him. A feeling of sadness came to his mind and he couldn't help praying: Rain, stop! The people are already miserable! After the Anshi Rebellion began, Du Fu was worried and often suffered from insomnia. He secretly called the monarch: Why do you prefer beauty to mountains and rivers? Why are you still awake when you are addicted to sweet dreams? Why do you seek pleasure and forget the people of Lebanon? There are tears tonight! Who can sleep well? In a trance, Du Fu suddenly walked out of thousands of spacious houses, and countless poor people were happily changing their new houses ... Du Fu woke up with a smile and found himself dreaming. Du fu made a wish in the dark: if the dream really comes true, then my house will be scraped clean and people are willing to freeze to death! However, the only answer he got was whistling wind and biting rain ... You're welcome.