In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering through wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "
At this time, the sun is already high in the sky.
The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and younger brothers! "
The second son is sitting under the big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home!
The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy!
The sun has set. Xin Qiji, a poet passing by, saw such a beautiful painting and wrote: "The eaves of the Mao are low and the grass is green on the stream. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children's hooligans best, lying in the stream and peeling lotus. "
2. Qingpingle Village was rewritten into a short article (300) In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut. Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight. A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river. There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down. White transparent powder,
Pink, like a shy girl with a veil. There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers.
There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time!
The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused. The youngest son, who is not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute!
What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated, just standing there, unwilling to leave for a long time …
3. Rewrite Qingpingle Village into a composition of about 300 words: In a small mountain village in ancient wuyue, there lived a family of five. They live in a thatched cottage, low and small, dark and damp. There is a small river in front of the house. The river is very slow. Lotus and lotus are connected as one. The old couple are very old, white-haired, lying in an armchair, chatting like a drunken Wu. It sounds like singing, soft and nice. Who are these two old people? The old woman touched her white hair and said happily, "God's eldest son is the most capable. Now weeding in the bean fields in Hedong. The beans are growing well and are about to close. It seems that there will be a good harvest this year. " "Yes, yes," the old man took a sip of "Dad's tea" and pursed his mouth. "The second son is not bad either. He is knitting a chicken coop outside the house. The chicken is getting bigger and bigger, and the old chicken coop can't hold it. Next spring, he can exchange his eggs for pocket money. The most gratifying thing is that the cubs, who are young, have learned to work. No, he is lying in the lotus bushes by the river, picking lotus leaves and peeling lotus seeds inside. Lotus seeds are made into lotus seed soup and sell quickly in the market. " "Yes," the old woman went on to say, as long as there is no more war, our life will be very stable and beautiful. Original poem: Qingpingle Villagers' Residence
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
4. Seek the meaning of Qingpingle Village, the longer the better. Three or four hundred words at most in late spring and early summer. There is a warm breeze in the quiet village. Among them, there is a family, surrounded by green trees, quiet and quiet, living a leisurely life. Don't believe you-"Cha, Cha, Cha ..." The bird called. Let's follow the bird's guide. Looking around, there are green grass everywhere and a stream flows through it. There are several small and short huts, not the sound of drinking and ordering, but the slightly drunk white-haired old couple teasing each other in Wu dialect. Outside, a towering tree is lush, like a giant umbrella blocking the sun. Two big white cocks and a big grape trellis climbed onto the roof of the hut. There are sharp ones on the pine tree behind the house. Its sharpness is also reduced a little. Looking back, a young man with bare arms was sweating and hoeing bean sprouts. He found us, put down his hoe, adjusted his straw hat and looked at us suspiciously. Under a big tree, a smaller one is knitting a chicken coop. He sat cross-legged with his hands flying up and down like two butterflies. We were just about to walk into the cabin.
5. Rewriting Qingpingle Village Residence, 400 words. According to the first paragraph of the outline: write pastoral scenery and seize beauty. I have lived in the countryside for some days, and rural life is really intoxicating. On this day, I left my inn and walked around to see what new things I could find. Somehow, I came to the stream. The water in the stream is crystal clear, and I can see groups of fish in the water. Others jump out of the water from time to time, causing a splash. I look up at the blue sky, there are no clouds in Wan Li, the sky is so pure and the clouds are so white. A breeze blowing with flowers, I open my arms to face the wind, breathing the fragrant air, and suddenly feel refreshed and relaxed. At this time, I found a family by the stream. The thatched roof looks short. Guateng is still wrapped around the roof, and the green leaves are shining in the sun, which makes people feel that green is about to flow out: an old couple is sitting in front of the window, drinking mellow rice wine. When they are drunk, they make fun of each other in southern languages. They have three sons: the eldest son planted beans in the east of the stream, when their food was flourishing. The eldest son sometimes sings a folk song or two. The second son is sitting in the shade in front of the house, knitting a new henhouse. His hands are so clever, I think they are a pair of girls' hands! Next to the hen is squatting on the ground squinting. The most naughty is the youngest son! He is peeling lotus leaves by the stream so that his mother can cook sweet soup. I saw him standing and sitting for a while. Finally, he felt bored and simply picked a lotus leaf to cover his face and fell asleep. The second brother came over and continued to peel the lotus seeds, muttering "This boy ..." I looked forward to smiling. That's true. How beautiful and harmonious it is without war and intrigue of officialdom! I am willing to be an ordinary person and enjoy a comfortable, quiet and beautiful life in the countryside.
6. The Seven Laws Long March was rewritten into a 300-word composition: "The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is only idle." The Long March is a declaration; The Long March is a propaganda team; The Long March is a seeder; The Long March is a great miracle in history. After reading this poem, I was deeply touched. During the Long March, the Red Army soldiers encountered all kinds of difficulties and hardships, experienced unbearable torture by ordinary people, and traveled all over the rushing Dadu River and Jinsha River. Rolling mountains; Frozen snow-capped mountains and boundless grasslands are blocked by various natural disasters. But their hearts are full of struggle and blood, and they bravely fight the enemy regardless of their own lives. They were also diligent in thinking, cleverly dealing with the enemy, and finally won the Long March. In our life, we will also encounter many difficulties. Once, I was playing the repeater. Somehow, I suddenly stopped playing it, and the original tape got stuck. Drag hard. But on second thought, it will break the tape. So I calmed down and took my time. After many twists and turns, I finally took it out. I realized a truth: I am not afraid of difficulties, I will overcome them. I also learned from the poem "I prefer the snow in Minshan, and my face will be flushed after the three armies" that the Red Army soldiers have the spirit of revolutionary optimism. They not only shed blood on the battlefield. But the Red Army soldiers still live happily every day, and I admire them very much. Now, we live a happy life, but we can't forget the past history, the brave Red Army soldiers and the founders of the new China. Without their command and efforts, there would be no day of reform and opening up. So cherish this hard-won good time, study hard and don't waste time. Idle away your years and try your best to meet the "blooming face" of life. On the Long March, I wrote a tragic symphony, a tragic poem and painted a tragic picture. I want to remember the Long March and carry forward its spirit.
7. Which do you think is better to rewrite Qingpingle Village into a short essay of 200~300 words?
In a remote village, there is a low thatched house and a happy family of five lives. The back of the thatched cottage is covered with green bamboo, and in front of it is a crystal clear stream with many lotus flowers flowing, and the bank of the stream is covered with green grass.
An old white-haired couple are sitting affectionately under a tree, chatting while drinking.
Grandpa said, "Our three sons are very good and filial."
"Old man, we can enjoy the rest of our lives!" Grandma said with a smile.
"What do you think of this year's harvest?"
"If the weather is fine this year, we won't have to worry about food."
"God bless us and give us three lovely sons. What are you worried about? " ……
Their eldest son is weeding in the hot sun in the bean field by the stream; The second son is ingenious and skillfully weaves a chicken coop at home. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, but he smiled happily at the thought of a comfortable chicken nest. The most interesting thing is the third son, who wears two croissants and has a strand of bangs on his forehead. He playfully picked a big lotus from the stream, threw it on the grass, and slowly tasted the fragrant and tender lotus seeds. Humming a little song in his mouth, shaking his head from time to time, and his cocked legs kept swinging up and down. I'm so happy.
The old couple saw all this and felt unspeakable joy in their hearts. Although it is a village house, it is like a paradise!
One day, I came to a small village. There are mountains around this small village, and there is a river in front. The river is clear and transparent, and the water surface is sparkling. There are many small fish swimming around in the river.
Suddenly, a small room appeared in front of my eyes. The hut is low and small, with a large piece of bamboo behind it. There are two white-haired old people sitting in front of the hut. Both of them were slightly drunk, speaking Wudi dialect and chatting affectionately with each other with a smile.
Look! It is their eldest son who is weeding in the bean field on the east bank of the river. How hard he works. Bead-sized sweat dripped from the bean seedlings. The second son sat quietly in the open space in front of the door, knitting a chicken coop. He did it so carefully. Turn around and look, oh! It turns out that they have a little son! He is naughty on the ground, shaking his feet, and is leisurely picking lotus leaves and peeling lotus seeds to eat! It can be seen that the old couple like him best.
I really want to live here! Even for a day or two.