Summer is a season full of vitality. You see: lush trees have opened handfuls of "sun umbrellas" for the earth, and flowers are competing to open and compete for beauty. Over a mountain, through several deep paths, I came to a remote and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. It is very quiet here. There was no sound except a few crows of chickens and dogs.
Next to the mountain village, there is a clear spring flowing down from the mountain. Sunlight shines on it, reflecting colorful brilliance, as beautiful and magical as a mirror in a fairy tale. There are also some green lotus leaves on the stream, protecting the delicate lotus flowers like messengers. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows and ripples like fish scales appear on the stream. Walking to the stream, I picked up a cool spring to wash my face, and suddenly felt refreshed.
On the other side of the stream, there is a low hut, and lotus leaves make a green "natural barrier" for this hut. In the hut, there is an elderly couple. They seem to have just finished drinking, slightly drunk, and their faces are red with smiles. They teased each other in Wu dialect. The voice is so gentle, the language is so kind and so happy! On the open space outside the hut, the green grass is shaded. Under a big tree next to the house, sat a teenager, the second son of the old couple, knitting a cage for the chicken. He made it up seriously. It's really unique. On the left of the second son lies a two-year-old urchin. He's not idle either. Look, he can tease the little fish for a while. Peel the lotus for a while, and the naughty and childish appearance is really loved by everyone. In a bean field on the east side of the stream, there is a young man in his twenties. He is the eldest son of the old couple, sweating profusely in the fields. The hot sun made him sweat, but he still worked hard. ...
Looking at this family living in Xanadu, the eldest son and the second son are hardworking and simple, and the younger son is naughty and lovely. What a happy farmhouse!
2. Change a poem into a 500-word composition. Du Fu's stone moat is gray, gloomy and cold.
The cold north wind seems to engulf the whole person. I rode my thin horse listlessly. After a bumpy day, I finally arrived at Shihao Village.
Let's stay here today, that's what I think. I finally chose a family. I tapped on the door and only heard a commotion in the door. Suddenly, an old man ran over the wall to the south.
After a while, an old woman slowly opened the door. I explained my purpose to her, and she called back the old man who had just escaped and received me warmly.
When I entered her house, I suddenly found that my choice was wrong, because this family was not generally poor, and only some porridge was used to entertain guests, and there was almost no rice, not to mention even these simple things. They told me that since Tang Jun's attack failed, the Li Tang administration has implemented the "Ralph policy" in this area. Many people took up arms and went to the battlefield. Their three sons are defending in Yecheng, and two of them have died in battle.
She doesn't want her old man to go to war, because he is old and afraid that he will never come back. At night, while I was sleeping, a voice woke me up. I lay in bed and listened carefully to the development of the situation outside the door.
At first, an adult man shouted rudely, "The emperor has a draft order, and every family has able-bodied men." The old man ran away at once.
Then there was a knock at the door. "Come on, hand over your people." Eager to know the development of the situation, I looked at the door through the window.
The old woman hurried to open the door, but before she could open it, someone kicked it open. It turned out to be two local officials.
They have a machete in one hand and a three-foot stick in the other. They are all fierce, like messengers from hell. "Quick, hand over all the men in your family."
One of the police officers said. "I have three sons, all of whom have gone to keep Yecheng. A son just wrote that his two brothers were killed.
Hey! "The old woman sighed and was about to continue when she was pushed to the ground by one of the policemen." "Cut the crap and hand over that man quickly," one of the policemen pulled out his machete. You disobeyed the emperor's orders and you wanted to be beheaded. "
The old woman stood up slowly and said, "There is no other man in my family, only a grandson who is still nursing. Are you taking him away, too? " ? Because of this grandson, his mother did not leave us. ""You can't convince us, we have to go in and check to make sure there are no men in your house. "
The two officers attach great importance to this matter, and they can't be careless. "We are all poor families, and the children's mothers are afraid to go out, because there is no complete dress at home, for fear that the host will laugh."
The old woman's tone became very helpless. "No, we have to go in and check. This is our duty. "
After that, two police officers pushed the old woman away and tried to break into the house. The old woman said helplessly, "well, although I am almost seventy years old, I don't feel very old." I can go with you and serve in Heyang as soon as possible to show my patriotism. If I can, I can prepare breakfast for the soldiers! " The two officers smiled cunningly: "Well, there are no men in your family, but it is really commendable that you joined the army instead of having men at home. You will get the meritorious military service sooner or later! " Seeing this, I really wanted to go out and pull the old woman back, but her daughter-in-law grabbed me and motioned me not to go out now.
I just put up with it and watched the old woman leave like this. The two officers were still looking for able-bodied men from house to house, and the noise outside gradually stopped after midnight.
But I seem to hear a whimper. Maybe the old man is back! I can't restrain my excitement. I opened the door and a north wind blew. At this time, I found that a thick layer of snow had accumulated at the door. I don't know when it began to snow. When I walked out of the house, the moon seemed to be hanging in the sky alone, and the stars in the sky didn't know where to take refuge.
It's getting dawn, and the rooster is singing on the mountain. The rooster crows everywhere, full of sadness. I got on my thin horse again and said goodbye to the old man. I saw that he stayed up all night and his eyes were red and swollen.
I don't know if snowflakes floated into my eyes or I felt sad, so I couldn't help but shed tears. I will always remember that day. The weather is gray, cloudy and cold.
3. Rewrite the poem Tomb-Sweeping Day into a 500-word composition. The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "
When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away. Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home.
At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident.
Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus.
On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits.
We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs. After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances.
I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After reading the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang.
The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears.
Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." It is worth mentioning that this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, unusual and much better. It is so interesting and unusual.
There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals.
It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
4. Adapting children's poems into a 500-word composition Once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed Anren County by boat, he saw the green grass on both sides of the boat through the window of the cabin, like a bright green carpet, flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous.
Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up. At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed.
So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring. Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow.
They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out.
"Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail.
In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! "Yang Wanli this just suddenly enlighted. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea.
Not simple, not simple! (Boding Literature) Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled: "A leaf is fishing, and two children are parked on the boat. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain. It's not to cover your head but to make wind. "
A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.
5. Rewrite the poem Qingming into a 500-word composition. When Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, it always rains continuously.
Under the erosion of rain, the willows turned a little green and the wicker was graceful. Under the blowing of the wind, the yangko was danced for nothing. Most areas of the earth are green.
What a beautiful spring, Du! Old buffalo, grazing cowboys by the lake, enjoys the beauty of youth. At this time, a scholar staggered over, wearing a white coat and a "Taibai" hat, stroking Zhina's beard, which was not too long.
It may be Tomb-Sweeping Day! He was lost in thought, perhaps to miss the dead. Walking in a sparse crowd, he stands out.
At this moment, the scholar came over, bowed respectfully to the cowherd and said, "Excuse me, little brother, where is a restaurant nearby?" The cowboy put down the piccolo and thought, maybe he is drowning his sorrows in wine and can't wait to find a hotel! So he rode on the back of the cow and pointed to nearby Xinghua Village, a well-known village that specializes in producing good wine. The scholar listened and thanked him.
After that, I showed a long-lost smile and went to that mysterious place-"Xingdahua Village!" If you feel uncomfortable, please modify it yourself ~ ~ ~ It should be adopted. Thank you.
6. Rewrite Qiu Si's ancient poems into a story. About 500 words. In the autumn evening, the poet Zhang Ji had nothing to do after supper and came to his friend's door. He went up and knocked on the door several times, and an extremely boy poked his head out: "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Ji quickly said, "Excuse me, is your master at home?" "Unfortunately, master went back to his hometown to see relatives yesterday and won't be back until next month. Please go back. " After that, extremely closed the door, leaving Zhang Ji standing alone in front of the door. A cold autumn wind blew, bringing chills. Zhang Ji turned around and suddenly heard a child calling, "Mom, look, goose!" " The poet looked up and saw a flock of geese flying across the sky. Zhang Ji couldn't help thinking that he lived in Luoyang and never came back all the year round. Goose will come back next year. When can he go back to his hometown? At this time, there was no one in the street, only the rustling of leaves in the wind. The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, and the lotus in the pond had long since disappeared. At this time, insects are singing and birds are singing. When he got home, it suddenly occurred to Zhang Ji that although he could not return to his hometown, he could write a letter. However, he mentioned a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start. In the poet's mind, the scene of parting keeps emerging. When I left my mother, I left without looking back, but I didn't know when I would see her again ... When I thought of this, the poet felt tears in his eyes, and all his feelings welled up like spring water at one time, and the poet sent all his thoughts in these paragraphs. Finally, he wrote this letter, and Zhang Ji carefully read it dozens of times, for fear that his homesickness could not be fully expressed. At this moment, he suddenly heard a dozen people playing. In the morning, the poet got up early and waited at the door with a letter. I don't know when, the sound of hooves came from the corner. "Come, come!" The poet was very excited. I saw the boy who delivered the letter jump off his horse and took the letter and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely send it!" " "Say that finish, I was about to get on the horse when I suddenly heard a shout from behind:" Please stay! " He quickly turned around and asked, "What happened to the old man?" "I ... I want to read this letter again." The young man hesitated and handed it to the poet. The poet quickly opened the letter, examined it carefully, and then sealed it for the young man. The young man got on his horse and left with a whip. The poet stood there with tears in his eyes ... The autumn wind blew away his tears, drop by drop.
7. Ask an ancient poem to expand to more than 500 words. It is best to describe the spring tide, which is vast and connected with the sea. A bright moon rises from the sea with the tide. The moonlight shines on the river, traveling thousands of miles with the waves, shining a little bit of broken silver. Where is the riverside without bright moonlight?
The river winds around Yuan Ye, where there are many flowers and plants. The moonlight shines on the trees full of flowers, and the light is as fine as dense snow beads. Moonlight fell from the sky like frost, as if it had solidified. I can't feel it flying, but I think it is silvery white and dazzling, and the white sand on the river bank is invisible.
The river and the sky are the same color, clear and transparent. There is no dust, only a bright solitary moon hanging high in the air. As time goes by, the moon is eternal. The moon was first seen by the river. When did the moon on the river first shine on people? Endless, endless, only the moon on the river, year after year, always similar. I don't know who shines the moon on the river, and the Yangtze River keeps sending flowing water into the distance.
A piece of white clouds slowly left, leaving only the homesick woman standing in the parting green maple. Whose wanderer is drifting on the boat tonight? Whose woman looks at the bright moon alone and leans against the tall building?
The moon shadow lingers outside the tall building and shines on the dressing table. The boudoir woman rolled up the bead curtain, but could not go to Yin Hui; Thoughts on washing clothes by the river The woman brushed the rocks and the moonlight came again. My concubine and lover see the bright moon, but they can't hear each other. I wish I could shine on you with moonlight. Hongyan can fly far, but it can't fly to you with moonlight. Long Qian, a fish, swims far, but only makes ripples on the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the flowers fell in a long pool and the poor spring could not return.
The river flows away the spring water, and the spring water will run out. The moon on the pool sets in the middle of the night and sinks again.
The slanting moon slowly sinks into the sea fog, and Jieshi and Xiaoxiang are infinitely far away.
Ask the moon, how many people can go home by moonlight The setting sun is silent, just swaying, and Yin Hui is covered with trees along the river.
8. Rewrite the poem Tomb-Sweeping Day into a 500-word composition. The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.
Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After reading the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
I hope this will help you! ! ! ! !
9. Rewrite the ancient poems and the Book of Songs, pick Wei Cheng's 500-word short stories, pick them, pick them, and their buds have broken ground. Speaking of going home, it has been more than half a year. No home, no room, just because of the invasion of armadillos. You can't sit still, just because armadillos often suffer. Picked Cai Wei, picked Cai Wei, and no one went back to their hometown to ask questions. After picking Cai Wei, the stems and leaves of Cai Wei became thick and hard. Speaking of going home, it is sunny again this year. The royal family's affairs are endless and there is no peace for a moment. Worry is really painful, so I can't go back to the province today. What flowers are in full bloom? Tang Di is a mess. Who will ride in the high carriage? That's for the general. The chariot has been driven, and the four horses are magnificent. They dare not live in peace, often fight and report it three times a month. When they were driving, all four horses were strong and radiant. The general takes the car as the command and the foot soldiers take the car as the cover. The four horses walked neatly, and their bows were decorated with ivory fish skins. Can they not be vigilant every day? The dragonfly's situation is urgent. When I left home to join the army, the willows swayed gently. Now when I go home, snowflakes are flying all over the sky. The road is long and slow, and I am hungry and thirsty. It's really hard in my heart. Who knows how sad I am.
10. Write a 500-word composition according to the picture of the ancient poem "Jiang Xue". In the middle of winter, the north wind roared and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the earth and becoming a white world.
The trees are covered with sparkling snow, and sharp icicles are hung on the branches; The water in the river turned into thin ice, and the fish hid at the bottom. The vibrant world suddenly became silent.
In the rolling hills, the chirping birds of the past disappeared. Some of them go to the far south for the winter, while others hide in warm nests and enjoy a happy life. Poor Hao Han birds froze to death in twos and threes under the tree, and there was no trace of any birds anywhere. The mountain road is white, and no one has walked through the footprints left.
Ah, it's so cold. People are hiding at home, sitting around the fire to keep warm, and there is no one around. On the icy river, the raging north wind is raging, and snowflakes are drifting east and west, looking for their own world.
However, on the river, an old man was sitting alone in a lonely boat, wearing hemp fiber and hat. He smashed the ice on the river, took out the fishing rod, hung the bait with his frozen hands and threw it into the water.
He put his hand in his arms and sat quietly, waiting for the fish to bite. In this cold environment, the old fisherman is not afraid of the ice and snow, forgets everything, devotes himself to fishing, and is lonely, showing a lofty aloof and inviolable.