1. Wen Tingyun’s Wangjiangnan has been rewritten as a narrative, with more than 200 words, and it will definitely be well received.
Mine is an original version of 0, but the number of words is longer. Waiting for the Dreaming of the Sky in June is Like a Child’s My face changes at every turn. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear and clear, and now it is filled with dark clouds.
Along with a deafening rumble, a silver snake danced its unpredictable body in the dark air. It seems that only rumble is the best soundtrack.
There are really people who are happy and some who are worried by the Mudan River! The poets by the riverside were singing to their heart's content, and the little girl with bare feet was singing loudly. Only one person frowned and muttered: "It's early or late, but it happened when Ruofeng and I were dating. A rare date fell through again." "
This woman frowned and pouted. She was dressed in blue and had black hair. Judging from her dress, she looks like a young lady from an official family.
"Wan'er, what are you talking about?" The person speaking at this time was a white-faced scholar, wearing plain clothes and coarse cloth, with an extraordinary conversation, and his eyes were full of doting and tenderness. "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing.
By the way, Ruofeng, what's the matter with you coming out to me?" "Something, something, yes" flashed in Ruofeng's eyes A trace of panic: "I want to go to Beijing to take the exam." "What, go to Beijing to take the exam, when and why?" Wan'er looked a little anxious.
"We will set off tomorrow." Ruofeng's eyes were a little dim.
"Why tomorrow? Can't it be later?" "Late? Wan'er, I want to gain fame as soon as possible and come to propose marriage as soon as possible! We can't delay any longer!" "Oh, that's right. Then you When will you come back?" Wan'er was a little happy.
"One year, one year. I will marry you in one year."
Wan'er blushed and lowered her head and said, "Then you should come back soon!" "Ruofeng's figure became increasingly blurry. Wan'er stretched out her hands and shouted anxiously: "Ruofeng! Ruofeng!" "Miss, are you awake?" said a worried voice.
Wan'er was looking at her eyes, and the sun was shining brightly around her. "Sui'er, what time is it?" "Go back to Miss, it's about nine o'clock."
Wan'er got up to change her clothes and freshen up. Still dressed in blue, with black hair.
It’s just that the person is a little haggard. Wan'er thought to herself: It's been so hard for me to wait for a year! Ruofeng, the one-year period is here, I will pick you up right now! "Sui'er, prepare the car and go to Wangjiang Tower."
"Yes!" For a year, Wan'er has never stepped into this sad place. Today, it is true that things are different and people are different.
"Sui'er, you guys wait for me downstairs. I'll go up and take a look at the scenery." "Miss, you'd better wear a cloak. It's windy up there! Since a year ago, Miss's health has become worse. Once upon a time. "
The cloak is on my shoulders but I can't feel any warmth. Ruofeng, come back quickly! It was still a bit cold in Wangjiang Tower in the morning.
There were not many ships at this time. At Chen time, more and more ships passed by.
Wan'er looked carefully at each ship, but there was still no trace of her old friend. Hey, there is a ship in the distance, and as it gets closer, there is a person standing on the bow, a man! Is it him? he? Why is he a middle-aged man! But the figures are quite similar.
Alas! What a joy! There's another boat! In this way, Wan'er always sighs more than she is happy. The day passed like this.
Waiting for nothing, Wan'er's figure was a little lonely. Unexpectedly, the figure fell to the ground in a flash... "Ruofeng!" "Wan'er!" Maybe they can only get together in dreams. 2. Rewriting of Wen Tingyun's "Wang Jiangnan" in 200 words
Rewriting "Wang Jiangnan" After washing up, I sat alone near the window.
Looking up, the fog-shrouded river meanders toward the lonely mountain in the distance. The river is green and spotless. In the blink of an eye, you and I have been separated for several months.
Thinking back to the affectionate words you held my hand and said to me on the day we left, and the scene of you standing on the bow of the boat reluctant to leave and waving frequently, my tears couldn't stop falling. I looked up at the sky, and your figure appeared in my mind again. I wonder where you are at this moment. Are you sitting by the window and missing me? My heart aches. Since ancient times, being ruthless is not as painful as being sentimental.
In front of you, the willow branches hang weakly into the water, creating circles of water ripples. The sun hid behind the lonely mountain tiredly, no longer able to shine on the entire earth.
I don’t know if you will see such a scene. I hope you will come back soon and accompany me to enjoy the flowers and the moon. There are boats on the river one after another. I keep my eyes wide open, lest I miss you.
Even so, your figure never appeared, and tears welled up in my eyes again. (From hope to disappointment) Do you already have a new love, or have you forgotten me? I don't know.
In an instant, I couldn't control my emotions and burst into tears. The wind brings the call of the night, I hope it can also convey my full feelings to you, and I hope you can reunite with me soon. 3. Wen Tingyun's "Looking at Jiangnan" rewritten in 200 words
Rewritten "Looking at Jiangnan"
After washing up, I sat alone by the window.
Looking up, the fog-shrouded river meanders towards the lonely mountain in the distance. The river is green, transparent and spotless.
In the blink of an eye, we have been separated for several months. Thinking back to the affectionate words you said to me while holding my hand on the day we left, and the scene where you waved frequently while standing on the bow of the ship, my tears couldn't stop falling.
I looked up at the sky, and your figure appeared in my mind again. I wonder where you are at the moment. Are you sitting by the window and missing me? My heart aches. Since ancient times, being ruthless is not as painful as being sentimental. In front of me, willow branches hang weakly into the water, creating circles of water ripples. The sun hid behind the lonely mountain tiredly, no longer able to shine on the entire earth. I don’t know if you will see such a scene. I just beg you to come back soon and accompany me to enjoy the flowers and the moon.
The boats on the river came one after another. I opened my eyes wide, lest I miss you. Even so, your figure never appeared, and tears welled up in my eyes again. Do you already have a new love, or have you forgotten me? I don't know. In an instant, I couldn't control my emotions and burst into tears.
The wind brings the call of night, I hope it can also convey my full feelings to you. 4. Rewriting of "Wang Jiangnan"
I got up early, dressed up, went to the Wangjiang Tower, and waited for his arrival alone. I stared at the sad rotating river water, and carefully looked at the river. The boat passing by on the river, my lover should also come on such a boat with white sails. The setting sun slowly sets, covering the distant shore in a dim light. The sunset slowly shines with golden light under the swaying of the water. , the sun rises and sets, it’s another day, the one I love, why can’t I see you? I look at the Bai Pin Island in the river, feeling sad and sad.
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Today It was the day he promised to go home. Early in the morning, I combed my hair carefully, put on the beads he gave me the year before last, put on his favorite green silk gauze skirt, and climbed up to Wangjiang Tower alone. Leaning on the railing near the river, waiting for him to come back.
Passenger ships passed one after another, and travelers left one after another, but he was still nowhere to be seen. The sun is slowly setting in the west, and the afterglow is curling up, as if unwilling to leave like this. Looking with tearful eyes, I saw the surging river water rolling eastwards. Why do those fragile and helpless white duckweed flowers on the banks of the river look so much like me? I was torn apart by the ruthless river wind. 5. How to write a 200-word expansion of "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River"
The belated morning light spread across the blue sea, and finally reflected the haggard figure of the woman sitting by the window. What are you waiting for, and what are you looking at? What is it? I think I should know the answer. The bronze mirror on the table reflects the beautiful face of the beautiful girl, with her hair in a bun. However, no matter how beautiful her face is, she can't hide the indelible pain on her face. From the window to Looking out, the beautiful sea of ??roses can no longer be seen, only the deep blue of the sea and the feeble paleness of the sky are left; the wildly growing ivy climbs all over the snow-white walls, trying to bury those past oaths of friendship; she doesn't care. . Just looking at the distant sea and sky, the appearance of every ship made her heart skip a beat, but what followed was a deeper disappointment. She is fragile, I think. Bloody Sunset The powerful light brought out a series of sea foam, and the red clouds in the sky, what are they hinting at? She still looked at the line that flickered, waiting for him, waiting, even if it was a silk letter. The long waves of the water, just like her longing for him, stretched endlessly. The white sail was in a blood-red sea. The color of her face was dyed with the last touch of red of the day. She suddenly wanted to shout his name, but unfortunately, her hope was shattered before she had time to hope. It was not him, and it was not him. Recalling the "Poetry Mountains and Seas" "Always present, like the sun and the moon without rest", and those gentle and almost false words, are they just jokingly subverting those cramped rhymes? The pale moonlight highlighted the cold sea water, which penetrated deeply into the bones. The mist on the sea swayed with it and must have settled in her eyes. Otherwise, her eyes would not be wet... 6. Rewrite the ancient poem "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River" with 200 words
The river meets the sky, and the shadow of the small boat floating on the edge comes and leaves again, bringing hope and carrying away deep thoughts... ——Inscription: I combed my temples lightly, and strands of hair fell from my hands. A trace of longing lingered in my heart, wrapping around my fingers, gently touching my every move.
The light and shadow flickered between the dark bronze mirrors, caressing the cheeks and adding a faint blush. Tiptoeing lightly, I stepped onto the steps, feeling sad.
Climbing up the building and looking at the river, I saw thousands of sails passing by, floating in the vastness. Swallows were flying in all directions, whispering, but they could not tell the journey home of the people I missed in my heart... The shadow of the sails came, and again After leaving, I lowered my eyes and opened them again, repeating this endlessly. After all, there was no ship full of my thoughts docked under Wangjiang Tower... The ripples of the river were filled with tears in my heart, all rippling in the sunshine.
Quiet - silent, tears - endless. There was only a trace of residual red left on the rosy cheeks that had been painted in the morning.
Looking at the sails on the river, my clear eyes became dim. The setting sun sheds a rosy glow, making my cheeks look as beautiful as before.
He stood up and walked to the railing of the building, his eyes flashing brightly, and after the sail shadow left, he turned around and sobbed silently. The bleak wind blew, and the thin body was so weak that it was stirred by the wind.
The slanting light hugs the water waves, the affection is long, and the light mist on the river is their growing love? I can't see you coming back. On Baipingzhou, the buildings are empty. The fragrance of tears fills the air, and sadness fills the empty buildings...