Topic: Rewriting the ancient poem Qiu Si (students practice).
Zhang Ji was born in poverty. When I was a child, my family was poor and far from my hometown. By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.
On a silent night, Zhang Ji finished his dinner and sat in the small yard enjoying the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the hidden earth.
He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left.
He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.
The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.
When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again. He added: you should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing these, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San, and Wang San rode away.
Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown. References:
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