1. A bright moon hung lonely in the night sky. Li Bai lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He stared at the moonlight on the ground sprinkled like autumn frost, and his heart felt like a knife. , thinking of the days when I left home a few years ago, I couldn't help but shed tears. I wonder how my family has been in recent years? Do his wife and children miss him? Is the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of your house still there? Is it still as fragrant as before?
After tossing and turning, he still couldn't fall asleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his worn-out gown, he couldn't help but think of his wife. How was his wife now? After thinking about it, I opened the door and walked out. The moonlight in the yard is like water, the leaves are withered, and the late autumn wind blows. I can't help but shudder. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I can't help but sigh: "Alas!" If only it was better to be at home, my wife would have given it to me. The gown has been sewn, but now I don’t know when I can let my wife sew clothes for me. He looked up at the moon in the sky, smiling at him, much like the smiling faces of children, as if saying to him: "Dad, come back quickly! We miss you so much, do you miss us?" Li Bai actually said to himself: "I think, Dad misses you. I wonder how your reading went?" Oh, I better not think about it anymore. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, so I went back to the house to sleep.
Li Bai dragged his long shadow back to the room again, lying on the bed still unable to sleep. Every tree and plant in his hometown, his wife, children, and neighbors were always dangling in front of his eyes. Go... I really don’t know when I can return to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help but shiver again. The late autumn wind was really cold, so Li Bai got up and closed the window again. well! When will the bright moon shine back on me?
2. The bright moon came out, round, like a piece of white jade hanging in the sky; the moonlight was hazy, as if it covered the earth with silver frost.
I stood in front of the window, looking up at the bright moon. At this time, the moonlight shot into the room, in front of the bed, and on the ground. When I looked back, I thought it was a thick layer of white frost on the ground. It makes me feel sad and sad.
When I raised my head and looked up at the bright moon, I found that the moon was no longer so beautiful. Compared with the bright moon in her hometown, she looks so eclipsed: the moon in her hometown looks so round, so bright, and always carries a magical power.
The moon is the brightness of my hometown. The bright moon shines brightly on the ground. It should also shine on my hometown at this moment. The moon has waxing and waning, but it must have its full time, and I He has been wandering in a foreign country for many years, alone, but never able to reunite with his family. How are your relatives in your hometown doing now? What big thing happened in your hometown? I have no idea. I hate myself, and I can't help but be filled with worry...
When I raised my head, I still saw the bright moon hanging quietly in the sky, so peaceful and peaceful. At this time, I smiled and murmured to the bright moon: "Mingyue, bright moon. My relatives and I are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but I look up at the same you every night. Can you send my greetings to those far away? Relatives? "The moon moved, and this was her slight nod...
In the middle of the night, I dreamed about my hometown, my relatives in my hometown, and the moon brought my greetings to Around them - "My relatives in my hometown, how are you?" Rewrite Jing Yesi's article in 400 words
The night is deep - Rewrite "Jing Yesi" There are stars, the Milky Way is brilliant, and a bright sky The bright moon is embedded in the curtain-like sky, spreading the moonlight unreservedly beside the bed, on the window sill, and on my body, like a thin layer of gauze, which makes people feel like thick white frost.
Li Bai was not sleepy at all, and his ears were filled with the laughter and blessings of family reunions.
Yes! In this beautiful time of full moon, who is still wandering in other places like me? I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of homesickness in my heart.
I got up and looked around. The moon was particularly beautiful tonight. Is it the mirror of Yaotai? Or pure white jade? The bright moon aroused my homesickness.
Don’t you know that the rolling mountains in your hometown are still green? Don’t you know that the turbulent river is still rushing? Is the pond still so clear? The scenery in my hometown reminds me of my relatives, the old mother, the father with the long beard, and the young and strong brothers and sisters. Are they living happily now? ...Only the moon knows my sadness! I told it all kinds of homesickness, including my homesickness. As I spoke, a drop of cold liquid slipped from my cheek, but the moon was still listening quietly... Li Bai's Quiet Night Thoughts were written as a 400-word essay
1. A bright moon hung lonely in the night sky. Li Bai lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, staring at the moonlight on the ground as it sprinkled on the ground like autumn frost. He My heart is like a knife. Thinking of the days when I left home a few years ago, I can't help but shed tears. I wonder how my family has been in recent years. Do his wife and children miss him? Is the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of your house still there? Is it still as fragrant as before? After tossing and turning, he still couldn't fall asleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his worn-out gown, he couldn't help but think of his wife. How was his old wife now? After thinking about it, I opened the door and walked out.
The moonlight in the yard was like water, the leaves were withered, and the late autumn wind blew. I couldn't help but shudder. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I couldn't help but sigh: "Alas!" It's great. My wife has already sewed a gown for myself, but now I don't know when I can let my wife sew clothes for me.
He looked up at the moon in the sky, smiling at him, much like the smiling faces of children, as if saying to him: "Dad, come back quickly! We miss you so much, do you miss us?" Li Bai unexpectedly He also said to himself: "I think, Dad misses you. I wonder how your reading is going?" Alas, I better not think about it anymore. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, so I went back to the house to sleep.
Li Bai dragged his long shadow back to the room again, lying on the bed still unable to fall asleep. Every tree and plant in his hometown, his wife, children, and neighbors were always dangling in front of his eyes. Go... I really don’t know when I can return to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help but shiver again. The late autumn wind was really cold, so Li Bai got up and closed the window again.
Alas! When will the bright moon shine back on me? 2. The bright moon came out, round, like a piece of white jade hanging in the sky; the moonlight was hazy, as if it covered the earth with silver frost.
I stood in front of the window, looking up at the bright moon.
At this time, the moonlight shined into the room, in front of the bed, and on the ground.
When I looked back, I thought it was a thick layer of white frost on the ground.
It makes me feel sad and sad.
When I raised my head and looked up at the bright moon, I found that the moon was no longer so beautiful.
Compared with the bright moon in her hometown, she looks so eclipsed: the moon in her hometown looks so round, so bright, and always carries a magical power.
The moon is the brightness of my hometown. The bright moon shines brightly on the ground. It should also shine on my hometown at this moment. The moon has waxing and waning, but it must have its full time, and I He has been wandering in a foreign country for many years, alone, but never able to reunite with his family.
How are your relatives in your hometown doing now? What big thing happened in your hometown? I have no idea.
I hate myself, and I can't help but be filled with worry... When I raised my head, I still saw the bright moon hanging quietly in the sky, so peaceful and peaceful.
At this time, I smiled and murmured to the bright moon: "Bright moon, bright moon."
My relatives and I are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but we look up at it every night The same you, can you send my greetings to my relatives far away? "The moon moved, and this was her slight nod... In the middle of the night, I dreamed of my hometown, my relatives in my hometown, and... The moon brings my greetings to them - "My relatives in my hometown, how are you?"... Adapted from Jingyesi into a 600-word composition
A bright moon hangs alone in the night sky, Li Bai Lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, staring at the moonlight shining on the ground like autumn frost, his heart ached like a knife (deleted), thinking of the days when he left home a few years ago, Lao Lian I can't help but feel depressed. I wonder how my family has been in recent years. Do his wife and children miss him? Is the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of your house still there? Is it still as fragrant as before? (Keep asking yourself and express your feelings, okay.
) After tossing and turning, he still couldn't fall asleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his worn-out gown, he couldn't help but think of himself. My wife, I wonder how my old wife is doing now? After thinking about it, I opened the door and walked out.
The moonlight in the yard was like water, the leaves were withered, and the late autumn wind blew. I couldn't help but shudder. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I couldn't help but sigh: "Alas!" How wonderful, my wife has already sewn the gown for myself, but now I don’t know when I can wear it again (before I can let my wife sew clothes for myself).
Looking up at the moon in the sky, (deleted) was smiling at him, much like the smiling faces of children, as if saying to him: "Dad, come back quickly! We miss you so much, do you miss us?" "Li Bai actually said to himself: "I think, dad misses you. I wonder how your reading is going?" Oh, I better not think about it. The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I was, so I went back to the house to sleep.
(The object of psychological activity here is not clear enough.
) Li Bai dragged his long shadow back to the room again, lying on the bed still unable to fall asleep, every grass and grass in his hometown were everywhere. The wood, wife, children, and neighbors are always dangling before his eyes... I really don't know when I can return to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help but shiver again. The late autumn wind was really cold, so Li Bai got up and closed the window again.
Alas! When will the bright moon shine on me... Rewrite "Quiet Night Thoughts" into a narrative
It's the dead of night, everything is silent, there is no sound outdoors or indoors, only the quiet and bright moonlight quietly shines in front of the bed On the open space, a faint green glow was sprinkled.
I opened my drunken eyes inadvertently. At first I thought it was a thin layer of autumn frost falling on the ground. When I raised my head and looked up along the light, I saw the beautiful moon outside the window. It is hanging quietly in the night sky.
It suddenly dawned on me, and I understood what touched my own heartstrings. It turned out to be the lingering and inevitable homesickness, so I fell into deep meditation. ... It is probably within this scope that Jing Yesi was rewritten into a short article.
Within 100 words
It is late autumn again.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, you have to travel around in life. How can a grown man stay in his hometown and stay with his relatives forever because of reluctance and selfish thoughts? The courtyard is lonely, and the bright moonlight through the window shines in front of the bed, bringing the cold autumn night chill.
I woke up in the middle of the night and opened my eyes hazily. At first glance, in a dazed mood, I saw a layer of thick frost on the ground.
The white field made me feel shocked.
Why is there silver frost all over the floor in this room? Could it be that God, aware of my loneliness and desolation in wandering in a foreign land, made autumn pass so quickly, bringing winter in a hurry before the leaves have even fallen? After taking a closer look, I found that the so-called silver frost was just my illusion. It was not frost marks but moonlight.
The moonlight inevitably attracted me to look up and see a round moon hanging in the ink sky.
The moonlight is thick, and there are still a few stars twinkling in the dark sky. It turns out that the sky in the autumn night is so clear and as quiet as a pool of clear water! At this time, I fully woke up.
Looking at the beautiful moon in front of me, I thought about the beautiful Chang'e who lives on the moon. Chang'e is also a mortal. I wonder if she will miss the same thing on earth in the Guanghan Palace. Someone who misses her? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lower my head, feeling a little sad in my heart.
I also thought that when I was running around, I was busy with various affairs during the day, but in the dead of night, homesickness quietly hit my heart.
Every emotion is like a drop of water dripping into the heart, causing ripples in the heart.
Everyone who is a guest in a foreign country will probably feel this way! What night is there without a moon? What year has no autumn? But on a moonlit night and a frost-like autumn night, the wanderer could no longer hide his homesickness.
I don’t know if my parents, uncles, brothers, sisters, relatives and friends in my hometown are doing well.
Fortunately, at night, no matter they are far away or close in front of us, as long as we raise our heads, we can enjoy the same moon together.
(There are a lot of these, you can summarize them a little) Rewrite Jing Yesi’s article in 400 words
The night is heavy——Rewrite "Jing Yesi" The stars are dotted, the Milky Way is brilliant, A bright moon is embedded in the curtain-like sky, spreading the moonlight unreservedly beside the bed, on the window sill, and on my body, like a thin layer of gauze, which makes people feel like it is snow-white. Frost. Li Bai was not sleepy at all, and his ears were filled with the laughter and blessings of family reunions. Yes! In this beautiful time of full moon, who is still wandering in other places like me? I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of homesickness in my heart. I got up and looked at it. The moon tonight was particularly beautiful. Is it the mirror of Yaotai? Or pure white jade? The bright moon aroused my homesickness. I wonder if the rolling hills of my hometown are still green? Don’t you know that the turbulent river is still rushing? Is the pond still so clear? The scenery in my hometown reminds me of my relatives, the old mother, the father with the long beard, and the young and strong brothers and sisters. Are they living happily now? ...Only the moon knows my sadness! I told it all kinds of homesickness, including my homesickness. As I spoke, a drop of cold liquid slipped from my cheek, but the moon was still listening quietly... 600 titled "Silent Night Thoughts" The composition
is deep.
Gaze and listen quietly to the heartbeat, just like the eternal mountains and raging waves.
Enlightenment, the impetuousness of life, and the depth of the universe.
Listen and smell the fragrance.
Just like the blooming lily, the first blooming chrysanthemum.
Intoxicated, in Yu's arms, sleeping soundly, and not waking up for ten thousand years.
Let your heart fly in the sky and talk to the stars.
Blinking stars, do you feel lonely in space? In my pupils, the sky is filled with stars.
What kind of beauty is in your eyes? Cowherd and Weaver Girl, for thousands of years, you have been waiting and looking at each other silently, speechless for eternity, witnessing the beauty of this time.
In the month, under the grape trellis, how many loves are listening to the murmur of your magpie bridge, floating in the sea, enjoying the romance.
Big Dipper, I will always guard your post for ten thousand years without any regrets.
Who are you sacrificing for? Is it the belief that the world is for the common good? Or do you protect the God in your heart all the time? You, like a lighthouse in navigation, point out the direction for us in the deep.
Your existence has given those who have lost themselves in darkness a home.
Morning star, you are always sleepless and keep sending the first ray of light to the world.
In the increasingly bright world, your brilliance has faded.
Why, what are you doing for? Bai, after hundreds of millions of years of brewing, was born in the dazzling light.
Then comes the release of eons.
For whom are you shining brightly? Who are you sending warmth to? Black, are you the shade of green hundreds of millions of years ago and the cinders of millions of years from now? Is it the accumulation of millions of years of tears? For whom did you die? In the dark world, your gravity is still the same. Is the belief in your heart unchanged for hundreds of millions of years? There are so many unknown people scattered in the vast universe. Do you feel that you are insignificant? Is it possible to live contentedly without competing with celebrities? Be indifferent to fame and fortune, stay peaceful and far-reaching.
Existence is a kind of happiness, what do you think? The sky is full of stars, either bright or dark, hidden or visible. Which one am I? Where are you? In the boundless universe, can they feel each other's breathing and the trembling of their hearts? In life, there are always so many dissatisfactions - work, past, family, illness, confusion -, and inadvertently, irritability, depression, and melancholy come suddenly, like discordant notes, breaking the beautiful melody; like a stone , falling into the lake of heart, causing ripples.
There is always so much desolation in life, deep and low crying... Living is not easy, and you should always face it with a smile.
I don’t remember any philosopher who said, "Life is a mirror. She will cry when you cry, and laugh when you laugh." In fact, life is a kind of heart, an attitude, and a feeling.
If you are depressed, sad, and heartbroken, change your perspective, just like Ah Q. What’s wrong with deceiving yourself when appropriate? As long as there is light in your heart.
Life is short and suffering is many.
Born "unknowingly" and passed away "unconsciously".
Living is a kind of happiness. We should be full of joy, plunge into the stream of life, run all the way, sing and laugh all the way... Chatting online allows you to let yourself go, let your thoughts run freely, and rely on your tears. Splash freely, release your suppressed feelings, and find what you dream about.
But that is virtual after all (of course individual cases are not excluded).
We can only regard it as a pastime, a leisure, and a short-term release.
But it must not be used as a spiritual support or harbor.
Online chatting is the embellishment of our lives, not the sustenance of life; it is a short-term station for the sense of flow, not a permanent resting place for the sense of flow.
It’s deep, the stars have slept, the wind has slept, but the wings of my mind are still flying through the gaps in the universe and the world, wandering freely... I look at the stars and dream, and I am always dreaming. Looking at the starry sky... deep... Rewrite Li Bai's Quiet Night Thoughts into a story about two hundred and eleven times
In the quiet night of autumn, a bright moon hangs high in the sky.
Li Taibai, who was in a foreign land, saw a blur of white on the bedside.
He thought: Is this the autumn frost on the ground? "But Li Taibai took a closer look, ah! It turned out to be the bright moonlight shining on the bedside.
Li Taibai stared at the cold moonlight shining on the bedside, and mistakenly saw it as autumn frost.
This is because of too much longing, his thoughts drift to the distance, because that is the call of home... The emotion of missing his hometown surged in his heart again.
Li Taibai raised his head and looked up at that place. The bright moon hangs round in the sky.
Li Taibai thought to himself: The moon is not as bright as the one in my hometown, and the mountains and trees are so dim.
I am better. I miss reciting poems and drinking with my friends in my hometown.
I really don’t know if my friends in my hometown miss me now.
I miss the small bridges and flowing water in my hometown. I miss my mother in my hometown, and I also miss the lost time.
“The moon waxes and wanes, and people have their joys and sorrows.
"And Li Taibai is wandering in a foreign land, alone without companions.
He wants to return to his hometown as soon as possible and reunite with his family.
I don’t know if his family I still miss him, do my friends still want him to come home?
Whether the flowers in his hometown are blooming, and whether the leaves are lush... He has been staring at the full moon, completely immersed in his longing for his hometown. in the feelings.
... How to write a 300-word essay using the meaning of the poem "Quiet Night Thoughts"
"Quiet Night Thoughts" is a poem that every one of us likes very much , No matter you are young or old, whether you are living in a foreign country or staying with your relatives, as long as you are Chinese, there is no one who cannot recite this little poem. Why is such a sentence so plain and emotional? The simple and unpretentious poetry evokes a deep scream in the hearts of each of us? "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." The beginning of the poem is a plain narrative. In the dead of night, everything is silent. There is no sound outdoors or indoors. Only the quiet and bright moonlight quietly shines on the open space in front of the bed. It sprinkled a faint green glow. Inadvertently, when I looked down, I thought it was a thin layer of autumn frost falling on the ground. This was obviously an illusion. Perhaps, the author had already fallen asleep and returned to the place in his sleep. My hometown, but I was awakened by a strong feeling of homesickness. In the haziness, I mistook the moonlight on the ground for autumn frost. The word "suspicious" was used very vividly, which reflected in detail the feeling of sleeping but not sleeping at that time. Xing Feixing felt in a trance, because he also vaguely realized that there should be no frost in the house. It can be seen that the first reaction was frost, and the second reaction was a bit doubtful. When he woke up, it was not Autumn frost, instead of "moonlight in front of the bed", is actually the third reaction. As for why the first reaction is autumn frost, it is quite intriguing, because autumn frost has always been a sentimental hint. It means that this is another year when the autumn wind blows, arousing the deep sense of twilight in the hearts of countless guests...
When Su Shi's Jiangchengzi was rewritten into a composition, he wore a thin The dress stood in front of the window, listening to the sound of rain dripping in the dark, feeling sad.
During the day, the letter from home that should have been delivered ten years ago by the courier was pushed away and placed under the inkstone. He had read the letter several times, but it still stuck. I refused to believe that what the letter said happened ten years ago was true.
Desolate and sad.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
Suddenly I glanced at the bronze mirror, and I was startled by the face inside that was full of vicissitudes of life, with slightly frosted temples.
He didn’t know when he became so old. Was it the ten years that passed by or the moment he received the news of her death? unknown.
So even if they meet again, she will not recognize herself.
My heart is desolate and I have nowhere to talk, so I can only look for things to relieve my sorrow.
Then he took out a bottle of daughter's red from the wine cellar and got drunk.
He whispered his wife's name and fell asleep in bed, falling into a trance.
I came to a village in a trance. The whole village was sleeping. Looking around, I saw that it was my hometown.
There was a faint candlelight not far away in the darkness.
He walked slowly towards the candlelight, looked up, and his forehead was flat.
"Su Mansion...Su Mansion..." He raised his hand and lightly knocked on the door, but it was actually ajar, and immediately entered the mansion.
Naturally, he walked towards the west wing, which was where he and his wife lived before leaving.
He walked to the window and stood still. When he took a closer look, he saw the familiar figure combing his hair in front of the mirror.
"Fu... Fu'er..." The back figure was startled for a moment, then slowly turned around.
Suddenly their eyes met, and the longing from the bottom of his heart rushed out. He couldn't believe his eyes, that the deceased wife he had longed for appeared in front of him at this moment! He immediately rushed into the house and held his wife tightly in his arms.
, tears burst out of the embankment. At this moment, even if there are thousands of words, they have turned into this affectionate hug and rolling tears.
After a long time, my wife said: "Zizhan, I miss you so much! I know you are very busy, so before I died, I specifically asked my parents not to tell you the news of my death.
< p> Zizhan! Can you write another poem for me?" He nodded and said, "Okay!"Zizhan, you... take care." Ah..." Before he could finish his words, his hand suddenly loosened and he drifted towards the door.
He rushed out of the door and shouted: "Fu'er! Fu'er!" But he heard his wife shouting to him: "Zi...Zizhan! Mr. Xian! If there is an afterlife, Fu'er!" I want to be your wife! Zizhan..." Suddenly a burst of bright light woke him up from his dream. He looked around and found that he was in the prefect's mansion.
Standing by the window, looking up at the sky.
It is now Mao hour, and the full moon in the sky is still so bright.
Looking at the bright moon and recalling everything in the dream, I suddenly felt inspired and wrote an urgent letter.
In the cold season, snow keeps falling in the sky, and Pengshan Mountain is already pale.
A gray-haired old man walked in the snow, then stopped in front of a luxurious tomb surrounded by dwarf pines, and silently recited the words on the tombstone: "Jiang Chengzi" "Ten years of life and death." Boundless, unthinking, and unforgettable..." His eyes focused on this sentence: "It is expected that the heart will be broken every year...the heart is broken...the heart is broken..." The north wind whistled, and there seemed to be a slight moan in the wind and snow. Deleted and modified Polish...
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