He spared no expense to set up aliens as hostages of the monarch of Qin State. Makes when the king of Qin, in order to repay the kindness of Lv Buwei, named Lv Buwei as prime minister, become a prominent figure above ten thousand people under one person.
From a businessman to an authority of advance and retreat. North Korean officials said nothing, but they were not convinced. Lv Buwei also knows that his political expectations are so superficial that people may talk privately. He thinks that improving his reputation is the best way to convince people.
But how can foreign countries improve quickly? He can't think of any good way at the moment. Lv Buwei was very worried about it, and he called on the public to discuss it.
Some public figures suggested that Lv Buwei should go to war with all his troops, wipe out several countries and make great achievements to build his prestige. Someone immediately objected: "This method is harmful to everyone. Even if you win the battle, you won't be promoted when you come back, because there is no higher position than the prime minister.
The important thing is that the risk of war is very high, and no one can win. In case of losing the war, the result will be counterproductive. Someone said, "We know that Confucius is very learned because he wrote a book called Spring and Autumn Annals. Sun Wu became a general of the State of Wu because the King of Wu read the Art of War first. Why can't we write a book that is famous in the contemporary era and sets an example for future generations? " Lv Buwei thought this method was very good, and ordered the public to organize people to write it immediately.
Lv Buwei had 3,000 followers at that time, and soon wrote 26 volumes 160 articles entitled "Lv Chunqiu". After writing, Lv Buwei ordered the full text to be copied and posted on the gate of Xianyang, and issued a notice: "Whoever can add or subtract one article or even change one will be rewarded with 1,200 gold."
The notice has been posted for a long time, and people are afraid of Lv Buwei's power, and no one comes to ask for it. So the story of "a word is worth a thousand dollars" has been passed down to this day.
Allusion 2: In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was a man named Zhong Jun in the Liang Dynasty. He wrote a book about poetry, called Poetry.
In the book, he wrote: "Wen Wen Yi Li means sad and far away, thrilling, and can almost be described in one word." It means that a good article can't be too much or too little.
The action value of each word 1200 gold. This is a story about the end of the Warring States Period.
2. The four-line poem has been rewritten into a work. Weizhuang Taicheng, the rain is raining and the grass is raining, and the Six Dynasties are like a dream.
Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage. That spring, I lived in Taicheng. It was dark, and the rain dripped into the river, rippling everywhere and melting without a trace. It's raining obscenity, the paths along the river are red and sparse, but the countryside is full of vitality in full of green. Flowers and plants are desperately absorbing water, and they can't wait to drink it all at once. Dreams of the Five Dynasties and Six Dynasties can only be seen in dreams. I used to be prosperous, but now I can't bear to find it. Nobody told me. When I am sad, a shrill cry hovers in the air, mixed with the sound of rain, but without losing the meaning of sadness. Looking up, I was surprised to find a partridge on the buttonwood tree. The ancients had clouds, and partridges were sub-rules, and they sang in March, day and night. It's fascinating. Time flies like water, but it is disillusioned in an instant. The strike is over, and people are in a panic, and people are dead. It is a terrible sight and hurts the scenery. I just feel that I only hate my dreams, and I want to cry without tears and laugh. I really hate that I can't go back to the Six Dynasties and understand my thoughts. It's a pity that I can't cherish the time after the death. My eyes are full of gossamer and falling catkins, and the spring breeze slowly blows through countless ties. The flying catkins are misty, like flowers and snow, a beautiful state, very handsome. Observing its scenery, I feel that there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan. Among all things in the world, the golden thread of Taicheng is the most heartless, heartless and not affectionate, which reminds me of the lost Six Dynasties. When I woke up from the collapse, I woke up, but I was sad. Still like a smoke cage, still standing ten miles, still ruthless. I want to stop, but I wonder if this heartless thing is also Chiba. I feel comforted, so I want to dream of the Six Dynasties.
Write a 400-word poem with quatrains. There was a great poet named He in the Tang Dynasty. He wrote many famous poems. One day, He Zhangzhi was so bored at home that he couldn't write a poem. You know, "Poetry comes from inspiration". How to write poetry without inspiration? So he decided to go for a ride outside. He Zhangzhi unlocked the car, got into the car, fastened his seat belt, gripped the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.
He Zhangzhi drove to a stream, only to find that the tall weeping willows on the river bank were flourishing. He Zhangzhi saw such a wonderful picture, so he stopped the car and went to a big tree to look at it carefully: I saw this tall and burly willow tree different from others, like it was made of exquisite jasper; Looking up again, countless branches seem to be colorful ribbons hanging down. He had a sudden idea: Who cut off the young leaves on this willow branch? At this time, the spring breeze in February blew gently, and He Zhangzhi suddenly realized that it was the spring breeze in February, just like a clever pair of scissors. He Zhangzhi was in high spirits and drove home immediately.
When he got home, He immediately took out his pen and wrote the poem "Singing Willow" on the paper: Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestry hung down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
4. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!
5. The ancient poetry was adapted into a composition of 500 words. Lv Yan's "Shepherd Boy"
Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.
In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.
Probably a little, it can be expanded according to the foundation.
6. Rewrite The Grand Prix into a spring of small prose, a season of revival of everything; Spring, a vibrant season; Spring is a thriving season.
She came into this world like a beautiful girl. Look! The sun rises in spring, how beautiful and warm it is. The mountains and rivers under the sun are so beautiful, as if they were plated with gold and shining with dazzling luster.
The warm spring breeze also gently awakened the flowers and plants, and the flowers on the green lawn competed to open and exuded fragrance. Look! Some are red, some are yellow, some are blue, some are purple ... so beautiful! They stood upright, smiling as flowers and pure as jade in the sun, and heralded the arrival of spring to the children. Swallow is not lonely, running around for the warm nest: "Whisper, whistle, spring is coming, the mud is soft, the weather is fine, we have made a nest, whistle, whistle!" " "They have some mud here, a piece of grass and soft feathers there." Tut, tut, the nest is done, the nest is done! ""Yuanyang took advantage of this wonderful time and went to the sand in pairs to bask in the sun. While sunbathing, they sang "Woohoo, the sand is warm and wet, so it's just right to lie down."
Take a look at the sun and lie down next year! Woo hoo, woo hoo. "They slept on the soft beach and bathed in sunshine. I don't know how happy they are. They are really living immortals. No wonder they said that they would lie down in 2008! Ah! Spring! What a beautiful season, what a beautiful world it has turned the earth into.