The annual autumn wind blows into Luoyang City, urging me to write a letter to my family and communicate with my relatives. When the messenger was leaving, I opened the sealed envelope again and quickly added a few more words, but I was in a hurry. The following is my adaptation of Zhang Ji's Qiu Si:
Autumn has come quietly.
Autumn in Luoyang makes me feel sad. The yellow leaves on the tree whirled, and in a short time, they lay quietly on the ground. The autumn rain continued, and the chilly rain hit my face. At this time, I am in a foreign land, but my heart is homesick.
"Is everything all right at home? Will there be an economic shortage? How are your parents, wife and children? Maybe they blame me for being unfilial? ..... "In my mind, I may be homesick. I keep asking myself.
The yellow leaves outside the window are like butterflies and pieces of paper, which makes me want to write home. So I prepared a pen and paper. However, I want to write, but I feel that there are too many words in my heart. That night, I stayed up all night. ...
The next day, a fellow villager happened to pass by the house. I quickly opened the door and said, "Big Brother, please." "What words, one of our own, what's the matter, say it!" "I have a letter here, and I want you to take it home for me." I said, and handed the letter over. "Ok, I will definitely send it." When the fellow villagers finished speaking, they mounted their horses and said goodbye to me. "Goodbye, big brother-hey, wait, can you show me what's left?" "ok!" He unloaded his baggage and returned the letter to me. I read it again, thought it was almost enough, so I showed it to him again. He asked me what I needed, but I couldn't tell what I had forgotten. I shook my head and watched my fellow villagers carefully put the envelope into the bag.
The fellow villagers are rushing to the whip. I watched the horses disappear in the autumn leaves and sighed, "Ah … Let those yellow leaves turn into stamps and take away my homesickness …"
2. Rewrite Qiu Si into a 350-word short story, and take Purple B as Zhang Ji. Once upon a time, there was a poet named Zhang Ji. In a bleak autumn, Zhang Ji saw the leaves turn yellow and was ruthlessly blown away by the rustling autumn wind. Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, witnessed this bleak scene and couldn't help thinking of his beautiful hometown and relatives. He wants to write a letter to his family. When I was ready to put pen to paper, my heart was full of sadness. Far from home, how much I want to say and write! How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time? Take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought and thought, and finally set out to write a book, telling the story of his leaving his family and his heart.
The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time. He carefully wrapped the envelope and told the messenger to give it to his family intact. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully for fear of missing a word.
The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Looking at it, I couldn't help but burst into tears and wrote: "
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again. "
The paper is full of tears. ...
Qiu Si needs 350 words to rewrite a short story. After living in Luoyang for three or four years, my hair turned white. What about my family? Are you still alive? Makes me nervous.
At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a long faint light. I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown. It's really "moonlight in front of the window, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. " I can't help crying. These tears are homesick tears. At this time, suddenly the leaves on the tree fell down and the autumn wind rolled them up again. hey ...
I came to the study and wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start. I have so much to say ... after a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.
Early in the morning, I packed the envelope and tied it with fine silk. Hurried figure riding a horse ran to the door of the post, "oh! So you are a messenger. " He said, "Yes." I handed him the letter carefully, and when he was leaving, I picked it up again to see if I had forgotten anything, and gave it to the person who was leaving. I told the messenger to be careful on the road and be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I am still here, and it will be two or three years before I can go back.
Watching him go away, hot tears blurred my eyes. ...
Qiu Si's poem written by Zhang Ji was compiled into a story. On a lonely night, after dinner, Zhang Ji sat in his small yard and enjoyed the bright moonlight. It hangs in the sky, which really adds to his watch's secret earth. Suddenly, an autumn wind blew, and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to the house and find a cotton-padded jacket sewn for him when his mother left and put it in the closet.
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.
The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San. Wang San was preparing. When he left, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and wrote: You should live happily every day, and don't be unhappy about a little thing. After writing these Zhang Ji, he gave the letter to Wang San, who rode away at a gallop.
Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad. I am glad that I can write to my mother, but I am sad that I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
The leaves turned yellow and were ruthlessly blown away by the rustling autumn wind Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, witnessed this bleak scene and couldn't help thinking of his hometown.
He wants to write a letter to his family. When I was ready to put pen to paper, my heart was full of sadness.
Far from home, how much I want to say and write! How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time? Take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought and thought, and finally set out to write a book, telling the story of his leaving his family and his heart. The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time.
He carefully wrapped the envelope and told the messenger to give it to his family intact. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully for fear of missing a word.
The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Later, Zhang Ji wrote this famous poem "Qiu Si", which has been passed down through the ages.
5. Adapting Qiu Si as a work 1. After living in Luoyang for three or four years, my hair turned white. What about my family? Are you still alive? Makes me nervous.
At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a long faint light. I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown. It's really "moonlight in front of the window, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. "
I can't help crying. These tears are homesick tears.
At this time, suddenly the leaves on the tree fell down and the autumn wind rolled them up again. Alas ... I came to the study and wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start. I have so much to say ... after a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.
Early in the morning, I packed the envelope and tied it with fine silk. Hurried figure riding a horse ran to the door of the post, "oh! So you are a messenger. "
He said, "Yes." I handed him the letter carefully, and when he was leaving, I picked it up again to see if I had forgotten anything, and gave it to the person who was leaving.
I told the messenger to be careful on the road and be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I am still here, and it will be two or three years before I can go back.
Watching him go away, tears blurred my eyes ... 2. The leaves turned yellow and were ruthlessly blown away by the rustling autumn wind. Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, witnessed this bleak scene and couldn't help thinking of his hometown.
He wants to write a letter to his family. When I was ready to put pen to paper, my heart was full of sadness.
Far from home, how much I want to say and write! How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time? Take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought and thought, and finally set out to write a book, telling the story of his leaving his family and his heart. The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time.
He carefully wrapped the envelope and told the messenger to give it to his family intact. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully for fear of missing a word.
The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Later, Zhang Ji wrote this famous poem "Qiu Si", which has been passed down through the ages.
6. Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story of not less than 350 words. Zhang Ji, a A Qiu Si poet, left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.
Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory. Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less.
Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it." * * * 356 words.
If you want to write well, choose the second article. Title: Zhang Ji, an evil poet in autumn wind and autumn rain, left his hometown and traveled to Luoyang city.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, making people feel that the world is extremely bleak. Zhang Ji can't help but feel a surge of thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people ... Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents.
It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety.
There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory. Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less.
Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time! Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout and pour out his wishes.
7. Zhang Ji's poem "Qiu Si" was rewritten into a 400-word article I.
In Luoyang, the autumn wind rises again, and there lived a poet-Zhang Ji in Luoyang. He has a lot of things to do every day, but he misses his hometown very much, but he has no time to write to his family. These days, people in Luoyang are saying, "Why hasn't my son written yet?" ! ""Yes, my relatives didn't give any news either. "... seeing people talking about their hometown and their relatives, Zhang Ji couldn't help missing his relatives, so he took out his pen, paper and ink. Just after writing the beginning of the letter, he wanted to write it down, when someone came to inform him that the biggest official in Luoyang had come to see him and asked him to write a poem as soon as possible to show his feelings of missing his hometown. Zhang Ji has been thinking about writing home and sending it as soon as possible. So I went to Tang Daguan's house and asked Tang Daguan to write a poem after he finished writing.
Tang Guan reluctantly agreed, but said impatiently, "If you want to hurry, I will give you half a stick of incense and write your home well." Zhang Ji immediately agreed, and then hurried home. He picked up a pen and wrote down his worries in Luoyang and his thoughts about his hometown on the stationery. After sealing the letter in a hurry, he felt that there were still many things left unclear. Before the messenger set out, he stopped people, opened the letter and added some contents.
Finally, the poem written by Zhang Ji to Tang Daguan was written by Qiu Si.
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
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I have lived in Luoyang for three or four years, and my hair is white. What about my family? Are you still alive? Makes me nervous.
At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a long faint light. I can't help thinking of my relatives in my hometown. It's really "moonlight in front of the window, will it have frosted?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. " I can't help crying. These tears are homesick tears. At this time, suddenly the leaves on the tree fell down and the autumn wind rolled them up again. hey ...
I came to the study and wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start. I have so much to say ... after a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.
Early in the morning, I packed the envelope and tied it with fine silk. Hurried figure riding a horse ran to the door of the post, "oh! So you are a messenger. " He said, "Yes." I handed him the letter carefully, and when he was leaving, I picked it up again to see if I had forgotten anything, and gave it to the person who was leaving. I told the messenger to be careful on the road and be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I am still here, and it will be two or three years before I can go back.
Watching him go away, hot tears blurred my eyes. ...
8. Ask for a short story of 350~400 words rewritten by Qiu Si. Qiu Si poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.
Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory. Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less.
Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it." * * * 356 words.
If you want to write well, choose the second article. Title: Zhang Ji, an evil poet in autumn wind and autumn rain, left his hometown and traveled to Luoyang city.
Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the leaves are yellow and have fallen. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, making people feel that the world is extremely bleak. Zhang Ji can't help but feel a surge of thoughts. He misses his hometown and those people ... Zhang Ji wants to visit relatives and friends in person and go back to his hometown to visit his parents.
It's a pity that I have no choice but to meet someone who is about to return to China and needs to be an official. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow countryman who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter home and entrust the fellow countryman to give it to his parents to show his filial piety.
There is a sweet greeting in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, happiness is like the East China Sea", but I only complain too much for the folks. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory. Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less.
Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.
In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, and the locked brow just took care of his lack of thought. How much he wants to return to China at this time! Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to shout and pour out his wishes.
9. Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story of about 400 words. Autumn wind rustling, leaves yellow, falling with the autumn wind. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, making people feel the bleak scene of autumn.
One night, Zhang Ji came to the window, and a bright moon shed faint fluorescence. Looking at his distant hometown, he was homesick. He picked up a fallen leaf that fell in front of the window and studied it carefully. His thoughts drifted to his distant hometown with fallen leaves, and he couldn't help thinking of his parents and relatives in his hometown.
Zhang Ji was born in a poor family. He studied hard since he was a child. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he left his hometown. By the age of twenty-five, he had already experienced the life of wandering in a foreign land. For more than ten years, although he has lived in a different place, has no friends and feels lonely from time to time, he does not miss his hometown and relatives.
He sat at the table, spreading paper and grinding ink, and was about to write a letter to his parents at home. A thousand words don't know where to start. Suddenly, his mind appeared a happy childhood with his parents, a happy scene of playing with his younger brother and sister, and a scene of parting from his parents ... Thinking about it, he couldn't help but burst into tears. In an instant, the emotions in his heart poured out like spring water, pouring all his thoughts into his pen. He put the envelope neatly on the table. It was nearly midnight at this time. He turned off the light and went to bed. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
The next morning, Zhang Ji took a letter from home and quickly found a friend and asked him to take a message home. When he passed the big tree, it happened that the friend was about to leave for home, so he quickly gave the letter to his friend. Suddenly, he asked his friend to reply to the letter again for fear of missing something. He checked it many times, opened the envelope and solemnly handed it to his friend. A piece of information at home is worth a ton of gold!
My friend took the letter, packed it carefully, and got on the horse. "Ride-"My friend raised his whip, but stood there for a long time with tears in his eyes. An autumn wind blew away his tears.
10. About 400 words have been rewritten in Qiu Si. Autumn has come, the leaves are yellow, the grass is withered, and the cool autumn wind is blowing. On this day, Zhang Ji came out for a walk, saw all this, and knew that autumn had come to Luoyang City with a light pace, calling on people who went out to work to go home and have a look.
A homesickness and a desire to go home flooded Zhang Ji's mind. However, he is too busy to know when he can go home, so he intends to turn this yearning into a letter from home and send it to his parents at home. Zhang Ji has so much to say to his parents that it seems that he can't finish it for three days and nights. Looking at his excited eyes reveals his yearning for his hometown, like a vast universe, which will never be finished. Looking at his trembling hand holding a pen, I know he wants to express a lot. But when I picked up the pen, I felt that I couldn't write a thousand words.
Tomorrow, the messenger for Zhang Ji will leave. Zhang Ji wrote a letter overnight and sighed at the same time, regretting that he could not say hello to his parents in person. I am afraid that writing in such a hurry can't express my strong yearning for my hometown and my parents. In this way, I changed my writing and finally finished writing the letter.
The next day, early in the morning, the messenger will leave. Zhang Ji handed the written letter to the messenger, watched him turn away and looked at his back. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he remembered something. He shouted "wait a minute, wait a minute" and strode to catch up with the messenger and asked for the letter back. He hurriedly tore open the envelope, took out the letter, and filled in the homesickness he had just remembered, for fear of leaving something behind. ...
Zhang Ji's strong homesickness is really touching.