At dusk, a crow was on an old tree with dead vines, and returned to its nest at dusk. The flying sand rolled over the town. A figure appeared at the end of the ancient road in the town, leading a hungry and tired thin horse. No, you shouldn't say that. It should be said that the thin horse led him. He was forced by his family to wander outside. His eyes have long lost the light of the past, replaced by confusion and hesitation. The river is sparkling in the sunset, and the cabins of several families are small but particularly warm. Then he thought of that home, that big house; Thought of food, a table of delicious food; I will still think of my mother ... when I think of my mother, his long-lost tears cross my face.
He didn't want to think, and he didn't dare to think.
He was tired and fell on this end of the bridge; He is sleepy. He wants to sleep for a while, just for a while. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, so calm and serene, with a smile on his lips.
The wind came and flew back to the home he dreamed of going back every night with his soul.
2. The fifth-grade ancient poem Qiu Si was rewritten into the narrative Qiu Si. Zhang Ji was born in Luoyang to watch the autumn wind. He wants to write a meaningful book. Fear of fear is endless, and pedestrians are about to open it. Autumn has come, the leaves have fallen, and the whistling wind is blowing his face. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gradually round moon also disappoints Zhang Ji: Yes, it is 65438+ to leave home. Are brothers and sisters happy? Anhui's hometown is thousands of miles away from Luoyang, so it is not realistic to go back. Boss Zhang next door is a fellow villager. Yesterday, he told Zhang Ji that he would go back to his hometown to buy goods and bring him some light things, such as letters. Zhang Ji was very happy when he heard the news. He immediately began to write letters. But when he started to write "How are you, my parents?" He found a thousand words and didn't know where to start. Review his 15 years. Now he is just an ordinary civil servant with a low salary. He felt a little guilty for not being filial to his parents or contributing to family building. His brothers and sisters also worried him. Especially his sister, who was only 3 years old when Zhang Ji left, should be a slim girl now. How I want to see her! And eldest brother, for my younger brother to study and get married at the age of 25. Now he should be the father of several children, right? And ... this letter took a whole night to write seven major articles. Then it was folded and sealed. Benedict is the boss who knocks at the door. "Brother, have you finished? My brother is leaving, so I came to see you. Is there anything to bring? " Zhang Ji quickly took out the letter and handed it to boss Zhang. Boss Zhang put the letter in his chest pocket, clenched his fist and turned away. Zhang Ji suddenly shouted, "Brother Zhang, wait a little longer, and I'll read the letter again." Zhang Ji opened the sealed letter, looked at it carefully and drew a few more strokes. Only then did I give the letter to boss Zhang: "Brother, please." Boss Zhang put the letter in again.
3. Rewrite Qiu Si's ancient poems into a story. About 500 words. In the autumn evening, the poet Zhang Ji had nothing to do after supper and came to his friend's door. He went up and knocked on the door several times, and an extremely boy poked his head out: "Who are you looking for?" Zhang Ji quickly said, "Excuse me, is your master at home?" "Unfortunately, master went back to his hometown to see relatives yesterday and won't be back until next month. Please go back. " After that, extremely closed the door, leaving Zhang Ji standing alone in front of the door. A cold autumn wind blew, bringing chills. Zhang Ji turned around and suddenly heard a child calling, "Mom, look, goose!" " The poet looked up and saw a flock of geese flying across the sky. Zhang Ji couldn't help thinking that he lived in Luoyang and never came back all the year round. Goose will come back next year. When can he go back to his hometown? At this time, there was no one in the street, only the rustling of leaves in the wind. The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, and the lotus in the pond had long since disappeared. At this time, insects are singing and birds are singing. When he got home, it suddenly occurred to Zhang Ji that although he could not return to his hometown, he could write a letter. However, he mentioned a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start. In the poet's mind, the scene of parting keeps emerging. When I left my mother, I left without looking back, but I didn't know when I would see her again ... The poet felt tears in his eyes when he thought of this. At that time, all the feelings poured out like spring water, and the poet contained all his thoughts in these paragraphs. Finally, I wrote the letter, and Zhang Ji carefully read it dozens of times, for fear that my homesickness could not be fully expressed. At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of hitting people. In the morning, the poet got up early and waited at the door with a letter. I don't know when, the sound of hooves came from the corner. "Come, come!" The poet was very excited. I saw the boy who delivered the letter jump off his horse and took the letter and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely send it!" " "Say that finish, I was about to get on the horse when I suddenly heard a shout from behind:" Please stay! " He quickly turned around and asked, "What happened to the old man?" "I ... I want to read this letter again." The young man hesitated and handed it to the poet. The poet quickly opened the letter, examined it carefully, and then sealed it for the young man. The young man got on his horse and left with a whip. The poet stood there with tears in his eyes ... The autumn wind blew away his tears, drop by drop.
4. Letters from Home adapted Qiu Si's poem into a composition, and urgently rewritten the ancient poem Qiu Si. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book about Wan Li. There is no fear in the hurry, and pedestrians are coming to Kaifeng. I have lived in Luoyang for three or four years, and my family is white-haired. What do I know? Are you still alive? Makes me feel uneasy. 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, is there frost?" Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. " I shed tears involuntarily. These tears are homesick tears. Just then, suddenly the leaves on the tree fell, and the autumn wind rolled them up again. Hey ... I came to the study and wanted to write a letter. There are too many things 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. The hurried figure rode to the door of the post office. "oh! So you are a messenger. " He said, "Yes." I handed him the letter carefully. When he was leaving, I picked it up again to see if I had forgotten anything, and then I took the envelope 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. I looked at him in the distance.
I like hot summer, but I prefer autumn with a lot of fruit. Autumn is coming, and autumn is getting stronger and stronger. Do you know where autumn scenery will be more beautiful? Tell you, that's the hometown of the farmer's uncle-the countryside. Autumn has come, and the countryside has put on new clothes under the blowing of autumn wind. Walking into the orchard in autumn, a refreshing fragrance came to my face. Look, the apple is wearing a new red dress, which really looks like a fat doll's face. It opens its leaves, like people reporting good news of maturity! Pears in Huang Chengcheng hang on trees one by one, like small yellow lanterns. Look, the big red dates on the mountain are quietly covered with red coats. Looking down from a height, the mountains and plains are dark red, which really deserves to be "all over the mountains and plains"! It is better than maple leaves in autumn and clouds in the morning and evening. Come on, come on, look at those big, purple grapes. They are all covered with grape racks. In autumn, when we walk into the harvested fields, we plant golden corn, and the red tassels on the top of the corn are like handsome corn braids. Look, the corn's belly is bulging, probably because it's been noisy all summer. Green leaves cover its face and may be afraid of us. You see, sorghum blushes when it comes to autumn. It is also possible that the farmer's uncle gave him too much "beer" and drank his face red. Walking into the autumn garden, chrysanthemums are really lively! Look at the green leaves, which set off the petals, red, yellow, orange, purple ... colorful. You see that string of red flowers is like a pile of burning flames, and some white chrysanthemums are like exquisite handicrafts pecked out by ivory. The flowers are huge, pure and beautiful, embedded around the string of red flowers, red and white set each other off, which makes each other interesting ... Autumn is like a beautiful picture. I like this beautiful autumn, don't I? .
6. The fifth-grade ancient poem Qiu Si was rewritten into the narrative Qiu Si. Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang, and he wanted a writer to write a book.
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. Autumn has come, leaves are falling and the whistling wind is blowing.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gradually round moon also makes Zhang Ji melancholy: Yes, she has been away from home for 15 years. Is the old father and mother at home healthy? Are brothers and sisters happy? Anhui's hometown is thousands of miles away from Luoyang, so it is not realistic to go back. Boss Zhang and his fellow villagers are next door. Yesterday, he told Zhang Ji that he would go back to his hometown to buy goods. By the way, he will go home and see if he can help him with some light things like letters.
Zhang Ji was very happy to hear the news. Start writing letters at once.
But when I first started writing "How are you, Mom and Dad?", I found that I didn't know where to start with a thousand words. Looking back on my hard work in Luoyang 15 years, I am just an ordinary civil servant with a low salary. I feel a little guilty for not being filial to my parents or contributing to family building.
Brothers and sisters also worried him. Especially my little sister, who was only 3 years old when Zhang Ji left, should be a slim girl now. How I want to see her! And eldest brother, for my younger brother to study and get married at the age of 25. Now he should be the father of several children, right? And ..... This letter took a whole night and wrote seven articles.
Then fold it and seal it. "DuDu", it's boss Zhang knocking at the door.
"Brother, have you written? My brother is leaving, so I came to see you. Is there anything to bring? " Zhang Ji quickly took out the letter and handed it to boss Zhang.
Boss Zhang put the letter in his chest pocket, waved his fist and turned to leave. Zhang Ji suddenly shouted, "Brother Zhang, wait a little longer, and I'll read it again."
Zhang Ji opened the sealed letter, looked at it carefully and added a few more strokes. Only then did I give the letter to boss Zhang: "Big Brother, please."
Boss Zhang put the letter in his chest pocket again, said, "Brother, I'm leaving", turned and strode home. In the early morning mist, I watched boss Zhang go away.
7. The first volume of the fifth-grade ancient poem "Qiu Si" is written on the composition topic: Autumn wind and autumn rain. Autumn evil poet Zhang Ji 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.
8. I want to rewrite the ancient poem "Autumn Poetry" into a 300-word composition. I climbed to the top of the mountain.
It's autumn, and the weather is getting colder and colder. However, walking in the mountains is not a chill. Golden sunshine filled the mountains, birds chirped in my ears, and my heart was filled with joy. Trees have been burned all their lives and dyed mountains before winter comes. The red of maple, the yellow of birch, the brown of oak, the golden brown of ginkgo and the scarlet of tallow compete with each other. What a vibrant scene! In this gorgeous tone, mixed with the green posture of evergreen trees, rippling purple shadows, lively and serene. This gorgeous scenery made me slow down and appreciate it carefully.
Before I knew it, I had reached the top of the mountain. Looking back, I feel the heroism of "all other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". . Looking up, one step closer to the sky. Wan Li is clear, blue as a shower, with only a little cloud, as thin as cicada's wings and as light as white practice. The sky is particularly blue against the background. My heart also floats and flies freely with the falling clouds.
A clear and crisp crane chimes interrupted my meditation. I saw a white crane flying in Lingyun. It stretched out its slender and elegant neck and sang loudly. Although lonely, it is chic and elegant, with extraordinary momentum, galloping above the blue sky. My heart is full of poetry, accompanied by crane shadows, rising into the sky!
Since ancient times, people have thought that autumn is a symbol of sadness and melancholy. However, on the top of this mountain, I look at the colorful mountains, the blue sky and the white cranes soaring in the sky, and I can't help but be full of pride: this beautiful and unrestrained autumn is even better than spring!
9. I want to rewrite the ancient poem "Autumn Poetry" into a 300-word composition. I climbed to the top of the mountain.
It's autumn, and the weather is getting colder and colder. However, walking in the mountains is not a chill. Golden sunshine filled the mountains, birds chirped in my ears, and my heart was filled with joy.
Trees have been burned all their lives and dyed mountains before winter comes. The red of maple, the yellow of birch, the brown of oak, the golden brown of ginkgo and the scarlet of tallow compete with each other. What a vibrant scene! In this gorgeous tone, mixed with the green posture of evergreen trees, rippling purple shadows, lively and serene.
This gorgeous scenery made me slow down and appreciate it carefully. Before I knew it, I had reached the top of the mountain.
Looking back, I feel the heroism of "all other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". . Looking up, one step closer to the sky.
Wan Li is clear, blue as a shower, with only a little cloud, as thin as cicada's wings and as light as white practice. The sky is particularly blue against the background. My heart also floats and flies freely with the falling clouds.
A clear and crisp crane chimes interrupted my meditation. I saw a white crane flying in Lingyun. It stretched out its slender and elegant neck and sang loudly.
Although lonely, it is chic and elegant, with extraordinary momentum, galloping above the blue sky. My heart is full of poetry, accompanied by crane shadows, rising into the sky! Since ancient times, people have thought that autumn is a symbol of sadness and melancholy.
However, on the top of this mountain, I looked at the colorful mountains, the blue sky and the white cranes soaring in the sky, and I was filled with pride: this beautiful and unrestrained autumn is even better than spring.