Yang Wanli adapted an ancient poem into a short essay and sat on the boat to enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring. When the boat sailed to the riverside of Anren, he saw some soft willows, which made Yang Wanli feel particularly comfortable.
Inadvertently, Yang Wanli saw two innocent and lovely children sitting in a boat. They ran and jumped on the boat, and then helped the east anchors in Shanghai and Yunnan put away the bamboo poles and paddles. Yang Wanli felt very strange. Two children opened their umbrellas, but it did not rain. Yang Wanli stepped forward and asked, "Why did you take an umbrella?" "The two children said naughtily," We want the wind to blow the umbrella and let the boat go forward! Yang Wanli finally understood the intention of the two children. Yang Wanli thought: They are too clever to think of this method.
The naughty and naive appearance of these two children lingered in Yang Wanli's heart for a long time.
3. How to rewrite ancient poems into articles? The ideological content of ancient poetry is basically unchanged, but the form of ancient poetry is changed into vernacular, the structure is changed and the language is reorganized.
Poetry:
Qingpingle country house
Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Rewrite the article:
In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut. Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight.
A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river. There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down. White inside and pink inside, like a shy girl with a veil on her face. There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers.
There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time!
The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused. The youngest son, not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute!
What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated, just standing there, unwilling to leave for a long time …
Extended data:
Override method:
1, change the style: the ideological content of the original is basically unchanged, and most of them just focus on changing the form of the original. For example, ancient poems are rewritten into words, poems are rewritten into narratives, and narratives are rewritten into expository texts; This novel has been adapted into a play.
2. Change the style: change the classical Chinese into vernacular Chinese; Change the structure, change the sequence of flashbacks, and reorganize the material;
3. Change the person: the first person is changed to the third person, and the third person is changed to the first person.
4. Change the sentence pattern: enlarge the sentence. Abbreviations, etc.
References:
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4. The adaptation of ancient poetry into composition is probably the scene of ancient poetry. Let me give you an example.
Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, shall I ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
5. Change the ancient poem into a short essay "The Shepherd Boy" (rewrite the ancient poem)
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.
Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!
6. "Qiantang River Spring Tour" needs to be expanded urgently.
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Spring really came, the sun shone on me warmly, and I stretched myself. It's time to go out for activities.
Yes
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Boarding loneliness
Mountain, a cool breeze blows, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vitality of spring. These trees shade each other.
"To compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light." Looking around, the West Lake is so far away.
Wide and empty. The water waves are like a mirage, visible from the light, hidden from time to time. Sit in a remote mountain temple and rest.
Have a rest, have a good Longjing tea and feel refreshed.
Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake.
Like, lingering, delicate and charming gently floating away. In the distance, a few early songbirds chirped.
Go, stop in the tree, fly again, as if fighting for territory, and the birds that fight for good territory stop in the high tree.
I sang happily, and the song was melodious and filled the valleys and lakes. Swallows also fly from the farther south.
Yes, he built his own house under the eaves with mud in his mouth.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass grows out of the ground, flowers
The children are competing to bloom. Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. a party
Our butterflies look relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers and catching fans.
Hide, rest on the petals when you are tired, and then flap your wings and get into another flower. Huaer line
I was fascinated by this brilliance. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing.
The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green pendants on Bai Causeway.
Willow branches and leaves stretch in the breeze, and willow branches are fluttering; The green grass in the patches of green land also lies quietly.
Look at that. What an elegant and quiet scenery.
"Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage. On the pine row, there are mountains and mountains, and there are waves at the moon.
As described in this poem, the West Lake is picturesque and picturesque. Oh, West Lake, it's your song that makes me.
Intoxicated poetry, you are a painting that fascinates me, and you are a song that I will never forget.
7. Rewrite the ancient poem Qiu Si into a composition. Autumn is coming, the leaves are falling, and the whistling wind is blowing. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gradually full moon makes Zhang Ji depressed: Yes, she has been away from home for 15 years. Are her parents 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 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.
8. How about rewriting an ancient poem into a composition in the examination room? I don't know if this parent wants to take the college entrance examination or the senior high school entrance examination. If you want to use poetry, it is best to use famous sentences in poetry and the background or allusions of poetry as examples. If you insist on rewriting, it will be a little more difficult. If you take the senior high school entrance examination, I personally suggest that the topic composition should be in this form. Even if you make up stories, you should connect with life. Don't let the wild horse of thought gallop at will =! Or use poetry as a clue to write, and if necessary, appropriately modify one or two words in the poem (use another word or something). This form of clue will be very popular if it is used well. But no matter what the exam is, the most important thing is the word, which directly affects the mood of the marking teacher and the score of the composition, and then the topic will be deducted at the beginning. If possible, you should point to the topic everywhere to make the article more compact. But the topic at the beginning is the most important.