2. Fifth grade composition An ancient poem "Qiu Si" was rewritten into a composition. Title: Rewriting the ancient poem Qiu Si (a student's work) Zhang Ji was born in poverty.
When I was a child, my family was poor and far from my hometown. By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.
On a silent night, Zhang Ji finished his dinner and sat in the small yard enjoying the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the hidden earth. He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left.
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.
How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start. The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.
When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again. He added: you should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing these, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San, and Wang San rode away. Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad.
Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
3. Imitate Qiu Si's 500-word composition. Luoyang autumn wind blows gently. At this time, the poet Zhang Ji was walking by the river, looking at the maple trees on the roadside while walking. Maple trees are all red, and from time to time, patches of fiery leaves float in. A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Ji felt chilly. The flowers on the roadside bent down and Zhang Ji tugged at his neck. He looked up and saw geese flying south in the sky, saying, Autumn is coming.
It will be August 15 in a few days. Looking at the bleak scenery, Zhang Ji remembered the scene of spending the holidays at home with relatives last year: Last Mid-Autumn Festival, I enjoyed the moon and ate moon cakes with my family. My mother is still sewing clothes for me at home, and my children play with me. My wife helps me cook porridge. I don't know what happened to my mother now. Have you ever had asthma? Has the child grown taller? How is your wife? Is the old father healthy?
My mother told me to put on more clothes when I left. My wife prepared a bag of dry food for me, and my father told me to take care of myself when I went out alone.
Zhang Ji misses his hometown so much that he is anxious to write a letter to his relatives at home. It's a long story He doesn't know where to start. The pen in his hand is as heavy as a boulder. He thought for a moment.
I just put pen to paper. The next day, the messenger came. When the messenger was about to leave, Zhang Ji shouted, "Wait." Therefore, Zhang Ji added some contents. This time, when the messenger left, Zhang Ji looked at the back of the messenger and thought, if only I could go home, Zhang Ji couldn't help crying.
He wrote a poem in Luoyang City: Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I asked the writer to write a meaningful book.
4. "Qiu Si" rewrote the composition by 500 words ["Qiu Si" rewrote the composition by 500 words] The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are yellow, and it falls with the autumn wind. The cold wind whistling in Luoyang makes people feel the bleak scene in autumn, and Qiu Si rewrote the composition of 500 words. One night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shed a faint fluorescence. Looking at my distant hometown, I ... 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 the fallen leaves. He couldn't help thinking of his parents and relatives in his hometown ... I was sitting at my desk, spreading paper and grinding ink, and was about to write a letter to my parents at home. A thousand words don't know where to start. Suddenly, in my mind, I had a happy time with my parents and a happy scene of playing with my brothers and sisters ... thinking, thinking. The emotions in his heart poured out like a spring, pouring all his thoughts into the pen and pinning them on this letter from home. When I was writing, I was deeply touched, changed and rewritten, and finally finished writing. The fifth grade composition "Qiu Si rewrote the composition in 500 words". He put the envelope neatly on the table. The next morning, I took the letter from home and hurried to find my hometown. It happened that this fellow villager was leaving for his hometown, so I quickly gave him the letter. I suddenly asked my friend to return the letter, and I checked it many times for fear of missing something in it. After I opened the envelope, I solemnly handed it to the fellow villager. A letter from home is worth a ton of gold! The fellow villager took the letter, packed it carefully and mounted the horse-the fellow villager raised his whip, but I stood there for a long time with tears in my eyes, and an autumn wind blew away his tears. Grade 5: Chen.
5. Qiu Si rewrote the composition of 500 words. The autumn wind is rustling, and the leaves are 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.
6. 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 melancholy: Yes, I have been away from home for 15 years. Are mom and dad healthy at 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.
7. Expand Qiu Si's ancient poems by 400 words. Several withered vines wrapped around several bald trees with yellow leaves, shivering in the autumn wind, and the western Western jackdaw in the sky groaned ... Writing a sad autumn scenery in Little Sa created a sad and decadent atmosphere, which set off the author's inner sadness. We can imagine that crows can still have old trees to return to, but wanderers are wandering and have difficulty returning. Next, there is a small bridge, flowing water, and a small farmhouse with faint smoke. This small rural scene of people's lives is so quiet and sweet, comfortable and carefree. All this can't help but remind wandering wanderers of the small bridges, flowing water and relatives in their hometown. Here, it is very sad to write sad feelings with music scenes, which sets off the sadness of wandering wanderers falling into another country. On the lonely ancient road, a wanderer suffering from homesickness, riding a thin horse that has not returned for a long time, strolled into the distance in the heavy twilight. At this time, the sun sets and the chilly oblique light is scattered. This is a reunion moment when birds return to their nests and cattle and sheep return home, but the wanderer is still a "reduced person at the end of the world." At this moment, at home, a wandering wanderer's heart is bleeding in the autumn wind ... I don't know if there are 400 words, add =w= by myself.
8. Qiu Si's old poem was rewritten into a composition, with 500 words passing by. In a blink of an eye, the turntable of the season turned to spring and summer again.
In the bleak autumn, I, a guest in Luoyang, stood alone at the window of the inn and looked around: the sky was high and the clouds were light, and a group of geese lined up in the word "people" and struggled to fly south, as if trying to leave this desolate place quickly. In the rotten grass, clusters of yellow wild chrysanthemums are suffocating in autumn, trembling slightly with thin bodies; The old tree was brutally stripped of its gorgeous coat by the ruthless autumn wind and stood gloomy and monotonous.
I looked at everything in front of me disappointedly, and I couldn't help thinking of my hometown, my elderly and kind parents, my brothers and sisters, and my naive children. There is an impulse that fills my body and mind-I want to see them at once, my relatives! I only hate mountains and high waters, no wings under my arms and no wind under my feet.
Desperate, I had to sit at my desk, spread out my pen and paper, and send out infinite thoughts. However, even if my mind is full of imagination and ideas, I don't know where to start.
My old white-haired mother, why are your eyes crying into sons? * * * Old father, are you still struggling to farm in the field? Osmanthus fragrans is fragrant, Jin Ju is in full bloom, and the annual Double Ninth Festival is coming. My dear friends, like me, you will definitely climb high and look far again, miss me and pray for me ... the autumn wind bursts outside the window. Fallen leaves return to their roots, endless autumn wind! Can you bring my endless Qiu Si to my distant relatives?