Rewrite 1 of "Autumn Thoughts"
It is late autumn in the dusky sky. When the autumn wind blows, the north wind howls... In the distance, there are sticks that look like walking sticks and look old. The vines were coiling around the old dry tree like snakes. "Whoa-whoa-" Where did the cry come from? Oh, it turned out that there was a row of crows standing densely on that slender branch. The rows of crows were large and small, but their crystal feathers were like shining black gems, flashing there.
Riding my scrawny horse on the swaying ancient wooden bridge, the sound of flowing water from the clear spring floated into my ears. In the river, fish and shrimps are swimming and playing, but I am not as good as a fish and shrimp. Smoke from the houses not far away is curling up, and bursts of heat are rising from the chimneys, disappearing into the dim sky with the autumn wind. Unknowingly, the sun gradually faded away and set in the west. The yellowish sunset slanted on the earth, highlighting the indifference...
I envy those who have a warm home, but I... this I have been wandering for three years, wandering and traveling. I don’t know how long I will ride on this scrawny horse again... Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 2
Autumn is here, and the city of Luoyang is full of fruits, and the sky is full of fruits. How bright! gusts of autumn wind blew over people's faces, making them chilly. The geese lined up in the sky and flew to the south.
The cool autumn wind passed over the face of Zhang Ji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. He exclaimed in admiration: "The wild geese have flown south. When can I return to my hometown?"
< p> Zhang Ji burst into tears when he thought that he had not been home for several years, and even the appearance of his relatives became blurry. Decided to write a letter to greet my parents. He took out a pen and paper and told his parents about himself. He was doing well and asked them not to worry about him. Make sure you take care of yourself and I will definitely be back. There are so many things I want to express, but I'm afraid I'm missing a few words.After the letter was written, the postman came and took Zhang Ji’s letter to the person who was waiting for him at the street door. When the postman was about to leave, he was afraid that the letter he had written in a hurry could not express all the meaning, so he opened the sealed letter and checked it.
When the messenger walked further and further away, Zhang Jicai reluctantly left. Rewrite 3 of "Autumn Thoughts"
The sun sets on the top of the mountain, and the fiery red sunset engulfs the whole world. Seeing that the night is about to spread, beside the road, there is an old tree that is about to wither, with a few entangled trees. Withered vines. But all this did not affect the neighboring families at all.
The light added a bit of tranquility to the small thatched cottage. A family of three sat happily in the cottage. Although the food was not sumptuous, it made the family smile from ear to ear. There was a burst of laughter in the cottage. The fragrance of the food comes, wisps of smoke float on the roof, and bursts of laughter come from time to time in the house. How harmonious! How warm! What a happy family! I really envy them.
But the outside of the house is completely different from the inside. The autumn wind outside is bleak, and from time to time there are strange cries of crows... Hey, even the crows have returned to their nests, but I am walking on the desolate ancient road, which is bone-chilling. The cold wind added a bit of desolation and gloom to the already depressed path. At this time, I was already hungry, heartbroken, and about to reach the edge of despair. The old horse I was holding was already skinny and could not cheer up. I raised my head and looked at the gray sky, but what could I do if I was penniless? There is only wandering, there is only helplessness, there is only loneliness. On this desolate ancient road, what else is left besides wandering?
I don’t know where my home is, let alone where to go. No matter how the sun sets on the top of the mountain, the crescent moon shyly pokes its head out from the top of the mountain, the night covers the sky, and my figure gradually fades away. In the ruthless dark night... Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 4
On an autumn evening, the sun set on the hillside, spreading its last ray of light on the horizon. The rays of light shone on a towering old tree with dead vines, and also on the perching crow. The shadow of the tree was long, and the ancient vines hung there silently. , there is no life activity at all, and it is not clear whether there is any breath of life.
Not far away, a small winding bridge lay across a crystal clear stream. The water flowed slowly without any noise. Next to the bridge, there are several simple small houses made of broken bricks and tiles. Some are just thatched houses, which are really dilapidated. The bricks and tiles on some houses have fallen off, and when it rains heavily, the house will leak continuously. Looking at these families living with running water, my eyes became wet. Beside, a group of farm children were playing, a lively scene. Looking at it, I couldn't help but think of the hometown I had missed for a long time: at that time, my parents cared for me and nurtured me every day, and how good they were to me. Those warm pictures flashed through my mind one after another. ah! home!
A gust of west wind blew by. I was walking on the ancient road with rugged rocks. The trees on both sides were rustling. The sun had sunk into the mountains, dragging my back so long and wide... …
Ah! The hometown I miss day and night, when can I return to you and find that warmth! Rewrite 5 of "Autumn Thoughts"
A rustling autumn wind blew in the city of Luoyang, and I had been wandering alone for decades.
At this time, it coincided with the Anshi Rebellion and civil unrest. I was thinking to myself: How is my family? Where will it be now? How are they doing? In order to contact my family as soon as possible and relieve my decades of homesickness. So, I took out a pen and paper and wrote quickly, and the emotions accumulated in my heart surged out like a flood. Decades of longing have as much content to express as sand. I wrote and wrote day and night, one page, two pages, three pages... In the end, I wrote dozens of pages, and finally I wrote this. The "very important" letter has been written.
Early the next morning, the messenger was about to set off on his way. I always felt that there was still a lot missing, so I hurriedly stopped the person who sent the letter and said, "I want to write a little more." I took the letter back from the person who sent the letter, and the person who sent the letter smiled and nodded to express his understanding.
I hurriedly took out a few pages of letter paper, and hurriedly added a few more pages. I breathed a sigh of relief: now I finally put away all my longing for my family and my attachment to my hometown. Speak out.
Hey, I finally finished saying that pile of words. I pushed the sealed envelope into the hand of the sender and waved my hand: "Sender, you can leave at any time! I hope you will arrive soon. Bring my thoughts with you! "Facing the autumn wind, I watched the messenger disappear into the distance... Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 6
Autumn is a very beautiful season, maybe some people will too. Think she is very sad. Because in this season, what we see more is the mountains full of withered yellow leaves and the too much sorrow of separation.
Although autumn has passed, it has left too many memories for me
In the autumn, I had just entered junior high school, and there were still too many memories. I can’t take the memories with me. I can’t think about it and don’t want to think that it’s already autumn. When I was young, I remember making an agreement with my classmates, that is, if they are still in the same class when they enter junior high school this fall, then the two of them must do their best to help the other person. I made so many memories in the fall of that year. At that time, I always thought that my teachers were not good and were always against me, but now I somehow think that they are the best teachers in the world. I wonder if this is the experience of many people? Maybe when we say goodbye. There were too many injuries, and it was in the autumn of that year that I seemed to understand everything. Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 7
In the bleak autumn, the cold wind blew, everything was so quiet in the city of Luoyang.
A withered yellow leaf fell into the soil. Zhang Ji sat in front of the window, watching the scene in front of him, with infinite longing for his relatives and hometown welling up in his heart.
Zhang Ji looked at the scenery for a while, paused again, found pen and paper from the study, sharpened the ink, picked up the pen, and wanted to write a letter to his relatives in his hometown. Zhang Ji thought while writing, how great it would be if he could go home! I can't wait to write down all my inner thoughts and express them to my relatives in my hometown who miss him as much. At this time, a group of swan geese flew across the sky, and they screamed very sadly.
He wrote faster, and when he picked up the pen and put it back, he showed his longing for his relatives. But there were so many things that Zhang Ji wanted to say to his relatives in his hometown, and he couldn't finish them. The cool breeze made him feel the pain in his heart. In the rustling wind, dead leaves fell one after another. When he looked at it, he couldn't help but feel even more sad.
In the autumn wind, he walked step by step towards the messenger. As soon as he handed it over to him, he felt that something was missing. I took the letter back, added a few more words, and returned it to the sender. As soon as the messenger took a few steps, he remembered something again, ran to collect the envelope, wrote another whole page, and handed it to the messenger.
Watching the messenger leave, Zhang Ji stood in the cold wind for a long time, missing his relatives far away. The last leaf on the tree also fell lonely in front of him... Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 8
The autumn breeze is blowing, and autumn has arrived in Luoyang City. The autumn wind blows and leaves fall one after another. When pedestrians step on them, they will make a "rustle" sound. The wild geese begin to fly back to the south in a "one" shape; standing on the edge of the rice field and looking around, large tracts of "gold" are displayed in front of you.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ji has left his hometown of Anhui for five years. Due to the long journey, I have not returned to my hometown even once in the past five years. At this time, he thought of his relatives in his hometown and wrote a letter. How is father's rheumatism? How is mother's health? Is the children's work going well? How are the grandchildren doing with their studies? I wrote and wrote, and I have already written a thick stack. By this time, he had fallen asleep.
At dawn, the neighbor ran to Zhang Ji’s house and asked Zhang Ji to get up quickly. A government official wants to go on a business trip to your hometown. When Zhang Ji heard this, he jumped three feet high from the bed. I ran to the desk and put the pile of letters written last night into the envelope. I ran all the way to the door of the official who was going on a business trip and handed the letter to the official. When the official was about to leave, Zhang Ji took the letter from the official's hand, quickly opened the envelope, took out the letter one by one and checked whether there were any leaks. Ah, fortunately, nothing leaked. Zhang Ji breathed a sigh of relief.
That night, Zhang Ji had a dream.
I dreamed that his family saw the letter, smiling and very happy. "Autumn Thoughts" rewritten 9
The autumn breeze is blowing in Luoyang City.
At this time, the poet Zhang Ji was walking by the river. The maple trees on the roadside were all red, and from time to time, pieces of fiery red leaves fell. A gust of wind blew, and Zhang Ji felt a chill. The little flowers on the roadside also bent down, and Zhang Ji shrank his neck. He raised his head and saw the wild geese flying south in the sky, and knew that autumn was coming.
It will be August 15th in a few days. Looking at the desolate scenery, Zhang Ji remembered the scene of celebrating the festival with his relatives at home last year: On the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, my family and I enjoyed the moon together. Eating mooncakes is a joy. My mother helps me sew clothes, my children play with me, and my wife helps me cook porridge. Now I wonder if my mother is in good health, has she ever suffered from asthma, and has my child grown taller? How is your wife's health? Is my father healthy?
When I was leaving, my mother told me to put on more clothes; my wife prepared a bag of dry food for me, and my father told me to take care of myself when I was out alone.
Zhang Ji missed his hometown so much that he hurriedly wanted to write a letter to his relatives at home. It was hard to finish the words. He didn’t know where to start. The pen in his hand was like a huge stone weighing a thousand kilograms. He thought deeply. It took me a while to put pen to paper. The next day, the messenger came. When the messenger was about to set off, Zhang Ji called out: "Wait a minute." So Zhang Ji added some more content. This time the messenger set off, and Zhang Ji looked at the messenger. Zhang Ji couldn't help but shed tears as he thought: It would be great if I could go home.
He wrote a poem in Luoyang City: Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, he wanted to write a poem full of inspiration. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again. Rewrite 10 of "Autumn Thoughts"
Ma Zhiyuan was riding on a skinny horse. As he walked, he saw a few withered vines entangled in a tree that was once strong but now old and weak. On the sick short tree, suddenly, a crow feebly flapped its wings, which were heavy for it, and stopped on the old tree. It also emitted several sad and tragic "music", which made Ma Zhiyuan I couldn't help but shudder. "Gurgululu" Ma Zhiyuan's stomach also responded to the accompaniment. He rode his horse slowly across the small wooden bridge. The water flowed under the wooden bridge. The stream seemed to hate Ma Zhiyuan, and they all rushed to flow away mercilessly.
Ma Zhiyuan looked up and his eyes shone. Several houses caught Ma Zhiyuan's eyes. He got off his horse and quickly ran towards the "hope" he saw. He knocked on the door softly. A long time ago, a strange male protagonist opened the door. When he saw that the man outside the door was here to beg for food, he immediately and coldly closed Ma Zhiyuan's "door of hope" with a "snap". He stood for a long time and shed tears. After two lines of tears, he rode towards the sunset with a heartbroken feeling, and looked in the direction of his hometown from time to time. Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 11
One day, Mr. Zhang Ji was walking on the main road of Luoyang City. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up. Many yellow leaves blew down at once. Watching the yellow leaves dancing in the air like butterflies slowly falling to the ground, Mr. Zhang Ji couldn't help but think of the time he spent happily playing with his parents in his hometown, so Mr. Zhang Ji decided to write A letter home to my parents.
However, because there are so many things to express in life and work. Mr. Zhang Ji doesn't know where to start. After he finished writing home in a hurry, he asked the messenger to help him deliver the letter to his old father and mother. However, because he was in such a hurry when writing the letter home, he was afraid that his meaning and emotion could not be expressed clearly for a while, so he stepped forward and asked the person who was delivering the letter to wait a moment, and then reopened the sealed letter. , after reading it again and again, he finally felt relieved, then put the letter in his hand into the envelope, sealed it again, and handed it to the sender. After that, he slowly watched the person who had sent him the message ride away, still feeling homesick in his heart, and finally left reluctantly. But I still miss the life in my hometown and my elderly parents. Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 12
In the golden autumn season, the leaves were falling one after another and the fruits were ripe. Suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew across Zhang Ji's face. Zhang Ji suddenly thought of his family in his hometown. He wanted to go back very much. He went to his hometown to visit his relatives, parents, and wife, but due to various reasons, he was unable to return to his hometown. It was then that he met his friend and decided to write a letter to his family.
In the afternoon, he sat under the maple tree and started writing this letter. He first informed his family that they were safe, and then he asked his parents if they felt uncomfortable in any way. Then he told his parents that his life was very good now.
At night, he began to think about whether to write out everything he wanted to say, because he wanted to say too much to his parents and could not finish them. He thought about it all night, and until early morning He just finished writing the letter.
When the messenger was about to leave, he opened the sealed letter again, looked at it, and patched it up before handing it over to him.
After returning home, Zhang Jicai wrote the poem "Autumn Thoughts". "Autumn Thoughts" rewritten 13
Zhang Ji walked back to his residence, hurriedly took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sat in front of the wooden desk by the window, picked up his pen, and closed his eyes.
Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel a thousand sorrows in his heart.
I haven't been home for many years, and I rarely write letters to my family. I have lived in Luoyang City for many years, so where should I start writing letters? Should he greet his family first, talk about his past four years in his hometown, or tell them his own situation first... There were so many things to express that Zhang Ji didn't know where to start.
He poured a glass of wine, sighed, drank it in one gulp while facing the window, picked up the pen and thought about it, then put it down. Soon after, he picked up the pen again, thought about it and put it down again. ... This action was repeated countless times, and it was already noon when he stopped. Zhang Ji finished the pot of wine and finally wrote a sentence on the paper.
For a time, I expressed my feelings of homesickness in my writing. As I wrote, tears burst out of my eyes and hit the paper. The flower bloomed and turned into a dark purple flower blooming on the paper. No matter how good or vivid the writing in the letter is, can it express nostalgia better than the tears melting away with the ink on the paper?
After writing the letter, Zhang Ji folded it and put it in an envelope, wrote the address, and pressed it under the paperweight.
"Please wait a moment!" The next morning, Zhang Ji's voice broke the early morning silence. He found the sender, opened the sealed letter, and read it again and again, fearing that he might have missed it in his hurry. A word and a half.
The messenger set off, and the horse ran away quickly. Zhang Ji sighed, looked away, and quietly returned to the "home" that would never be home.
20xx-12-7 12:54:16 Rewrite 14 of "Autumn Thoughts"
After dinner, I was walking on the avenue, and a leaf fell and hit me on the head. I bent down and picked it up from the ground, holding it in my hand for a closer look. It turned out that the leaves had turned yellow, and a gust of evening wind blew, and I suddenly felt a little cool. oh! "One leaf knows autumn", another autumn is here.
Because I have been busy making a living all day long, I haven’t corresponded with my parents for a long time. Are they still in good health? How has the harvest been over the past few years? Are you living a comfortable life? And will the drought this summer have a big impact on your hometown? Can the blind dates in my hometown have enough to eat...? . . Thinking of these, I had a lot of thoughts. When I returned to the house, I picked up a pen to write a letter from home.
I want to inform the elderly about my situation, the situation of my children, and our living conditions. I have reviewed my unfilial piety towards my parents and did not write to them often, so that they can miss their children and grandchildren who are far away in my hometown. of. After I finished writing it, I folded it and put it in an envelope, sealed it, and prepared to give it to my fellow villagers to take home tomorrow.
The next day, the fellow countryman came. I gave him the letter. He packed it up and was about to go out. I stopped him again and asked for the letter back. Because I suddenly felt that some words were omitted, some words were not stated clearly, and there were other inappropriate things... . I decided to rewrite it. In order not to delay this fellow countryman's schedule, I had to make some modifications and hurriedly handed the letter to him.
After the letter was sent, I was still in a state of excitement, so I pretended to compose a poem to record my state of mind:
The autumn wind is seen in Luoyang City,
I want to be a writer The book is full of meaning.
I’m afraid I can’t say enough in a hurry,
Pedestrians open the gate again before departure. Rewrite of "Autumn Thoughts" 15
Autumn wind blows suddenly in Luoyang city. Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang, feels the coolness brought by the autumn wind. Seeing the desolate and falling scene of the autumn wind, he can't help but think of his hometown.
So he wanted to write a letter to his family, but as he was laying down the paper and writing, thousands of thoughts surged through his heart. There were so many endless words that he wanted to say to him. relatives said. For a moment, he thought of his old mother lying on the bed, his old father farming in the fields, his graceful wife, her lively son and her beautiful and sensible daughter. Thinking of this There were countless tears in his eyes. Zhang Ji calmed down and finally put down his pen. For a while, he expressed his feelings on the pen, describing his thoughts and emotions to his heart's content.
After writing the letter, Zhang Ji couldn't calm down for a long time. He cherished the affectionate letter and enveloped it, and asked the fellow villagers who lived with him to send the letter to their relatives as soon as possible. hands. But just before leaving the letter to the fellow villager, he remembered that he had forgotten to give some encouraging words to the children, so he rushed forward to get the letter back, hurriedly opened it, read it again and again, and read it again, lest he Half a word was left out.
The fellow who delivered the letter finally set out on the road. Zhang Ji watched his back gradually disappearing into the rustling autumn wind. This is exactly what "the longing for love is endless, and a thousand words may not be enough."
"Yeah!