at chuzhou on the western stream is the representative work of Wei Yingwu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and there are some short stories in this poem written by Wei Yingwu.
One day, when Wei Yingwu had nothing to do, he had to go out for a walk to get some air. I don't know how long he walked, but he came to a place with pleasant scenery. This is the Xijiang River in the west of Chuzhou County, commonly known as Shangmahe River. Because Wei Yingwu has been a secretariat of Chuzhou, Jiangsu, Suzhou and other places, Wei Yingwu is not very strange here. Here, there is only the lonely grass beside the stream, and the sweet chirping of the oriole bird came from the depths of the forest not far away, which made Wei Yingwu infatuated, and he unconsciously sang the last two sentences: I feel sorry for the grass beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees. Just as he was meditating, suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, and in a blink of an eye, it began to drizzle. It's just catching up with the high tide of the river, and the late tide and spring rain make the water more urgent. This is the ferry in the countryside, and there are very few pedestrians, and no one is coming and going at the moment. Even the boatman who rowed the boat was gone, only the empty ferry was floating by the ferry. When Wei Yingwu saw this scene, he had to write the following two sentences sadly: The spring tide brought rain late, and no one crossed the boat in the wild.
"at chuzhou on the western stream" is such a short story, so when Wei Yingwu got home, he wrote this poem:
I was alone in the grass, and there were orioles singing in the trees.
The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry,
No one will cross the river in the wild. 2.
at chuzhou on the western stream rewrote a composition of about 4 words not to be copied. It has been some time since he came to Chuzhou to make a history, and he stole it for half a day. In this leisurely afternoon, he unconsciously went to the stream in the western suburbs of Chuzhou, and heard that it used to be called "Shangmahe", but people still used to call it "Xijian".
I walk carefully along the stream, afraid to touch the grass I love. They are innocent like inexperienced children. It is also like a recluse who does not contend with the world, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and the neon of the city, and even if the world is attractive, it is not for the heart. When they come in early spring and go in autumn, they are carefree and happy, as if time had stopped here and left them alone.
A few crisp sounds came from behind the distant mountains. It must be an oriole standing on the treetop, chirping about spring. It is also ignorant of the world, and it is also carefree, so that clear little song instantly renders the world in front of you bright green and clean.
With the arrival of dusk, it is the spring rain that comes in a hurry, which moistens all the scenery in the painting, and it looks like a splash-ink landscape painting with rich ancient style. Soon, the stream filled the river, with slow momentum, but also downstream, perhaps the outside world is wonderful.
the stream flows through an abandoned ferry, and a solitary boat is lying in it. Let the rain seep in and the stream beats, that is, quietly, quietly, the wind beats sideways and the boat is lying upright when the rain hits. No one knows where it came from, let alone where it is going. Just like no one knows that "whoever sees the moon at the first sight by the river, when the moon shines on people".
I didn't realize that the rain wet my whole body until I stepped on a puddle, but I didn't realize it before. On the way back, I kept thinking: maybe I should have been that grass by the stream, or that lonely boat? If so, you can wander among the mountains and rivers and enjoy yourself without remembering your way home. 3. Rewrite 45 words of at chuzhou on the western stream
In the spring of March, on a sunny morning, the air is filled with a dry and clear fragrance, which is the smell of wood baked by the sun.
The sky is as clean as a big piece of light blue transparent glass. When the first ray of warm sunshine shines on the earth, the soft spring breeze sprinkles its warmth on everything in the world.
Peach blossoms are like a girl's mind, and emerge from the branches unconsciously. I sat alone in front of the window and watched the willows sprout, only then did I realize that spring had come.
on a whim, I want to go to at chuzhou on the western stream to watch the spring scenery. I came to at chuzhou on the western stream at a brisk pace. Along the way, orioles sang tactfully, green willows danced gracefully, wild flowers bloomed everywhere, and the birds showed their beautiful voices on the branches.
The grass shows its oily green posture, and Miss Willow combs her long hair against the clear river. Spring is colorful, and at chuzhou on the western stream adds a touch of green to it. Some people like the willow tree with "Jasper as high as a tree, ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down", and some people like the alpine waterfall with "flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days".
I only like "wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind; Thousands of grinds and blows are still strong, and you are the weeds of the east, west, north and south winds. The clear spring flowing in the mountain stream washed them spotless, and the grass was so quiet and interesting.
deep in the dense and lush forest, waves of crisp voices sounded from my ears, and the voices were so melodious. Ah! This is the oriole singing, and the swallow flies to enjoy the fun of spring with the oriole.
At this time, the "Ding Dong" sound of the spring water, the "rustling" sound of the spring breeze blowing through the Woods, and the melodious voice of the oriole, what a spring symphony! Evening is always coming, and the spring rain is pattering on the river, which is even more urgent! The river is like a tidal current, filling up all the small rivers. In the dusk of the wilderness ferry, no one has crossed the river, and everything seems very quiet. How lonely a boat is floating on the river. 4. Rewriting 4 words of at chuzhou on the western stream's composition 3g.ishuo.cn
The poet came to a lonely ferry. In this beautiful scenery, the leaves grew quietly, as if hearing the sound of mushrooms growing, so he had to sigh. Even the boatman is gone, the stream is gurgling, but I can't see where he is. It's drizzling, and it's leisurely across the river. The mountains are covered with trees. Originally, there were few pedestrians and dark clouds, and there was no boat crossing the wild. "This is really a good place for me to live in seclusion. It is a flowing water, and the water is more urgent. The mountains are densely covered with lush trees, and he is touched by the scene. Wei Yingwu saw this scene, so close. Just in time for the high tide of the river, the water potential was large enough. Wei Yingwu came to the faint at chuzhou on the western stream alone, and the warm spring breeze blew everything. The little squirrel jumped from here to there, rustling the leaves, and in a blink of an eye. But, oriole!
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The bright sunshine shines on the earth in the early spring morning. " Just as he was meditating. Then, I saw the empty ferry floating freely: "I feel sorry for you and the grass!" The poet fell in love with it deeply ...
At dusk, it became more and more rapid, with the late tide and spring rain. So; The water is covered with grass, and there are orioles singing in the trees, but he only has a special liking for the lonely grass growing by the stream: "Spring tides bring rain late and rush;" Deep in the dense branches and leaves, two poems were sung. And the ferry in the countryside The oriole began to show off her sweet voice again. Suddenly, between the two mountains, there is no one at the moment. It is really a quiet place, singing in the Woods, very quiet. There was no one on the ferry. Xijiang, what a beautiful poem! " He couldn't help admiring that the flowers were slightly open and only a boat was tied to the shore. Wei Yingwu reveled in this beautiful early spring landscape, and some small animals were alive and kicking. The two mountains were strangely green and floating on the water. On the shore, it began to rain and the grass was misty green. In this beautiful season, now add rain. It is the season when the spring tide is rising, and from time to time, there are several cries of orioles-Xijian in spring, which is slightly sad. 5. Rewriting at chuzhou on the western stream 4
It has been a long time since he came to Chuzhou to make a secretariat, and he stole it for half a day. In this leisurely afternoon, he unconsciously went to the stream in the western suburbs of Chuzhou. I heard that it used to be called Teaming Horse River Land, but It is also like a recluse, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and the hustle and bustle of the city. Even though the secular world is attractive, there are colorful flowers and peaches and plums vying for beauty, and they are not moved. They come in early spring and die in autumn, and they are carefree and happy, as if time had stopped here and left them alone to be green. There were a few crisp sounds from behind the distant mountains, and they must be the yellow grasshopper standing at the top of the tree. Instantly render the world in front of us bright green, clean and spotless. With the coming of dusk, it is the mountains that are empty and the spring rain that comes in a hurry, which moistens all the scenes in the painting. In front of us, it is like a splash-ink landscape painting with strong ancient style. Soon, the stream is full of the stream, but its momentum is slow, but it also goes downstream. Perhaps the outside world is wonderful. The stream flows through a long-abandoned ferry, and a solitary boat is still crossing it. Quietly, quietly, the wind beat sideways, and the rain hit the boat upright. No one knows where it came from, let alone where it is going. Just as no one knows who teased the riverside to see the moon at the first sight, when the moonlight shines on people, I didn't realize that the rain was wet all over my body until I stepped on a puddle, but I didn't realize it before. On the way back, I kept thinking: Maybe I should have been by that ravine. If so, you can wander among the mountains and rivers and enjoy yourself without remembering your way home. 6. Rewrite 45 words of at chuzhou on the western stream
In the spring of March, on a sunny morning, the air is filled with a dry and clear fragrance, which is the smell of wood baked by the sun. The sky is very clean, like a large piece of light blue transparent glass.
When the first warm sunshine shines on the earth, the gentle spring breeze sprinkles its warmth on everything in the world. Peach blossom is like a girl's mind, unconsciously emerging from the branches. I sat alone in front of the window and watched the willows sprout, only then did I realize that spring had come. On a whim, I want to go to at chuzhou on the western stream to watch the spring scenery.
I came to at chuzhou on the western stream at a brisk pace. Along the way, orioles sang tactfully, green willows danced gracefully, wild flowers were everywhere, and there were fragrant flowers everywhere. Birds showed their beautiful voices on the branches. The grass shows its oily green posture, and the willow girl combs its long hair against the river with a clear bottom. Spring is colorful, and at chuzhou on the western stream adds a touch of green to it.
Some people like the willow tree that "Jasper is dressed as a tree with ten thousand green silk tapestries hanging down", and some people like the alpine waterfall that "flies down three thousands of feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". I only like that "wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind; Thousands of grinds and blows are still strong, and you are the weeds of the east, west, north and south winds. The clear spring flowing in the mountain stream washed them spotless, and the grass was so quiet and interesting.
deep in the dense and lush forest, waves of crisp voices sounded from my ears, and the voices were so melodious. Ah! This is the oriole singing, and the swallow flies to enjoy the fun of spring with the oriole. At this time, the "Ding Dong" sound of the spring water, the "rustling" sound of the spring breeze blowing through the Woods, and the beautiful voice of the oriole, what a spring symphony!
Evening always comes, and the spring rain patters on the river, making it even more urgent! The river is like a tidal current, filling up all the small rivers. In the dusk of the wilderness ferry, no one has crossed the river, and everything seems very quiet. How lonely a boat is floating on the river!