Lesson 5 How to write Qiu Si's stories and ancient poems, preferably a composition.

It's autumn, and the street is empty. The autumn wind rolled up a fallen leaf and blew it into the distance. The poet Zhang Ji lives in a friend's house in Luoyang. Looking from the windowsill, it is full of the chill of autumn wind, the leaves of wood are yellow and the flowers are withered, which brings a wide range of autumn colors, autumn capacity and autumn state to nature and human beings. As a wanderer in a foreign country, Zhang Ji can't help but miss his hometown and relatives when he sees these desolate and crumbling scenery.

He squatted on the windowsill and said to himself, "I really miss my hometown!" " I wonder what they are doing now. I wonder if they are in good health? I wonder if you miss me, too ..... "He lay on the windowsill and looked at the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, talking to himself. Suddenly, he shouted, "That's right! "He said to himself," Although I can't go back to my hometown to visit my relatives, I can at least write a letter from home and ask someone to take it back to my hometown! " "Later, he brought Four Treasures of the Study from his friends. He was about to start writing, but he did not move. A friend standing by asked him why he didn't write. Zhang Ji said, "I have been in Luoyang for so long and haven't written to my relatives in my hometown. I don't know where to start!" After hearing this, my friend didn't say much, just let Zhang Ji continue to write home. Zhang Ji still doesn't know where to start. As soon as he looked out the window, he saw some children playing. Suddenly, he had a happy childhood with his parents, a happy scene of playing with his younger brothers and sisters, and a scene of parting from his parents ... Thinking, thinking, his feelings were like a spring, and all his thoughts were pinned on this letter from home. He wrote, revised, revised and revised, and finally finished. He put the envelope neatly on the table. It's already midnight, and he just turned off the lights and went to bed. He tossed and turned, still thinking about the content of the letter from home, and it was difficult to sleep.

The next day, he got up early, picked up the letter and ran to a friend's house who was going to his hometown on business. When he arrived at his friend's house, his friend had not got up. He is waiting outside the door. A friend went out and was surprised to see him standing outside motionless. He asked him why he was here. He went over and stuffed the envelope into his friend's hand and said, "I was afraid to wake you just now, so I stood outside and waited for you." This is my letter from home, and I must give it to my relatives! "My friend paused and immediately replied," Well, don't worry about my work! This letter from home will definitely be delivered to your home! "Zhang Jixiao said," Be sure to cash it! " My friend smiled back. My friend jumped on the horse and was about to start when Zhang Ji suddenly shouted, "Wait! Don't go yet! " Zhang Ji grabbed the envelope, opened it, took out his letter from home, read it carefully several times, then stuffed it into the envelope and gave it to a friend.

After his friend left, he returned to his residence and suddenly became poetic. He wrote a poem named Qiu Si:

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

I want to write a meaningful letter to my family.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again. (original)