The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere.
Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him.
This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful.
The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery.
There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot.
An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly.
"Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.
Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward.
These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration. When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.
Rewrite this ancient poem into a 300-word narrative. The fisherman stroked the faces of two sleeping children with his rough hands. Suddenly, a look flashed in his eyes, mixed with sadness, helplessness, pity and love for his two children ... but it was only a moment. The fisherman looked up at Sang Na, Sang Na's eyes and Sang Na's hopeful eyes.
"Well, Sang Na, let's work together! Let's work together for our little angel! " "Well, that's a good idea, good! Let's work together! " They put their hands on their chests and whispered their hopes: "God, may you bless the children to grow up and may they be safe all their lives." The cold wind is still howling, but this shabby and ancient hut is full of happiness and warmth.
16 years later, the children have grown up and become pillars: the boss is the boss, the doctor is the doctor, and the scientist is the scientist ... They take their parents home, treat them well, and let them enjoy their family happiness, not to mention how happy they are. Moreover, they also help more poor people like their parents.
3. Composition adapted from ancient poetry (300 words at most and 200 words at least). I changed "Qingpingle Village Residence" into a composition, hoping to help. * * * A clear stream gurgles around the small village all year round. On both sides of the stream, there are green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big green disks. A breeze blew gently. It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree is a small hut. The roof is covered with vines and there are many big pumpkins in it. There is a lush pine forest behind the house. Have a look, there are also a large area of seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering with wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun is high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! "The second son is sitting under a big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy! If you are not satisfied with these, but continue to ask; If you are satisfied, this is my approval.
Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition. The sparkling lake rippled. Sister Liu by the lake used this clear water as a mirror to gently comb her hair. The sun shines on the lake, and there are golden waves on the lake, and ripples are naughty floating around the lake. Look, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mother everywhere. Look, there are a pair of big dragonflies parked there, looking at the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly admiring the beautiful scenery, and the singing oriole is also singing this beautiful song to the foreign objects around him. This song seems to intoxicate them; This song seems to bother them; This song seems to make them fall asleep in this song. On the river bank, the green grass is dense, the refreshing breeze is blowing, and the grass is dancing, which is beautiful. The mountains in the distance are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and there are two laughing children sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his penny, stopped his paddle and sat in the middle of the fishing boat, which gradually stopped. One child said to another, "The boat is in the middle of the lake now. Without paddles and poles, what can we do now to move the boat forward? " Another Chinese character is holding his chin and thinking quietly. "Oh, yes, let's use an umbrella to push the boat forward!" With that, he quickly took out his umbrella from the cabin and opened it. He held it high and let the wind blow on it. The wind pushed the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.
Passers-by saw it and thought in surprise: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with umbrellas? Oh, no wonder everyone takes umbrellas when it doesn't rain. Originally, it was not to shelter from the wind and rain, but to use the wind to let the ship move forward. These passers-by thought about it and couldn't help praising the two children, saying that they were smart and worthy of admiration.
When these passers-by looked back again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some ripples on the water.
5. 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.
The fisherman stroked the faces of two sleeping children with his rough hands. Suddenly, a look flashed in his eyes, mixed with sadness, helplessness, pity and love for his two children ... but it was only a moment. The fisherman looked up at Sang Na, Sang Na's eyes and Sang Na's hopeful eyes.
Suddenly, the fisherman's eyes sparkled with hope.
"Well, Sang Na, let's work together! Let's work together for our little angel! "
"Well, that's a good idea, good! Let's work together! "
They put their hands on their chests and whispered their hopes: "God, may you bless the children to grow up and may they be safe all their lives." The cold wind is still howling, but this shabby and ancient hut is full of happiness and warmth.
16 years later, the children have grown up and become pillars: the boss is the boss, the doctor is the doctor, and the scientist is the scientist ... They take their parents home, treat them well, and let them enjoy their family happiness, not to mention how happy they are. Moreover, they also help more poor people like their parents.
7. Wang Dongting's ancient poems were rewritten into a 350-word composition. Original: Wang Dongting Yuxi Lake knows each other in autumn and moon, and there is no wind on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Dongting Lake in the moonlight is very soft and harmonious.
There is no ripple on the silver lake, and the calm lake reflects the autumn moon in the sky. In the blue sky, a bright moon is embedded in the sky, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled on the lake, and the lake light and moonlight blend together, which is beautiful. There is no wind or sound on the lake, just like a bronze mirror that has never been polished.
I climbed the pagoda and looked at the green trees and red flowers beside Dongting Lake. Looking at the beautiful scenery on Dongting Lake; Looking around, there are green Junshan in the lake, tall and straight century-old trees, famous places of interest at home and abroad, and ancient temples hidden in the mountains. This Dongting Lake is as bright as a silver plate, and this Green Army Mountain is like a small green snail.
Seeing these beautiful scenery, I can't help but admire: "It's really the harmony between the lake and the moon, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface." Look at the Dongting landscape, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "Or: On a starry night, I came to the best place to look at Dongting Lake-the watchtower.
On that day, the moon was as golden as a freshly ripe banana, and the stars were dancing in the dark blue sky like a group of little girls who could sing and dance. Look! The moon stinks. She combed her hair and dusted herself in front of the ocean mirror.
In fact, the mirror of the ocean is Dongting Lake. When there is no wind, she is a flawless mirror. When there is wind, many wrinkles appear on her face, as if she had aged a lot at once.
Looking from a distance, a Junshan stands in the middle of Dongting Lake, which reminds me of an idiom: Tingting stands tall. I'm not the only one who came to Dongting. When I met my old friend, I was intoxicated by this pleasant scenery.
Look! At the moment, he is drinking tea and chanting loudly: "What a green snail in a silver plate!" " "After I got his hint, I immediately echoed:" The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at the Dongting mountains and rivers, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "He immediately raised his hand and praised:" Good poem, good poem! "This Dongting is a land of fish and rice. Who doesn't remember? On a clear autumn night, I came to Dongting Lake. I was immediately attracted by what I saw.
I saw the faint moonlight shining on the lake, which was particularly harmonious.
The water was calm, and the moonlight made the lake look like a big bronze mirror without any scratches. Looking at Dongting Lake, I was surprised to find a lush "Junshan" in the middle of the lake, which is very beautiful.
It's like a white plate with green snails on it. Seeing this reminds me of Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting" and I can't help chanting in a low voice: the lake is full of moonlight, and the mirror on the pool is not polished.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.