1. Rewrite Wangjiangnan, about 800 words Urgent
1. The dawn fog is about to break, and there are a few stars in the sky.
The moonlight entered the house, the outline of the moon was blurred, and the pale light reflected the white light of the river. Moon, do you know the taste of a river that cannot be carried by autumn water? Do you know the sadness of missing someone who is thinner than a yellow flower, and whose tears are ice-cold and jade beads are slender?
A few wisps of morning breeze broke into the room, and I couldn't help but shiver. Sitting in front of the dressing table, the face in the bronze mirror was a little more radiant with anticipation, but also a little haggard because of the excitement and lack of sleep last night.
Picking up the wooden comb, a waterfall of long hair hung down to her waist, with a few strands of white hair mixed in. She frowned slightly, her husband was about to return, how could he see his face as haggard as the autumn sun, and his hair dyed white by autumn frost.
She gently rolled up her black hair and cleverly hid her white hair in it. She also carefully dressed her makeup and put on makeup and powder. But who in the past tied up her long hair and drew her eyebrows tenderly.
There was sadness in my heart again. I kept cutting, and the reasoning was still messy. It was the sorrow of separation that made me lower my brows, but it was still in my heart. Looking at the sweet-smiling woman in the mirror, thinking of his joy when he saw her, happiness overflowed on his face.
I moved to Wangjiang Tower and looked out the window. Dots of white sails came into my eyes, and the colors took away a little bit of expectations, bringing a slight disappointment. If you look closely, it's not Bai Fan, but Li Ren's tears.
Time has passed, and I am still staring at the white sail, but I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. The longing is heartbreaking and soul-destroying.
How can the word "sorrow" be used to describe such a feeling? If the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old. If the moon is sentimental, the moon will sing forever. If people are longing for each other, they will become haggard. Their clothes will become wider and wider, but they will never regret it.
I remember that he once said to him: The fish sinks and the wild goose falls, the moon closes and the flowers shy. I cannot describe your beauty. You will always remain in my heart. I am willing to hold your hand and grow old together with you. A hundred years later, you, with gray hair, will still be the most beautiful in my heart.
Now that the sweetheart is no longer there, it is already yesterday’s flower. Does he still remember that she once made a sea oath and a mountain alliance with him? She is his most beloved sweetheart. Looking to the south of the Yangtze River, I look forward to my husband's return. Looking to the tower above the river, I look forward to my husband's return. The river flows through the ages, and I look forward to my husband for thousands of years.
For him, the flower-like appearance has turned into yesterday’s flowers; for him, three thousand blue hairs have been dyed with autumn frost. For him, for him, or for him, he would look thin in the mirror without hesitation.
But why, Qianfan has passed by, but the figure that I miss so much is still nowhere to be found. Looking at the river there are no words, only a thousand lines of tears.
The river is long, the sound of the waves is still there, the slanting light has not yet set, the thin thoughts are haggard in the sunset under the autumn wind, and the heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou. 2. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower.
Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long. Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.
Another sleepless night, tossing and turning, finally made it to dawn. After hurriedly washing up, I didn’t bother to have breakfast, so I climbed up to the Wangjiang Tower and leaned on the railing to look out - my sweetheart has been away from home for many days, why can’t he come back to me? I looked carefully at every ship that came by, but every time my hopes turned into disappointment.
When countless sailing ships passed by, my heart became more and more desolate - the boats seemed familiar, where is my sweetheart now? Before I knew it, the sun was setting. I looked at the surging river with a sense of loss, and my vision gradually blurred.
The river flowing eastward, please carry my thoughts to find my sweetheart. When the evening glow was about to disappear, I was pessimistic and disappointed and suddenly caught a glimpse of Bai Pingzhou where we broke up. The island was still lush with lush grass and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.
The scene of farewell reappeared in my mind, and my sweetheart's vow of eternal love seemed to ring in my ears again: Wait for me, I will be back soon! So many days and nights soaked in the bitterness of longing passed by quietly. Facing Bai Pingzhou, where things were different and people were different, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken... 2. Rewrite Wangjiangnan, about 800 words Urgent
1. The dawn fog is about to break, and there are a few stars in the sky. The moonlight entered the house, and the outline of the moon was blurred, and the pale light reflected the white light of the river. Moon, do you know the taste of a river that cannot be carried by autumn water? Do you know the sadness of missing someone who is thinner than a yellow flower, and whose tears are ice-cold and jade beads are slender?
A few wisps of morning breeze broke into the room, and I couldn't help but shiver. Sitting in front of the dressing table, the face in the bronze mirror was a little more radiant with anticipation, but also a little haggard because of the excitement and lack of sleep last night. Picking up the wooden comb, a waterfall of long hair hung down to her waist, with a few strands of white hair mixed in. She frowned slightly, her husband was about to return, how could he see his face as haggard as the autumn sun, and his hair dyed white by autumn frost. She gently rolled up her black hair and skillfully hid her white hair inside. She carefully combed her makeup and applied makeup and powder. But who in the past tied up her long hair and drew her eyebrows tenderly. Sadness and sadness arose in my heart again. I kept cutting, and my reasoning was still messy. It was the sorrow of separation that made me lower my brows, but it was still in my heart. Looking at the sweet-smiling woman in the mirror, thinking of his joy when he saw her, happiness overflowed on his face.
I moved to Wangjiang Tower and looked out the window. Dots of white sails came into my eyes, and the colors took away a little bit of expectations, bringing a slight disappointment. If you look closely, it's not Bai Fan, but Li Ren's tears. Time has passed, and I am still staring at the white sail, but I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. The longing is heartbreaking and soul-destroying. How can the word "sorrow" be used to describe such a feeling?
If the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old. If the moon is sentimental, the moon will sing forever. If people are longing for each other, they will become haggard. Their clothes will become wider and wider, but they will never regret it. I remember that he once looked for him and said: The fish has fallen and the wild goose has fallen, the moon is closed and the flowers are shy. I can't describe your beauty. You will always be in my heart. I am willing to hold your hand and grow old together with you. A hundred years later, you, with gray hair, will still be the most beautiful in my heart. Nowadays, the beauty is no longer there, it has become a thing of yesterday. Does he still remember that she once made a sea oath and a mountain alliance with him? She is his most beloved beauty.
Looking to the south of the Yangtze River, I look forward to my husband's return. I look forward to my husband's return from the tower above the river. The river flows through the ages, and I look forward to my husband for thousands of years. For him, the beautiful face turned into yesterday's flowers; for him, three thousand blue hairs were dyed with autumn frost. For him, for him, or for him, he would look thin in the mirror without hesitation. But why, Qianfan has passed by, but the figure he misses so much is still nowhere to be found. Looking at the river there are no words, only a thousand lines of tears. The river is long, the sound of the waves is still there, the slanting light has not yet set, the thin longing is haggard in the sunset under the autumn wind, and the heart is broken in Bai Pinzhou.
2. After washing up, I leaned alone in Wangjiang Tower. All the thousands of sails that have passed are not the same, and the slanting light and the flowing water are long. Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.
Another sleepless night, tossing and turning, finally made it to dawn. After hurriedly washing up, I didn’t bother to have breakfast, so I climbed up to the Wangjiang Tower and leaned on the railing to look out - my sweetheart has been away from home for many days, why can’t he come back to me?
I looked carefully at every ship that came, but every time my hope turned into disappointment. When countless sailing ships passed by, my heart became more and more desolate - the ship seemed familiar, where is my sweetheart now?
Before I knew it, the sun was setting. I looked at the surging river with a sense of loss, and my vision gradually blurred. The river flowing eastward, please carry my thoughts to find my sweetheart.
When the evening glow was about to disappear, I, who was pessimistic and disappointed, suddenly caught a glimpse of Baiping Island where we broke up. The island was still full of lush grass and the fragrance of birds and flowers. The scene of farewell reappeared in my mind, and my sweetheart's vow of eternal love seemed to ring in my ears again: Wait for me, I will be back soon!
How many days and nights soaked in the bitterness of longing passed by quietly. Facing Bai Pingzhou, where things are different and people are different, I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken... 3. Wang Jiangnan Rewrites the Narrative of 700
The sky in June changes like a child's face. It was clear just a moment ago, but now it is covered with dark clouds.
Along with a deafening rumble, a silver snake danced its unpredictable body in the dark air. It seems that only rumble is the best soundtrack.
There are really people who are happy and some who are worried by the Mudan River! The poets by the riverside were singing to their heart's content, and the little girl with bare feet was singing loudly. Only one person frowned and muttered: "It's early or late, but it happened when Ruofeng and I were dating. A rare date fell through again." "
This woman frowned and pouted. She was dressed in blue and had black hair. Judging from her dress, she looks like a young lady from an official family.
"Wan'er, what are you talking about?" The person speaking at this time was a white-faced scholar, wearing plain clothes and coarse cloth, with an extraordinary conversation, and his eyes were full of doting and tenderness. "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing.
By the way, Ruofeng, what's the matter with you coming out to me?" "It's something, it's something, yes." A trace of panic flashed in Ruofeng's eyes, "I want to go to Beijing. Catch the exam." "What, go to Beijing to take the exam, when, why?" Wan'er looked a little anxious.
"We will set off tomorrow." Ruofeng's eyes were a little dim.
"Why tomorrow? Can't it be later?" "Late? Wan'er, I want to gain fame as soon as possible and come to propose marriage as soon as possible! We can't delay any longer!" "Oh, that's right. Then you When will you come back?" Wan'er was a little happy.
"One year, one year. I will marry you in one year."
Wan'er blushed and lowered her head and said, "Then you should come back soon!" "Ruofeng's figure became increasingly blurry. Wan'er stretched out her hands and shouted anxiously: "Ruofeng! Ruofeng!" "Miss, are you awake?" said a worried voice.
Wan'er was looking at her eyes, and the sun was shining brightly around her. "Sui'er, what time is it?" "Go back to Miss, it's about nine o'clock."
Wan'er got up to change her clothes and freshen up. Still dressed in blue, with black hair.
It’s just that the person is a little haggard. Wan'er thought to herself: It's been so hard for me to wait for a year! Ruofeng, the one-year period is here, I will pick you up right now! "Sui'er, prepare the car and go to Wangjiang Tower."
"Yes!" For a year, Wan'er has never stepped into this sad place. Today, it is true that things are different and people are different.
"Sui'er, you guys wait for me downstairs. I'll go up and take a look at the scenery." "Miss, you'd better wear a cloak. It's windy up there! Since a year ago, Miss's health has become worse. Once upon a time. "
The cloak is on my shoulders but I can't feel any warmth. Ruofeng, come back quickly! It was still a little cold in Wangjiang Tower in the morning.
There were not many ships at this time. At Chen time, more and more ships passed by.
Wan'er looked carefully at each ship, but there was still no trace of her old friend. Hey, there is a ship in the distance. As we get closer, there is a person standing on the bow. It is a man! Is it him? he? Why is he a middle-aged man! But the figures are quite similar.
Alas! What a joy! There's another boat! In this way, Wan'er always sighs more than she feels happy. The day passed like this.
Waiting for nothing, Wan'er's figure was a little lonely. Unexpectedly, the figure fell to the ground in a flash... "Ruofeng!" "Wan'er!" Maybe they can only get together in dreams. "Looking to the South of the River: After Washing Up" Tang Dynasty: Wen Tingyun After washing up, I leaned alone on Wangjiang Tower.
Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long. Heartbroken Bai Pingzhou.
After finishing washing up, the translator climbed up to Wangjiang Tower alone, leaning on the pillars and staring at the surging river. Thousands of ships passed by, but none of the people they expected showed up.
The afterglow of the sun shines on the river. The river flows slowly, and the soft heart of longing lingers on the Baiping Island. Appreciation: This word describes a scene of a woman climbing up a building to look far away, longing to return home. It expresses her emotions from hope to disappointment and finally to "heartbreak".
This is a small order with only twenty-seven words. "Ci is more difficult than making music, just as poetry is more difficult than quatrains", "you can't spare a sentence or a word" ("Bai Xiang Ci Pu Jian").
Starting with "just freshen up" seems to be ordinary, "the words are not surprising". But these three words are rich in content and leave a lot of room for imagination for readers.
This is not the way ordinary people wash their faces and comb their hair in the morning, but a reflection of a specific emotion (joy and excitement) of a specific person (missing a wife) under specific conditions (preparing to welcome the return of a long-lost lover) . 4. Rewrite the poem "Looking at Jiangnan" into a story of 750 words
Rewrite "Looking at Jiangnan" After washing up, I sat alone by the window.
Looking up, the fog-shrouded river meanders towards the lonely mountain in the distance. The river is green, transparent and spotless. In the blink of an eye, you and I have been separated for several months.
Thinking back on the day we left, the affectionate words you said to me while holding my hand, and the scene of you waving frequently while standing on the bow of the boat, my tears couldn’t stop falling. I looked up at the sky, and your figure appeared in my mind again. I wonder where you are at this moment. Are you sitting by the window and missing me? My heart aches. Since ancient times, being ruthless is not as painful as being sentimental.
In front of you, the willow branches hang weakly into the water, creating circles of water ripples. The sun is tiredly hiding behind the lonely mountain, and is no longer able to shine on the entire earth.
I don’t know if you will see such a scene. I just beg you to come back soon and accompany me to enjoy the flowers and the moon. The boats on the river came one after another. I opened my eyes wide, lest I miss you.
Even so, your figure never appeared, and tears welled up in my eyes again. Do you already have a new love, or have you forgotten me? I don't know.
In an instant, I couldn't control my emotions and burst into tears. The wind brings the call of night, I hope it can also convey my full feelings to you. 5. Wen Tingyun's "Wang Jiangnan" was rewritten as a narrative
Mine is original, but has more words
Waiting for a Dream
The sky in June is like a child's My face changes at every turn. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear and clear, and now it is filled with dark clouds. Accompanied by a deafening rumble, a silver snake danced its unpredictable body in the dark air. It seems that only rumble is the best soundtrack.
There are really people who are happy and some who are worried by the Mudan River! The poets by the riverside were singing to their heart's content, and the little girl with bare feet was singing loudly. Only one person frowned and muttered: "It's early or late, but it happened when Ruofeng and I were dating. A rare date fell through again." ” This woman frowned and pouted. She was dressed in blue and had black hair. Judging from her dress, she looks like a young lady from an official family. "Wan'er, what are you talking about?" The person speaking at this time was a white-faced scholar, wearing plain clothes and coarse cloth, with an extraordinary conversation, and his eyes were full of doting and tenderness. "Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. By the way, Ruofeng, what's the matter with you coming to see me?" "Something, something, yes" a trace of panic flashed in Ruofeng's eyes, "I want to go to Beijing to take the exam." "What, come in?" I'm going to take the exam in Beijing, when and why?" Wan'er looked a little anxious. "We will set off tomorrow." Ruofeng's eyes were a little dim. "Why tomorrow? Can't it be later?" "Late? Wan'er, I want to get my title as soon as possible and come to propose marriage as soon as possible! We can't delay any longer!" "Oh, that's right. When will you come back?" Wan'er Somewhat delighted. "One year, one year. I will marry you in one year." Wan'er said with a red face and lowered her head, "Then you should come back soon!" Ruofeng's figure became increasingly blurred. Wan'er stretched out her hands and shouted anxiously: "Ruofeng! Ruofeng!"
"Miss, are you awake?" said a worried voice. Wan'er was looking at her eyes, and the sun was shining brightly around her. "Sui'er, what time is it?" "Back to Miss, it's about nine o'clock." Wan'er got up to change clothes and freshen up. Still dressed in blue, with black hair. It's just that people are a little haggard. Wan'er thought to herself: It's been so hard for me to wait for a year! Ruofeng, the one-year period is here, I will pick you up right now! "Sui'er, prepare the car and go to Wangjiang Tower." "Yes!"
For a year, Wan'er has never stepped into this sad place. Today, it is true that things are different and people are different. "Sui'er, you guys wait for me downstairs, I'll go up and take a look at the scenery." "Miss, you'd better wear a cloak, it's windy up there! Since a year ago, Miss's health has not been as good as before.
"The cloak is on my shoulders, but I can't feel any warmth. Ruofeng, please come back quickly!
It's still a bit cold in Wangjiang Tower in the morning. There are not many ships at this time. At Chen time, more ships are passing by. Wan'er looked carefully at each ship, but there was still no sign of the old friend. Hey, there was a ship in the distance. There was a man standing on the bow! Is it him? Middle-aged man! But the figure is quite similar. Alas! There is another ship! Just like this, Wan'er always sighs and waits for nothing. Wan'er's figure was a little lonely, but she fell to the ground in a flash...
"Ruofeng! "Wan'er!" "Perhaps they can only get together in dreams. 6. Rewrite Looking at Jiangnan into a 600-word story
The dawn fog is about to break, and there are a few stars in the sky.
Moonlight When you enter the house, the outline of the moon is blurry, and the pale light reflects the white light of the river. Moon, do you know the feeling of a river that cannot be carried by autumn water? Do you understand that longing makes people thinner than yellow flowers, and tears are frozen? Yuzhu looked sad.
A bit of morning breeze broke into the room, and she couldn't help but shiver. She sat in front of the dressing table, and her face in the bronze mirror became a little brighter because of expectation. The excitement and lack of sleep last night made her feel a little haggard.
She picked up the wooden comb and saw her long hair hanging down to her waist, with a few strands of white hair mixed in. She frowned slightly, knowing that her husband was about to return. , how could he let him see her haggard face and her hair dyed white by autumn frost?
She gently rolled up her black hair, cleverly hiding her white hair in it, and carefully combed her makeup and applied oil. Apply powder. But in the past, who had tied up her long hair and drawn her eyebrows gently.
Her heart felt sad again, and she kept cutting and combing her hair. It was because of Li Chou that she frowned. In my heart. Looking at the sweet-smiling woman in the mirror, I thought of his joy when he saw her, and his face was filled with happiness.
He leaned against the river tower and looked through the window, with the dots of white sails reflected in his eyes. The color took away a little bit of hope and brought a slight disappointment. Looking closer, it was not Bai Fan, but a little bit of Li Ren's tears.
Time has passed, and I still stare at the white sail, but I don't know that my soul is broken. , Dreams accompany you. The longing is heartbreaking and soul-destroying.
How can the word "sorrow" be changed into a 600-word composition about Wangjiangnan? A 600-word composition about Wangjiangnan. The sky is also old when there is love, and the moon is full of love, and the moon sings for a long time, and people are haggard if they miss each other, and the clothes are getting wider and wider, but they will never regret it.
I remember that I once looked for him and said: The fish falls and the wild goose falls, the moon closes and the flowers are shy, which cannot be described. Your beauty will always remain in my heart. I would like to hold your hand and grow old together with you. A hundred years later, you are still the most beautiful in my heart.
Now, you are no longer there. It's yesterday's flowers. Does he still remember that she made a vow of eternal love with him? She is his most beloved lady. Looking forward to the south of the river, looking forward to her husband's return. Looking forward to her husband's return from the tower above the river. The river flows through the ages, and she looks forward to her husband forever. Zai.
For him, the beautiful face becomes yesterday’s flowers; for him, the three thousand green silk threads are stained with autumn frost.
But why, after thousands of sails have passed, I still can't find the figure I miss so much. Looking at the river, I am speechless, only a thousand lines of tears.
The river is long, the sound of waves is still, the slanting light has not yet fallen, and the thin longing. Haggard in the sunset under the autumn wind, heartbroken Bai Pinzhou rewrites the 600-word composition of Wang Jiangnan. The article is rewritten as the 600-word composition of Wang Jiangnan. You are like a rock, and I am like pampas grass. The pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock has no transfer. 7. Rewrite Wang Jiangnan into an article. A 600-word story
The dawn fog is about to subside, and there are a few stars in the sky. The moonlight enters the house, and the outline of the moon is blurred, and the pale light reflects the white light of the river. Moon, do you know the taste of a river that cannot be carried by autumn water? Do you know the sadness of missing someone who is thinner than a yellow flower, and whose tears are ice-cold and jade beads are slender?
A few wisps of morning breeze broke into the room, and I couldn't help but shiver. Sitting in front of the dressing table, the face in the bronze mirror was a little more radiant with anticipation, but also a little haggard because of the excitement and lack of sleep last night. Picking up the wooden comb, a waterfall of long hair hung down to her waist, with a few strands of white hair mixed in. She frowned slightly, her husband was about to return, how could he see his face as haggard as the autumn sun, and his hair dyed white by autumn frost. She gently rolled up her black hair and skillfully hid her white hair inside. She carefully combed her makeup and applied makeup and powder. But who in the past tied up her long hair and drew her eyebrows tenderly. Sadness and sadness arose in my heart again. I kept cutting, and my reasoning was still messy. It was the sorrow of separation that made me lower my brows, but it was still in my heart. Looking at the sweet-smiling woman in the mirror, thinking of his joy when he saw her, happiness overflowed on his face.
I moved to Wangjiang Tower and looked out the window. Dots of white sails came into my eyes, and the colors took away a little bit of expectations, bringing a slight disappointment. If you look closely, it's not Bai Fan, but Li Ren's tears. Time has passed, and I am still staring at the white sail, but I don’t know that my soul has been broken, and there are only dreams accompanying me. The longing is heartbreaking and soul-destroying. Such a feeling, how can the word "sorrow" be so important? If the sky is sentimental, the sky will also grow old. If the moon is sentimental, the moon will sing forever. If people are longing for each other, they will become haggard. Their clothes will become wider and wider, but they will never regret it. I remember that he once looked for him and said: The fish has fallen and the wild goose has fallen, the moon is closed and the flowers are shy. I can't describe your beauty. You will always be in my heart. I am willing to hold your hand and grow old together with you. A hundred years later, you, with gray hair, will still be the most beautiful in my heart.
Nowadays, the beauty is no longer there, it has become a thing of yesterday. Does he still remember that she once made a sea oath and a mountain alliance with him? She is his most beloved beauty.
Looking to the south of the Yangtze River, I look forward to my husband's return. I look forward to my husband's return from the tower above the river. The river flows through the ages, and I look forward to my husband for thousands of years. For him, the beautiful face turned into yesterday's flowers; for him, three thousand blue hairs were dyed with autumn frost. For him, for him, or for him, he would look thin in the mirror without hesitation. But why, Qianfan has passed by, but the figure he misses so much is still nowhere to be found. Looking at the river there are no words, only a thousand lines of tears. The river is long, the sound of the waves is still there, the slanting light has not yet set, the thin thoughts are haggard in the sunset under the autumn wind, and the heart is broken. Bai Pinzhou rewrites the 600-word composition of Wang Jiangnan. The article rewrites the 600-word composition of Wang Jiangnan from
You are a rock, I am a concubine. Think of it as pampas grass, pampas grass is as tough as silk, and the rock will not shift. 8. Rewrite "Wang Jiangnan" into prose
Another sleepless night, tossing and turning, finally made it to dawn. After hurriedly washing up, I didn’t bother to have breakfast, so I climbed up to the Wangjiang Tower and leaned on the railing to look out - my sweetheart has been away from home for many days, why can’t he come back to me?
I looked carefully at every ship that came, but every time my hope turned into disappointment. When countless sailing ships passed by, my heart became more and more desolate - the ship seemed familiar, where is my sweetheart now?
Before I knew it, the sun was setting. I looked at the surging river with a sense of loss, and my vision gradually blurred. The river flowing eastward, please carry my thoughts to find my sweetheart.
When the evening glow was about to disappear, I, who was pessimistic and disappointed, suddenly caught a glimpse of Baiping Island where we broke up. The island was still full of lush grass and the fragrance of birds and flowers. The scene of farewell reappeared in my mind, and my sweetheart's vow of eternal love seemed to ring in my ears again: Wait for me, I will be back soon!
How many days and nights soaked in the bitterness of longing passed by quietly. Facing Bai Pingzhou, where things are different and people are different, I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken... 9. Wang Jiangnan was rewritten as prose
What is prose? There are two concepts: broad and narrow.
Prose in a broad sense refers to all articles that do not rhyme in ancient times. However, the name "prose" did not exist in ancient times; the name "prose" only came into being during the May Fourth Movement.
In modern times, prose in a broad sense includes all narrative, argumentative, and lyrical styles except poetry, novels, dramas, and film and television literature. For example, Qin Mu's "The Prose Field of the Vast Sky" Said, "All short articles that do not belong to other literary genres but have a literary flavor belong to the scope of prose." In this way, there are classifications of lyrical prose, narrative prose and argumentative prose.
Prose in the narrow sense refers specifically to lyrical prose. This is because with the development of literary styles, narrative prose such as communication features, biographical literature, reportage, etc., have developed into independent literary styles, each of which has its own category; argumentative prose has a special name - essays, which are also derived from prose. After separation, all that remains is lyrical prose, which is prose in a narrow sense.
The poem "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River" is inspired by the scenery and blends the scenes. The late spring scenes such as leaning willows, towers, spring water, city flowers, misty rain, etc., as well as the details of burning new fires and trying new teas, delicately and vividly express the author's subtle and complex inner activities, and express the wanderer's burning homesickness. feeling.
It perfectly combines writing about foreign scenery and expressing homesickness. This poem can be rewritten into a lyrical prose, using the description of the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan as a carrier, and implicitly expressing one's infinite attachment to hometown. 10. Who can expand "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River" into a 600-word essay, urgently needed
The belated morning light spread across the blue sea, and finally reflected the haggard figure of the woman sitting by the window. What are you waiting for, what are you looking at, I think I should know the answer. The bronze mirror on the table reflects the beautiful face of the beautiful girl, with her hair in a bun, but no matter how beautiful the face is, it can't cover up the indelible look on her face. The pain. Looking out the window, I can no longer see the beautiful sea of ??roses, only the deep blue of the sea and the feeble paleness of the sky; the crazy ivy climbs all over the snow-white wall, trying to bury those She didn't care about the past oaths of friendship. She just looked at the distant place where the sea and the sky met. The appearance of every ship made her heart skip a beat, but what followed was a deeper disappointment. She was fragile. , I thought. The powerful light of the bloody sunset brought out a series of sea foam, and the red clouds in the sky, what are they hinting at? She still looked at the line that flickered, waiting for him, waiting, even if it was a silk letter. The long waves of the water, just like her longing for him, stretched endlessly. The white sail was in a blood-red sea. The color of her face was dyed with the last touch of red of the day. She suddenly wanted to shout his name, but unfortunately, her hope was shattered before she had time to hope. It was not him, and it was not him. Recalling the "Poetry Mountains and Seas" "Always present, like the sun and the moon without rest", and those gentle and almost false rhetoric, are they just jokingly subverting those cramped rhymes? The pale moonlight highlighted the cold sea water, which penetrated to the bone. The mist on the sea swayed with it and must have settled in her eyes. Otherwise, her eyes would not be wet...