In an instant, I rode away in a hurry, and I turned my head to Qingming.
A foggy day.
The shepherd boy saw me, too. "
The shepherd boy smiled.
In front of the houses on both sides, I quickly answered, and I felt very uncomfortable. I don't know how much suffering awaits me on the road in the future. They are all white. From then on, I walked five miles ahead, and the pure sunshine shone directly into my heart. "
It's really hard to talk about a pot.
Ding Rinrin ~ Ding Rinrin ~
There was a bell behind me, making the sky dark.
"I wish Mr. Smooth, as if someone accidentally knocked over the ink bottle. Is this a restaurant for entertaining guests? For the sake of ideals, it is Qingming, leaving, at this specific time, carrying heavy bags: "I am from Kyoto, and occasionally there are one or two pedestrians. I wonder if they have added some silver hair to their temples.
I'm alone.
Today, here now, who was exiled to such a poor place. Walking alone on this desolate road.
I packed my bags again. Cattle also walked slowly, thin rain. "The shepherd boy seemed to perceive my displeasure and lay prone on the distant mountain.
No wonder he cut the bamboo flute leisurely and rode on the back of the old cow.
When I stop, I can see Xinghua Village. What am I at this time? "The shepherd boy asked me with a smile." I replied, as if he was not infected by the solar term injury at this time. For the sake of ideals, from the clouds like the gauze of the sky window, the cowbell on the neck makes a crisp sound and melts into the air.
I stood there and found a shepherd boy of 12 years old for my ideal.
I paused, sticking to your heart like a xanthium ball. Yes, looking at the hazy ahead, I quickly stopped the ox and looked up at the gray sky. I don't know if they are in good health, but I feel a little sad.
"I'm here for the ideal, with a different mood.
"Dare to ask Mr Where to go, will produce this kind of emotion, answer, eyes reveal sadness.
I sighed and lit. I don't know why Mr. Wang came. From time to time, firecrackers and people's voices tell me that I haven't seen my old father and mother for several years.
I continued to walk towards the market ahead, and the fog in my heart was dispelled: "Teacher Wang is asking the right person, and my heart is like ups and downs. I don't know if I can complete my dream and Huang Ju, but I am also very anxious. "
2. Rewrite the poem Qingming into a 500-word composition. When Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, it always rains continuously.
Under the erosion of rain, the willows turned a little green and the wicker was graceful. Under the blowing of the wind, the yangko was danced for nothing. Most areas of the earth are green.
What a beautiful spring, Du! Old buffalo, grazing cowboys by the lake, enjoys the beauty of youth. At this time, a scholar staggered over, wearing a white coat and a "Taibai" hat, stroking Zhina's beard, which was not too long.
It may be Tomb-Sweeping Day! He was lost in thought, perhaps to miss the dead. Walking in a sparse crowd, he stands out.
At this moment, the scholar came over, bowed respectfully to the cowherd and said, "Excuse me, little brother, where is a restaurant nearby?" The cowboy put down the piccolo and thought, maybe he is drowning his sorrows in wine and can't wait to find a hotel! So he rode on the back of the cow and pointed to nearby Xinghua Village, a well-known village that specializes in producing good wine. The scholar listened and thanked him.
After that, I showed a long-lost smile and went to that mysterious place-"Xingdahua Village!" If you feel uncomfortable, please modify it yourself ~ ~ ~ It should be adopted. Thank you.
Please rewrite the poem Qingming into a short essay. On this day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and it was gray. I am walking on the road far away from my hometown, thinking of my dead relatives, and my heart is extremely sad. I want to go to the pub to drink some wine to relieve my sadness, grief, irritability and depression, so I asked the shepherd boy on the roadside, "Excuse me, is there a restaurant near here?" I saw the shepherd boy pointing to the village behind the apricot blossom forest. I walked over and saw white apricot flowers. I was very happy. I went to the village and saw a restaurant. After going in, I drank a lot of wine. I have always believed that wine can relieve my troubles, and I very much hope to succeed today. After drinking for three hours, I feel cheerful. Then the sun came out and my mood was more like before.
I sincerely sigh: "This year in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it's really a joy after sorrow, thank you for these wines!"
After the rain, everything becomes fresh and bright. The dust on the grass was washed clean by rain beads. Flowers give off that sweet fragrance, butterflies are flying among the flowers, and everything has changed.
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4. The expansion and rewriting of the poem Qingming comes to Tomb-Sweeping Day, and it is always rainy. Under the erosion of rain, the willows became a little green, the wickers were graceful and danced yangko under the spring breeze. Most areas of the earth are green. What a beautiful spring! Old buffalo, grazing cowboys by the lake, enjoys the beauty of youth. At this time, a scholar staggered over, wearing a white coat and a "white" hat, stroking his beard, which was not too long. It may be Tomb-Sweeping Day! He was lost in thought, perhaps to miss the dead. Walking in a sparse crowd, he stands out. At this moment, the scholar came over, bowed respectfully to the cowherd and said, "Excuse me, little brother, where is a restaurant nearby?" The cowboy put down the piccolo and thought, maybe he is drowning his sorrows in wine and can't wait to find a hotel! So, he rode on the back of the cow and pointed to the nearby Xinghua Village, a well-known village that specializes in producing good wine. The scholar listened and thanked him. After that, I smiled for a long time and went to the mysterious place-"Xinghua Village"
5. Rewrite the poem Tomb-Sweeping Day into a 500-word composition. The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. " When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away.
Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home. At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident. Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus. On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits. We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs.
After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances. I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang. The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears. Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." (The process of going to the grave is not specific)
This is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It's so meaningful. It's unusual. It's much better. It's so interesting and unusual. There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals. It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.
I hope this will help you! ! ! ! !
6. Rewrite the poem Tomb-Sweeping Day into a 500-word composition. The ancients said: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. "
When I think of this poem by a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming, and the footsteps of Qingming are not far away, only one step away. Because Tomb-Sweeping Day is at school and can't live at home.
At home, it's really delicious to eat the fruit that you can't usually eat! Moreover, you can't go to the countryside to sweep graves (go hiking) with your family at home, to pay homage to old friends who died, to pay New Year greetings to them, and to send them delicious food cooked at home-Qingming fruit. Let them wish me better study and success in my studies.
So, on Saturday, my father took a break in the excellent model essay copyright house and decided to take me back to my hometown to visit my grandmother. I immediately brought the Qingming fruit made at home, put a basket and a clean newspaper under it, and then carefully laid the Qingming fruit in it to avoid an accident.
Finally, I put the basket in the trunk of the car. After everything was ready, our family got on the bus.
On the bumpy mountain road, the car kept bumping, and then I remembered the delicious food in the trunk. I am very worried and worried. I told dad to drive slowly, especially where there are pits.
We took a leisurely ride, just like an old cow dragging its legs. After half an hour of turbulence, we finally reached grandma's grave. I'll take out the Qingming fruit and put it away. I took the incense, bowed deeply and made several obeisances.
I invited Ann to my grandmother's house and asked him about the copyright of excellent model essays. After he finished the etiquette of the Chinese nation, he took out firecrackers and rang.
The sound is deafening, just like thunder in the sky. Scared my brother to tears.
Later, I silently made a wish in front of the grave, "I hope grandma can bless me to make faster progress in my studies, and my whole family will live a happy life, be healthy and succeed in my studies." It is worth mentioning that this is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. It is so meaningful, unusual and much better. It is so interesting and unusual.
There are activities, studies and delicious food. This is a festival different from other festivals.
It is much more interesting and meaningful than western festivals.