Kind and beautiful girl,
My hero's good spouse.
Shepherd's purse is uneven in length,
The girl went to pick around.
Kind and beautiful girl,
I woke up and dreamed of her.
Missing and pursuing are unattainable,
Wake up and dream of Sauvignon Blanc.
I miss you very much,
Tossing and turning is hard to sleep.
Shepherd's purse is uneven in length,
The girl went to pick around.
Kind and beautiful girl,
Play the harp and get close to her.
Shepherd's purse is uneven in length,
The girl went around to pick it up.
Kind and beautiful girl,
Ring the bell and drum to please her.
2. Enlarge "Jianji" or "Guanju" and rewrite it into a 600-word composition. Pheasants sang in a closed place, accompanied by a heavenly duet, and both of them landed on the sandbar in the river. I stood in the misty forest and looked into the distance, as if I saw her. She stood in the warm wind with a quiet smile on her face. Looking at her capable and beautiful appearance, my heart suddenly ripples into a circle. ...
Long and short shepherd's purse floated on the water. In the dim light, I saw her picking the green shepherd's purse stems along the water. Looking at her bright smile, I also smiled. She doesn't know that I miss her day and night, whether in my dream or awake, day or night. ...
Although I miss her very much, she still can't come to me and see the white clouds floating in the sky. In the snow-white clouds, I seem to see her shadow and her quiet smile. She makes me miss you so much. In the moonlight, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. ...
Shepherd's purse grows unevenly in water. In my dream, I saw her pick shepherd's purse from one side to the other. Looking at her walking lightly, I couldn't help saying the words that have been buried in my heart for a long time: "A virtuous and beautiful girl, I believe we will be in harmony like harps and harps and love each other forever ..."
The long and short shepherd's purse floated around with the water waves, and I vaguely saw her picking from left to right. Listening to the festive firecrackers outside the window, I made an eternal promise: "Kind and beautiful girl, I will definitely ring the bell and drum to marry you ..."
3. How to enlarge the ancient poem Guanju into an 800-word composition Guanju, Guanju. . . "
The familiar sound of waterfowl rings in my ears again. The rippling lake is more charming under the wind.
Just like her. .
Beautiful face, graceful figure, stroking the water with the current, delicate hands in the evening. She is just the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtaking in beauty.
Ironically, the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely refused. I have always been confident, suddenly lost my direction, lost and confused, dissolved in wine and burned in my heart. For several nights, I couldn't sleep, and I only thought about her. But for the next few days, I was still afraid to say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her again before I left. I still walked past the leek like a fairy, and I was still delicate. And I am not qualified to accompany her, but I want to leave this heartbreaking place alone. . Thought of here, a sadness welled up in my heart, untied the lyre tied behind me and sang a solo song "Beauty Pity". I want to vent my depression, but it's hard to restrain my admiration. At the end of the song, I sighed again I thought: it's time to go.
"That song is Beauty Pity?"
I looked up in surprise. It turned out that she didn't know when she had parked the boat beside me. I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
She looked at me with a smile. "Can you play another song, son?"
"Ask the girl for advice."
After more than ten days, every day at sunset, I would always sit by the lake and play for her as she walked past the leek, and she began to sing along with the melody. Waterbirds croak, water shepherd's purse shakes with the wind, and songs and songs echo on the lake. . I suddenly found this place more beautiful and hopeful than before.
But now, without her, the sunset looks so bleak.
Waterbirds are still flying low there, shepherd's purse is still swaying in the wind, and the lyre on my knee has not been played for a long time. I wonder if the melody it plays is still beautiful.
A gust of wind blew, and the love songs of the past sounded again, for her who had been circulated in leeks and for Iraqis far away. . ..
A Journey to the South of the Yangtze River —— Rewriting Guan Ju
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
-"The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanju"
This pair of waterfowl swam to a mirage.
Is it still in your hazy pupil?
Oh, as long as your ears
Still haunting their heartfelt cries
My heart can hear your heartbeat.
Last April, I put today's dream
Plant it in your heart.
Blue waves of different lengths.
Passing my little sailboat.
But the harp in my arms
With my slender fingers
Hit left and right.
A shabby shepherd's purse is in the distance.
Surprised at this happy man.
My love is in your heart at this moment.
If the following happens, will there be splash?
You want to keep this painting forever.
Please take your thoughts with you.
But I clearly see that
You stand in the shade on the other side of me.
Branches of peach trees
It is in your hair with pink flowers.
Dear you
What are you waiting for?
Looking forward to a rain in Mao Mao.
Keep out the bright stars in your eyes
My love, if you are still by the boat.
Visible splash? If you are still at the water's edge
Visible green shepherd's purse, how much growth?
Interlaced thoughts
My love, if you have fallen asleep.
You know, I am here.
I am here ...
It is rare to rewrite Guan Ju's composition in about 400 words in a refreshing summer.
Sunlight crept through the window lattice, and the railings outside the window were covered with cool mottled leaves. So he followed the footsteps of the sun fragments and the pleasant whistle of pheasants aimlessly, feeling particularly comfortable. It seems that I haven't been in such a good mood for a long time. Looking at the other side of the lake from a distance, a gentle and graceful woman in a plain skirt is trying to smooth the restless lake with her hands, lowering her head and gently selecting green water plants.
So he walked quickly in the direction of the woman. He wants to chat with her on such a beautiful afternoon to relieve the tired emptiness in his heart.
But when he approached, his steps stopped involuntarily. -the grass in the lake is smart in the breeze, which sets off the quiet and beautiful face together with the rolling clouds in the blue sky. Although she bent down to pick up grass, the graceful silhouette was enough for him to imagine her elegant and graceful walking posture. Although she is a simple woman, her eyes are a little melancholy, and her chin is slightly lowered, which sets off her usual clarity and high altitude.
The wind messed up her hair and his thoughts.
He watched all this with bated breath.
This passionate wind struck the memory of his hazy dream like lightning, and then he really knew, "She appeared in my dream many times!" " "
The woman seemed to perceive someone standing beside her, stroking her long hair gently, tilting her face slightly, staring at the strange man like a deer, her eyes staring at each other, her heart softening into a charming aquatic plant. Women smiled and bowed their heads, ranging from smart children to shy girls. Suddenly, such a smiling moment, like a rose that blooms thousands of times under the lens, took away his whole heart at once.
The most gentle is that bow, like a lotus flower. From then on, there was no room in his mind. Every corner is covered with pictures of women smiling.
Tossing and turning, he knew that this was love at first sight. Staring at the blue-black sky in the distance, watching the sparse stars in the distance. This song is full of worries.
All because the woman euphemistically refused his love. She has her own sweetheart. Similarly, his smile is the most precious in her memory.
After all, he still understands that this is an unchangeable ending. But how much he wants to play a song she likes to listen to in front of her. If she wants to listen, he is willing to play it for her all afternoon, even for life.
The still water is deep, all the injured thoughts flow to the deepest part of the heart valley, and put your heart in the tenderest place in your heart.
5. Guan Ju continued to write that I walked quietly around the West Lake. The warm wind on the shore brushed my face, which was very comfortable.
"Cough, cough, cough" I coughed again. I put my hand over my chest and kept breathing.
I can't remember when I got this disease. Anyway, I have been coughing for as long as I can remember. It is because of this damn consumption that I have been trapped in that scarlet mansion 18 years. Today is my eighteenth birthday. My mother promised me that I could go in and out of the mansion freely when I was eighteen, but on condition that I had to take a group of servants with me.
"Master, you are coughing again." Buddhist nun put his cloak over my shoulder. Although I don't want it, I know I can't refuse it.
The soft white clouds in the distance wipe the clear sky, and the wicker beside the embankment dances with the wind, occasionally crossing the water surface, causing ripples, which is very beautiful. An osprey flies over the lake with a lively carp in its pointed beak.
Then I saw her.
She was wearing a plain white dress, and her long black hair gently rubbed her cheeks. She knelt on the side of the boat and leaned over to fish out of the water with yellow shepherd's purse. Her pale and slender fingers were slightly transparent in the water, and the water was sparkling, and her reflected face was clearly extinguished. Her face is not delicate but delicate, and there is a sense of peace between her brow.
The beauty in the room is like a cloud, but I think she is beautiful.
"Who is she?"
"Seems to be the ferryman's granddaughter called Yang, what's her name? I see her every time I go to the market. Well, that boat is her home. " I heard the maids whispering to each other.
Man Qing? This name suits her very well.
In the next few months, I will go to the West Lake every day to see the blue sky, the green water and her.
Sometimes I get carried away until the maids burst into laughter.
After a long time, Man Qing naturally found me.
I still remember the blush on her cheeks, the faint smile and the beauty of the country when I first saw her.
Occasionally, she sat in a boat surrounded by blooming white lotus, looked at the green lake, stroking a lute with pale and slender fingers, and the piano sounded melodious like nature.
I haven't said a word to Man Qing yet, but rumors among servants have been surging. How could my parents not know?
Strangely, parents just laughed without saying a word, and the rumors naturally disappeared.
Only I know why. Jiangnan festival
6. Change Guan Ju into a 600-word composition. The pheasant pigeons were singing in Guanguan, and with a heavenly duet, they both landed on the sandbar in the river.
I stood in the misty forest and looked into the distance, as if I saw her. She stood in the warm wind with a quiet smile on her face.
Looking at her capable and beautiful appearance, I suddenly felt a ripple in my heart ... long and short water shepherd's purse floated on the water, and in the dim light, I saw her picking green water shepherd's purse stems along the water. Looking at her bright smile, I also smiled.
She doesn't know that I miss her day and night, whether in my dream or awake, day or night ... although I miss her very much, she still can't come to me and look at the white clouds floating in the sky. In the snow-white clouds, I seem to see her shadow, as if I saw her quiet smile. She makes me miss you so much.
In the moonlight, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time ... shepherd's purse grew unevenly in the water. In my dream, I saw her pick shepherd's purse from one side to the other. Watching her walk lightly, I couldn't help saying the words buried in my heart for a long time: "Kind and beautiful girl, I believe we will be in harmony like harps and harps and love each other forever ..." The long and short shepherd's purse floated around with the water waves, and I vaguely saw her picking around.
Listening to the festive firecrackers outside the window, I made an eternal promise: "What a beautiful girl, I will definitely beat gongs and drums to marry you …".