"Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I beat the wind of his evening!" And now, I don't even have any wine, how can I kill my sorrows?
Not far away is a small stream, flowing, the sound of the flowing water is melodious and pleasing to the ear. There was a small wooden bridge over the stream, and the water flowed under the bridge. The banks were covered with weeds, which seemed to me to invite boredom. On the other side of the bridge was a small village with a few thatched-roof homes. They were probably cooking dinner - with wisps of smoke. Further away, the mountains rise and fall. What's further away? Farther away, still mountains. How long do I have to walk up this mountain before it ends?
I am riding a thin horse on an ancient road in disrepair. The saddle on the horse's back has lost a layer of skin, and the stirrups are polished. What about me? I am as thin as this horse, and I have gray hair. When will I stop worrying? I'm not sure when I'll be able to go home, but I'm sure I'll be able to go home.
By the side of the road, the old tree covered with dead vines straight up, black, lifeless. It is like an old man, but also like a statue. Think of the prosperous sycamore tree in front of the house, entwined with the evergreen vines, think so familiar, and so strange.
The west wind is blowing, the sunset convergence of the last light on the earth. I can't help but be alarmed at the thought of a long night, and I haven't even eaten yet.
The dusk crows circled and cawed above my head, as if asking me: who are you? Where is home?
I couldn't help but reply, "Broken hearted people at the end of the world!" O crow, can you understand my longing for home!
I can't help but answer, "The broken hearted man is at the end of the world."
Can you understand my longing for home?
Bai Juyi, who had been relegated to the position of Secretary of State for Jiangzhou, sent his friends to Xunyanglou (present-day Jiujiang, Jiangxi Province) at the head of the river. The two men were drinking wine and talking about their feelings, and they felt infinite despondency in their hearts.
Suddenly, with the Xi Xi night wind, from the nearby boat floated a pipa sound. The sound was so cold that it froze the hearts of Bai Juyi and his friends.
They moved their boat towards the pipa boat and asked who was playing the pipa in the boat. The sound of the pipa stopped, and only after a while did they hear the sound of a middle-aged woman answering.
Bai Juyi then invited the woman to come over to the boat to play a song, and she came out only after a thousand calls. Bai Juyi and his friends "add wine back to the lamp", re-open the banquet, to enjoy the woman playing the pipa.
The woman tuned the strings to try out the sound, first played "Nishang" and then played the capital's popular "six youngest". I saw her "low eyebrows and hands", completely a connoisseur's look.
She "gently and slowly twisted and wiped and picked", the pipa in her hands as if in the life of the "uninspiring" "infinite things"; interlaced sound of the big strings, small strings, but also sent out thousands of The interlocking strings of the lute also emit thousands of "secret sorrows and hatred". At the end of the song, a crack, the listener from the dreamlike realm back to the real world.
At this moment, "the east boat and the west boat quietly no words, but to see the heart of the river autumn moon white". Bai Juyi marveled: he came to this remote place for almost two years, his ears heard all the mountain songs, village flute, never heard anyone say that there will play the pipa, and the skill is so superb.
I think the female pipa player must have some history. He couldn't help but ask: "May I ask, why does the sound of the lute carry so much sadness and depression?" The woman pondered for a while, inserted the plectrum into the strings, stood up and said seriously, "I was originally a popular songstress in the capital, and my family lives in the ugly woman's house (in the southeast of Chang'an City).
Thirteen years old into the workshop to learn the pipa, after the completion of the first part of the ranking, I play music, even the masters are y admired; my posture, but also often envied by some beautiful women. The rich and noble disciples all vied with ten thousand to play me, but no one truly loved me."
"After that, my brother left from the army and my sister died. My youth also gradually faded and my face aged.
Gradually, my family fell out of favor, and my carriages and horses thinned out, so I couldn't make a living, and I had to marry a "merchant" as my wife.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea for me to go back to the old days, when I was in the middle of my life.
The month before he went to Fuyang (now Jingdezhen, Jiangxi Province) to buy tea to go, leaving me here alone to guard the empty boat.
But where is my soulmate in this place where the moon and the river are cold? "We are all at the same end of the world, and we have met before!
Please do not excuse yourself, sit down and play another tune, and I will write a Pipa Xing especially for you." The woman was so moved that she did not know what to do when she heard that the great poet Bai Juyi, who had been known for a long time, was in front of her, and that he was going to write a poem for her.
She stood for a long time before sitting down and continuing to play the lute. This time, the sound of the lute was even more desolate.
Those who listened to the lute in the surrounding area covered their faces with their sleeves and wept. The saddest of the crowd was Bai Juyi.
His sleeve was soaked with tears. Bai Juyi sent away the pipa girl, and then sent away his friend.
A person with the wind standing on the riverbank, looking at the rolling river and the wind swinging maple leaves, dixie, suddenly poetic surge, can not stop facing the heavens, on the embankment of the river loudly chanting up: "Xunyang River head of the night to send the guest, maple leaves and dixie autumn serene ....... So, a vivid, but wonderful description of the music playing skills of the "pipa line" was born. In this poem, Bai Juyi sympathizes with the pipa girl's misfortune, and at the same time describes her pipa playing to the fullest extent.
3. Using Li Bai's "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" to rewrite his essayThe moon is bright in the sky, and the moonlight is like water.
The silvery-white moonlight from the dark canopy sprinkled to the earth, for the earth a hazy veil, but also to the long closed petals of the flowers added a touch of charm. But it wasn't long before the moon hid behind the dark clouds.
Now it is late at night, the quiet night, only a few sound seems to be no insects chirping, the flowers have faded from the gorgeous clothes, into a sweet dream. At this time, they seem to be like a shy little girl with her head hung low, but also have a few flavors.
I closed my eyes and felt the charm of this lonely night. I put a pot of wine into this flowers, pick up the wine cup, this wine seems to be also stained with some flowers fragrance, I savor the delicate flavor.
Unfortunately, there is not a friend or family member to share the pleasure of drinking with me on this wonderful moonlit night, only I am alone, drinking alone. I looked up at the moon looming in the sky.
Tonight, there are only a few stars in the dark sky, which is quite a bit of "moon and stars" flavor. At the moment, even the moon seems to be shrouded in loneliness.
I picked up a glass of wine and raised it above my head, inviting the moon to drink with me***. In this lonely night, only you can be with me! I drank the glass freely.
The moon, as if hearing my call, quietly poked its head out from behind the clouds, and I peered down to see my shadow also floating vaguely behind me, as if it also wanted to take part in this joy of drinking away my sorrows. The shadow, the moon and I, **** drink has been three people, finally wiped away a little loneliness! I drank another cup, the heart is much happier, the glass will be held high to invite them and I *** joy: "Friends, you and I are not easy to get together here, why not drink a cup to celebrate it?" This empty night, my voice gradually swallowed by the loneliness, no one to respond to me.
Yes, the moon doesn't know how to drink at all, and can't understand the joy of drinking; the shadow is only accompanied by me in vain, following me this lonely body! The moon can only stay alone in the distant sky day and night, and the shadow can only follow me at my feet for the rest of my life.
How similar we are in this moment! We can only now temporarily accompany each other to abate the loneliness. In this wonderful moonlit night, I should take advantage of the spring night, in time to have fun ah! It's too monotonous to just drink, so let's compose a poem to cheer us up!
I was dancing again, accompanied by a slight drunkenness to dance without rhythm, the shadow also echoed me, with me dancing disorderly.
We are here, *** enjoying the night of the moon, *** enjoying the joy of song and dance, *** enjoying the joy of wine! What is that bit of loneliness just now? It is enough for the three of us to gather together! I held up the glass and drank freely, for our friendship blessing! The night is getting deeper and deeper. The moon hides behind the dark clouds, my shadow becomes erratic, my drunkenness with the cool wind, but also slowly subside.
I looked around, the night is getting deeper and deeper, as if it wants to swallow everything, even the only bit of bright moonlight has become weak. Shadows loomed behind me as if ready to flee from me at any moment.
Everything seems to be going back to the way it was at the beginning. Oy! We **** together in sobriety, but in the drunkenness but forget each other, I can no longer find your figure.
We are destined to be dispersed because of the short-lived pleasure and bonding. I can't help but feel some sadness in the bottom of my heart.
But this hard-won friendship, how can you let it so quickly and easily dissipated? Our equally lonely hearts are always connected. The human world is full of mundane and complicated, perhaps only the Milky Way in the sky, can wash our lonely heart! For the sake of our eternal friendship, let us form a friendship that forgets the world, and promise to meet again in the distant Milky Way! The moon gradually disappeared behind the clouds, and the shadows slowly disappeared along with it.
The night is still so quiet. The first time I saw this, it was as if everything was just a dream.
I picked up the wine pot in the flowers, singing a tune that is not in tune, staggering into the deeper and deeper night .......
4. Ask the gods to adapt the lyrics of Mao Yi's Fading Sorrows into a verse versionAdaptation of Fading Sorrows
Lyrics
When you walk into this merrymaking ground
With all the hearts and pangs
The same make-up on all kinds of faces
No one remembers what you look like
The banquet hasn't opened yet and you're in the corner
Stubbornly looking at the Gray fire
Watching him drowned in the sky
You picked up a glass of wine and said to yourself
One glass to the sky, one glass to the eight wastelands
With my yearning, it's hard to go past the heaven
Even if I can fly against the wind without looking back
Who knows that there are foxes in the jungle, wolves in the prairie
One glass to the green and yellow, one glass to the snow
To my goodness, I'll wear the same dress, I will wear it with my heart.
I've been looking at the road from north to south since then
A cup to death
Tolerating my mediocrity and disturbing my faith
After I leave the table in confusion, I can start again
Lost hearts are the most desolate
After I leave the table in confusion, I can start again
Lost hearts are the most desolate
5. Narrative Essay Adapted from Drunken Blossom YinAutumn Silence (Adapted from Drunken Blossom Yin)
Wu Jie
The Sky is the limit of the world. p>
The sky, are you as sad as I am? The clouds are curling around your brow, are you also crying in secret? Day by day, as such, Rui brain incense in my eyes again and again in a trance burned out embers, fell into the incense burner, the house smoked very fragrant, very fragrant. But there was never anyone to **** enjoy with me.
In every festive season twice think of relatives on the night of the Chongyang Festival, I alone pillow jade pillow, sleep in the gauze closet. In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt the cool air through the heart, could not help but wake up. I was able to get up and sit on the bed, and the moon, like frost, penetrated into the closet. The night is silent, can not see the full moon, but a thousand lines of tears, nowhere to talk about the bleak.
Recalling this day, I was alone in the Chrysanthemum Garden, but the more I drank, the more lonely I felt, and the more fragrant the flowers became, the more irritating I felt. The more I drink, the more lonely I feel, and the more fragrant the flowers become, the more annoying I feel. At dusk, the sunset is a good time to decadence, and it is even more worrying. Feelings, casually pick up a few lines "sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk", "it's easy to see when you're not," the heart is suddenly like a mess, want to raise a glass to dispel the sadness, but the wine into the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness of the sadness.... ...Autumn heart dripping blood, bitter and unbearable.
The autumn wind rolls curtains, because of the pain of loneliness, because of the pain of lovesickness, I am more and more emaciated, to the mirror sideburns, and found myself long ago than the thinning of the yellow flowers can not be destroyed.
6. Qingming FestivalOn the day of the Qingming Festival, the spring rain kept falling.
At this time, the flowers are beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, grass is also vibrant. The poet was very sad because he couldn't travel with his friends and family, and he was walking alone on the rainy road, feeling very sad and miserable.
How can he relieve himself of his sorrow? The poet thought while blinking his eyes. I think it's a good idea to find a hotel where you can have a drink.
But where can I find a hotel in this unfamiliar place? The poet again started to worry, suddenly, then he saw the front came a yellow cow is mooing it, a shepherd boy wearing a straw raincoat, wearing a hat on his head, riding on the back of the cow, is singing it. The poet was overjoyed, and rushed up to him and asked, "Little brother, where is the hotel in this neighborhood?" The shepherd boy replied, "In this neighborhood, there is an Apricot Blossom Village Hotel in the Apricot Blossom Village in front.
The wine there, you drink a mouthful, sweet and delicious, drink two mouthfuls, into the heart, drink three mouthfuls, the whole body warm. There, the boss's wife is more, the next drink dishes unique: there are fragrant leeks eggs, there are mouth-watering powerful grilled chicken ...... is really "this flavor should only be on the sky, the earth can have a few times to taste" ah! "Said the shepherd boy left saliva, the poet listened, and hastened to say:" Thank you little brother."
And flew away.
7. Help rewrite a composition(a)
Tonight is the night of Tanabata, my birthday! It's full of spring flowers, autumn and moon, and carved fences. Twilight reflects the palace walls, flowers and grasses hazy vaguely visible. Birds chirped and chirped, rushing back to their nests. In the night sky, the stars shine, the moon is as delicate as white silk. Treading on the moonlight shadow, the red dress colorful beauties show their feet and lotus steps, only to hear the songstresses sing four songs of joy. Tonight is the day of the meeting of the Cowherd and the Weaving Maiden, isn't it? At least this night is me, this dead king's birthday. At this moment, I can not help but recall ......
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I do not understand why I am the king.
Standing on the small building, not only remembered many past events.
When I was born, I was faced with the Book of Poetry and the bow and sword given to me by my father, and chose the former. When I went out hunting, I shot an arrow at Tai Fu's hat and fell off my horse when I saw the hounds. Taifu hated me because I couldn't ride the sands. But I know that I love words.
In my opinion, words are the genie in literature. All I have are words, and only words can play what my heart desires.
Now, I am locked in the cold upstairs. The first time I looked back at the moon, the people of my country were all right, weren't they?
I wonder why I am a lyricist!
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Jump out of the memories. I want to celebrate my birthday. I told the courtesans to sing my new lyric over and over again. I am convinced that the words are my most beautiful words, words of despair, of pure tears!
Emperor Song sent a poisoned wine for me. Because he hated this lyric, he said I intended to plot against him! I laughed long and hard at him for wanting to kill me, and laughed even more at him for not understanding this wonderful elf, the king of a country!
Before I died, I wondered: why am I a king, why am I still a lyricist? I was thinking, "Why am I a king, why am I still a lyricist?" I recited last night's new words again! After all, I was not able to understand why I am so and so!
I closed my eyes and wondered what my descendants would think of me.
I'd like to ask you how many sorrows you can have.
I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do with this.
8. A Pruned Plum RewriteRewrite A Pruned Plum. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure who sent me the letter in the clouds, but I'm not sure who sent me the letter. The moon is full in the west tower when the geese return.
Flowers from the floating water from the flow, a kind of lovesickness, two idle sadness. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it, and then you have to get rid of it, and then you have to get rid of it.
Early fall, the original lush pool of lotus flowers have failed, looking at the withered lotus leaves, she could not help but think of the parting advice of the grandfather: "Yi-An, alone at home to take care of yourself, I will send you a letter when I get to the capital." A goodbye for a long time, autumn is getting cooler, far away from him okay?
Lightly remove the outside of the hooded skirt, pick up the petticoat jumped on the boat moored in the lake, as if she returned to the girlhood, also want to pan the light boat to dispel the heart of sorrow.
However, the moonlight reflected the clouds in the sky, with a light sadness sprinkled on her, so that she could not help but worry about the far away husband.
A gust of wind, blowing down the shore of a few clusters of chrysanthemum petals, those clusters of chrysanthemums alone in the wind trembling, thin branches and trunks like the very moment of her. She looked at the rippling lake, could not help but sigh softly. Flowers from the floating water from the flow, they do not understand the pain of lovesickness, they do not understand the lonely heart of the departed. The fall on the heart, how a word of sadness!
Her tears slid down her face, wetting the clothes she held in her arms. She was sitting quietly in the bow of the boat, the tightly locked eyebrows, although gradually relaxed, but lingering in the heart of the love is always hovering.
Vaguely, she heard someone shouting at her from the shore, and the voice, like a long time away from home, she turned back violently, but the shore was empty. She grabbed her clothes and her tears flowed more violently. Why, every time I hear it is you, every time there is no you?
I do not know when the drizzle, hit the remnants of the lotus, in in this quiet lake heard clearly. This always does not break the sound, as if the continuous bell, one by one knocked on her heart.
9. put weicheng song rewrite essay 100In the morning, push open the door of the room, feel a different fresh and cool, originally, touched a light rain. The sky is misty, slanting rain and breeze, a layer of mist around the Wei Cheng. Riding on the stagecoach road, the heart doubly desolate, and some reluctance, because today is a good friend Yuanjun westbound out of the day. When I think of my old friend leaving me soon, my heart is a little sour. However, he is going to protect the family for the country, guarding the border ah! Thinking of this, this bleakness turned into sweetness and pride again. Thick, there is indescribable comfort, paste in the heart.
Rain, fluttering, such as a number of goose feathers gently sprinkled on both sides of the Weishui River, drops of rain as if thousands of light and soft fingers, such as a mirror on the surface of the Weishui River plucked out a song of sadness of the parting song. The original dusty stagecoach road was also washed clean by the rain, the willow leaves also took off her gray clothes, revealing the new color, lining the stagecoach road side of the guest house is also verdant. Points of green as if hundreds of millions of gentle and beautiful girls, in the straight stagecoach road beside the interpretation of a section of the elegance of the dance of farewell. This silent rain ah, this serene green ah, seems to be the careful arrangement of the heavens especially for Yuanjun.
"Yuanjun ah, drink another cup! If you go out of this western Yangguan, you will never see your former soulmate ah!" The parting wine was drunk cup after cup; the words of blessing were said over and over again. I was afraid that he would never come back, but I couldn't say anything to keep him; I was afraid that I would never see him again, but the moment of parting was getting closer and closer. Rain, suddenly stopped, the wind, held his breath, the fog, also disappeared without a trace. Everything in the world has quieted down, leaving only the stagecoach road stretching to the west and Yuanjun's lonely back.
Looking at the sun that climbed up to the sky, listening to the sound of hoofbeats that faded away, as if everything is back to the old days.