Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo grove,
Playing the zither and then wailing.
Deep forest people do not know,
The moon to shine.
A wisp of wind, the dense bamboo forest is wind blowing soughing sound. In a rustle of bamboo leaves, a curved path paved with green leaves extends to the depths of the bamboo forest ......
The night is quiet, it seems that everything is sleeping into a dream, the quiet valley is silent. "Dang"... "Dang"...a melodious sound of the ancient zither echoes. The sound of this zither was sometimes high, sometimes joyful, and sometimes long. The music is intoxicating.
Following the music deep into this deep and shallow "green sea", the deeper you go, the more mysterious and beautiful in the forest. The cool air is easy on the nostrils, and it's refreshing.
The ghost of the immortal air shrouded the bamboo forest, only to see the bamboo forest has a green grass carpet, the melodious sound of the piano and loud whistle is from here. Only to see a white figure emotionally stroking the zither. Her long black satin hair glistened with an oily luster in the moonlight, and her white cloud-like dress fluttered lightly in the breeze. The pretty face with a smile, playing and singing as if intoxicated.
There is such a beautiful figure in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you'll be able to see what's going on. Hibiscus general calm, flying birds general freedom, open-screen peacock general elegance, snow plum general silence beauty. She detached from the hustle and bustle of the world, as if the heart is also free to fly, fly to the clouds, fly to the bottom of the lake, the heart swims a thousand refu ......
The moon shadow is hazy, all in the mist dispersed in the soft up. The white dress also began to flutter and dance. Dance and make clear shadow, how like on earth? This is not vulgar beauty, better than a fairyland, so that all mortals can not be accompanied. Only a thousand years of silence of the bright moon, the same noble. She carries the beauty of the ancient millennium, so that this clear picture, more than one companion, it seems, more a lonely.
The flowing water like a gentle and smooth melody, white clouds like a white and soft moon, the ocean like a deep and wide bamboo forest ...... empty deep valley, only for the offbeat figure as a companion. Perhaps she has never been lonely, the mind will always fly in this intoxicating pure land.
The night faded, the east appeared a touch of fish-belly white. A white cloud hovering in the sky. The beautiful figure, is not with the wind, riding the clouds, return ......
2. 竹里馆改写为散文400字竹里馆扩写
At nightfall, I sat alone in the deep bamboo forest.
The wind blew gently, like slender willow leaves brushing my face, it was so comfortable. I sat in the bamboo forest with my legs crossed. The ground was covered with a pile of shiny green bamboo leaves, smelling the fragrance of the bamboo leaves from one burst to another, and feeling relaxed and happy.
I sat down in front of the piano and played a moving piece of music. That one note broke the tranquility of the night. The music made me feel mesmerized, as if I was in an earthly paradise.
I looked into the distance and sipped my mouth to make a long, crisp sound that startled the birds on the hill.
The depth of the bamboo forest no one knows, I was sitting quietly alone in the bamboo forest, darkness nearby, looked up and saw a round of bright moon, I thought, only the bright moon on the day to shine me, accompany me.
3. Expansion of the Bamboo MuseumA wisp of wind whisked by, the dense bamboo forest was wind blowing soughing light sound. In a rustle of bamboo leaves, a curved path paved with green leaves extends to the depths of the bamboo forest ......
The night is quiet, it seems that everything is sleeping into a dream, the quiet valley is silent. "Dang"... "Dang"...a melodious sound of the ancient zither echoes. The sound of this zither was sometimes high, sometimes joyful, and sometimes long. The music is intoxicating.
Following the music deep into this deep and shallow "green sea", the deeper you go, the more mysterious and beautiful in the forest. The cool air is easy on the nostrils, and it's refreshing.
The ghost of the immortal air shrouded the bamboo forest, only to see the bamboo forest has a green grass carpet, the melodious sound of the piano and loud whistle is from here. Only to see a white figure emotionally stroking the zither. Her long black satin hair glistened with an oily luster in the moonlight, and her white cloud-like dress fluttered lightly in the breeze. The pretty face with a smile, playing and singing as if intoxicated.
There is such a beautiful figure in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you'll be able to see what's going on. Hibiscus general calm, flying birds general freedom, open-screen peacock general elegance, snow plum general silence beauty. She detached from the hustle and bustle of the world, as if the heart is also free to fly, fly to the clouds, fly to the bottom of the lake, the heart swims a thousand refu ......
The moon shadow is hazy, all in the mist dispersed in the soft up. The white dress also began to flutter and dance. Dance and make clear shadow, how like on earth? This is not vulgar beauty, better than a fairyland, so that all mortals can not be accompanied. Only a thousand years of silence of the bright moon, the same noble. She carries the beauty of the ancient millennium, so that this clear picture, more than one companion, it seems, more a lonely.
The flowing water like a gentle and smooth melody, white clouds like a white and soft moon, the ocean like a deep and wide bamboo forest ...... empty deep valley, only for the offbeat figure as a companion. Perhaps she has never been lonely, the mind will always fly in this intoxicating pure land.
The night faded, the east appeared a touch of fish-belly white. A white cloud hovering in the sky. The beautiful figure, is not with the wind, riding the clouds, return ......
4. 竹里馆改写为散文400字竹里馆扩写 At nightfall, I sat alone in the deep bamboo forest.
The wind blew gently, like slender willow leaves brushing my face, it was really comfortable. I sat in the bamboo forest with my legs crossed.
The ground was covered with piles of shiny green bamboo leaves, and I felt refreshed as I smelled burst after burst of the fragrance of the bamboo leaves. I sat down in front of the piano and played a moving piece of music.
The single note broke the tranquility of the night. The music made me feel mesmerized, as if I were in a heavenly place on earth.
I looked into the distance and sipped my mouth to make a long, crisp sound that startled the birds on the hills. No one knows the depths of the bamboo forest, I was sitting quietly alone in the bamboo forest, darkness nearby, looked up and saw a round of bright moon, I thought, only the bright moon on the sky to shine me, accompany me.
5. Bamboo Museum rewritten as a 300-word essay1 "Bamboo Museum" rewritten prose Bamboo Museum rewritten A wisp of wind whisked through the dense bamboo forest was wind blowing soughing light sound. In the rustle of bamboo leaves, a curved path paved with green leaves extends to the depths of the bamboo forest. The night was quiet as if everything was asleep and the quiet valley was silent. "Dang"? "Dang"? The melodious sound of the ancient zither echoes. The sound of the zither is sometimes high, sometimes joyful, sometimes long. The music is mesmerizing. Following the music into the deep and shallow "green sea" the deeper you go the more mysterious and beautiful the forest becomes. The cool air is easy on the nostrils and refreshing. The ghost of the immortal air enveloped the bamboo forest only to see a green grass carpet in the bamboo forest that melodious piano and loud whistle is from here. There was a white figure playing the zither with great emotion. Her long black satin hair shone brightly in the moonlight and her white cloud-like dress fluttered lightly in the breeze. The pretty face with a smile playing and singing as if enraptured. There is such a beautiful figure in the world. Elegant and pure. Hibiscus as calm as a flying bird as free as a peacock as elegant as a snowdrop as silent as a plum. She is separated from the world as if the heart is also flying free to the clouds to the bottom of the lake to the heart of the thousands of Ren? The moon's shadow is hazy and all is softened in the mist. The white dress also began to flutter, dance. Dancing with a clear shadow as if on earth this uncommon beauty is like a fairyland that all mortals can not be accompanied. Only the moon, silent for thousands of years, is equally noble. She carries the beauty of the ancient millennium so that this beautiful picture of an additional companion seems to be more lonely. The flowing water like a smooth melody of white clouds like white soft moon ocean like a deep and wide bamboo forest? Empty deep valley only for the company of the figure of the vulgar. Perhaps she has never been lonely soul always flying in this enchanting pure land. The night faded to the east appeared a touch of white. A white cloud hovering in the sky. Is the beautiful figure returning with the wind and the clouds? 2 Jurikan Rewrite Prose Jurikan Rewrite A wisp of wind whisks through the dense bamboo forest and the wind is blowing soughing lightly. In the rustle of bamboo leaves, a curved path paved with green leaves extends to the depths of the bamboo forest. The night was quiet as if everything was asleep and the quiet valley was silent. "Dang"? "Dang"? The melodious sound of the ancient zither echoes. The sound of the zither is sometimes high, sometimes joyful, sometimes long. The music is mesmerizing. Following the music into the deep and shallow "green sea" the deeper you go the more mysterious and beautiful the forest becomes. The cool air is easy on the nostrils and refreshing. The ghost of the immortal air enveloped the bamboo forest only to see a green grass carpet in the bamboo forest that melodious piano and loud whistle is from here. There was a white figure playing the zither with great emotion. Her long black satin hair shone brightly in the moonlight and her white cloud-like dress fluttered lightly in the breeze. The pretty face with a smile playing and singing as if enraptured. There is such a beautiful figure in the world. Elegant and pure. Hibiscus as calm as a flying bird as free as a peacock as elegant as a snowdrop as silent as a plum. She is separated from the world as if the heart is also flying free to the clouds to the bottom of the lake to the heart of the thousands of Ren? The moon's shadow is hazy and all is softened in the mist. The white dress also began to flutter, dance. Dancing with a clear shadow as if on earth this uncommon beauty is like a fairyland that all mortals can not be accompanied. Only the moon, silent for thousands of years, is equally noble. She carries the beauty of the ancient millennium so that this beautiful picture of an additional companion seems to be more lonely. The flowing water like a smooth melody of white clouds like white soft moon ocean like a deep and wide bamboo forest? Empty deep valley only for the company of the figure of the vulgar. Perhaps she has never been lonely soul always flying in this enchanting pure land. The night faded to the east appeared a touch of white. A white cloud hovering in the sky. The beautiful figure is not with the wind to return by clouds?
6. Bamboo Pavilion rewritten in 300 words1 "Bamboo Pavilion" rewritten in prose Bamboo Pavilion rewritten A wisp of wind whisked through the dense bamboo forest is the wind blowing soughing light sound. In the rustle of bamboo leaves, a curved path paved with green leaves extends to the depths of the bamboo forest. The night was quiet as if everything was asleep and the quiet valley was silent. "Dang"? "Dang"? The melodious sound of the ancient zither echoes. The sound of the zither is sometimes high, sometimes joyful, sometimes long. The music is mesmerizing. Following the music into the deep and shallow "green sea" the deeper you go the more mysterious and beautiful the forest becomes. The cool air is easy on the nostrils and refreshing. The ghost of the immortal air enveloped the bamboo forest only to see a green grass carpet in the bamboo forest that melodious piano and loud whistle is from here. There was a white figure playing the zither with great emotion. Her long black satin hair shone brightly in the moonlight and her white cloud-like dress fluttered lightly in the breeze. The pretty face with a smile playing and singing as if enraptured. There is such a beautiful figure in the world. Elegant and pure. Hibiscus as calm as a flying bird as free as a peacock as elegant as a snowdrop as silent as a plum. She is separated from the world as if the heart is also flying freely to the clouds to the bottom of the lake to the heart of the thousands of Ren? The moon's shadow is hazy and all is softened in the mist. The white dress also began to flutter, dance. Dancing with a clear shadow as if on earth this uncommon beauty is like a fairyland that all mortals can not be accompanied. Only the moon, silent for thousands of years, is equally noble. She carries the beauty of the ancient millennium so that this beautiful picture of an additional companion seems to be more lonely. The flowing water like a smooth melody of white clouds like white soft moon ocean like a deep and wide bamboo forest? Empty deep valley only for the company of the figure of the vulgar. Perhaps she has never been lonely soul always flying in this enchanting pure land. The night faded to the east appeared a touch of white. A white cloud hovering in the sky. Is the beautiful figure returning with the wind and the clouds? 2 Jurikan Rewrite Prose Jurikan Rewrite A wisp of wind whisks through the dense bamboo forest and the wind is blowing soughing lightly. In the rustle of bamboo leaves, a curved path paved with green leaves extends to the depths of the bamboo forest. The night was quiet as if everything was asleep and the quiet valley was silent. "Dang"? "Dang"? The melodious sound of the ancient zither echoes. The sound of the zither is sometimes high, sometimes joyful, sometimes long. The music is mesmerizing. Following the music into the deep and shallow "green sea" the deeper you go the more mysterious and beautiful the forest becomes. The cool air is easy on the nostrils and refreshing. The ghost of the immortal air enveloped the bamboo forest only to see a green grass carpet in the bamboo forest that melodious piano and loud whistle is from here. There was a white figure playing the zither with great emotion. Her long black satin hair shone brightly in the moonlight and her white cloud-like dress fluttered lightly in the breeze. The pretty face with a smile playing and singing as if enraptured. There is such a beautiful figure in the world. Elegant and pure. Hibiscus as calm as a flying bird as free as a peacock as elegant as a snowdrop as silent as a plum. She is separated from the world as if the heart is also flying free to the clouds to the bottom of the lake to the heart of the thousands of Ren? The moon's shadow is hazy and all is softened in the mist. The white dress also began to flutter, dance. Dancing with a clear shadow as if on earth this uncommon beauty is like a fairyland that all mortals can not be accompanied. Only the moon, silent for thousands of years, is equally noble. She carries the beauty of the ancient millennium so that this beautiful picture of an additional companion seems to be more lonely. The flowing water like a smooth melody of white clouds like white soft moon ocean like a deep and wide bamboo forest? Empty deep valley only for the company of the figure of the vulgar. Perhaps she has never been lonely soul always flying in this enchanting pure land. The night faded to the east appeared a touch of white. A white cloud hovering in the sky. The beautiful figure is not with the wind to return by clouds?
7. 竹里館改写散文100字The wind quietly perched on the leaves, the night opened its eyes.
The dense bamboo forest is a sea deeper than the sky. Are the stars some drowning fish? No matter how hard they try to paddle their wings, they can never escape from these lonely waters.
A man, sitting alone in a corner of time, darkness roams over his dreams. Suddenly, all the silence shattered into a circle of ripples.
The person who plays the piano, ten fingers fly lightly, sliding over the sound band of each string. The heavenly raindrops, like some high and low language, fell into the river of memory.
A little bird awakened by the music, flew out of the nest, picking up a line of poetry. Deep in the dense forest, the clamor of the city is already far away.
No one knows that there is a quiet land that can take in the splendor of the years. Tonight, with a zither-like hand, the man witnessed the fall of the sun.
The moon rose. This wound of the night shakes some more of its cool light onto the palms of the earth.
The lyre stopped. The birds slept, the flowers bloomed, and the wind quietly unfurled its transparent feathers.
A man, sitting alone in his own shadow, delighting in the moonlight of a thousand years, illuminates the path of a lifetime.
8. rewrite a short essay with the poem ZhulikanIn the morning of the spring pregnancy that puts a new light green color on the earth, I like to get up early, go outside, breathe fresh air, enjoy the gift of nature, silently flip through the chapters of the seasons, and gaze at the close-up of the spring pregnancy.
The mountains, the skin of a virgin. I saw the process of its transformation, from dawn to the rising sun, from iron green, dark yellow, to bright and refined. The soil in the shade of the mountain is still sleeping, the soil in the sun of the mountain has been steaming, the field seems to be more active, more vibrant, more spring breath, the top of the seedlings broke through the thin mud crust of the plate knot, emerging from the head of the tender yellow malt, they are like childish children, curious about the world, looking around everything. And the aspens and dwarf thorns in the ravine, also acted, scrambling to shine the first ray of sunshine in the morning, if you stand in the woods and listen quietly, you can hear "squeak--, squeak--" and "beep--" and "beep" and "beep" and "beep". If you stand in the woods and listen carefully, you can hear "squeak, squeak, squeak" and "beep, beep, beep," as if they were proving to the mother earth under their feet, "I'm growing, I'm growing." The top of the mountain is interesting, clearly reflecting the background of the blue sky, the light of the morning spread on the land of the top of the mountain, a gust of wind blowing, light dense floating from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then drifted across the ravine, the morning light covered the entire sunny side of the mountain, simply become a golden sanctuary.