Who can adapt Lu Yan's ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" into a short story of 200-250 words
The shepherd boy puts his piccolo on his waist to copy, and looks at the rolling meadows. The old cows were grazing not far away, the shepherd boy could not help but play the piccolo, and the evening breeze carried the sound of the piccolo to a far, far away place. As night falls, the endless grassland is stirred by the evening wind, creating a layer of "waves". Suddenly, a few melodious flute sounds came from the distance, followed by silence. The sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, and at the end of the field of vision, a small figure appeared, which was a small shepherd boy who was playing the flute. The little shepherd boy walked slowly, the beautiful sound of the flute was interrupted by the evening wind. His mother had been waiting for him at the entrance of the village, although the family only had some light meals, the little shepherd boy ate extraordinarily sweet, his mother watched him devouring his food and laughed. The shepherd boy thought to himself, in that faraway place, will someone hear his flute? The shepherd boy fell asleep. The moonlight on his body was so soft. Look, there is a faint smile on his lips, perhaps the moonlight has also illuminated his dream!
The three ancient poems in the second book of the fifth grade were changed into compositions of 250 words
Spring came, a sunny day, Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, went there by boat for a trip. When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place, where everything was revived, birds and flowers were singing, and the lake and mountains were beautiful! In this fascinating scenery, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter, could not help but look around, found not far from the river on a fishing boat, sitting on two very cute children, one wearing a red bib, witty ghosts; another slightly older children, wearing shorts, in support of the boat slowly forward. After a while, the boat slowly stopped, the larger children put away the Penny, and stopped the boat pulp, the boat does not move. Yang Wanli felt very strange, thinking: what are they doing? At this time, he found a child put up an umbrella, but the weather is clear, there is no rain ah, which makes Yang Wanli very puzzled: I do not know what they want to do? I was puzzled. Yang Wanli couldn't help but ask them, "What are you doing with the umbrella?" The children replied: "We want to save energy, let the wind carry the boat forward, in the use of wind power, the wind blew the umbrella, you can take the boat to go, hee hee!" Yang Wanli then realized, sighed: these two children are really smart ah
In a cool summer night, the wind broke the summer silence, the bright moon, hanging high in the night sky, spread the light to the earth, even the laughter of the past is gone. The vast wilderness, green grass, a blue thousand miles, like a sea of green. At a glance, it looks like a boundless green carpet.
At this time, we have not seen the return of the shepherd boy, but first heard the shepherd boy's melodious flute, his flute makes people happy. And intermittent, can make people comfortable, but also let a person happy, the wind fluttering flute on behalf of the shepherd boy's happy mood. The sound of the shepherd boy's flute is getting closer and closer, more and more clear.
It was after dusk when the shepherd boy finished his dinner. He walked towards the meadow while playing his flute with consummate skill. He lay leisurely in the open ground and admired the bright moon tonight, his heart popped out ten thousand times, "It's so beautiful!" The shepherd boy simply did not take off his straw raincoat, not wanting to miss such a beautiful moon. While looking at the moon, the shepherd boy used his flute to tease the evening breeze. The shepherd boy thought again in his heart: if there is such a beautiful moon every day, I can let my little friends come to enjoy it too.
Although the shepherd boy had rested, he was still thinking about the moon tonight.
A crystal-clear brook gurgled around the village all year round. On both sides of the stream, green grass and lotus leaves grew. The lotus leaves are crowded one by one, like a big turquoise disk. When the wind blew gently, the lotus leaves danced. Look, the stream reflects a tall and handsome figure, who is it? It turns out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree, a small thatched cottage, the cane climbed up to the roof, bearing many big pumpkins. Behind the house is a lush forest of pine trees. As far as the eye can see, there is also a large plantation of seedlings there! Inside the house, the gray-haired grandfather and grandmother were whispering through the wine. The old grandfather smiled and said to the old grandmother: "You, you really are getting younger and younger, more and more beautiful, yo!" The old grandma was delighted and said, "Don't talk about this, did you do something wrong today and come back to flatter me?" At this time, the sun was already shining high in the sky. The eldest son was very diligent and planted beans in the field by the stream. Looking at the newly sprouted seedlings, the eldest son shook off a handful of sweat and said happily, "This year will surely be a bumper harvest, and in the fall, I will give my parents and brothers a surprise!" The second son was sitting under the big cypress tree weaving a chicken coop! As he was weaving, he thought: when the coop is finished, the little roosters will be able to live in it, and it will be a safe and cozy home for them! The youngest son was down by the stream, peeling the lotus seedpods and eating them, muttering, "This is a delicacy of the earth, I'll bring one to my parents and brothers!" See, he is busy and happy!
With a tour of the garden is not worth the poem write a bag of poetry 250 words
Jiangnan in February, when the clouds are light, sunny season. The poet came to the door of a small garden on the spur of the moment, wanting to see the flowers and trees in the specialized garden. Genus he gently knocked a few wood door, no response; knocked a few more, or no one answered. The poet guessed, probably for fear of the moss in the garden is trampled on, so the door is closed. The poet wandered outside the garden, thinking and wandering, and was very disappointed. When he was at his wits' end and was about to leave, he looked up and suddenly saw a branch of red apricot blossoms in full bloom peeking out from the wall. "The spring garden is full of color, a branch of red apricots out of the wall. "The poet from a branch of red apricot flowers in full bloom, to appreciate the garden full of lively spring color, feel the sky full of gorgeous spring light, finally is not false.
The moss in front of the door, see the seclusion of this garden, and the owner is not at home, knocking on the door for a long time, no one promised, it is even more cold, but the red apricots out of the wall, still reveals the garden full of spring color. From the cold silence to write the prosperity, which makes people feel an unexpected joy.
Change a poem into a composition (shepherd boy) 250 words
The green grass like Yin Yin's field, in the sunlight appears to be vibrant, green *** flow, as if it is a huge carpet of emerald green extended to the sky.
On the field, an old cow leisurely tastes the green grass, and a little shepherd boy is tempted by the dancing butterflies, running and slowly moving carefully between the fields.......
In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day long, with the cool breeze blowing, gradually reduced its rays, and became milder and gentler.
In the evening, the sun, which had been active all day, gradually dimmed its light with a cool evening breeze and became mild, hanging on the edge of the field and the sky like a big red lantern with a soft light. Perhaps because it was hanging for too long, it slowly sank, and when it hit the ground, it came to a steady stop. It seems to use the support of the field, once again in this huge green bed naughty jumping. The endless field was colored deep green by the setting sun. Looking at the sunset on the field, the little shepherd boy was so surprised that he didn't dare to blink his eyes, fearing that if he blinked his eyes, the red lantern would be taken away by a giant hand. The little shepherd boy is wide-eyed appreciation, suddenly the sunset trembled twice, and finally like a naughty little rabbit, with a light, agile jump, quietly and silently into the grass, to the little shepherd boy said "goodbye".
When the evening wind blew gently again, the clouds seemed to feel the end of the evening sun, the sky, the slightly reddish clouds also scattered, he reluctantly put on a black veil, away.
The sky was darkening and the fields were silent.
Suddenly, with the sound of a soft, relaxing flute, the silent fields came alive. Then, the sound of the flute became louder and louder and closer and closer. Follow the sound of the look, only to see an old yellow ox slowly coming, it was the little shepherd boy finished work, only to see him wearing a hat, wearing a straw raincoat, sitting sideways on the back of the ox happily playing the flute, teasing with a little bit of cool evening breeze. The grasses on the field seemed to understand the sound of the flute and danced together in the vague twilight. The sound of the flute through the woods, leaping across the field, spread to a far, far away place ......
At the entrance of the village, the white-haired old grandfather of the shepherd boy, looking far away, is waiting for his dependent grandson to return from grazing. The presence of an old man and a young man adds a bit of warmth to the cool wind blowing in the wilderness and the village.
After the shepherd boy and his grandfather had eaten their meal, the sky was completely dark, but there were still a few faint glimmers of the moon. After a day of herding cattle, the shepherd boy was very tired, like a tired kitten, snuggled on the woodpile, even the bucket hat, straw raincoat did not take off, holding his beloved bamboo flute, looking up at the moon, remembering his kind mother, with a wonderful reverie, in the company of the moon into the sweet dreamland ......
Shepherd Boy (Lv Yan)
After returning to my home, I have eaten my fill, and I lie in the moonlight without taking off my straw raincoat.
Notes
① horizontal field: broad field
② make: tease.
③ Demoiselle: brown or straw coat, used to protect from wind and rain.
Translation
The grass is green and the field is vast. The shepherd boy returns from his grazing, after a full meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his straw raincoat, and lay happily on the grass in the moonlit night.
Appreciation
The poem "The Shepherd Boy" shows us a vivid picture of a shepherd boy returning home at night. We see the serenity and leisure of the shepherd boy's life. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner world's desire for a peaceful and happy life far away from the hustle and bustle: the vast wilderness, green grass; the evening wind blows the wild grass, and before we see the returning shepherd boy, we first hear the shepherd boy's melodious flute, which is coming closer and closer, and which drifts with the wind, intermittent and floating with the wind. When the shepherd boy came back to have a full meal, it was already after dusk, and he did not even take off his straw raincoat, but lay down in the open ground on the moonlit night to rest. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of a child. In the poem, there are scenes, feelings, characters and voices, and this vivid scene appears in our vision from far and near.
The word "paved" brings out the lushness of the grass and the gentle, comfortable feeling that the grassland gives.
The word "make" is more of an interest, and the meaning of the flute in the wind is conveyed by the intermittent fluttering and the playfulness of the flute of the shepherd boy.
Here, six or seven miles and three or four voices do not refer to definite numbers but to emphasize the silence of the evening in the countryside where the wilderness is wide open.
The center
expresses the author's inner world's longing for a state of life away from the hustle and bustle and at ease.
On the ancient poem written into the story writing essay, word count about 250 Ning a
She looks fat, a head of curly hair over the shoulder, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, very kind. She is my grandmother. My grandmother is an elementary school teacher, I was born after living with my grandmother. When I was in the cradle, my grandmother read me children's songs while she put me to sleep. By the time I could speak, I could already read many children's songs and ancient poems. In our family, Grandma was the best. When I couldn't speak, I would "babble" and point at various objects and ask Grandma to make up children's songs for me. I can still remember two songs that Grandma made up for me. First, I pointed my finger at the air conditioner and asked Grandma to make up a song about the air conditioner. Grandma looked at the air conditioner and the song came out, "Air conditioner, air conditioner you're great, sends coolness in summer and warmth in winter." I pointed my hand at Grandpa again, Grandma looked at Grandpa and said with a smile, "Baby, listen carefully: Old Grandpa, with a long beard, takes a cigarette holder and walks on the bridge. The bridge is long, the bridge is wide, the bridge crosses the Yangtze River at both ends." ...... I grew up slowly in my grandmother's children's songs and songs.After the age of 3, I grew up in my grandmother's stories. Fairy Tales, Fables, Myths, Science, Animals and Plants, and all kinds of Picture Books. ...... Grandma went from telling me stories to reading story books with me, and I found happiness in the stories; reading books made me know how to be helpful and happy, and how to be true, good and beautiful. Grandma taught me to love books and reading. From listening to stories to reading them by myself, I have grown a lot of knowledge and improved my oral expression. Now. I am in the first grade of elementary school, I am growing up healthily under the care and guidance of my grandmother. Grandma - my classical enlightenment teacher, I will always love you.
Appreciation of any two poems by Rabindranath Tagore in about 200 to 250 words.
Golden Flower
Rabindranath Tagore
Suppose I became a golden flower, and for fun
Grew on the high branches of the tree, and smiled and swayed in the air,
And danced on the new leaves, Mother, would you recognize me?
And if you call out, "Where are you, my son?"
I laughed in secret, but did not speak a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When you bathe, with your wet hair on your shoulders, and walk through the shade of the golden flowers
to the little courtyard where you say your prayers, you will smell the scent of the flowers,
without realizing that it comes from me.
When you have had your lunch and are sitting by the window reading the Ramayana,
and the shadow of the tree is falling on your hair and your knees,
I am going to cast my little shadow on the pages of your book,
right where you are reading.
But would you guess that this is your child's little shadow?
When you take the lamp to the cowshed at dusk,
I shall suddenly fall to the ground again,
and become your child again, begging you to tell me stories.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
Appreciation
"I won't tell you, mom." A poem from Rabindranath Tagore's famous collection of children's prose poems, The New Moon Collection. The poem opens with a title, a "what if" slips the wings of imagination and summarizes the whole poem. Then the poet painstakingly paints two pictures. The first one is a picture of a mother and her son having fun. The poet imagined himself into a beautiful golden flower, long in the "high branches," "laughingly swaying in the wind," "dancing in the newborn leaves," when the mother called out, "I" do not. When my mother called out, "I" do not answer, but intentionally and mom amusing, "secretly there anonymous smile", "not a sound", this is a picture of what mother and child love ah! Then, the poet meticulously depicted a picture of the life of a loving mother, showing the mother's charming style.
The Banyan Tree
Hey, you banyan tree standing by the pool, have you ever forgotten that little child, like the bird-like child who built a nest on your branch and left you?
Don't you remember how he sat in the window and looked in amazement at your tangled roots deep underground?
The women used to go to the pool, and draw full jars of water, and your great black shadow shook on the surface, as if a sleeper were struggling to wake up.
The sunlight danced on the microwaves, like an unceasing shuttle weaving a golden carpet.
Two ducks were next to the reeds, swimming over their shadows, and the child sat quietly thinking.
He wanted to be the wind, blowing through your rustling branches; he wanted to be your shadow on the water, growing with the daylight; he wanted to think of a bird, perched on your highest branch; and he wanted to be the two ducks, swimming among the reeds and shadows.
Appreciation
In one poem, the banyan tree is also a friend and understands the marvelous psychology of a child. In these three poems, the poet observes nature and feels life with the eyes and heart of a child, and plainly shows the childish imagination and innocent feelings of the children, leading us to fly to the crescent-like innocent and beautiful children's world and revisit the dream of childhood.
Change the poem "Autumn Thoughts" into a story (no less than between 200-250 words)
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to the city of Luoyang in the dust.
Light is like an arrow, in the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival are coming, the leaves are withered and yellow, all have fallen down. Luoyang city, the cold wind gusts, people feel that the world is incomparably bleak, Zhang Ji can not help but think of the feelings, he misses the homeland, miss those folks father and mother ......
Zhang Ji would like to personally visit friends and relatives, and by the way, back to his hometown to visit his parents. Unfortunately, because I met a just about to return to the need to be an official, there is no way. The season of frustration, coincidentally met a is about to return to his hometown of fellow townspeople, determined to write a letter entrusted to the fellow townspeople to ensure that the letter must be forwarded to the hands of the parents, in order to show filial piety. The letter has a sweet blessing: I wish my parents "longevity than South Mountain, blessings like the East China Sea", only to say too many things to the townspeople's families, what if this is the last time he contacted his relatives? If the letter did not make clear what he wanted to say? What then? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is how complex, how contradictory.
Whenever the messenger is just about to leave the moment, he will have to open the envelope, lest he write some unpleasant things to make his parents worry about themselves, but also worried about whether it will be less written. Sometimes he would hesitate to send the letter away even if he could not find the mistake. Although every time this is the case, the gleaming eyes of the messenger will appear to be eclipsed, but he also understands the mood of the poet Zhang Ji at the moment.
Zhang Ji was repeatedly scanning the letter with his sharp eyes, and his tightly locked brow reflected his mood, how he wanted to go back to his hometown!
Zhang Ji looked at the blue sky how much he wanted to sing and shout, pouring out his heart's desire ......
With the ancient poem to make up a short story 250 words or less urgently
nightfall, the endless grassland in the evening wind blowing, swinging layer after layer of "waves". "
The mother has long been at the entrance of the village looking forward to his return, although the family is just some light meal, the little shepherd boy but eat extra sweet, the mother looked at him devouring the appearance, smiled.
The sun is setting, and the moon is rising in the sky. The little shepherd boy could not resist his playful character. He could not take off his straw raincoat, so he lay down on the grass, played song after song to the full moon, thinking about the story of the Jade Rabbit pounding medicine, and under the silvery moonlight, he closed his eyes and fell asleep ------
Rewriting the Poem of Show Children into a Story
Show Children Changed
It was a day in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the sky was gray and cloudy. There was an old man lying dying in a low thatched hut, Lu You, the famous patriotic poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.
The wind was picking up, Lu You was about to take the last step in his life, he used all his strength, owed his body, and said to his children and grandchildren in a weak voice: "I can't wait for the day of the unification of the motherland, I'm so sorry!" Tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and his children and grandchildren followed suit. He went on to say, "We are now living in pain under the control of the Jin people, and I have not been able to see the unification of the motherland with my own eyes in my lifetime, so I can't die in peace! After my death, when the Central Plains can be recovered, you must tell me, then I can be at peace in the nine springs!" "Father, don't worry, I will remember to tell you the news of victory!" His son replied sadly. Lu You's eyes showed helplessness and regret, and he swallowed his last breath. Outside, the wind became even more frenzied, tearing at the crumbling hut like a monster.
The great patriotic poet left the earth with full of regrets.
Who can write Zhang Ji's ancient poem "Autumn Thoughts" as a story of 200-250 words. The first is a very important help for a brother to help!
Autumn Thoughts
The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and traveled to the city of Luoyang.
Light is like an arrow, in the blink of an eye, the autumn girl descended on earth, the leaves withered and yellowed, and they all fell down. Cold wind gusts, let people feel incomparably bleak, sad, Zhang Ji can not help but think of the feelings, he misses his hometown, miss those folks father and mother, friends and relatives.
Zhang Ji would like to visit his family, want to stay in his hometown, but there is no way, he can only write letters to bless their relatives: wishing his parents "life than Nanshan Mountain, blessed as the East China Sea", but it is a pity to say to the townspeople of the family too many things, what if this time is the last time he contacted his relatives? What if the letter did not make his message clear? What then? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is how complex, how contradictory.
Whenever the messenger is just about to leave the moment, he will have to open the envelope, lest he write some unpleasant things to make his parents worry about themselves, but also worried about whether it will be less written. Sometimes he would hesitate to send the letter away even if he could not find the mistake. Although every time this is the case, the gleaming eyes of the messenger will appear to be eclipsed, but he also understands the mood of the poet Zhang Ji at the moment.
Zhang Ji has been scanning the letter with his sharp eyes over and over again, which leads to the poem "I am afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and I will open the seal when I am about to send it out", which describes the contradictory and complicated psychology.