Ancient people sing the praises of: "Rutabaga snow rises clear ripples, smoke and rain meditate on the lemons to look more strange.
Dot white gulls bathing in the depths, flatboat remote moving five lakes." This is a poem in the reed, but also in my heart of flotsam and jetsam.
I like the slight reed snow, falling sky, rustling in the ear whispering, a person gently approaching their own, calm and peaceful state of mind, thoughts or long or short, footsteps or urgent or slow. I vaguely remember that half a year, and my father came here to feel the beauty and happiness.
Autumn is the season when the reeds are most plentiful and attractive. The leaves of the reeds turn white, and the reeds are wrapped up and standing.
The full reeds turn from lavender to pinkish white, and the reeds bloom, fluffy and white. When the wind picks up, the reed flakes flutter with the wind in the sky leisurely, which is the mesmerizing "reed snow".
Reeds flying season, white as snow, light and soft like clouds, flowers gently blowing floating in the water, tiny boat swinging on the wave, slipping in the sunset on the shoulders of the boat, has been as a bride wearing a snow-white wedding dress, gusts of wind blowing, you dream of a general dance, and so remembered you reed fragrance and clear face. You just rise from the smoke, swung out of my heart, gone with the wind.
Above the water, the bank of the shore, the body of the paragraph thin all the water of a river. Like far away from the world of pure women, long hair hanging shoulders, floating like a fairy, can not help but sigh low: "You are as beautiful as a dream, you float like a branch of reed."
In the reeds, the falling flotsam is fluttering; on the water bank, the reeds are in full bloom. Occasionally, no wind, such as scattered sails, everywhere can become home; occasionally, the river wind is slight, leading to the two sides of the reeds, like a fine wave.
Scattered flying flowers, dance shallow Yang, the sun is drunk, the clouds want to be low, the autumn color into the absolute yarn scenery. The reed flower thinly spread a white veil on the ground.
At this time there is no wind, or only a trace of light wind, raise your head, the sky in a variety of postures in the rushes fluttering, random or far-fetched, fast forward or scroll. The first thing you need to do is to take a walk in the snow-like rushes, and listen to the pure and clear music of the rushes.
If a person walks in silence, think back to the beautiful moments of life, those who touched others, have their own heart days, is a different kind of wonderful and beautiful. Gently dreaming of rushes, igniting a river of spring water, like the daughter of the sweet tooth, broken wings, remnants of the beauty with the thick makeup of the flowers between the red and green.
A smile , such as reeds in full bloom, comfortable and resting quietly.
2. Praise the small composition of the reed (80 words)
Walking in the snow-like reed flying, listening to the reed floating pure and transparent music of the sky. If a person walks in silence, think back to the beautiful moments of life, those who have touched others, have their own heart days, is a different kind of wonderful and beautiful. Gently dreaming of rushes, igniting a river of spring water, like the daughter of the sweet tooth, broken wings, remnants of the beauty of the flowers and willows with heavy makeup between. Smile, such as reeds in full bloom, comfortable and resting quietly.
The idea of blooming in the blood, has been dispersed with the wind, when the night exam on my forehead, in the depths of the heart footsteps, around the bone dance, hidden, when the reed like snowflakes diffuse my sky, diffuse my ground. Feeling the quietness of the reed snow, this is the heart of a monologue and the extension of life. No one can imagine, they walk in the reed snow in the strange realm, but that light as silk state of mind is with words can not be expressed clearly, this is the heart of the reed. After a number of years so far, this feeling can not be forgotten. I like the reed flower, put myself in between me and no me, between something and nothing.
And this night the reed ah, will be the messenger of who? The night wind without traces treading waves and singing, y infected with the end of the sky moon color! Tonight, the reed flower is speechless, in this initial most beginning of the pure, one night wind and dust withered flowers, you will still show your buds? The reed-like woman, whose eyes are blooming with your faint fragrance, whose figure is curling up the green vines? Whose lips hold a dream, like a tiny flame, pulsating! Now, look at the river water long flow, water movement, reed far, blowing through the Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, flow through the wind, flowers and snow, far away from the eaves of the waterfront of the past life and present life ...... The days of the passing of the years, the reed flower, whether it is fading or retained, it is difficult to get out of a loving entanglement, light up the reed flower, warming the cold memories. Looking back at Guanshan, all the prosperity far away , full of eyes are you like water fame
3. reed reeds rewritten into the composition
Reeds on the riverside turquoise pale,
late autumn white dew condensed into frost.
My day and night thought of people,
on the other side of the river.
The path upstream is long and difficult.
And if you look downstream,
it's as if you're in the center of the water.
The reeds along the river were thick,
and the morning dew had not yet dried.
My soulmate,
is on the other side of the river.
I was looking for her against the current,
but the road was rough and difficult to climb.
And if you look downstream,
it's as if you're in the middle of a sandbar.
The reeds are thicker along the river,
and the morning dew still lingers.
The one I seek is on the other side of the river
.
I am looking for him against the current,
but the road is difficult to navigate.
If you look downstream,
it's as if you're on a sandbar in the water.
4. Guan Ju rewrite 300 words essay
In the morning, the sky is just a little bit of white white.
The morning dew in the late fall in the cold wind in the Seso condensed into a frost, a white piece, a depression.
On the lake, the reeds fluttering, sometimes in the autumn wind, sometimes fall on the water, can not stir up ripples, but helplessly stained white autumn water.
The shore, there is a man, standing alone in the frost, looking at the lake covered with rushes, indifferent, without a trace of flowing breath, just standing alone, as if waiting for something.
On the other side of the river, outside the reed bush, there is a house, shallow tiles, light wall, in the fluttering of the reeds against the backdrop, but also a little bit of the flavor of the world. Perhaps this house is living in a graceful and elegant woman who also does not eat earthly fire, and she may not know that at this moment in the reeds flying, silver frost condensed into a piece of bleak season, the other side of the river there is a willingness to devote their lives to guard her heart.
He and she, one on the shore, one in the middle of the water, can not be seen.
The reeds are still so many, elegantly floating with the wind, stretching the slender waist. A large piece of white frost gradually melted into a shallow dew, the fog was born, he is still standing where, no other look, no other action, between the eyebrows, engraved - firm.
The houses on the other side of the river, in a haze became more vague, as if it were a mirage, a real dream. She was in a dream, but did she know it?
He and she, one on the shore, one in the water he, close, but still separated by a lake. In the fall, the rushes fluttered and blurred each other's vision.
The sun has revealed the face of the reeds in the sun to enjoy the warmth of the touch, the fog gradually dispersed, the morning dew slightly dry, the water is still dense with a haze, he is still standing, bright and clear eyes are still watching the other side of the river, the reed covered by the graceful figure, seems to have flashed through a trace of gloom.
And she, standing in the autumn wind, black hair and reeds as fluttering, looking at the lake like a sea of flying snow rushes, that gradually dissipate the water mist, but never saw that pair of eyes, and those who regretted ......
He and she, a shore, a islet in the water, not far away from each other, but always missed! ......
The evening sun.
The sunset and the lone rushes fly together, the autumn water **** long sky a color.
He is still where he stands, the shadow of the opposite bank has disappeared.
"Night, see the scenery should also return." Faint voice from behind him, he suddenly turned back, she turned, he did not have time to pour out his adoration, she left ......
Looking at her back of the departure, he was disappointed ......
He and she, always separated by a lake ah!
He woodenly left.
But he forgot to take away his heart, his heart is always on the other side of the shore ah.
She is the most beautiful scene in his heart, the season of the reed flowers, a heart, broken
5. "River village that is the case" rewrite essay
The night has darkened, the sunset gradually fell silent in the distant mountains and rivers, to go to the river to fish the boat is also one after another to come back.
An old fisherman with a yawl and a pipe, swinging on the river, full of joy. The back of the boat is full of small and large fish, jumping and jumping, very active. At this time the river has stopped several fishing boats. The old fisherman found a suitable location, docked the boat, and did not tie, smiled and walked into the front cabin.
The moon came out, the light of the moonlight reflecting the dim fishing boat, reflecting on the bank of the white rushes, silver light. The river became so quiet. In the villages near the river, the lights dimmed sporadically. The color of the moon is so soft that even the reeds on the bank are intoxicated by the scenery.
Gradually, the stars in the sky became thinner, and the moon set. The fishing boat began to sound a soft snore, the fishermen after a day of labor intoxicated in a sweet dream.
The wind is rising. The naughty wind girl gently caresses the boat, seems to be creating a "lullaby"; the reeds on the shore nod their heads in the breeze, the white reeds have fallen on the river surface, very light and very light, for fear of disturbing the fishermen's good dreams. The fishing boat swings and rocks gently. Even if the wind is stronger, it can not swing out of this intoxicating shallow water with white reed flowers.
The autumn wind swings gently, rippling waves on the sea of reeds. Open your arms and breathe the morning air y and very freely.
Wet, with a faint flavor of reed leaves. Close your eyes and let the wind brush through my long hair and lightly touch my cheeks.
Raise my white dress. I'm not sure if this is what the poem says, "I'm a man of the autumn water". And where is he in my heart? On the road, there are broken reed leaves, should be with the morning moisture, and with the soft soil, step on the sheep, very comfortable.
Like the Persian carpet at home, with the kind of gentle happiness. The road turns roundabout, this curved road takes me to look for my heart's longing.
The crystalline autumn frost attached to the reed of the whole body, bright like pearls. Like sweet lovers snuggled together, hard to part with.
The skirt gently ruffled the tip of the reed, a few grains of white frost into water, and found the final destination of his life. Oh, he in my heart, is my homecoming, where is he? Against the current, the road becomes difficult and dangerous steep.
The first piece of sunshine in the morning sprinkled down. The sky and the earth, the space, become warm.
The rising reed leaves are green. White frost folded over the sun's drooping adoration, dazzling to drip, thin mist hidden, the world instantly turned into a sea full of love.
Oh, the original life is very beautiful ----. I don't know when the ray of sunshine in my life will shine into my heart? The heart of him, and where is it? Stopped, I have come to the sandbar in the water, the surrounding fog gradually fade, reed on the white frost is slowly melting.
The wind is blowing, and it doesn't seem to have so much chill. The tide of the reeds is undulating, the mist is drifting, the bright sunshine will decorate this beautiful scene with a new look, will be decorated with such a gorgeous late fall.
The fresh morning breeze keeps brushing up my hair, and I'm looking for him in my heart --- along the curved river, although the road is difficult and winding, but the heart of the pursuit of happiness, is full of hope. Hands gently pull up the left and right skirts, slowly forward, forward, can not help but raise my white sarong, swinging waist, in this late fall by the reed pond, dance ----.
Suddenly, I remembered the scene in the movie "Myth" in which Princess Goryeo danced for General Meng Yi of the Qin Dynasty. There is also that affectionate "------ this dance, I only dance for you alone ------".
I don't know if my forgetful solo dance in my heart he can see ------ Oh, the heart of him, when will you seek you? This article for reference, your recognition is the power of my answer, please adopt.
7. reed reed rewrite prose within 300 words
(Reed reed rewritten prose)
Water pond, reeds, white frost, autumn water -----
The mist of the mist, very cool late autumn, will be the mood to let go, to go in pursuit of that do not know whether there will be real.
The autumn wind swings gently, waves on the sea of reeds. Open your arms and breathe y and freely in the morning air. Wet, with a faint flavor of reed leaves. Closing my eyes, I let the wind brush my long hair and lightly touch my cheeks. Raising my white sarong. Heh, is this the poem "Autumn Water Yi Ren"? And where is the man in my heart?
On the road, there are broken reed leaves, should be with the morning moisture, and with the soft soil, step on the sheep, very comfortable. Like a Persian carpet at home, with the kind of gentle happiness. The road turns round and roundabout, this curved road takes me to find the longing in my heart. Crystalline autumn frost attached to the reed of the whole body, bright like pearl. Like sweet lovers snuggling together, hard to part. The skirt gently ruffled the tip of the reed, a few grains of white frost into water, looking for the final destination of his life. Oh, he in my heart, is my homecoming, where is he?
Against the current, the road becomes difficult and dangerous steep. The first piece of sunshine in the morning sprinkled down. The sky and the earth, the space, become warm. The rising reed leaves are green. The white frost folded over the sun's drooping adoration, dazzling drops, thin fog hidden, the world instantly into a sea full of love. Oh, the original life is very beautiful ----. I do not know when the ray of sunshine in my life into my heart? The heart of him, and where is it?
Stopped walking, I have come to the sandbar in the water, around the fog gradually fade, reed on the white frost is slowly melting. The wind is blowing, and it doesn't seem to have so much of a chill. The tide of the reeds ebbs and flows, the mist drifts, and the bright sunshine embellishes this beautiful scene with a new look, decorating the late fall with such splendor. The fresh morning breeze keeps brushing up my hair, and I am looking for him in my heart -----
Along the curved river, although the road is difficult and winding, the heart that pursues happiness is full of hope. Hands gently pull up the left and right skirts, slowly forward, forward, can not help but raise my white sarong, swinging waist, in this late fall by the reed pond, dance -----. Suddenly, I remembered the scene in the movie "Myth" when Princess Goryeo danced for General Meng Yi of the Qin Dynasty. There is also that affectionate "------ this dance, I only dance for you alone ------". I do not know whether my forgetful solo dance my heart he can see ------
Oh, the heart of him, when will seek you?
The pond, the reeds, the white frost, the autumn water -----
The misty fog, very cool late autumn, the mood to let go, to go in pursuit of that do not know whether there will be real.
The autumn wind swings gently, waves on the sea of reeds. Open your arms and breathe y and freely in the morning air. Wet, with a faint flavor of reed leaves. Closing my eyes, I let the wind brush my long hair and lightly touch my cheeks. Raising my white sarong. Heh, is this the poem "Autumn Water Yi Ren"? And where is the man in my heart?
On the road, there are broken reed leaves, should be with the morning moisture, and with the soft soil, step on the sheep, very comfortable. Like a Persian carpet at home, with the kind of gentle happiness. The road turns round and roundabout, this curved road takes me to find the longing in my heart. Crystalline autumn frost attached to the reed's whole body, bright like a pearl. Like sweet lovers snuggling together, hard to part. The skirt gently ruffled the tip of the reed, a few grains of white frost into water, looking for the final destination of his life. Oh, he in my heart, is my homecoming, where is he?
Against the current, the road becomes difficult and steep. The first piece of sunshine in the morning sprinkled down. The sky and the earth, the space, become warm. The rising reed leaves are green. The white frost folded over the sun's drooping adoration, dazzling drops, thin fog hidden, the world instantly into a sea full of love. Oh, the original life is very beautiful ----. I do not know when the ray of sunshine in my life into my heart? The heart of him, and where is it?
Stopped walking, I have come to the sandbar in the water, the surrounding fog gradually fade, reed on the white frost is slowly melting. The wind is blowing, and it doesn't seem to have so much of a chill. The tide of the reeds ebbs and flows, the mist drifts, and the bright sunshine embellishes this beautiful scene with a new look, decorating the late fall with such splendor. The fresh morning breeze keeps brushing up my hair, and I am looking for him in my heart -----
Along the curved river, although the road is difficult and winding, the heart that pursues happiness is full of hope. Hands gently pull up the left and right skirts, slowly forward, forward, can not help but raise my white sarong, swinging waist, in this late fall by the reed pond, dance -----. Suddenly, I remembered the scene in the movie "Myth" when Princess Goryeo danced for General Meng Yi of the Qin Dynasty. There is also that affectionate "------ this dance, I only dance for you alone ------". I do not know whether my forgetful solo dance my heart he can see ------
Oh, the heart of him, when will seek you?