The moon has not yet rested, illuminating the night of parting, and even more holding a green lamp to see the flowers, a solo cold crescent moon teeth,. Soft language Chinese chapter, vegetarian writing departed Fu, head resting on the green flowers, hanging on the water and wood years.
Konghou play all the sadness and happiness, the stars lead to the moon residue, solo **** life, and no one spared from the teachings of the fall, disturbed whose sleep, the flow of the year is like water, wasted a lifetime, making the night thick residual wine soaked soft sword, stolen by the wind of the acacia twisted into a flower, stealing a dream, besieged by a person. When the moon is out, people quiet after, unlimited thoughts can sink the boat.
Opposite the speechless look at each other for a long time, and said that the wind flow is still the same, about the evening sun behind the gathering of the West Building, *** to enjoy the lone line of the broken moon, the moon as a hook, a thousand years of sorrow, said endlessly, the vicissitudes of change in the sea across the stream, only to the remnants of the leaves of the twilight rain to know the autumn, sighing the red dust young, less white head, warmth to each other to be able to identify the past as the future, the clear wind dancing bright moon, the mountain dream falls between the flowers, the only one to know a volume of the Brahma Sutra under the.
Standing alone under the moon, the shape and shadow, flying cloud Ran Ran Asengao Road, send the dust to go, Jinsei years, a night of fish and dragon dance, the wind is full of sleeves.
The tears of the departed, lovesickness, who said that the idle feelings thrown long, despair is still the same, the dream for the Yuan Farewell cries hard to call, the book was urged into the ink is not yet thick, the world look at the jade hooks, did not in the green hills, people sing and cry in the sound of the water, the orchid dew, such as crying eyes, fireworks can not be cut, your fault, my fault.
Drinking dew, out of the sparse tree, that can come to the white head of the lead, the wind more sound easy to sink, the curtain curtain in the late autumn thousands of rain, the sunset Terrace, a flute fly, the cloud fairy ancient and modern with the rain and wind of the evening, if the solution to the sentiment of letting you boast, the green poplars, pregnant with the heart of Tanlang by the fly, the knot of the same heart, under the bright moon.
The new moon in the Pinglin forest, after the return of people, do not resign to the mirror face thin, across the time, fuzzy red beans, the moon is not yet central, the people song long, the micro-degree embroidered hibiscus, the idle love throw long, the jade pianxiang cold, the tears began to dry, no help from the morning to cold rain and the evening to the wind, the night of the Shaoguang, the most is the haste, still play the song of parting.
Dropping tears to the bright moon, wear down but this parting, micro-recitation first steal the eyes, broken souls but redeem the song of separation, Han Li Mei flower convergence traces, a thousand years ago, I used Han Li to write down the Tang poem, and in this life I began to fill in the lyrics for you, the city has not yet seen the flowers, the year is thin like a veil, the Ming Dynasty to sell idle tea, the spring breeze, a cup of wine, the night rain, ten years of lamps.
The white heads of the people chanting the words of separation, it is difficult to endure the light parting, short songs and chanting can not be long, worry to think, the bright moon to forget, the bucket of wine scattered lapel face, difficult to deal with the heart, the thought of Er zero fall by the cold wind, the wind of the fall, to be chanted, always for the floating clouds to cover the moon, on behalf of the clothes and crowns into the ancient mound, half fell outside the spring, in the middle of the bright moon building.
2. Returning to the Ruoxi expanded prose 800 wordsReturning to the Ruoxi life's road is too long, too long, lonely, but no one is always accompanied by the cold days, I do not know where to warm up, a bumpy ride, limping, toward the unknown end of the road.
A few points of cold autumn rain across the cheeks, swept over the hillside, fell into the lake. A piece of aged leaves drifted across the mountains, across the ditch, long sleep on the earth.
It turns out that in the sight of heaven and earth, all life is looking for their respective destinations. Life is a kind of righteousness, abandon unnecessary remembrance, looking for the true meaning of the return.
And let us feel the heavy, is on the way to those most beautiful pass. If the length of time alone to talk about life, it is really "all beings are equal", but equality is not the end of the life, because we are not only pursuing a simple destination.
The return of the raindrops seems to be in the form of unification, but who can be sure that they have traveled the same road? They may come from the clouds in the sky, and then into the air rain, and then return to the gaseous state, let the body temperature of the cold night tossed, condensed into the silver on the green leaves in the morning, and then finally from where it came from, back to where it went. Simple but complex, seemingly the same but different, the twists and turns can not be summarized in pale words! Whenever I see the falling leaves passing by, I can not help but start to be in awe, in awe of their courage to drift between heaven and earth, in awe of their veins outside the record, in awe of their life through the prosperous ups and downs, and then returned to the silence of the righteousness.
I wish that all the people in the world, like raindrops and leaves, with heavy memories, the prosperity of the ups and downs of the dashing, indifferent to the life of all sorts of things, to return to.
3. to return to write a driving essayKonghou play all the sadness and happiness, the stars lead to the moon residue, solo **** life, and no one spared from the teachings of the fall, disturbed whose sleep, the flow of years like water.
Alone standing under the moon, the shape and shadow of each other, medicine into the blue sea is difficult to escape, if the glory of the similarity of the cited Oxford, the relative look at the poor, the vegetarian writing the departure of the Fu, a song of a solo cold crescent moon teeth, the book was pushed into the ink is not yet thick, and in this life I began to fill in the lyrics for you, the Jade Sheng cold, the earth to look at the Jade Hooks, the mountain dream fell between the flowers, about the evening sun behind the gathering of the West Building, idle feelings thrown for a long time, the blurred red beans, the green poplar at the head of the head of the pillow green flowers, the hanging of the water and wood, the love of each other The wind steals the love of each other and twists it into flowers, stealing a dream and besieging a person. When the moon is out, after people are quiet, unlimited thoughts can sink the boat.
Opposite the speechless look at each other for a long time, and said that the wind flow is still the same, slightly embroidered hibiscus, alone know a volume of the Brahma Sutra under, making the night thick residual wine soaked soft sword gas.
Dropping tears to the bright moon, wear down but this parting, micro-chanting first steal the eye, broken souls, but the redeeming song, Han Li Meihua convergence traces.
The white heads of the people chanting the separation, it is difficult to endure the light parting, short songs and chanting can not be long, worry to think, the bright moon to forget, the bucket of wine scattered lapel face, difficult to deal with the heart, the idea of Er zero fall by the cold wind, the wind of the autumn don't, to be chanted, always for the floating clouds to cover the moon, on behalf of the clothes and crowns into the ancient mound, half fall outside the spring, in the middle of the bright moon building. The case, if you understand how sentimental any gentleman boast, the wind dance bright moon, the moon is not yet central, less white head, that more chaotic red sad throat.
--- The title of the moon is not yet rested, shining on the night of the parting, more hold the green lamp to see the flowers, the dream for the Yuan Farewell cries hard to call, harboring the heart of Tan Lang by then fly, knot the same heart, under the bright moon. Pinglin crescent moon after people return, do not resign in the mirror Zhu Yan thin, across the time, who said the idle love throw long, flying clouds Ran Rang Asengao Road, a thousand years ago I wrote down the Tang poetry with Han Li, days for whom to see, pulp to the Blue Bridge easy to beg, send the dust to go, the people song long, helpless towards the cold rain and late winds, **** reward the lone line of the broken moon, the moon, such as hooks, a thousand sorrows, said endlessly, the vicissitudes of change in the sea across the stream, only to the remnants of the leaves of the twilight rain to know the autumn, sighing the red dust is less than a year, and the moon, the moon is a hook. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
One life, one life, one pair of people, to teach the two places of the soul. Soft language, warmth, in order to identify the past, such as to come, tears began to dry: "Return to the Ruoxi Rhetoric" landscape idyll poet Tao Yuanming's a prose, Acacia Fugue, Shaoguang night, despair is still the same, wasted a lifetime I Introduction.
More sequel rewrite essay in Baidu Raiders, the work represents the highest achievement of the landscape idyllic poetry school. Have you ever also want to move their heads, play their language level, to rewrite the "return to Ruoxi", did not in the green hills, people singing and crying in the sound of the water, the orchid dew, such as crowing eyes, the fireworks can not be cut, your fault, my fault.
Drinking clear dew, out of the rusty tung, that can come to the white head of the lead, the wind more sound easy to sink, the curtain in the late fall, a thousand rain, the sunset platform a flute fly, the cloud fairy ancient and modern with the wind and rain of the evening.
4. "Returning to Ruoxi" to rewrite the article from the author's point of viewGo home! The fields are about to be deserted, so why not go back? Since one's mind is enslaved to form, why be so disillusioned and grieve alone? I realize that the mistakes of the past are irredeemable, but I believe that they can be repaired in the years to come. In fact, I have not gone too far from the wrong path, and have realized that it is right to go home, but wrong to be an official. The boat is gently drifting on the water, the breeze is blowing my clothes. I asked the pedestrians about the road ahead, but I hated that the morning light was not bright enough. At last I saw the door of my humble home, and I ran forward happily. The houseboys greeted me cheerfully, and the children stood at the gate. The paths in the yard were overgrown with weeds, but the pines and chrysanthemums were still there; and when I took the children into the house, the wine was already full. I took up my wine-jug and drank from it, and the trees made me happy; and I leaned against the south window to rest my pride, and found it easy to be at ease in this small place. The gate of the garden is often closed, and I enjoy walking in the garden every day (alone); I walk with my walking stick and look up at the distant (sky). White clouds naturally floating out of the cave, tired birds know to fly back to their nests; daylight is dim, about to set, I can not bear to leave, hand touching the lone pine. Come back! I'll break my fellowship with worldly men. What is the use of going out in a car, when all they do is not to my liking? How pleasant it is to talk with the old folks in the country, to play the zither and read to break the sadness of my face; and the farmer tells me that the spring has come, and that he is going to plow the fields in the west. Sometimes in a toweled cart, sometimes in a lonely boat, I have to explore the deep ravines and walk over the uneven hills. The trees flourished and the springs flowed gently, and I envied everything in its time and lamented that my life was coming to an end. Forget it! How much time is left on this earth? Why don't you stay or go as you wish? Why do you want to go somewhere else? Riches and riches are not my desire, nor is there any hope of ascending to the immortal world. I love the beauty of that good time to enjoy alone, or to support the staff weeding help seedlings grow; climbed the eastern slopes of the mountain I let out a long whistle, along with the clear stream to sing poetry; let's just go with nature to the end of life, to the fate of heaven for the joy of it, there is no hesitation uncertainty?
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My family is poor, and I can't make ends meet by cultivating the fields.
My family has many children, and there is often no grain in the rice bowl, so I can't find a way to make ends meet. I was advised by my relatives and friends to go out and become a government official, and I had the same idea in my mind, but I did not have the means to do so.
It so happened that there was a mission to foreign countries, and the governor of each state and county was very fond of talents, so my uncle recommended me because he saw that I was poor, and I was appointed as an official of a small town. At that time, the war had not subsided, and I was afraid of the mission to a faraway place.
Pengze County is only a hundred miles away from my hometown, and the grain harvested from the public fields was enough for brewing, so I had to come down. But after a few days, the thought of returning to his hometown arose.
Why?
Why? Because my nature is frank and natural, and I will not be forced to do; although hunger and cold are urgent matters, but against their own hearts will make people feel very painful. Although I have been an official, I have been driven by life; and I have been annoyed and agitated, and I have been ashamed of my life's work.
But still want to wait until after the fall harvest, then pack up and leave overnight.
Soon after, married to the Cheng family's sister died in Wuchang, to hurry to go to the funeral, so he abandoned his official departure.
From August to winter, I was an official for more than 80 days. In response to this incident, he expressed his feelings in his heart, and named this article "Returning to the City".
It was in November of the year Yisi. The first is that the first time I saw the movie, the second time I saw the movie, the third time I saw the movie, the third time I saw the movie! Since I let my mind be driven by the form, why do I still want to be sad and grieve alone? I realized that what I had done wrong in the past could not be undone, while what I knew about the future could be remedied.
Although I have gone astray, I am not too far away, and I have realized that it is right to return to the field now, and it was wrong to go out in the past. The boat drifted forward gently in the water, and the breeze blew my clothes.
I asked the pedestrians about the journey ahead, only to hate that the morning sky was hazy and not yet very bright. As soon as I saw the door of my humble home, I ran for it with joy.
The servants of the house came to meet me, and the children were waiting at the door. The paths in the courtyard were deserted, but only the pine trees and chrysanthemums remained.
The children were escorted into the house, where the wine was ready. It was a pleasure to drink from the jug and look at the trees in the courtyard.
The body rested on the south window to express its pride, and I was y impressed that even a simple house can be a source of happiness and fulfillment. Every day to take a walk in the garden, have their own pleasure, the house has a door but often closed.
He wandered around with his walking stick, sometimes lifting his head to look into the distance. The clouds in the sky naturally drifted out from the side of the mountain peaks, and the birds were tired of flying and knew they were coming back.
Daylight slowly darkens the sun is about to set, I still caress the independent pine tree wandering reluctant to leave. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Since the world is against my will, I have to drive out to pursue something! I am happy to talk to my relatives, and to play the piano and read a book, which will help me to relieve my sorrows. The farmers tell me that spring is here and that they will plow the fields in the west.
Sometimes I rode in a curtained cart, sometimes I rowed in a boat. Sometimes it passed through winding and deep ravines, and sometimes it passed through high and low hills.
Seeing the trees thriving and the springs trickling. I really envy the natural world, everything is alive and well, sighing that his life is about to end.
Forget it! Life is hosted in the world and how much time, why not with their own mind and let nature take its course? Why is it that all day long you are not sure where you want to go? I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I'm sure I'm not looking for the same thing. I will go out alone on a good day, or put my cane aside to do some weeding and cultivating.
Sometimes I climbed up to the east side of the hill and let out a long whistle, and sometimes I chanted a poem by the side of the crystal-clear water.
Sometimes we go up to the eastern hill and sing, sometimes we sing by the clear water, and sometimes we sing.
6. How to rewrite Returning to China into a narrative essay, thank youMy family was very poor, and the food we got from farming was not enough for our own consumption, let alone selling the remaining food for money.
The family has a total of seven or eight children, and it's hard to turn around in a small house with so many people living in it. The bottles of food have reached the bottom, even the most basic needs of life are not guaranteed, and I have not found a new job.
Most of my relatives and friends advised me to go to the government to get a position, subsidize the family, so that the day a little more generous. Although I had the idea of becoming an official, there was no way to seek it, and it happened that there was a mission to a foreign land, and the governor of that county had made it a character to love and cherish talent.
My uncle saw me living in poverty, so he interceded with the county governor, who made me a small magistrate. At this time it happened that the warlords were at war, and I did not want to be an official in a place far from home, and it happened that Pengze county was only a hundred miles away from home, and cultivated the public fields, and had enough wine to drink, so I went there.
After a few days, moved to go home. The nature is frank and sincere, not forced to make a show, although freezing and hungry, but against their will will will be more painful, do the official is to make a living, but therefore enslaved to themselves, this is what a sad thing ah! So the heart is very emotional melancholy, inner excitement, y ashamed of the ambition of life, the crops are ripe in the blink of an eye, thought: pack up and leave overnight.
Soon after hearing the news of his sister's death in Wuchang, the heart is very sad, the heart is anxious to go back to the resignation. In the 80 days from fall to winter, because things were going my way when I was an official, I wrote the article "Returning to my home" to commemorate these days.
November, the first year of Emperor Jinan's Yi Xi. Go back, the fields have been deserted why not go back? Why grieve when one has chosen to let the mind be enslaved by the form? There is nothing I can do to salvage it; those who know can come and remedy it.
Go out to be an official place is not much farther, suddenly feel that the hometown is not what it used to be, the boat in the water gently floating, the wind gently hold up my sleeves, ask the pedestrians comprehensive road is still far away, seems to look at the head, regret that the morning light is dim, the sky is not yet through the light. Far away from seeing their own house, so clap their hands and run happily, the servants greeted me at the door, the children also jumped into my arms, one said: "Father, I miss you."
Every day I went to the garden to walk around and relax, and the door was closed every day. Leaning on the cane to skate, from time to time to raise his head to look into the distance, the clouds leisurely from the mountains emerged, the birds flew all day to go back to the nest to rest to go, daylight dark, to fall down the hill, but I still caress the lone pine wandering refused to leave.
Go back! I want to sever ties with mortals, who do not share my aspirations, but also to pursue what? The knowing words of my relatives make me happy, and I often play the zither and read to dispel my inner sorrows. The farmer told me that spring had arrived and it was time to plow the fields in the west.
Sometimes he drove a tow truck, sometimes he paddled a boat, sometimes he passed through deep ravines, sometimes he passed through high and low hills. The trees are thriving, the springs are flowing slowly, this is nature telling us that spring is here ah! Forget it! I don't know how much longer my body will be hosted in heaven and earth, so why don't I do something I want to do? I don't want to be rich and famous, and it's even more impossible to be an immortal, so I'm going to go out for a walk or put down my walking stick to weed and cultivate seedlings.
Climbing up to the east side of the high hill to let out a long whistle, facing the creek to let out a song, let's just go along with the nature and pass, life at the end of what can be suspected?
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Go back, the field is about to be deserted, why don't you go back! Since you think that your mind is enslaved by form, why are you despondent and sad alone? Recognize that the mistakes of the past are irredeemable, and know that the things of the future can still be recovered.
It's not too far to go, to realize that today is "yes" and yesterday was "no". The boat drifted forward lightly, and the breeze was blowing the top of the boat.
Ask the pedestrians about the road ahead, hate the morning light is still so weak and confused. I was so happy to see the ugly house in my hometown that I ran straight ahead.
The maid came to meet me with joy, and the youngest child was waiting at the door of the house. The paths in the courtyard will be deserted, but I am glad that the pines and chrysanthemums still exist in the garden.
I took the child into the inner room, where there were bottles full of wine. I took a jug of wine and a glass of wine, and looked at the branches of the trees in the courtyard, which really made me happy.
Leaning against the south window, I was proud of my feelings, and I felt that it was easy to live in a humble place and feel at ease. Every day in the garden to walk in their own fun, although there is a garden door but often closed.
Leaning on a walking stick or strolling or leisurely resting everywhere, from time to time to raise their heads to the distance to see. Clouds of smoke naturally wafted out of the cave, and the birds knew to return when they were tired of flying.
Daylight is getting darker and the sun will be going down soon, and I touched the lone pine and lingered. I will not be able to go back, I want to cut off from the outsiders.
Since the world is against me, what can I ask for in a car? The first thing I want to do is to get a good understanding of the situation, and I want to be able to talk about it in a way that will make me happy, and I want to do it in a way that will make me happy. The farmers told me that the spring has come and I will go to the west to plow the fields.
Some people drove a tarpaulin cart, some paddled a small boat. At times they followed the winding streams into the valleys, at times they followed the rugged paths over the hills.
The trees were thriving and the springs began to trickle. I envied the timing of things and lamented that my life was coming to an end.
Forget it! I'm not sure how much time I have left in the world! I'm not sure how much time I have left in this world. Why are you so anxious to get somewhere? I'm not looking for the rich and famous, and I'm not looking for the immortal world. I hope that I will go out alone on a good day, or that I will put my cane in the field to weed the grass and cultivate the seedlings.
I'm going to go up to the east side of the hill and sing, and I'm going to face the clear water, and I'm going to recite a poem. The first thing you need to do is to go to the end of your life with the changes in nature, and then you can be happy with your life and have a good time.