1. "Rain Alley" is adapted into prose or novel, about 600 words
Jiangnan Rain Alley
Jiangnan, this wet name has always been for those who have lived in the north for a long time. I have a green dream. My longing for Jiangnan and my special liking for Jiangnan made me suspect that my ancestral home should not be in the cold north. When I was reading Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" in middle school, I almost identified myself as the girl with a lilac knot and a hint of sadness. I thought that the rain alley was not in the north, but in the south of the Yangtze River. Only in the south of the Yangtze River can there be rain alleys. The green stone road glowed green in the drizzle, with tall old stone walls covered with moss on both sides. There should be a small stone arch bridge at the end of the alley, and there were boats slowly paddling under the bridge. , a graceful woman stood on the bow deck holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand. . . . . .
This is the Jiangnan in my dream, so real yet so hazy, so intimate yet so strange. Oh, Jiangnan, I should visit you again, I should find my own rain lane.
So, I chose Suzhou because of her delicacy and elegance, and because of her subtlety and tranquility.
When I arrived in Suzhou, the weather was exceptionally sunny. I stayed in the hotel and asked the waiter about the weather and when it would rain. The boy looked at me in surprise and said that I was him. The most special tourist I have ever met. I smiled and didn't explain. Suzhou itself is made of rain. Without rain, it would be like a girl without bright eyes and flowers without dewdrops. Finally, when I woke up one morning, I found drizzle falling outside the window. I happily put on the moon-white cheongsam I bought specially in Suzhou, then took a lavender oil-paper umbrella and walked to the lobby. , I asked the boy where there were alleys, and he was obviously a little confused. He said that there were many alleys in Suzhou, and he didn’t know which one I was looking for. I say the oldest, the longest, the quietest. He smiled, showing a row of beautiful teeth. He said it was a bit difficult, but he could tell me there was an alley not far from here. He didn't know if it was the oldest, but he thought it was the longest and the quietest. of. I smiled and thanked him, and when I walked out of the door, he said to me that you are a tourist who really understands Suzhou.
I found the alley, and the moment I walked into it, the world suddenly became quiet, all the noise stopped, and there was only me and this rainy alley. I walked in slowly, and the sound of footsteps on the bluestone was my long knock. I said to myself: "I'm here." This alley is really long and quiet. I think she should be the most beautiful. Ancient, at least in my mind. The rain all over the sky formed a fine net outside my umbrella. I carefully stroked the soft and slippery moss on the stone wall with my hands. This dark green must be full of vicissitudes of life. I don’t know what is on the other side of the high wall, maybe it’s a teahouse, maybe it’s a busy market, but I think there must have been a very big house thousands of years ago, and there must have been a small building in the house, and there must have been a lonely woman upstairs. Sighing at the window, my sad and beautiful eyes passed through the boundless net, hurting the loneliness of thousands of years, and at this moment, I listened to the monologue in my heart. I am that woman, you are the past life that I pursue, and I am the future life that you call back. The rain lane is so long and quiet, as if it is a tunnel leading to history. The purple sorrow of thousands of years ago bloomed into faint lilacs on this rain lane. I am the girl walking gracefully with an umbrella. I breathed deeply, and I was also breathing deeply a thousand years ago. The soul of my limbs has melted into the moist mist, and then transpired and drifted away. . . . . . At this moment, the rhyme and flow that have been sung in my heart thousands of times has faded into a voice-over. The exquisite hands holding the fine porcelain tea bowl that have been painted in my heart thousands of times have become the background of the scene. The world has been frozen in this rain. Alley, I am the slightly yellowed silhouette in this rainy alley.
At this time, a burst of footsteps approaching from far away interrupted my thoughts. It was a girl walking gracefully with an umbrella. Just as we passed each other, we looked at each other. We were all stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled. We were actually both wearing moon-white cheongsams and holding a lavender oil-paper umbrella. There is such a coincidence in the world, we were in the same place, at the same time, in the same outfit. Two strangers met in the rain and forgot each other in a smile.
At the moment when I looked back, I suddenly realized that I had reached the end of the alley, where time was intertwined. Outside the alley, there were busy people moving forward in public, and inside the alley, there were silent and reserved people watching. . History has quietly faded away, waving goodbye to me in the distant sky. The girl who smiled at me has long since disappeared. Could it be that she is the elf of this rainy alley, who has been waiting here for thousands of years, just for the sake of being with me today? Passed by? Maybe she, like me, came here to find a dream that was lost thousands of years ago?
Is this 600 words long? 2. A 600-word novel
A Millennium Promise
The moonlight is hazy, the shadows of the trees are dancing, the city is smiling, the Millennium Promise is just for looking back on today.
The beautiful lady plays the harp under the tree, but whose strings are touched? Through the ages, who doesn’t remember whose face?
A thousand-year promise, looking back and waiting.
——Inscription
"Mo'er." A call touched the heart of the beautiful lady. I looked up and saw Yueying, and gave a wry smile, "What are you thinking about? He is already dead, and so is my heart." How could he call his name a thousand times but it was not enough. When you fall in love, you accept the pain. No matter what the mortal world sees through, he cannot escape the punishment of fate after all. You who go against your destiny, the punishment will make you miserable and your heart will be so scarred that you can no longer sew it together.
The blood is dripping, the heart cannot beat, and it is sleeping like this. Oh, living is more painful than dying, so just die and have no worries anymore. Yimoman hugged Qin and gradually walked into the lake under the moonlight. The water gradually soaked her clothes. She raised her head and looked at the moon. She just wanted to die without worries. I walked lightly towards the lake, getting deeper and deeper.
Goodbye, Nangong Lu Yu, since there is no fate in this life, then use the pain in this life to exchange for the happiness in the next life! The coldness of the lake made Yimoman's scarred heart sink to the bottom, and she buried that love deep in the treasure chest of love.
The wind blew the hair of the young man standing under the tree, and the monster's face changed from cold to regretful. If you don't exist in this world, and my existence is for you, what would I do if you were not here?
Living without you is like a soulless puppet living a lonely and cold life. The boy leaned down along the tree trunk. I regret it. Yimoman, I won't allow you to leave me! Even if we die together, we will die together!
He ran quickly to the lake. The pain of lack of oxygen was really uncomfortable. He grabbed Yimoman’s pale catkins and used his strength to pull her into his arms. When he saw her pale face, Kissed the lips that had lost their red color.
This kiss is the promise of a thousand-year covenant. 3. Write a 600-word romance novel
Change · MSI took a shower and went upstairs with the book on his back as usual. Then, I put my schoolbag on the corridor and couldn't help but said to me as usual. I walked to the corner of the corridor and looked at the Beidou in the sky. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any stars at this time (there were too many stars!) Most of them were humble and blurry. When I was a child, I heard adults say: When a person dies, a star will appear in the sky, and that star is the person's soul. I can’t help but wonder, what about me? Will it be like the stars in the sky? I also heard that if a person helped or saved many people during his life, he would turn into a star after death, and it would be brighter and twinkling, and he would be worshiped and served by more people. I can't help but think about myself, the future, and the stars...
Times have changed. Of course, this kind of superstition has been overturned by science, but it has given me a lot of understanding. At noon, I walked into the canteen as usual. While waiting to get my lunch box, I looked around. Somehow, this place had changed. It had really changed. It was not as dark and ugly as before, but more magnificent than before. A thatched cottage is better than a palace, but I don't want to be famous here. Looking around here, I was stunned. Today is the opposite of yesterday. Yes, I may have been playful yesterday and may not have studied hard, but today is different from yesterday. I cannot have yesterday’s filth and yesterday’s haze. It’s time to “refresh”. But how? Ask your heart, ask what will happen in the future, ask where you stand, ask if you should do this. Yeah, I gotta wake up.
Looking carefully at the stars, I found the moon. However, most of it was eaten by dogs, leaving only a sickle, and the mountains were left with water. Some appear fragile and desolate. If you don’t believe it, please look at the moonlight. Isn’t it dim?
It's time to go to bed. One person has a bed to himself, and he is obviously lonely. Without the company of the moonlight, he feels very lonely. My eyes couldn't hear the commands, and I had a dream. But...
It's time to wake up. 4. Please help rewrite this article, it’s 600 words, thank you,,
On Sunday, I had nothing to do and found that there were still some vegetables in the kitchen that had not been washed.
I had an idea and thought that if I washed these vegetables, wouldn’t my mother not have to wash them? (In addition, my mother works hard every day, I see it in my eyes, and I really want to do some housework for my mother.) I just did it, took the vegetable basket and put it by the sink, and put the vegetables in the sink. I rolled up my sleeves, turned on the faucet, and started to wash the dishes carefully like my mother did.
I first rub the vegetables with both hands, and then wash the leaves one by one, not even a little bit of dirt. While washing, I touched something soft and furry.
My hand retracted as if it was electrocuted. ah! You won’t know it until you look at it, but you will be shocked when you see it. It turns out to be a big caterpillar lying on a vegetable leaf enjoying the fun of "bathing".
I was so scared that I threw the vegetable leaf far away. Looking at the discarded vegetable leaves, I thought to myself: My mother has been washing vegetables for many years, and I don’t know how many big caterpillars she has encountered, but my mother always calmly picked up the big caterpillars, threw them away, and continued washing vegetables.
And I look like a coward. I plucked up the courage, picked up the discarded vegetable leaves, threw away the big caterpillars, and trampled them to death.
At this time, although I had goosebumps all over my body, I was as happy as if I had won a battle. I hummed a little tune and continued washing vegetables.
(What did I gain from washing vegetables, skills, insights) Looking at the juicy vegetables lying in the basket, I jumped up and down with joy. Finally, I could help my parents do something within my power. . (Realize the feeling of being in charge of one's own family, independence, and one's own growth). 5. Help me write an essay of about 600 words
Forward: Mountain village landscape painting at dusk is always so pure and so peaceful, like the rippling eyes of a girl in her prime. The eyes are clear and ethereal. The afterglow of the setting sun slanted down, outlining the charm of the mountain village. In the village, the smoke curls up like a dream wrapped in a gauze. After dreaming, I wake up again, leaving only sighs and broken memories in my mind, allowing them to spread like clouds, spread, spread... the afterglow. The village in the middle looks like a bride who is about to get married, wrapped in a layer of red phoenix clothes, her head lowered shyly, and two red clouds rise on her face. Deep in the secluded alley, an old scalper waggled his tail, drooped his head, and waddled back. A group of sheep walked past with dancing steps and humming a tune. How happy they were! An old man was waiting anxiously outside Chaifei, sometimes looking at the deep path in the mountains, sometimes pacing back and forth in front of the door. The years climbed up the old man's dark face, and with a pair of deft hands, he carved a trace of growth rings on the old man's face, rippling away like water waves, flowing into history and being forgotten and abandoned. Time climbed up on the old man's shoulders, and dyed the old man's hair white with those magical hands. That silver thread flashes the story of vicissitudes of life in the afterglow. The only thing accompanying the old man was his rough, dry bamboo stick. The bamboo stick no longer had any luster, and all that was left was the curved spine. What the old man cares about is when the shepherd boy's flute will sound.
Pheasant, the singer in the mountains, has never been able to bear loneliness. So, she sang an aria to the sunset. She left her memories to the past and pursued the dawn of tomorrow. The wheat seedlings sway in the wind, blooming with beauty and vitality.
The wind blows, and there are very few mulberry leaves. What is left are only broken branches and leaves...
Wandering in the natural landscape, strolling on the field paths, the fresh air fills the sleeves. Come, people have to shout, "I am so envious and leisurely, and my sadness fades away."
What is outlined by the Tian family in the sunset, is it tranquility? Is it leisure? Is it frustration? Or is it just a dream as far away as the fairyland on the sea? Dream? Throughout the ages, many literati have gotten drunk, slept, dreamed, woke up, and been broken again in the faint afterglow of the sunset... Fantasy! Let all this turn into the bleak rain all over the sky to irrigate that broken heart...
There is a faint Zen flavor in the mountains, rivers and countryside, everything is quiet? Quiet! Quiet... 6. A 600-word essay adapted from a mythical story
The sun god Yandi had a little daughter named Nvwa, who was his most beloved daughter. One day, Nvwa drove a boat to the East China Sea. We were going on a trip, but unfortunately there was a storm on the sea. The mountain-like waves overturned the boat, and the girl drowned in the sea, never to come back. Emperor Yan certainly missed his daughter. But he couldn't use his light and heat to bring her back to life, so she had to grieve alone.
The girl was unwilling to die, so her soul transformed into a little bird named "Jingwei". Jingwei has a flowered head, a white beak, and red paws. It is a bit like a crow in size and lives in Fajiu Mountain in the north. She hated the ruthless sea for taking away her young life, so she often flew to the Western Mountains to pick up a pebble or a twig; she spread her wings and flew high to the East China Sea. She was flying on the rough sea, throwing stones or branches down, trying to fill up the sea.
The sea is rushing and roaring, showing its bright teeth. Jingwei mocked fiercely: "Little bird, forget it, even if you do this job for a million years, you will never fill up the sea."
Jingwei replied to the sea from high in the sky: "Even if you do this job for a million years, you will never fill it up." I will work for ten million years, ten million years, until the end of the universe, the end of the world, and I will fill you up!"
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"Because you took away my young life, many young and innocent lives will be ruthlessly taken away by you in the future."
"Silly bird. Then just do it - do it!" Dahai laughed.
Jingwei screamed in the sky: "I want to do it! I want to do it! I want to do it endlessly! This sea of ??sorrow and hatred, one day I will Fill you up to the ground!"
She flew and screamed. She left the sea and flew back to the Western Mountain; she picked up the stones and branches from the Western Mountain and threw them into the sea.
She flew back and forth like this, never resting until
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Short novel
The boy was born in a wealthy family. He never had to worry about food and clothing. His parents worked hard to earn hard-earned money in other places.
He has liked to exercise since he was a child, and his body is much stronger than others. Without the control of his parents, the teenager learned to smoke, drink, and fight. All bad habits are concentrated on this junior high school student.
The teacher tried his best but could not win back the boy's heart.
The boy made friends with a group of street gangsters, so he followed them to bars and karaoke bars. Finally one day, his buddy A bag of drugs was given to him, and the boy accepted it.
He was infected.
The sun lingered pitifully on the boy's face, and his face clearly showed signs of drug abuse. Skinny. He was obsessed with heroin without even thinking about it.
Until one day, his buddy gave him a knife and asked him to rob him. The young man held the knife and was frightened for a moment. But his companions threatened him to stop supplying drugs if he didn't go.
The boy repented for the first time. He still couldn't resist the temptation of drugs at home and found them. He staggered open the door and They were smoking drugs in a haze, and there was a small bag of white powder on the ground at the door. He knew that it was prepared for him.
He followed the group of gangsters into society, and when he had the first time on his hands After being stained with other people's blood, he didn't care anymore. He helped others fight, and the reward they paid him was drugs, which was a very fair deal.
The boy took drugs like this for two years. .
His parents found out and found the originally cute son in the nightclub. The boy had changed. His parents’ faces were twitching and their hearts were filled with despair. They did not have this son.
If there is a prodigal son in the world, the young man is the prodigal son. After meeting his parents that time, he seemed to have seen that happy family in a hazy state. He really wanted to go back to the past.
He endured the torture of drugs and went to a public telephone booth to cut off contact with gangsters. He went to a "drug borrowing house" where all drug addicts were.
Two years later, Sunshine returned. Once it shines on the young man's face, I envy the sunshine on the young man's face.
Beautiful Golden Triangle, on your fertile land, how many poppies grow toward the sun, and how many fresh lives have perished. life! 8. Adapt the poem "Rain Alley" into a prose or novel of about 600 words
Hesitating in this lonely alley
The falling raindrops slap the cool prologue
Who is looking at my sadness quietly with clear eyes
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The white sleeves whisper in the rain
The skirts sing in the mist
Just like my melancholy smile
and The slightly swaying oil-paper umbrella
Maybe her departure took away my original intention
and also took away the sigh I once had
But it passed away What doesn’t go away is the faint
Time flies
Gradually melancholy creeps into my eyebrows
The window at the end of the long alley
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I have a pair of worried eyes
With the slight frown at the tip of my eyebrows
I quietly imagine the drying of my memory
Hesitating in this lonely place Alley
The falling raindrops hit the prelude of autumn
Who uses quiet eyes
to quietly look at my sadness? 9. Requesting a 600-word novel about campus life
If darkness is also pure, then the first spring thunder and lightning are declarations of love.
Pengpeng and Sujuan met by chance during a meal. Pengpeng remembered Sujuan, but Sujuan only remembered that Pengpeng was very tall. Pengpeng found out about Sujuan's school, and they got to know each other from then on. Pengpeng began to find that as long as he did not see Sujuan for a day, he would suffer from insomnia and look at the dark window alone at night. Every weekend, Pengpeng took Sujuan out to play, and slowly, they fell in love. .
Just like autumn leaves, blown down by the wind, they scattered into pieces all over the earth.
Sujuan graduated and went to work in the outside world, leaving Pengpeng alone in a small town surrounded by mountains. It was midsummer, and Pengpeng couldn't find Sujuan, so he often listened to the tapes left by Sujuan in the rain. Every time, Pengpeng couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face. . In late autumn, Pengpeng went to the woods where he and Sujuan had been before. Pengpeng carefully picked up the fallen leaves, just like picking up the fragments of his own heart. . Pengpeng believes that Sujuan will come back and will definitely come back. .
Just like spring flower buds, picked up by bees and matured, they opened coldly and entered the heat.
Spring came quietly in the cold, and Pengpeng suddenly got news about Sujuan. Pengpeng was so happy that he bathed in the first spring rain. Sujuan came back. In the dark night, Pengpeng wanted to send Sujuan home. Sujuan refused and sat with Pengpeng in the park all night. That night, they cuddled up against each other, using their lips to warm each other in the rain. . When Sujuan was leaving by train, she said to Pengpeng, "Wait for me." .
Just like the flowers are brilliant, the sun is scorching the earth, the maple leaves in autumn are trying to be red, and when it is cold, it is even worse.
Pengpeng was admitted to university and came to another city not far from Sujuan. Pengpeng often went to see Sujuan. On that late autumn night, they were lingering together, telling the story of the passing time with their body temperature. . Sujuan had to get up early to go to work every day, and Pengpeng got up very late every day, and then went to find Sujuan for lunch, because Pengpeng didn't know how he could live without Sujuan by his side. .
Those are two white candles. In the cold dark night, while burning themselves, they also cast a warm shadow on each other.
Pengpeng went to see Sujuan more and more often and stayed longer and longer. Pengpeng enjoyed the world between them and Sujuan. When Sujuan lay in Pengpeng's arms, Pengpeng felt that time had stopped. Sujuan closed her eyes and felt very safe. . After the holiday, they returned to their respective homes, told stories on the phone, and felt love with their hearts. .
In the dictionary of love, is there forever? . .
It’s early summer again, love has become the weather, and it changes at any time. Pengpeng didn't tell Sujuan, so he went to find her quietly. When he opened the door and went in, he saw Sujuan sitting with a boy. Pengpeng got angry and rushed to hit the man, but Sujuan stopped him. Pengpeng accidentally hit Sujuan too. Pengpeng stopped, Sujuan cried, the man ran away, Pengpeng turned and left. .
The tears shed are salty, and the heart broken is real.
Pengpeng went home and burst into tears in front of his mother. The mother did not blame Pengpeng, but said to Pengpeng, okay, it's all over. . Pengpeng began to take classes well and became an obedient child. Pengpeng still thinks of Sujuan every sleepless night. .
If one day, the one you love does not live up to your love,
If one day, you lose your love, or the one you love abandons you,
If one day, you forget what you loved before,
If one day, you travel across the ocean with your love for him,
When that day comes, you must remember: Don’t be afraid of free love. People with a loving heart will always be young. Don’t be afraid of paying love by mistake. Those with a loving heart are also truly happy people and truly selfless people. .
Sujuan is the person Pengpeng loves most in his life, and Pengpeng is me. .
I remember the 857 days of loving you, and the sadness and pain you gave me. The facts made me understand that love is an elusive thing, and I am an inexplicable man. .
I'm dying because I still love you! I sold my soul to the devil and I look forward to doom! I began to hate the sun. I was in my 19th level of hell, waiting for my nightmare. .
Give you a beginning and an end;
Beginning; Childhood is a beautiful beaded chain made of innocent and childish stories. In this beaded chain, there is one thing that I still haven’t forgotten. It was an incident that happened in xxx. . . .
Ending; The campus of laughter and laughter. It gave me a beautiful 10. Write a novel of about 600 words
Daming Lake, thousands of miles of blue waves, the lake is melodious.
A woman stood alone on the bank of Daming Lake, facing the lake, standing tall and graceful. But her eyes were not looking at the picturesque Daming Lake in front of her, but at the opposite side of the lake. The beautiful and sad chrysanthemum stage.
This girl has long hair reaching her waist. She is dressed in green clothes and looks like a fairy. There is a hairpin in the shape of a lotus on her head. She has moon-shaped eyebrows, water-cut eyes, and a slender nose that looks like jasper. A little red lip, small and lovely.
Her name is Xia Yuhe, and she is staring at her lover opposite, her beloved Jay Chou. He held a bright gold long knife in his hand, which could cut gold, jade, and iron like mud. The gold armor he was wearing was shining brightly. At this moment, his sword eyebrows were raised in anger, and his wolf-like firm eyes were staring at Xia Yuhe opposite.
He came to Chrysanthemum Terrace to find Xia Yuhe. She was on the other side. But the visible distance between them is as far away as the end of the world...
If there is an afterlife, I will never let her leave me! Jay Chou thought silently in his heart.
Xia Yuhe looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears, and she knew she was here for him. Leaving him stubbornly had deeply hurt his heart, but... everything was not as simple as imagined.
She thought he would never appear in front of her again, but he still put on his armor and clenched the long knife in his hand. The hero was so angry that he turned red.
Once upon a time, they loved each other so deeply, but now...
Maybe Jay Chou knows that it is impossible for them to be together, due to time, luck, and fate... But even this It's destiny, I have to break the sky! For Xia Yuhe! What does it mean to be enemies in the same sky! !
Deep love will never change in this life...
As the God of War of the Three Realms, he disregarded all his divine rights, just to come to the world, just for her!
But after all, she is just a mortal, who will eventually grow old and die...
Xia Yuhe knew, how could she let him endure loneliness alone? Gently, she shook her head at Jay Chou.
"No!!!!" Jay Chou knelt down on the ground, looking up to the sky and screaming...
This feeling can be remembered, but...
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