Tianjingsha Qiu Si expanded 350 words

To the west, a remnant sun shot diagonally from the barren mountain, and everything on the ground was covered in a blur of blood.

The autumn wind came at me mercilessly, and at the same time it eroded my soul.

I walked alone in a foreign land, accompanied only by the skinny old horse that I got along with day and night. After many days of wandering, it was already exhausted like me. I staggered forward with it, hoping to spend the night at someone else's house, but there seemed to be no end in sight to the desolate ancient road.

Just like my current state of mind, after today, I don't know if there will be tomorrow, I can only take one step at a time.

I led the old horse to a weeping tree, and when I looked at the few fragile branches that remained, I couldn't help but think of how vibrant it was in the mood for flowers. But now, the old tree in front of me has lost its brilliance and has become dim, and there is no shadow of life in it. The vines that wrapped around it had withered, and it looked so weak that it couldn't help but be windy.

Think about how vigorous its vitality was back then! Because of the tree, how fast it grows and how high it climbs. When it gradually grew old, it could no longer stand the ravages of wind and rain, and could only die silently.

The crow of the crow returning home at dusk broke the silent sky, and although it was a little vibrant, it was monotonous and harsh.

I pulled the old horse and continued to walk forward. I saw a small stream with a thin murmur of water, crystal clear. There was a small wooden bridge over the stream, only a foot wide, with uneven planks and unusually rudimentary.

The stream flowed in a tumbling stream, so free, so joyful, so carefree. Listening to the flowing water, the melancholy mood actually had a faint relief.

A few wisps of light smoke floated from the house in the dim sky, and the smell of rice greeted him. I looked back, and the pale yellow window paper reflected the happy smile of a family of three. Looking back at myself, I was lonely, alone, even if I was accompanied by an old horse, I couldn't reveal a trace of warmth.

My family, but in a distant homeland.

The old trees are entwined with dead vines, and there are a few crows resting in the trees. Under the small bridge, the water is murmuring, and the colorful sand and stones of the newly withered maple leaves can be clearly seen under the stream. There was a family living by the stream.

On the ancient and silent road, the autumn wind is bleak, and the yellow sand is all over the sky. A tired horse staggered along me. The sun is slowly setting in the west.

At this time, the scenery in front of me was really full of desolation, the vines were withered, and the trees were thousand-year-old. The biting cold wind was blowing wildly. It is a desolate ancient road, and the horse is a weak horse.

I'm a drifter at the end of the world. How can I keep my guts in the face of such a situation? This is mine, check it out.

I walked alone on the ancient road with a scrawny horse, and the autumn wind blew howly. Not far away a withered vine wrapped around an old tree, and the crow had just arrived and was staring at me. Smoke curls from the homes in the distance.

Alas! At this time last year, I was also at home with my relatives and eating a hot meal. Now, however, all I have in front of me is this long trail of the sun that is about to go down in Alun.

The sunset in my hometown is so red, but there is no family here! Even the crow has its own home, but what about me? Far away from their homeland, those who wander the world still have a home!

I walked on the road, facing the autumn wind, and saw the fallen leaves next to me, the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, the old vines wrapped around the old trees, and a few families next to the small bridge The sun was setting, and I was still drifting in the corner of the world.

According to the original meaning and his own language, it is enough to mainly highlight the author's sadness and homesickness.

Don't think about it so hard, understand the artistic conception of the song well, you can write it yourself!

Tianjing Shaqiu Si expanded 150 words(a).

The autumn scenery is so poignant and depressed. It was almost dusk, only a few old trees stood here, the trunks were engraved with the mark of time, and the autumn leaves were gone, only the withered yellow vines were full of old sorrows, snuggling with the old trees.

A few crows perched on the treetops, and their mournful cries rang across the land. Autumn water flows slowly under the ancient stone bridge, towards the end of time; (The lonely little village, with curling smoke, could not be dispersed for a long time; On a muddy and bumpy path, only the old horse struggled to carry the goods into the distance, and behind it was the howling of the west wind, like a thin whip, constantly whipped at its body; The sunset looked at the earth affectionately, and the afterglow gradually dissipated, and what about the wanderers who wandered the world, where did they belong? There was only silence, and only the remnants of autumn could give him a little comfort, and then he continued to embark on the wandering road ......

Chapter 1: "Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts" expanded.

A few withered yellow fallen leaves quietly looked at the autumn wind and breathed.

Earth. Withered vines straddle and coil listlessly around the old trees.

Listen, the wind blows the trunk of the tree, and the sound it makes seems to be that the old tree is constantly complaining about the inequality of fate; Look, the sun is shining on the withered vines, and the dull light seems to be the fire of the withered vines' fleeting life.

At dusk, a few crows let out a mournful and distant cry in the autumn wind.

In the twilight, the graceful little river gurgled happily into the distance, and the houses nestled among the mountains were so harmonious under the lingering river. A family sitting on a bench next to the house was chatting and laughing happily ...... heartBut where is my home? When will I be able to enjoy this family fun?

On the potholed ancient road, the wind blew from west to north, and I didn't think there would be any turmoil in my heart. I closed my eyes, pulled the horse rope in my left hand, and quietly tried to melt the chill ...... insideInadvertently, my mind and the horse pulled, hey, the horse, the horse, you are the same as me, wandering, the four seas are ...... homeThe remnant sun at dusk gradually faded. The setting sun left the glorious splendor of that moment at the moment when the wind was gone.

The sunset is coming home too......The sentimentality in my heart couldn't help but swell forward ......Heartbroken—I—walks the north and south of the river.

Chapter 2: Expand "Tianjingsha Autumn Thoughts".

At dusk, a few clouds drifted in the sky, on the trees, a few withered vines clinging to the old trees weakly, the west wind blew in gusts, and a few crows flew back to the nest helplessly, and a few cries were heard from time to time.

I rode listlessly. The horse, my only companion, has wandered with me and is exhausted, but what about me? It was also skinny, and the west wind blew through a few strands of my broken hair, and a trace of sorrow passed through my heart: when will I return to my hometown?

The morning sun had slid to the west, and not far ahead, a small bridge. Under the small bridge, the babbling stream flowed by, and there were bursts of laughter from one family to another. What a blessing!

Now, where is my family? Are they happy in life? Thinking of this, my homesickness is even stronger.

Standing on the ancient road, the west wind blew my cheeks mercilessly, but what is this compared to the pain of homesickness? O wanderer! When will you end this hard life of eating and sleeping in the open!

Thinking, thinking, I lay on a withered yellow grass, fell asleep, and the dream took me to the ...... of my fantasy home

It's really really a good poem.

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows.

I've come all the way here, and I'm struggling here; This is my landscape, leaving your world, like a green vine withering and aging. There is no more spreading youth to burn. I am like rain, and you are the migratory bird, which has always been accustomed to sense my arrival and quickly hide; You are like the wind, and I am a drifting cloud, and every fantasy is shattered by meeting you.

I am a vine, always want to entangle you with my thoughts and love, and you are not the majestic old tree, willing to connect with me with the same root, the faint crow that flies away is another expression of you to me.

Small bridges and flowing water.

Thin trickle, clear and clear, twists and turns.

You and I are separated from each other, and the water and the letter are connected. In a few words, how can it be so thoughtful?

The bridges are connected, the friendship is strong, and it is the joy of the eyebrows.

The festive people on both sides of the strait, the house is full of red, how can you be jealous? Guarding the token, where is Nian You?

The stream sustenance of thoughts, running into the distance, day and night. This thought, how can you be so worried?

Ancient road west wind thin horse.

I raised my whip and continued in the footsteps of my previous life. The ruins of the ancient road are still there, and the weeds have covered the way. Looking into the distance, the future is boundless, ** is my home?

The wind was blowing in my hair, as if it had been centuries, so familiar. As the sun sets, stretching my east-facing figure, loneliness is not with me, and the lean horse is bent down to nibble on the vines of the esophagus. Only by firming up my pace can I look for your dawn in the direction of the wind.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

The sunset is so beautiful, yet so short. Just like life, it is short and beautiful. Sometimes people can grasp and control everything, but only emotions control people.

What is love, what is love? Because there is no answer, go and look for it. The person who found the answer was broken, drifting to other places, until he was lonely and old, but he still talked about that ageless love.

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads over the earth.

The green vines that used to be like green waterfalls have long since withered, leaving only the dead branches and leaves that linger, the summer green trees have long since grown old, only the hollow trunks remain, and the crows chirp as if lamenting the arrival of autumn, and then they also flapped their thin wings and flew into the blurred sky.

A small bridge that was built at some unknown point was trembling slightly, and the water was tirelessly rushing along this winding path, wondering if it would be possible to follow this path back to his home. The west wind followed, and the cold was penetrating, and the old horse seemed to shiver in this cold wind.

Before you know it, the sunset is no longer visible, sad and sad, when will you return to your home?

At dusk, a flock of crows returning to their nests landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines and let out a terrible wail.

The water under the small bridge is rattling, and the smoke of the villagers by the small bridge is curling.

On the old post road, a thin horse struggled to move forward against the bleak west wind.

The setting sun gradually loses its luster and sets in the west.

In the bleak night, only the lonely traveler wanders in the distant world.

On an autumn evening, on the desolate ancient road, the west wind blows strongly, and the fallen leaves flutter in the air like butterflies. An old tree next to the ancient road, like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes, is intertwined, covered in pimples, and twisted branches. A few withered vines wrapped around the old tree like snakes.

A few crows flapped their wings and landed on the bare branches, looking lifeless. Suddenly, a small river appeared in front of him, an ancient bridge arched over the river, not far from the river, rising curling smoke, it turned out to be a small village, people were preparing a sumptuous dinner, looking at these scenes, the wanderer couldn't help but think of his relatives in the distance, but what could he do?

On a muddy and bumpy path, only the old horse struggled to carry the wanderer into the distance. As the sun sets, is it home? **Is it home? At this time, how can a wanderer who wanders the world not worry about his heart!