Autumn Thoughts was adapted into a short story

I have lived in Luoyang City.

Three or four years, gray hair, my family doesn't know what? Are you still alive? It makes me nervous.

At night, I came to the window, and a bright moon shone a light and faint. I can't help but think of my relatives in my hometown, it's really "the bright moonlight in front of the window, suspected to be frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown." I burst into tears.

These tears are homesick tears. At this time, suddenly the leaves on the trees fell, and the autumn wind rolled up the leaves again. Hey......

I went to the study and wanted to write a letter to my family, but I didn't know where to start, and I had too many things to say......After a long time, I finally finished writing the letter and fell asleep unconsciously.

Early in the morning, I sealed the letter and tied it with fine silk. The hurried figure rode to the gate of the post station, "Oh! It turns out that you are a special messenger.

He said, "Yes." I gave it to him discreetly, and when he was about to leave, I picked it up again to see if there was anything I had forgotten, and again sealed it and took it to the person who was leaving.

I instructed the messenger to be careful on the road and to be sure to send this letter to my family. Let them know that I'm still here and that it will be two or three years before I can go back.

Looking at him in the distance, hot tears clouded my ......eyes

The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.

Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and the leaves are withered and yellow, and they have all fallen. In Luoyang City, the cold wind gusted, making people feel that the world was extremely desolate, Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel the feeling of thought, he missed his homeland, missed those villagers and old ......

Zhang Ji wanted to visit relatives and friends in person, and returned to his hometown to visit his parents by the way. It's a pity that because I met someone who was about to return to be an official, there was no way. In the frustrated season, I happened to meet a fellow villager who was about to return to his hometown, and decided to write a letter to his hometown and entrust him to pass the letter to his parents to show his filial piety.

There are sweet blessings in the letter: I wish my parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, and happiness is like the East China Sea", but I blame that there are too many things to say to the villagers' families, in case this is the last time he contacts his relatives? What if you didn't make it clear what you wanted to say in this letter?

So what to do? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.

Whenever the person carrying the letter was about to set off, he had to open the envelope, lest he write something unpleasant and make his parents worry about him, and whether he would write less. Sometimes, he was reluctant to send the letter away even if he couldn't even notice the mistake. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also understands the mood of the poet Zhang.

Zhang Ji scanned the letter with a sharp gaze again and again, his tightly knit brows just reflected his thoughtless mood, how much he wanted to return to his hometown at this time!

Zhang Ji looked at the blue sky and wanted to sing and shout, pouring out his wishes ......

The autumn girl has arrived unconsciously, the cool breeze is blowing, and the fruit is abundant. The leaves are yellow, dancing in the breeze. When the fruit was ripe, the farmer smiled.

At this time, Luoyang City is still as prosperous as ever. The streets were crowded with people: the rich sat comfortably in sedan chairs and carriages, the poor carried large and small baskets to the market, scholars went to the palace to take the exam, and soldiers prepared to go on the march.

In a simple hut, the great poet Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty was lying in front of the window, thinking about his hometown thousands of miles away. He felt very melancholy at the thought of his gentle wife and his screaming son. At this moment, only by writing a letter can I express my deep homesickness.

So Zhang Ji wrote with a pen:

Lovely wife:

Hello! I am your husband.

Are the children in the family obedient? Did you go to a private school? Has there been a bumper harvest this year? Are you all happy?

Greetings! Your husband: Zhang Ji.

October 13, 794 A.D.

After writing the letter, Zhang Ji put on his coat, carefully folded the letter, put it in his pocket, and took it out of the door.

On the lively street, Zhang Ji squeezed around, and it was easy to come to the city gate. He paced anxiously, waiting for the messenger to arrive.

On a marble-paved road, a white horse appeared. A plainly dressed man rode on a horse and galloped towards the city gates.

It's the messenger! Zhang Ji shouted excitedly, "Come on, someone, someone wants to send a letter!" The shouting was so loud that it woke up the guards who were napping on the tower. The horses in the stables were frightened and shouted wildly, and the shepherds tried their best to calm the horses.

The messenger drove the white horse to Zhang Ji's side. Zhang Ji carefully took out the letter and said, "This is my letter, please deliver it as soon as possible." Hey, save it! The messenger solemnly took the letter and put it in his pocket.

The messenger took out his whip and was about to drive the horse away, when he was suddenly stopped by Zhang Ji, "Modify it for me again!" So he took out his pen and added another sentence to the letter: I wish the whole family good health and all the best. Only then did the letter be handed over to the sender.

The whip was whipped on the horse, and the horse screamed and galloped away towards his homeland.

Looking at the back of the departing messenger, Zhang Ji was full of emotion. So, he took out the paper and wrote down the ancient poem "Autumn Thoughts" that has been passed down for centuries:

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

The paper has long been wet with tears......

Zhang was born in a humble background. When he was young, his family was poor, and when he was very young, he was far away from his hometown until he reached twenty.

When he was five or six years old, he had already experienced a life of wandering in prison. Running around all year round, wandering in a foreign land.

On a quiet night, Zhang Ji finished dinner and sat in the small courtyard admiring the bright moonlight, the round moon hanging high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the dark earth.

He watched and watched, and suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew, Zhang Ji shivered with cold, he had to go back to the house and find an old cotton jacket that his mother sewed for him when he left.

He looked at the padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he took a brush and wrote on the paper: "Mother, how are you doing?" As the weather gets colder, you need to dress extra to avoid catching a cold.

Please don't worry about me, I'm doing well. How is the harvest at home this year? ......It seems that there is a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.

The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the mountainside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.

When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it repeatedly, and added: You should live every day happily, don't be unhappy for a little thing......After writing these, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San, who rode his horse and galloped away.

Zhang Ji looked at Wang San who was far away, and his heart was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can see her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I will be able to return to my hometown.

Autumn is coming, the leaves are yellow, dancing in the sky like butterflies, the sky is clear, the sky is high and refreshing, and the fragrance of the fruit spreads ten miles away.

At this time, a breeze blew in Luoyang City, this cool autumn wind blew to Luoyang City, blowing in the poet's lonely, lonely heart, today is August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival, is a day of reunion. At this time, the poet had not returned to his hometown for two years, and he had an indescribable sorrow and sorrow. The poet really wanted to write a letter to his family, and he had a lot to say.

At this time, a pedestrian who happened to deliver the letter quickly stopped, and hurriedly wrote a letter to the pedestrian, and was afraid that the meaning of writing in such a hurry was not clearly expressed, seeing that the pedestrian was about to get on the horse to deliver the letter, he took the letter back and opened it and carefully revised and checked it several times, and then gave the letter to the pedestrian who sent the letter with confidence, and watched him gradually go away, far away, ......

The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City. Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn girl came to the world, and the leaves withered and yellowed, and they all fell. The cold wind gusted, making people feel extremely desolate and sad, Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel his thoughts, he missed his hometown, missed those villagers, fathers, relatives and friends.

He looked at the falling leaves, like a letter, with his thoughts, floating to his hometown, and burst into tears. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, hey, I can write a letter home! As soon as he said it, he immediately went home, picked up a pen and began to write.

One hour, two hours ......When he finished writing a letter of home, he was happy and sad, and he was happy that he could greet his old mother; Sadly, I can't greet my old mother in person. The next day, he found Wang Er, who had delivered the letter, and said to him, "Wang Gongzi please help me send this letter to my old mother."

Wang Er said: "Zhang Gongzi, please rest assured, I will definitely help you deliver it." Just as Wang Er left Zhang's house, Zhang Ji suddenly remembered that some words had not been written, and he immediately stopped Wang Er, "Wang Gongzi, wait" He changed the letter and reluctantly handed it to Wang Er.

So there is the ancient poem of Qiu Si.

If you don't think it's good, let me know and let me fix it.

A person from Zhang came to Luoyang City. He saw that the books were yellow, the grass was yellow, and the rice was ripe. The streets and alleys are crowded with people, very lively, some old people sit under the shade of the trees, chatting and laughing; A group of cute and lively children play games and let out happy laughter.

When Zhang Ji saw such a scene, he couldn't help but think of the people in his hometown. He found an inn to live in, he found a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote everything it said to his relatives, but no matter how big and wide the paper was, he couldn't finish writing Zhang Ji's thoughts about his relatives. He helped write the letter, carefully sealed it, and handed it to the sender.

Zhang Ji repeatedly told the sender to deliver the letter to his relatives. The messenger just wanted to leave, but Zhang Ji told him to stop, opened the envelope, read it, picked up the pen and added a few words before the letter was carefully sealed and handed over to the sender. The messenger gradually disappeared from Zhang Ji's sight.

changed Qiu Si to a small fragment.

I left my hometown and came to Luoyang City alone.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, in a blink of an eye, autumn is the harvest season, the street is very lively, I look at the family happily shopping together, listening to the wind "whirring" blowing, watching the leaves fall from the trees, suddenly, I think of my wife and children in my hometown, a sense of homesickness wells up in my heart. I eagerly picked up the pen and paper, and wanted to write a letter to my family, but there were too many things I wanted to ask my wife and children's parents, and I didn't know where to start

Dear wife, children, parents:

In the blink of an eye, it was autumn, and I had been away from my hometown for a year. As I listened to the sound of the wind blowing and watched the leaves fall from the trees, I couldn't help but write this letter to express my thoughts about you.

My wife, how are you doing? Are you sick? My child, have you grown taller lately?

Is there a substitute for me to take care of my mom and grandparents? How's it going? Is there any progress?

My parents, how are you doing? Did you take your medication on time? Is there a timely addition of clothes?

Did you know? I was walking down the street and saw a family holding hands, happily walking down the street to buy something. How I wish we could walk happily on the streets together, talk and laugh together, tell those stories, feel the beauty of autumn together, and ...... together

Finally, please don't worry about me, I'm fine, things are going well. Don't read it.

I put the letter in an envelope, handed it to the person who carried it, and said to him, "Please help me deliver this letter safely to my hometown as soon as possible." But I was afraid that I would mean too much to make clear, so I said to the messenger as he was about to leave

Please wait, I would like to see if there is anything missing from the letter. The messenger smiled and handed me the letter. I carefully took the letter back into the house, read it word for word, and made sure that the meaning was clear, and then put the letter back in the envelope and handed it to the person who carried it.

639 words Is it okay?

Rewrite the story of "Autumn Thoughts".

The leaves of the trees turned yellow, and they were ruthlessly blown away by the harsh autumn wind. The poet Zhang Ji, who lived in Luoyang City, couldn't help but think of his hometown when he saw this bleak scene.

He wanted to write a letter to his family. Just as I was about to put pen to paper, I felt a thousand sorrows in my heart. Far from my homeland, how many things I want to say and how many things I want to write!

How much does he want to talk about living alone for a long time, take this opportunity to write everything he wants to say! The poet thought about it again and again, and finally put pen to paper, telling the story of his parting from his family and his heartfelt words.

The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calmed for a long time. He carefully sealed the letter and told the sender to make sure that it was delivered to his family in good condition. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully several times, lest he miss a word.

The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. Later, Zhang Ji wrote this famous poem that has been passed down through the ages - "Autumn Thoughts".