20 points! Choose your favorite ancient poems from three poems and rewrite them into a short essay

The shepherd boy is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds of the evening breeze.

After returning to eat and dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay down in the moonlight.

The grass seemed to be spread by someone, so flat and so wide. "Whew! The wind blew gently, "Didi!

What is the sound? Is it the sound of a flute? But who's blowing it?

The flute seems to be playing with the wind, and when the wind blows, the flute blows. Finally, I saw the owner of the flute, a shepherd boy playing the flute on the back of an ox. After a long time, it was already the third watch day after the shepherd boy's family had eaten, and he fell down beside the mound of dirt in the backyard, looking at the bright moon in the sky and the grass that had been laid up.

I, walking alone on the way home, my heart is full of sorrow, my hometown! How can it be occupied by the Kyokans? How I want to serve the country! Along the way, what a beautiful scenery, only I was worried.

When I walked in front of a farmhouse, I was amazed by the sight in front of me

White clouds float high in the sky, around the sky, around the green hills. An elderly couple sat facing each other, as if they had drunk some wine, their faces flushed, and they talked intimately in the local vernacular. My wife was helping her husband massage while pointing to the east with her fingers, and I looked in the direction she was pointing through, and through a small bamboo forest, I saw a young man hoeing weeds in the bean field by a crystal clear stream, and although he was wearing a straw hat, his sweat was still dripping.

It seems that this is their eldest son! Outside the fence there were a few plantain trees, lush and green, and inside the fence was perhaps the second son of the old couple, who was carefully weaving a chicken coop. Next to the low thatched house, a very jujube tree was erected there.

Under the tree, a child, perhaps the second son of the old couple, was seriously peeling the lotus canopy, a small pond in front of him, with pink lotus flowers blooming in it, and the fat leaves covering the whole pond, and the fish swimming happily in the water, jumping up from the water from time to time, and then jumping into the pond with a "plop".

Then the old couple saw me, smiled and stretched out their hands to beckon me, and I could not refuse, so I went in and sat down in the house. The old man picked a few fresh fruits for me, and asked his youngest son to pick some large lotus pods for me to eat.

Yes, they have their own strengths, one is diligent, one is ingenious, and the other is naughty, cute and filial, hehe! "How blessed you are! "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!

Uncle, look at what you said, I said this, I saw the uncle beckoning to his wife who was outside the door, calling her in, and his wife just smiled plainly, shook her head, and then went to work.

Walking out of this family, I felt that although they were living in poverty, they were very happy, and it would be nice if all the people of the world lived and worked in peace and contentment like this family!

Look at! At a glance, there is a patch of green grass, as if it is spread on the ground! The wind blew gently, and the sound of "rustling" was heard everywhere.

Listen! The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and a cheerful tune teased the evening breeze, and slowly the hour was in his ears.

In the morning, when the sun showed half of his face, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the hill to herd the cattle, and he sat on the back of the oxen and played the flute and hummed a little song. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained and without any worries. Until he was tired of playing, he lay on the grass, looking at the white clouds and birds in the sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon had climbed up. The shepherd boy took the flute in his hand, walked to the haystack with joyful steps, and lay down without taking off his coat, listening to the unknown insects in the grass singing beautiful songs, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, and the pictures came to his mind.

You listen to that cheerful tune and blow again, how beautiful! Hey! How stopped, oh ......It turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Oh, yes! He's really tired, so let him listen to the bug's lullaby and sleep beautifully!

At a glance, a green meadow is six or seven miles wide, like a green blanket spread on the ground! A gust of wind blew softly, and the sound of "rustling" could be heard everywhere.

There was a shepherd boy playing the flute, and a cheerful tune accompanied by the evening breeze gradually drifted past his ears. When the sun was just a little bit out of the hillside, he took his flute, sat on the back of the ox, played a little song, and went up the mountain path to herd the cattle. He happily ran on the grass and frolicked with the calves by the stream without any trouble.

Until he was tired of playing, he lay on the grass on the hillside, looking at the white clouds and flying birds in the blue sky, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When he came back from herding the cattle for dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon had crept up into the sky. At this time, the shepherd boy took a flute in his hand, and walked with easy steps to the grassy slope at the edge of the village, and he lay down without taking off his robe, and listened to the insects in the grass singing a beautiful song, and looked up at the full moon in the night sky, and a cheerful picture appeared in his mind.

Love the second one, the metaphor is good!

Gulang Moon Line.

Tang Li Bai didn't know the moon when he was young, and called it a white jade plate.

and suspicious Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds.

Story: When I was young, I didn't know the moon. Think of him as a white jade plate. I suspect that it is a mirror for combing my hair. But why fly in the blue clouds?

Write along these lines.

1. Ancient poems:

Tianjingsha Qiusi".

Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses.

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

2, adaptation: At dusk, an old tree entwined with dead vines fell on a crow returning to its nest at dusk. Flying sand swept across the town. A man appears at the end of the town's ancient road, leading a lean horse from hunger and overwork.

No, it shouldn't be said that, it should be said that it was the skinny horse who was holding him. He was forced by his family to wander outside. His eyes had long since lost their former light, and in their place was confusion and hesitation.

The river sparkles in the sunset, and the cottages of several families are small but extra welcoming. Then he thought of that home, that big mansion; I thought of the food, the table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas; I also thought of my mother's ......When he thought of his mother, his long-lost tears crossed his face.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He was tired, and fell, and fell on this end of the bridge; He was sleepy, he wanted to sleep for a while, only for a short time. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, so calm and serene, with a smile on his lips.

The following short article is adapted from Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi Yuanxi", the full text is as follows:

A year has passed, and it's the Lantern Festival again. As I stood outside the window, looking at the still lively light market this year, my thoughts couldn't help but drift to last year's Lantern Festival. At that time, the moon was as bright as this evening, hanging high on the willow tops, and it was exceptionally bright.

And the crowd in the light market is as lively as today, with people coming and going, guessing each other's riddles. Last year's Lantern Festival, we made an appointment to meet together. I still remember that night in the hazy moonlight, the two of us fell in love and swore to each other under the willow tree.

Once I came back to my senses, my mind returned to the present. I looked at this scene and finally understood what it meant to be a person and a person. The cold wind blew through my hair, and I smoothed the wind-blown hair with my hands, never thinking that the sleeves brought a tear from the corner of my eyes.

The original poem is as follows: On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

Jiang Chengzi remembered the dream on the twentieth night of the first month of the first month.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Author: Su Shi. Recommended reason: Poetry writes about sexuality, and the value lies in the truth. This is a eulogy for the deceased wife. When people read this poem, they are deeply shocked. That true feeling, that longing through thousands of years, through time and space, for thousands of years, has touched generation after generation.

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