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September 9 reminiscences of Shandong Brothers (rewritten).

One morning, I was alone in a foreign country, unfamiliar and lonely. Every time I encounter a festive season, I miss my relatives at home even more.

I was far away, and I thought that my brother, sister, and brother must have climbed every mountain. I wish I could climb every mountain. I really want to go to my brothers all at once and climb to the top with my brothers.

But when I saw my brothers standing on a high place with beautiful dogwoods in them, I was the only one missing, and the brothers all climbed up to the high place with joy.

Gift to Wang Lun" This is also an article:

On a spring morning, when the sky was cloudless and blue, I said goodbye to my friend Wang Lun and boarded the boat that was about to go away.

Standing on the bow of the boat, I looked into the distance, only to see a vast expanse of blue water, pleasing to the eye, the breeze blowing, and I could smell the intoxicating fragrance of peach blossoms. At this time, a flock of waterfowl "croaked" above the water, soaring and wandering. Yes!

Waterfowl also know parting! I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery, and suddenly I heard a crisp and melodious song from the shore, ah, this is Wang Lun's affectionate singing for me! Listen, Wang Lun walked and sang while stepping on the beat, getting closer and closer.

Yes! This song is full of feelings of attachment and farewell. In the past few days, it was Wang Lun and I who had a heart-to-heart talk with the previous month; It was Wang Lun who accompanied me to watch the scenery late at night; It is the meaning of Wang Lun and my common life; It was Wang Lun who drank and wrote poems with me under the lamp at night.

Yes! Friend: "Hurry up. Come on, let's shake hands again, let's say a few more words of soul".

The ship set sail. Yes! Friend, dear friend, you are waving to me outside, and I am waving to you. Ah, although the pool is a thousand feet deep, how can it compare to the depth of your affection for me.

Qiu Sizhang saw the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, and wanted to write a book.

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

Expand autumn homesickness.

The wind, gently and gently, carried the autumn girl fluttering. She brought ups and downs to Luoyang, but also brought refreshing sunshine.

As soon as I walked into Luoyang City, I was greeted by a burst of fragrance. The sky is so blue, and the white and flawless clouds don't know how to hide in **, it's really cloudless. The whole Luoyang is bathed in soft sunlight, the autumn wind blows, and the flowers nod frequently, opening their smiling faces, showing people its beautiful and charming style.

Rows of big trees, no longer leafy. The emerald green leaves, gradually turning golden yellow, slowly fall, like a fluttering butterfly, laying a golden carpet for the earth.

By the lake, Guozi Siye Zhang Ji was strolling. The lake mirror is as calm as it is, and against the blue sky and white clouds, it looks even more charming. Zhang Ji walked to the lake, picked up a pebble, and with a "bang" sound, broke the calm of the lake, and he looked at the flooding microwave in a daze.

Rows of weeping willows on the edge of the lake dance in the wind. The willow branches that stretched out to the lake gently brushed on the surface of the lake, as if they were caressing their own children.

But Zhang Ji didn't have time to enjoy such a beautiful scenery, he was full of thoughts about his hometown and beloved relatives.

My dear father, are you alright? The autumn wind is up, the weather is getting cooler, you must pay attention to your body, and my mother, are you all okay......”

Even though he had a thousand words to tell his relatives, he didn't know where to start ......So Zhang Ji decided to send a letter home.

On this day, Zhang Ji invited the postman to his home, handed the letter to the postman himself, and said: "Big brother, thank you for your hard work, this letter was sent back to my hometown, please be sure to deliver it!" "Got it," the postman laughed, "and you can rest assured." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, and suddenly thought of something. "Well, that ......Can you let me see the letter again? "Oh. The postman who was about to get on the horse had to take out his satchel, and Zhang Ji took the letter, opened it and read it, and finally gave it to the postman.

The wind is still blowing gently, with Zhang's homesickness, and it ......is getting farther and farther away

Homesick poem "Silent Night Thoughts" (Tang) Li Bai The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown. "Night Rain Sending North" (Tang) Li Shangyin Jun asked that the return date was not due, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan. "Wangyi Tai" (Tang) Bai Juyi Jing'an's house is a window willow, and flowers are fluttering in front of the Wangyi platform. The two springs end on the same day, and people think of their homes.

Wang Anshi: On the river, the autumn clouds in the north of the river are half open, but the evening clouds and rain are low. The green mountains are surrounded by doubts, and suddenly a thousand sails are faintly reflected.

The first two sentences of the first two sentences of the selection b borrowing reason are written in the sky, and the last two sentences are written in the ground, which shows that the poet's vision is broad and deep. When I wrote about the day, I easily explained the location (Jiangbei), the season (autumn) and the hour (night), but I explained it in the uncertain weather changes. "Half of the autumn clouds in Jiangbei open", it seems that there is a trend from cloudy to sunny, who expected that it is autumn, and the climate is still so changeable, reversing to "evening clouds with rain but low hovering".

Cloudy - semi-sunny - thick cloudy is not only a change in the weather, but also a change in people's psychological mood, so under the rain clouds that hovered with their heads down, there was a poet who hovered with their heads down. But the deeper meaning of this poem is not to succumb to the darkness, but to rebel against the darkness. The poet looked into the distance, and although his vision was blocked by "green mountains surrounded by doubtful roads", his vision suddenly became unobstructed in "suddenly seeing a thousand sails looming".

The poet has a very careful observation of light and color, and the thousand sails in the distance are sometimes visible and hidden, which corresponds to the influence of the weather on the visibility of the river. Resisting the gloom can open up the horizon of a thousand sails, which is a certain philosophy of life or political philosophy that the poet experiences through the changes in the scenery and water.

Therefore, the poem is won by a dialectical thinking. This kind of thinking is positive, and people may also associate it with the famous sentence in the Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu You's "Traveling to Shanxi Village": "The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows and flowers are bright and the villages are bright."

The most appropriate way to summarize the writing technique of this poem is to promote the first and suppress the abnormal analysis of the one is c

The worries of the world are worried, and the joys of the world are happy.

Wang Shi Beiding Central Plains Day family sacrifice did not forget to tell Na Weng.

Since ancient times, who has not died, left Dan to take care of the sweat.

Born as a hero, he is also a ghost.

A piece of Dan's heart wants to serve the country, and two lines of tears are loyal to the family.

But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain.

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.

The sea memory confidant, if the end of the world is next to each other.

The worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is the joy of the world.