How to rewrite Qiu Si written by Zhang Ji into a 600 word essay

Find it on the net! As soon as I looked for it, there were a lot of them.

He has 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 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".

Autumn Thoughts rewritten.

The autumn wind is blowing, the leaves are yellow, the grass is withered, and the leaves on the trees turn into thousands of butterflies fluttering down, and what comes into view is a new world of withered yellow. The poet stood in the city of Luoyang, the autumn wind suddenly came to his face, the poet who dreamed of his hometown stared at the blue sky, remembered his hometown, and couldn't help but feel a burst of sourness in his heart: I have been away from my hometown for so long, how is my mother?

Did your father have more gray hair? Are the kids okay? Are the siblings happy?

These questions often worry me.

I thought: let's write a letter to my family first! See how the family is doing.

I sat at the table, laying paper and polishing ink, and was about to write a letter to my parents at home, but when I picked up the pen, I didn't know where to start, and suddenly I thought of the kind eyes of my father and mother, and the happy scene ......of chatting and playing with my younger siblingsThinking, thinking, I can't help but tears like a spring, for a moment, the emotions in my heart like a spring gushing out, all the thoughts poured out to the pen, pinned on this family letter, I write, while sighing, write and change, change and write, time passes quickly, a minute, a second, a moment ......I had a great deal of effort to write it, but I was worried that I had not finished what I wanted to say because I had written it in such a hurry, so when the messenger was about to depart, I opened it again and looked at it in the sealed seal, and only when I was sure that it was correct did I envelop it and hand it to the messenger.

The messenger took the letter, straddled his horse, and rode away at a gallop when he heard a shout of "Ride-".

I stood still, looking at the back of the messenger, and ...... without shedding tears

It's not that you want to write a letter, it's the poet Zhang Ji who writes a letter.

Hello landlord, I found you two references.

A book rewritten from "Autumn Thoughts".

Wen Yishan. Autumn is coming, and the flowers in Luoyang City are falling all over the ground. The grass and leaves turned yellow, and the leaves that were about to fall were blown by the wind and fell gently to the ground. Only the delicate chrysanthemums give people a little comfort, a little bit in this sad season.

In this bleak season, I think of my elderly parents, wife and children. So I wanted to write a letter to my parents, but because I was busy with government affairs, I never had time to finish it, so I could only write a little bit first, and then slowly add it little by little. I didn't have enough paper to write, so I had to change a few pieces of paper and write again.

When the messenger was about to leave, he opened the envelope and read it several times, but he still felt that what he wanted to say was not finished.

Hey......It would be nice to be able to go home and talk to your parents in person!

Seeing the autumn wind in the city of Luoyang, I want to write a book.

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

The second Zhang was born from 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.