Wen Tingyun of Wangjianglou adapted the prose for 600 words

Love him and give him the best.

As usual, after eating, freshening up, wearing the pink satin dress given to me by Xianggong, I hurried in the direction of Wangjianglou with expectations, afraid that the returning Xianggong would not see me greeting him, and he must have thought that I had changed my mind!

In a hurry, I came to the upper floor of the Wangjiang Tower, and saw from afar that the Xianggong's boat did not come! I watched and watched, waited and waited, but Xianggong still didn't come.

At this time, I looked back and saw a loving couple talking and laughing in the pavilion opposite, and a little boy playing with them, presumably the couple's children! Seeing this scene, tears suddenly burst out of his eyes, lying on the fence of the pavilion and crying quietly, and after a while, the cuffs of his hands were wet with the tears of loneliness that had been suppressed for many years.

When the prime minister was leaving, he told me that he would take me to the mansion on this day of the second year, but day after day, year after year, I don't know how many people would not return today, and I would come here every day after lunch.

Xianggong, Xianggong, when will you come back? Do you still think about me, a gentle and virtuous wife? You have to know that there is a wife at home who misses you in the morning!

Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival, I am always the only one in the family, carrying a piece of unpalatable moon cake in the moon, to the Spring Festival, or I am alone, prepared a table of dishes, hoping that you can come back to spend the Spring Festival together, but the dishes are cold, and there is no trace of you, you have never written a letter back home over the years! Where are you??!

By this time, the sun had set, the fishing boats had gone home, pairs of seagulls had returned to their nests, and the number of tourists was gradually decreasing.

Another sleepless night, tossing and turning, finally made it to dawn. After washing up in a hurry, I didn't care about breakfast, so I climbed the Wangjiang Tower and looked over the railing—my sweetheart had been away from home for many days, so why couldn't he come back to me?

I scrutinized every ship that came by, but every time my hope turned to disappointment. As countless sailing ships sailed by, my heart became more and more desolate—where is my sweetheart now, O familiar ship?

Before you know it, the sun is setting. I looked at the surging river in amazement, and my vision gradually blurred. O river flowing eastward, please carry my thoughts to find my sweetheart.

When the sunset was about to disappear, I was pessimistic and disappointed, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Bai Pingzhou, where we broke up, and the continent was still full of grass, birds and flowers. The scene reappeared in my mind, and the vows of my sweetheart seemed to ring in my ears again: Wait for me, I will be back soon!

How many days and nights soaked in the bitter water of longing passed quietly, and in the face of Bai Pingzhou, where things are not people, I couldn't help but lose my soul and ......

Rewrite "Wangjiangnan".

The clouds are not dispersed; The sky, Fang Weiming The river meanders, running to the distant horizon; The riverbank is continuous, and her figure appears again

She, holding the green veil, went up to the tall building, and couldn't lean alone Raising her eyes, staring, a pair of bright eyes shone like the crystal black jade gem

The sparkling river surface has a little more red light; The thick fog dissipated, and the red sun jumped out of the river to sprinkle warm light, but it could not warm her cold heart

In the sky, a flat boat gradually sailed in, getting closer and closer to ......There was a small light under her eyes, but the flat boat did not stay bright, revealing a dim starlight, helpless, and melancholy

Silk handkerchief wipes tears, concentrating and lightly, white silk handkerchief, horizontal is also silk, vertical is also silk, silk is repeatedly cut I can't remember whether the bright tears soaked in silk handkerchief, only now it has been teardrop traces

A leaf of the boat appeared in front of her eyes until she disappeared, but the person she was waiting for never appeared Who knows? Where is that man, and when will he return?

The sun began to sink in the west, and a large afterglow stained the surface of the river red, and he expected it again and again, and was disappointed again and again

Bow your head and sigh A guqin is still on the stone table, and she has no intention of playing it Zeng played it lightly for Lang, and before the strings were finished, he left, leaving her to play the eternal meaning of regret and sorrow

Although it is said that in the era of war, men should be ambitious in all directions, but as soon as they leave, there is no sound training, so how can she not be haunted by dreams?

A letter of hope is held tightly in the hand, the wind is lightly supported, the letter is swaying, and the more delicate the handwriting is messy Yao looks at the sky, the water and the sky are colorful, but only one line separates the water and the sky How to send this letter? Only let go, let the wind blow, walk with the geese, look at the mercy of God, and bring your thoughts to the distant Lang

Nine rings, rings and rings are quiet, one ring is one ring, one heart is connected to one heart, I don't know how much affection, how much meaning is contained But in an accident, the sleeves swept the stone table, and it was interrupted, this is not the will of heaven?

The sky has gradually darkened, and there is no flat boat on the river She lost her soul and walked down the tall building, and walked along the river bank to the Baiping Island, and she was the only one who ......

After a farewell, the suspense between the two places is only said to be March and April, who knows that in five or six years, the lyre has no intention of playing, the eight-line book has nothing to pass on, the nine links are interrupted from the hand, and the ten-mile long court looks through a hundred thoughts, thousands of thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness to resent.

Hopefully, thank you for your cooperation!

Written in the first person:

I got up early, dressed up, came to Wangjiang upstairs to take a shot, waiting for his arrival alone, looking at the sad swirling river, carefully looking at the boat that sailed from the river, my lover should also take such a boat with white sails, the sunset slowly falls, the dusk shrouds the shore in the distance, the sunset flashes with golden light under the shaking of the water, the sunrise and sunset, it is another day, the person I love, why don't you see, I look at the white change in the river and the small nuclear Hena Island, sad sadness