The fifth grade textbook Autumn Thoughts was rewritten into Story 5

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!

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?

To this end. Greeting!

The annual autumn wind blew into the city of Luoyang again, urging me to write a letter to my family and communicate with my relatives with all my heart.

The messenger was about to depart, and I opened the closed envelope again, and hurriedly added a few more words, which could not be said, but I was too hasty.

On a lonely night, Zhang Ji finished dinner and sat in his small courtyard to enjoy the bright moonlight, which hung round in the sky, adding to the dark earth.

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

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?" The weather is getting colder, and you need to pack extra clothes so that he doesn't want 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.

Catch cold. Please don't write a letter at last, but the poet's mood has not been calm 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.

I, I'm doing well.

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

Wang San was preparing, and when he left, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it, and wrote: You should live every day happily, don't be unhappy for a little thing、、、 Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San after writing these Zhang Ji, Wang San rode a horse and galloped away.

Zhang Ji looked at Wang San who was far away, and his heart was both happy and sad. I'm glad I can write a letter to my mother, but I'm sad that I don't know when I'll be able to return to my hometown. The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky.

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

When I came to Luoyang, I saw that Luoyang was in autumn, and what caught my eye was a bleak picture. The leaves drifted down from the trees, and the autumn wind blew, and I couldn't help but think of my loved ones back home. So, I started writing letters to my family, and a thousand words couldn't tell me how I was feeling at this moment.

When the messenger left, I opened the envelope again.

"Autumn Thoughts".

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the deep blue sky, cloudless, the moon is exceptionally beautiful, it hangs in the sky like a huge white jade plate, and the bright moonlight paves the earth with silver. The stars are sparse and sparse and sparkling in the sky. I walked in Luoyang City, only to see the autumn wind rising, the tall poplar trees rattling in the wind, a few yellow leaves reluctantly left the big tree, fluttered in the wind a few times, and fell to the ground.

At this time, I couldn't help but feel homesick, so I went straight to my apartment.

I sat alone in my chair, very troubled. At this moment, I suddenly thought: why don't I write a letter to my family to express my feelings of homesickness.

Immediately lit candles and laid paper and ink. But just as I was about to write it down, countless words appeared in my head, and I didn't know where to start. I thought:

If I want to express my meaning, I have to write more. Then, I picked up the pen and wrote the letter carefully under the red candlelight, writing down all the things I thought, the words I wanted to say, and the feelings I wanted to express.

Suddenly the rooster crowed, but I hadn't finished writing the letter, because there were so many things to write, and after writing about it, I remembered it again, as if I could never finish it. It wasn't until the sun rose that I blew out the candlelight. Although it made me tired, I felt that it was worth it, because I told my relatives back home what I was thinking.

I hurried to the inn and found a friend who had returned to my hometown and asked him to bring the letter to my relatives. When he was about to leave, I was worried that I had not finished what I wanted to say in my hurry, so I hurriedly opened the sealed letter and looked at it, and then sealed it again and handed it to my friend to say goodbye to him.

At this time, the sky was exceptionally clear, and the white clouds were smiling.

Unconsciously, the summer heat has quietly gone away, and Xiao Xiao's autumn wind sometimes fills the streets and alleys of Luoyang. The weather is getting cooler, and people are changing into autumn clothes.

The poet Zhang Ji stood at the door of the inn and looked south - what does his hometown look like now? As usual, he looked and thought, his eyes were sour, and the sadness of homesickness couldn't help but invade Zhang Ji's heart again.

Autumn is coming, autumn is coming......He muttered. As he spoke, he thought of the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he became, the figure of the elderly mother, the voice of the ignorant young son, and the ...... of his wife's advice before leaving

Write a letter to my family," Zhang Ji turned and walked back to the inn, "Don't let your family worry about me." He quickly laid out the rice paper, dipped the brush, and held the pen in his hand. However, I really don't know how to write about a thousand thoughts and a lot of concerns. A pen dipped in ink stagnates in the air.

What the hell is it written about? Are the old mothers, beloved wives, and children all right? Thinking about it, Zhang Ji's nose was sour, and a few tears flowed out ...... angrily

The next day, Zhang Ji held the written letter in his arms, as if it were his treasure. Finding the messenger, Zhang Ji handed over the letter with both hands and told him again and again:

Be careful on the way and make sure to deliver this letter to your family. ”

Okay, don't worry. ”

The messenger turned around and got on the horse to leave, Zhang Ji seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked for the letter again, opened it again, looked at it again, and said something to himself, and finally made sure that nothing was missing, and then handed the letter to the messenger.

The messenger raised the whip and urged the horse, galloped away, Zhang Jixiang made a statue, stood on the side of the road for a long time and did not leave the ......

The autumn breeze in Luoyang City, thinking that he had been away from his hometown for a while, did not know that everything was good for his family thousands of miles away, so Zhang Ji decided to write a letter to his family and go home to ask.

But as soon as he lifted the pen, a thousand thoughts welled up in his heart. There's so much to say that I don't know where to start. There was a lot of talk in the parents, and they felt that everything that should be said was said, Zhang Ji sealed the letter, and told the messenger to deliver the letter.

When the messenger was about to go on the road, Zhang Ji suddenly shouted: Wait. The messenger had no choice but to stop.

It turned out that Zhang Ji was worried that the letter was written in a hurry just now, for fear of missing something important, so he hurriedly opened the envelope again, read the letter again from beginning to end, and only after confirming that it was correct did he give the letter to the messenger again.

Books go and souls go. Looking at the figure of the messenger in the distance, Zhang Ji refused to leave for a long time.

During the Tang Dynasty, there was a poet named Zhang Ji. Because he was erudite.

is versatile, so he won the top prize. After that, thanks to his.

Outstanding, won the emperor's reuse. One day, the Emperor.

The upper and lower orders let him go to Luoyang City to do a big thing. Zhang Ji.

Had to leave his hometown, had to leave his old age.

An old mother and a virtuous, virtuous, young and beautiful wife. Zhang Ji.

Reluctantly stepping into the carriage, he looked back at himself.

The old mother and wife did not turn back until they could not be seen.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. The days are like flowing water day by day.

It's gone. One day a few months later, Zhang Ji went out to disperse.

Step, he walked in the field, and a gust of autumn wind brought a slight cold.

meaning, he can't help but miss his hometown. So, he hurried.

Ran back to the inn where he stayed in Luoyang City, and wanted to write a letter.

Letters to relatives far away from home. When it comes to writing, a thousand words.

The words came to my mind, and I didn't know where to start for a while. He.

I wrote hard and wrote all my experiences during this time.

Get down. After sealing the letter, he handed it to the messenger. Sender.

When he turned around and was about to leave, he was worried about the hastily written letter.

If there is anything missing, ask the sender to return the letter.

Gave it to him. So, he opened the sealed letter and looked at it.

After reading it carefully, he let out a long sigh and handed the envelope to the messenger.

The autumn breeze in Luoyang City suddenly rose, and the poet Zhang Ji, who lived in Luoyang City, felt the coolness brought by the autumn breeze, and witnessed the scene of autumn leaves falling desolately, and couldn't help but think of his hometown. He wanted to write a letter to his family, but when he was laying out the paper and writing, a thousand sorrows surged in his heart, how many words he could not finish and write to confide in his relatives! For a while, I didn't know where to start.

The poet settled down, and finally put down the pen, and for a while, he talked about his homesickness to his heart's content. After the letter was written, Zhang Ji's mood could not be calm for a long time, and he cherished this affectionate letter very much, and instructed the sender to send it to his family. But just as the messenger was leaving, he asked for the letter again, and hurriedly opened it, and read it again and again, lest he miss a word.

The messenger finally hit the road, and Zhang Jimu watched his back, gradually disappearing in the autumn wind. After his friend left, he returned to his residence, and suddenly became poetic, and wrote a poem called "Autumn Thoughts":

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to be a family letter.

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