Rewrite Qingping Le Village Residence 500 words

In summer, the lush woods are filled with vibrant life, and the mountains and mountains in the distance are faintly visible. A babbling stream is clearly visible, and lively little fish swim freely and carefree. I followed the flow of this stream to a farmer's house.

This is a remote and vibrant farmhouse compound. It is said to be remote because there is only one family within a radius of dozens of miles, living in seclusion in the mountains and living an isolated life. Although the family was not wealthy, it was a paradise in the war-torn years!

Suddenly, from a simple thatched hut came some conversations with a southern accent, mixed with a hint of drunkenness, very cordial, who was this conversation? It turned out to be an old couple who were over the age of six. I was thirsty, so I knocked on the door of the house and asked the old woman for water, and she received me warmly and offered me tea.

After drinking, the old woman took me on a tour of her backyard. I felt the fresh and beautiful scenery in the courtyard. Suddenly, I saw a strong man, hoeing in the bean field, sweat soaking through his shirt.

The old woman proudly praised that this was her eldest son, who was hard-working and the chief laborer of the family; The old woman pointed to a man who was weaving a chicken coop and said that it was her second son; There was a child next to him, who was peeling the canopy, and when he saw a guest, he smiled mischievously, without the slightest restraint towards an unfamiliar guest. I asked the old woman, "Is this your youngest son?"

He's so innocent and cute! The old woman nodded with satisfaction.

Although the family is very poor, I was deeply impressed by their harmonious and happy family atmosphere.

I said goodbye to the family and continued along the flow of ......the stream

I lived in the countryside for a few days and the country life was truly intoxicating.

On this day, when I had nothing to do, I left the inn where I was staying and walked around to see what new things I could find. Somehow, I came to the stream. The water of the creek is crystal clear, and schools of fish can be seen frolicking happily in the water; Others leap out of the water from time to time, stirring up a splash.

I looked up at the clear blue sky, the sky was clear, the sky seemed so pure, and the clouds were so white. A breeze with the fragrance of flowers blows, and I face the wind with my arms, breathing in the fragrant air, and suddenly feel refreshed and relaxed.

At this time, I found a family by the stream. Woven with thatch, the paved roof looks so small, but also so simple and natural, the roof is still entwined with melon vines, and the green leaves are shining in the sun, making people feel that the green seems to flow out: an old couple sitting by the window, drinking the mellow rice wine.

When they get drunk, they tease each other and make fun of each other in the southern language. They had three sons: the eldest was planting beans on the east side of the creek, and the family was food at that time.

The beans grow luxuriantly. The eldest son sometimes sings a song or two to relieve his loneliness; The second son was sitting in the shade of the tree in front of his house weaving a new chicken coop, and his hands were so skillful, so clever that I thought they were a pair of girls' hands! The hen next to him was squatting on the ground squinting.

The naughtiest is the youngest son! He was peeling lotus pods by the stream, trying to peel out the lotus seeds so that his mother could make sweet soup. I saw him standing and peeling for a while, sitting and peeling for a while, and finally he felt bored, so he simply picked a lotus leaf, covered his face and fell asleep.

The second brother walked over, and while continuing to peel the lotus seeds, he muttered in his mouth: "This little ghost ......."”

Rewrite the ancient poem "Qingping Le Village Residence".

One day, the poet Xin Qiji passed by a small village. I saw a low, small hut. A babbling stream surrounds the village, the banks are covered with green grass, and the lush trees grow densely beside the huts, and the flowers grow in front of the door.

What a poetic landscape!

At this moment, the poet faintly heard people in the hut speaking with a soft southern accent, talking and making fun of each other with a little drunkenness. Who is it? The poet looked curiously into the room.

Oh! It turned out to be a pair of white-haired grandfathers and grandmothers discussing the affairs of their three sons. Listen:

The old man poured a glass of wine and said, "The children have grown up one by one!" "yes, the kids will do the work for us!

Let's enjoy the blessings too! The old woman said with a drunken look on her face.

Hearing this, the poet poked his head out and looked out of the house. The boss was hoeing in the bean field on the east side of the creek, and he was working energetically, thinking to himself: "Finish hoeing the grass quickly, and the beans will grow big and round."

A year's worth of food has been found, and some of it can be bought in the market in exchange for some needed daily necessities.

The second child was sitting on the ground, weaving a cage for the hens at home, and he thought to himself: if you weave better and stronger, you can make a home for the hens, and you can lay a lot of eggs, and you can hatch many chicks, and you can have eggs to eat, which is really a double win. Soon, the second child used skillful techniques to weave the chicken coop.

At this time, the third child was lying by the stream, peeling the lotus pod while playing. What a naughty and cute child!

When the poet saw this scene, he immediately wrote down the image of this family of five with their own moods, wanting to express the beauty of human feelings and the joy of life.

Qingping Le Village Residence" rewritten.

Xin Qiji was banished to the countryside as an official.

With a sad face, he came to a brook. The stream is tinkling, and the lively and cute little fish are playing. Looking further ahead, there was a small house with a thatched roof.

There were several pumpkin vines climbing on the roof, and the pumpkins were large and round, and the leaves of the pumpkins flew when the wind blew, sometimes spinning like a ballerina, sometimes stopping there like a contemplative. A tree next to the house is covered with green leaves. A few fat chickens are foraging under the tree.

In the thatched house, there was an old man and an old woman laughing in a thick country accent. The old man took a small glass of wine in his hand and said to the old woman, "You have drunk wine, and your face is more red than that of an eighteen-year-old girl!"

The old woman smiled and said, "You old man, I'm almost eighty years old, and you still make fun of me!" "Yes!

We're all old, and my sons can help me. The old man said. The old woman tasted a little more wine, looked at her eldest son, who was sweating like rain with a hoe, and said

Look at it, our eldest son is so sensible! The land is very well planted! He's also older, so when it's the New Year, let's get him a daughter-in-law.

Look at our second son, filial piety! You see, he has learned all my craft, and the cage he weaves is so strong. The old man proudly admired.

The old woman said again and again: "The youngest son is also popular!" You see.

And they saw their youngest son lying by the brook. He wore a pigtail on his head, wore a small red belly pocket, and kept peeling the lotus canopy by the lotus pond in his hands. What a happy and carefree little one!

Seeing this, Xin Qi thought, why do I have to rise and fall in the Huan Sea? Isn't that the life I yearn for?

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!

Okay, 400 words is exactly the 5th grade essay.

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Write about the rural scene first, talking about what the old couple is talking about, and the action should be written out during the conversation. I'm writing about what my 3 sons are doing. There are more than 300 words in this combination, and at the end of the writing, isn't that it?

The house was built of thatch, and the eaves were low; There is a stream in front of the door, and the bank is covered with grass, and the green water and grass reflect each other, which makes it even more clear and lovely. I don't know whose two gray-haired old couples drank a few glasses of wine, and drunkenly talked in authentic local language, pleasing each other, and the tone was soft and intimate.

The eldest son was hoeing in the bean fields east of the river, the second son was weaving chicken coops, and only my favorite naughty younger son was crawling by the river and peeling lotus flowers.

Rewrite "Qing Pingle. Village House

In a strip that is crystal clear and as clear as glass - a stream! The creek was also lined with green grass on both sides, and a low thatched house sat beside the stream.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the small thatched hut, in which there were two white-haired old men and women, slowly drinking, slightly drunk, and amusing each other in the soft southern dialect.

The eldest son, because he was the eldest in the family, did the hardest work in the house, hoeing the weeds in the bean fields under the sun east of the stream, and how hard he worked!

The second son is not idle, he is very focused on weaving the chicken coop, his hands are constantly weaving, and his ears are just bursts of "swish" bamboo strips dancing sound, the craftsmanship is ingenious! Several chicken coops were made up at once.

The most naughty and loveliest third son is so leisurely, lying on the side of the stream, peeling the lotus pod by the stream from time to time, while playfully teasing the swimming fish, and putting a freshly peeled lotus seed in his mouth and chewing it carefully.

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