How to rewrite Searching for Flowers by the Riverside into prose 20

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In the morning, the sun is shining and the air is fresh. The great poet Du Fu got up early, and he went for a walk by the river alone. At this time, Du Fu suddenly had an idea:

People say that Huang Siniang's flowers are very good-looking, I'll take a look. So Du Fu paid homage to the ants alone, walked along the riverside, and walked towards Huang Siniang's house.

After a while, Du Fu arrived at Huang Siniang's house, Du Fu looked at it and said in surprise: The flowers here are really beautiful! There are so many flowers that I can't count them, and the beautiful flowers are all beautiful.

The path next to it was all covered by dense flowers. The color of the flowers is very bright, there are many burials, red, pink, white, and purple.

Spring is coming, there is a scene full of spring everywhere, and the poet Du Fu also came to take a walk by the Lianhua Creek.

When I came to the path of Huang Siniang's house, I looked at the flowers on both sides, like a sea of flowers. Some of these flowers stand alone, some are huddled together by two or three, and some are seven or eight blooming into a cluster, which is very cute. Red, blue, yellow, green, purple, white, all kinds of colors are connected, staggered, changing, fluctuating, until the edge of the sky, to the foot of the mountain, to the junction of heaven and earth.

Everywhere is a scene of flowers, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, dazzling and dizzying.

The swallow spreads its flexible and powerful wings and flies freely, heralding the arrival of spring, sometimes low against the water, rippling in patches; Sometimes it soars into the sky and reaches the sky.

Look, the willow trees on the shore seem to have been trimmed with scissors, which is refreshing, which reminds me of the poem "I don't know who cut out the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors".

The wildflowers on the roadside are bright and eye-catching. Look at the six-petaled wildflowers, the light red petals also hide pale yellow buds, which makes people feel like "the golden house hides the beauty". You see the wildflowers of different shapes, some of which are all in full bloom to show the viewer their most beautiful side; Some flowers only bloom one or two petals, and their heads are lowered shyly; Some are still flowers, but their faces are red, as if they want to **, as if they want to touch it, they will explode with a "tom".

The stream beside the path is flowing "lala", like a group of happy children, giggling forward, like a "pearl stream" formed by bright pearls. The stream flows merrily forward, into the river, into the river, into the sea.

Beautiful butterflies dance in the grass, like a ballet dancer dancing on stage.

The little yellow warbler also stood on the branch and sang freely, like a singer singing gracefully.

Spring is here, and it's full of life.

Alone on the riverside, looking for flowers.

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

The path to Huang Siniang's house was full of flowers, as many as stars in the sky, almost blocking the way. The flowers are like the faces of little girls, so cute, so beautiful, exuding their unique charming charm. They seem to have thousands of flowers, yellow, red, and blue.

Clusters, layers and layers, spread all over the sky like a cloud brocade. As if overwhelmed, the flower branches bent over, emitting an alluring fragrance, announcing the arrival of spring!

Butterflies flutter in the wind, one, two, three. There are too many to count. They are reluctant to give up in the flowers, sometimes dancing (po) (suo), sometimes flying up and down, the posture is very beautiful, just like a group of professional dancers dancing together a "spring dance"!

The free little yellow warblers also fly, they are crying, singing, chirping, chirping, chirping, singing "Ode to Joy" to welcome spring!

Spring is full of life, and everything is revived; Spring is beautiful and colorful, with red and willow green flowers; Spring is pleasant to the ear, and a hundred birds are singing. Ah, spring is a poem, spring is a painting!

One day in March, the poet Du Fu was strolling by the river, so uncomfortable. Suddenly, he smelled a faint fragrance that tempted him to walk forward. In a moment, Du Fu was in front of a simple country hut, which reminded the poet Du Fu of the beautiful scenery of flowers on the path, and he guessed that the owner of this hut must be a flower lover.

After a while, a woman from a mountain village came out of the house, and saw her carrying a wooden barrel and wearing a coarse cloth robe, and when he saw the poet Du Fu standing in front of his hut, he smiled and invited Du Fu to sit down and talked with the poet. From the chat, Du Fu learned that this middle-aged woman's name was Huang Siniang, who was a flower lover, and there were countless flowers in the house. Du Fu then stayed in Italy and went to the hut surrounded by flowers, all kinds of flowers competing in the sun, competing to bloom.

One by one, the flowers pressed the branches like bows, for a while.

The breeze blows, the flower branches shake, and from time to time there are wisps of fragrance. There are a few butterflies that are constantly circling and dancing on the flowers. As if to say:

Look, our poet Du Fu is here, let's enjoy the flowers together! Du Fu was looking at it, and then there was a crisp sound of "Cha Cha" in his ears, and when he looked up, several beautiful and lovely yellow warblers were chirping on the branches, as if singing a wonderful spring hymn!

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It can really be said that this is a world of flowers, a sea of flowers. Colorful, especially beautiful, white like snow, red like xia, yellow like golden ......

The flowers are as big as the mouth of a bowl, bending the branches, and the small flowers are like beans, and they are budding.

When the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers comes to your nose. Among the flowers, butterflies are dancing and do not want to leave for a long time.

The beautiful, beautiful little yellow warblers are singing a pleasant song on the branches, and they are still jumping happily on the branches.

Rewrite "Looking for Flowers by the Riverside".

On a sunny spring day, Du Fu was in an extremely happy mood, because he was going to visit a resident named Huang Siniang today, who was walking alone by the river.

On the way to Huang Siniang's house, there is a trail full of flowers. In the spring of March, a hundred flowers bloom and compete for beauty. Look, the notes of the spring flowers hang unkemptly, and the bright golden yellow is dazzling; Not to be outdone, Yueji bloomed a charming little flower, looking at it from afar, it was very beautiful; And then there's the camellia, which blooms so brightly, brightly, and sparkles in the sun.

Thousands of plump flowers pressed down on the branches.

How can you afford to miss this beautiful scenery for the flowers and butterflies? They reluctantly flutter and play among the flowers. I saw a few large butterflies with purple spots among the nearby flowers, fluttering in the air for a while, and then raising their wings and landing on the flowers.

It's hard to tell whether the butterfly has turned into a flower, or whether the flower has grown wings and flies. Flocks of butterflies gather and disperse, and their colorful wings add a beautiful scenery to the spring.

There are also a few small yellow warblers that fly down on the green branches and sing "chirping", the voice is tactful, there is no unified step, there is no neat rhythm, but the sound is very beautiful.

The great poet Du Fu was attracted by this harmonious and beautiful scene, so he immediately wrote the poem "Looking for Flowers by the Riverside":

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

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"Looking for Flowers by the Riverside" rewritten.

In 706 A.D., the poet Du Fu lived in Chengdu, Sichuan, after suffering from chaos, and built a thatched cottage on the bank of Huanhua River in the western suburbs, temporarily having a place to live, and his mood was relatively comfortable. In the spring season, one day, walk alone by the river to enjoy the flowers. On this day, the weather was sunny and sunny, and Du Fu was walking alone by the river.

Neighbor Huang Siniang's home, Reed Flowers, under the blowing of the spring breeze, vied with each other to bloom their smiling faces, which made people feel so lovely. Flowers covered the path, and they all became one. Du Fu wanted to count how many there were, but those delicate spring flowers were blooming one by one, almost tens of millions, but there were too many!

The flowers are densely layered, so big and numerous, that they bend the branches heavily! Du Fu admired the beautiful flowers and reveled in the fragrance of flowers. At this time, he saw many butterflies flying alone, dancing on the flowers, one moment landing in the sea of flowers to talk to their hearts, and the next they flew up again, playing with the flowers.

Butterflies hovering over the flowers, reluctant to return. What a charm of flowers! Even the great poet Du Fu couldn't forget to look at it!

The flowers not only attract butterflies and poets, but also the "singer" yellow warbler, who lands among the flowers and sings loudly in this beautiful landscape. Du Fu looked at the scenery of birds and flowers, and the sorrow in his heart disappeared all of a sudden, only to feel that the fragrance was coming, and the beautiful singing voice was in his ears, which felt so good! Du Fu was suddenly inspired, went home and took out the four treasures of the study, and wrote the sixth poem of the popular poem "Seven Quatrains of Seeking Flowers by the Riverside".

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches. The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.