Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story, and Qiu Si rewrite a short story

I have 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".

On a day when the autumn wind was blowing, I was living in Luoyang City, raised my head, looked out the window, and saw the sudden autumn wind, rolling up the yellow leaves that had fallen to the ground, and the yellow leaves were taken elsewhere. When I saw this bleak scene, I couldn't help but feel lonely, thinking of my hometown and my loved ones. So, I hurriedly spread out the blank paper, picked up the brush, and began to write.

I think about it, but I don't know where to start, because there are so many things I want to write. I put down the brush, thought for a long time, picked up the pen again, and wrote this letter: Dad, Mom:

I'm doing well here, don't worry, how are you doing at home? ......After I had carefully sealed the letter, I wanted to find someone to bring the letter I had written to my family.

At this moment, I glanced at the street, and found that my fellow was standing there, and I hurried out to greet him, and chatted with him, and while chatting, I suddenly remembered the letter, and asked, "Fellow, do you want to go back?" He nodded and asked

Are you going back too? I shook my head and said, "I can't go back, I'm still a little unfinished in Luoyang."

As he spoke, he took out the letter, "You can give this letter to my parents for me." He nodded, and was about to leave, when I stopped him again: "Fellow, wait a minute, well—can you give me back that letter?"

The fellow was strange, but returned the letter to me anyway. I opened the letter again and looked at it, afraid that the hastily written letter would not convey all the meaning.

I checked it over and over again, and finally, solemnly handed the letter to my fellow countryman. Bonus points.

Topic: Autumn Wind, Autumn Rain, Autumn Trouble.

The poet 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!

Zhang Ji looked at the blue sky and wanted to sing and shout, pouring out his wishes ......

Think for yourself, it's best to write it yourself, think about it. \(o^)/

The autumn breeze is blowing in Luoyang City. At this time, the poet Zhang Ji walked by the riverside, walking and looking at the maple trees on the side of the road, the maple trees were all red, and from time to time they fell flaming red leaves. A gust of wind blew, Zhang Ji felt a chill, and the little flower on the side of the road also bent over, and Zhang Ji pulled his neck.

He raised his head, saw the geese flying south in the sky, and said, "Autumn is coming."

It will be August 15 in a few days, looking at the bleak scene, Zhang Ji remembered the scene of celebrating the festival with his relatives at home last year: Last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, I enjoyed the moon with my family and ate moon cakes. My mother is still helping me sew clothes at home, my children are still playing with me, and my wife is helping me cook porridge.

Is your wife in good health? Is my father healthy?

When I was leaving, my mother told me to put on more clothes. My wife prepared a bag of dry food for me, and my father told me to take care of myself when I went out alone.

Zhang Ji missed his hometown too much, he hurriedly wanted to write a letter to his relatives at home, it was difficult to say, he didn't know where to start, the pen in his hand was like a boulder weighing a thousand pounds, he pondered for a while.

before I put pen to paper. The next day, the messenger came, and when the messenger was about to leave, Zhang Ji called: "Wait.

So, Zhang Ji added some more content, this time the messenger set off, Zhang Ji looked at the back of the messenger, and thought: How good it would be if I could go home, Zhang Ji couldn't help but shed tears.

He wrote a poem in Luoyang City: Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, he wants to write a book. The fear was said in a hurry, and the pedestrians opened it again.

A long, long time ago, there was a poet named Zhang Ji in the Tang Dynasty. Because he was erudite and talented, he won the top prize. Later, because of his excellence, he was deeply used by the emperor.

One day, the emperor ordered him to go to Luoyang City to do a big thing. Zhang Ji had to leave his hometown, and he had to leave his elderly mother and virtuous, young and beautiful wife. Before leaving, his old mother said with tears in her eyes

Son, you have to come back early. His wife said, "Xianggong, go early and return early."

Zhang Ji reluctantly stepped into the carriage, he looked back at his old mother and parents, and did not turn back until he could not see them.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. The days passed like water. One day two months later, Zhang Ji went out for a walk, he walked in the field, enjoying the beautiful and harmonious scene, and a cool autumn wind blew, which made him miss his hometown.

So, he hurried back to the inn where he was staying in Luoyang City, wanting to write a letter to his relatives in his hometown. Tizhi opened his pen, and a thousand words came to his heart, and he didn't know where to start for a while. After sorting out his thoughts a little, he wrote hard and wrote a full 9 sheets of paper in one go, and he wrote down his joys and sorrows, and all aspects of his situation and situation since he left home.

After sealing the letter, he handed it to the messenger. When the messenger turned around and was about to leave, he was worried that the hastily written letter would have something missing. And he said:

Could you please wait a little longer and let me read my letter again, okay? The messenger returned the letter to Zhang Ji. So, he opened the sealed letter and looked at it.

After reading it, he let out a long sigh. He sealed the envelope and gave it to the sender. After the messenger left, he chanted loudly

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.

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