The fifth grade of primary school rewrites 300 words of ancient poems

There was a family by the stream, and the family of five lived in an old, dilapidated and small thatched hut. But it can be seen that they live happily and happily. In front of the hut was a gray-haired old couple, who had just drunk some wine, and it could be seen from their red faces that they were slightly drunk, leaning together and drinking and having fun together in Wu's dialect.

The old man said, "I said wife, you are drunk." The old woman said

You're drunk, I'm sober! Hahaha, hahaha! Laughter poured out of the room.

Behind the thatched huts, there are green and tall bamboos, and the rolling hills reveal the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a small stream next to the hut, and the water is so clear that you can see the fish swimming in the river clearly. The eldest son of the old couple carried a hoe and a straw hat alone and went to hoe grass in the bean field on the east side of the creek.

The air outside the house is fresh, and there are many tender green grasses growing beside the stream, and there are green lotus leaves growing in the stream, and some of them have lotus flowers. The chickens are clucking, as if to say, "Where is our house?"

And the second son is weaving a chicken coop as fast as he can. Weaving and weaving, it was almost finished. The chickens also seemed to know that the second son was weaving chicken coops for them, so they flew around beside the second son, and sometimes pecked the second son's little feet in a friendly way.

As for the youngest son, he couldn't do anything, so he could only lie on the side of the stream, naughtily teasing the swimming fish, and peeling the lotus pod to eat, and nagging: "One, two, three... The way you shake your little feet is so cute! What a happy family it is!

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Shepherd Boy (rewritten from ancient poems).

Look at! At a glance, there is a patch of green grass, as if it is spread on the ground! The wind blew gently, and the sound of "rustling" was heard everywhere.

Listen! The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and a cheerful tune teased the evening breeze, and slowly the hour was in his ears.

In the morning, when the sun showed half of his face, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the hill to herd the cattle, and he sat on the back of the oxen and played the flute and hummed a little song. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained and without any worries. Until he was tired of playing, he lay on the grass, looking at the white clouds and birds in the sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon had climbed up. The shepherd boy took the flute in his hand, walked to the haystack with joyful steps, and lay down without taking off his coat, listening to the unknown insects in the grass singing beautiful songs, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, and the pictures came to his mind.

You listen to that cheerful tune and blow again, how beautiful! Hey! How stopped, oh ......It turned out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Oh, yes! He's really tired, so let him listen to the bug's lullaby and sleep beautifully!

We're going to write it too, so you guys should send it quickly.