The Story of Qiu Si 500 Words 80

Autumn Thoughts. The sad season cools down in the autumn breeze.

The leaves swaying in the wind were watching helplessly.

The last leaves fluttered under the sky.

I hide that autumn in my heart, and it also overflows with the wind.

I'm still keeping the season you left behind.

The yellow leaves flying in the sky seem to be your smile.

It tells the desolation and helplessness of autumn.

I stand alone on the road of my long life.

Like a migratory bird that has missed its journey.

Lost and not knowing where to fly.

Every reincarnation of the season.

I have a lot of heartache.

Your figure will appear in front of my eyes inadvertently.

I want to write a few simple sentences with a calm mind.

only to find that his eyes were blurry.

Time can't take away the autumn you left behind.

I still cry at night when I think about it.

I'm the only one standing alone in the corner of autumn.

Watch the flow of time and let the autumn season wither with the wind.

Loneliness scattered the autumn colors of my body.

Silently gazing at you, it is still so clear.

Shed a handful of tears of remorse and drink a glass of faint sorrow.

There is a true feeling in the heart, leaving a miss in the dream.

You really shouldn't say goodbye in the fall.

You can't write it yourself -0o0 Upstairs, this topic reminds me of when I was a child. Today's children really spend a lot of money writing essays. Listen to your mother, and write about what your mother is.

The story of Qiu Si.

It's autumn again, and when I see the red kapok, I think of you again. Autumn is a sentimental season, but for me I only miss it. Remember that special day in September?

The two of us read books and wrote poems under the kapok tree... Three years have passed in a flash, and I don't know how you feel about me, but I have a different affection for you. I always abide by the relationship between classmates and classmates, and I dare not confess to you, for fear that you will refuse, and even more afraid that it will affect your learning.

Study hard, and soon we both received notices from distant schools and left each other!

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Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang City, saw this bleak scene of yellow leaves flying, and couldn't help but think of his hometown and decided to write a letter to his family.

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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".

The autumn poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City.

Time is like an arrow, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn girl came to the world, and the leaves withered and yellowed, and they all fell. The cold wind gusted, making people feel extremely desolate and sad, Zhang Ji couldn't help but feel his thoughts, he missed his hometown, missed those villagers, fathers, relatives and friends.

Zhang Ji wanted to visit his family and stay in his hometown, but there was no way, he could only bless his relatives by writing a letter to his family: I wish his parents "longevity is better than Nanshan, and happiness is like the East China Sea", but unfortunately there are too many things to say to his fellow villagers, what if 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.

In this way, Zhang Ji repeatedly scanned the letter with a sharp gaze, which led to the poem "The fear of repetition is inexhaustible, and the pedestrian is about to open the seal", which describes the contradiction and complex psychology.

A total of 356 words. If you want to write well, choose the second one.

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 ......

In Luoyang City, I saw the autumn wind blowing again, and there lived a poet in Luoyang City-Zhang Ji. He had a lot to do every day, but he missed his hometown so much, but he didn't have time to write to his family. In the past few days, people in Luoyang City have been saying:

Why hasn't my son, whom I haven't seen in years, written to me?! "Yes, my relatives haven't heard from me either. ”…Seeing that people were discussing their hometown and their relatives in their hometown, Zhang Ji couldn't help but miss his relatives, so he took out the pen, paper and ink, and just wrote the beginning of the letter, and when he wanted to write down, someone came to inform him that the biggest official in Luoyang City came to see him and asked him to write a poem as soon as possible, and the poem should show his feelings of missing his hometown.

Zhang Ji has always wanted to write his home as soon as possible and send it out. So after arriving at Tang Daguan's house, he asked Tang Daguan to let him write poems after he finished writing his home.

The Tang official reluctantly agreed, but he said to Zhang Ji impatiently: "You must be fast, I will give you half a pillar of incense time to write your home." Zhang Ji hurriedly agreed, and then hurriedly returned home, picked up the pen and wrote his sorrows in Luoyang City, all kinds of thoughts about his hometown on the letterhead, and hurriedly sealed the letter, and felt that there were still many words that were not clear, and before the messenger set off, he stopped the people, opened the letter and added some content.

In the end, the poem written by Zhang Ji to Tang Daguan is "Autumn Thoughts".

Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book.

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

2. I have lived in the city of Luoyang.

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

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 they only twinkle 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 moment, I couldn't help but feel homesick, so I went straight to my apartment.

Sitting alone in my chair, very troubled, like sticky silk drawn from a spider's belly, it wrapped around my heart and made me panic. 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 ......

I heard the rooster crowing, but I hadn't finished writing the letter, because I had so much to write, and I wrote it, and I remembered it again, as if I could never finish it. It wasn't until the sun rose that I blew out the candlelight and stretched my pen. 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 hadn't finished what I wanted to say in my hurry, so I opened the sealed letter and looked at it, and then sealed it again and handed it to my friend, and said goodbye to him.

At this time, the sky was exceptionally clear, and the white clouds were smiling. Tall poplar trees clapped in the morning breeze, and a few yellow butterflies fluttered in the air......

I don't know, I don't know and I don't give it to you, write it yourself, 7474741!!!

The taxi at the scene said that the style of play is rich in saying whether or not.

Topic: Rewriting the ancient poem "Autumn Thoughts" (student assignment).

Zhang was born in a humble background. When he was young, his family was poor, and when he was very young, he was far away from his hometown and arrived.

Two. Ten. When he was five or six years old, he had already experienced a life of wandering in prison. Running around all year round, wandering in a foreign land.

On a quiet night, Zhang Ji finished dinner and sat in the small courtyard admiring the bright moonlight, the round moon hanging high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the dark earth.

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

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?" As the weather gets colder, you need to dress extra to avoid catching a cold.

Please don't worry about me, I'm doing well. How is the harvest at home this year? ......It seems that there is a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.

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

When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it repeatedly, and added: You should live every day happily, don't be unhappy for a little thing......After writing these, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San, who rode his horse and galloped away.

Zhang Ji looked at Wang San who was far away, and his heart was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can see her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I will be able to return to my hometown.

The story of Zhang Jiqiusi.

2012-06-23 qwer1290

Zhang Ji came to Luoyang City for business, and suddenly saw the big trees falling their leaves, and a cool autumn wind was blowing in his face. Zhang Ji felt very disappointed and knew that autumn was coming. Zhang Yi misses his family very much, and seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, he doesn't know what happened to his family.

He immediately remembered the poem: "Brother Yaozhi ascends to the heights, and there is one less person in the dogwood".

I'd better write a letter to my family! Zhang Ji said to himself. Zhang Ji picked up the pen and couldn't write for a long time, how could his homesickness and nostalgia be expressed in a letter?

After a long time, he wrote a few words in the letter: Old mother, are you okay? Sick father, rest well and pay attention to your body.

Wife and children, don't be too tired, for the sake of your family, you can find another way. Son! You have to go to class every day!

You can't skip class, and you must listen to what the gentleman says. The day after tomorrow will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, be happy at the reunion dinner, don't worry too much about me.

After writing, Zhang Ji was trying to go out and find a messenger, his fellow countryman Yang Kaihui happened to return to his hometown, Zhang Ji hurriedly handed over the letter to him, Zhang Ji put the letter into this person's sack and gave it to Yang Kaihui's sack. Zhang Ji told him that only my wife was literate in the family! Yang Kaihui was about to set off, but Zhang Ji didn't know why, as if he felt that he had written wrong.

He hurriedly stopped Yang Kaihui, took out the letter from Yang Kaihui's sack, opened the letter, and read it over and over again. Although it was about 100 words, he read it for an hour. In the end, he put it down, sealed it, and put it in Yang Kaihui's sack.

Zhang Jicai let Yang Kaihui go, Yang Kaihui has been gone for an hour, but Zhang Ji is still watching there, this is the mood of a distant wanderer who misses his hometown!