How to make up a story with ancient poetry?

The wind dissolves and drops three autumn leaves, and can bloom February flowers.

Thousands of feet of waves across the river, into the bamboo ten thousand poles slanted.

This poem allows people to see the power of the wind, which can make the leaves fall off in late autumn, can promote the flowers of early spring and February, can set off thousands of feet of huge waves when it passes through the river, and can blow thousands of green bamboos crookedly when it blows into the bamboo forest.

Original Text: Autumn Thoughts.

Zhang Ji saw the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, and wanted to write a book.

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

Make up stories. 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 sparkling 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 time, I couldn't help but feel homesick, so I went straight to my apartment.

I sat alone in my chair, very troubled. 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.

Suddenly the rooster crowed, but I hadn't finished writing the letter, because there were so many things to write, and after writing about it, I remembered it again, as if I could never finish it. It wasn't until the sun rose that I blew out the candlelight. 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 had not finished what I wanted to say in my hurry, so I hurriedly opened the sealed letter and looked at it, and then sealed it again and handed it to my friend to say goodbye to him.

1. Translate ancient poems into the vernacular.

2. Understand the poetry expressed in this ancient poem.

3. Add good words and sentences to the poetry expressed in this ancient poem.

Fourth, the written story cannot change the original meaning of the ancient poem. Example, shepherd boy.

Tang "Lu Yan. The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds of the evening breeze.

After returning to eat and dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay down in the moonlight.

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. With a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy walked happily to the grass pile of potatoes, 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 mind.

How beautiful it is for you to listen to that cheerful tune and blow again! Hey! How did it stop, 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 lullaby of the bugs and sleep beautifully!

At dusk, an old tree entwined with dead vines fell on a crow returning to its nest at dusk. Flying sand swept across the town. A man appears at the end of the town's ancient road, leading a lean horse from hunger and overwork.

No, it shouldn't be said that, it should be said that it was the skinny horse who was holding him. He was forced by his family to wander outside. His eyes had long since lost their former light, and in their place was confusion and hesitation.

The river sparkles in the sunset, and the cottages of several families are small but extra welcoming. Then he thought of that home, that big mansion; I thought of the food, the table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas; I also thought of my mother's ......When he thought of his mother, his long-lost tears crossed his face.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He was tired, and fell, and fell on this end of the bridge; He was sleepy, he wanted to sleep for a while, only for a short time. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, so calm and serene, with a smile on his lips.

The wind blew, carrying his soul and flying back to the ...... home he dreamed of returning to every night

I don't have anyone to help me yet