The Book of Songs was created by Wei's ancient poems.

1. The book of songs "Picking Wei" was rewritten into an 800-word composition "Picking Wei" is a famous article in the Book of Songs. The understanding of this poem should be related to the historical environment at that time.

Zhou people yearned for a peaceful and stable living environment and were tired of war. Northern nomads invaded the Zhou Dynasty, and soldiers went out to defend their country.

Before the war, the feeling of farewell was beyond words. Three years later, when I came back alive, it rained heavily. After the war, the scene of Xiao Suo's ruin was suddenly vivid, and the feeling of sadness still existed.

This poem is like a painting, which expresses the feelings of a traveler far away from home to the fullest. It was spring when I went out, and the willows were dancing. When I came back, it was already rainy and snowy in winter.

At this time of year, everything he has experienced is self-evident. We can imagine that maybe his wife is waiting for him at home.

We can imagine that maybe his lover is waiting for him in his hometown. Even if you have suffered a lot in a year, you have to wait until you meet each other.

There was a lonely man walking alone in the heavy snow, and a lamp was on for him in the distance. That is all his hope, and it is also his motivation to live.

For the sake of Liu Yiyi, he can endure rain and snow. The poem is full of the beauty of human nature.

The inconvenient transportation of ancient people developed people's thinking and brought people's imagination to the extreme. We dare not imagine that today's men and women will create such a touching picture.

Marriage, like fashion, becomes stale after a few days. It's normal to sing pop songs for a few days and change to a new song.

The new style is not new, so change it to a new one. If so, it doesn't matter. There's nothing wrong with changing hearts.

Husband and wife are loyal, and lovers are open. If you are in harmony, you will stay; if you are not in harmony, you will go. This is an ideal state.

The terrible thing is that once people's feelings are contaminated with copper smell. Then love is no longer a person, but the social relations, social interests, money, status and so on behind people.

Some people will give almost everything for money and enjoyment. In this sense, the era of "I used to be shaded by willows" is over.

In the poem "Picking Wei", "I have been there, Liu Yiyi; Now think about it, it's still snowing. In contrast, these four sentences combine the time series "today-past", phenology "willow-snow" and life "go-come" to create a typical picture beyond reality. Just four poems, seemingly plain and vivid, are full of strong artistic appeal, "write sadness with joy" and "multiply sadness and joy"

The same "I" is different from the past and the present, but the same road is different from "Liu Yang Yiyi" and "rain and snow raining", which are all generated in the life changes of "going" and "coming".

2. Rewrite the ancient poem "The Book of Songs Picking Wei", the first volume of the sixth grade, into a 500-word essay, picking Wei and picking Wei handfuls, and the new buds of Wei cuisine have grown up.

Say go home, say go home, another year. If you have a home, you have no home. Fight with ghosts.

There is no leisure to sit down and fight with ghosts. Pea seedlings have been picked again, and wild peas have just emerged from the ground.

I said I would go home, but it still didn't come true by the end of the year. A lonely room is a lonely home, so it is a ghost.

If you don't start, that's one reason. Pick the European Union one by one, and Osmunda japonica is fresh and tender.

Say "home" and "home", I'm worried. Full of sadness, hungry and thirsty, it's really bitter.

It is difficult to decide on land defense transfer. Who will take the book Trust home? The pea seedlings have been picked again, and the wild peas are very tender. Said he went home, and he was depressed.

Anxiety is burning, and hunger is unbearable. I am hesitant, I will be hired! Pick up the EU one by one, Osmunda japonica is already old.

Say "go home" and "go home", and then October comes again. No royal errands. I want to rest and have no leisure.

Full of sadness and pain, afraid of never going home. Bean sprouts are picked again, and the stems and leaves of wild peas are getting old.

He said that he went home and went home again in October. The king is too busy to start.

My heart hurts and I can't go home now. What flowers are in full bloom? Tang Di is full of flowers. What car is tall and big? The general rode in a tall chariot.

Driving a chariot to fight, four strong horses galloped together. How dare you coexist peacefully on the border? How many times to win in January! What flowers are in full bloom? It's Tang Dihua.

What kind of car is it? General among generals, of course. The troop ship started, and four horses were tall and big.

How dare you live safely? 1 month 3 Jie! Driving four Dagong horses, which are tall and big. The general leaned against the car and the soldiers relied on it for cover.

The four horses are neat, and the fish skin and quiver are carved with bows. Not a day goes by without vigilance, the military situation is urgent! Riding four horses, four horses are tall and strong.

The generals sat in the car and the soldiers were under its protection. Four horses were trained, with bows and shark sacs decorated with Gu Xiang.

Don't quit every day, holes and thorns! Recall that when I went out, Yangliuyiyi blew with the wind; Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and I am really tired of being thirsty and hungry.

Full of sadness, full of sadness. Who knows my sadness! Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry.

The road is muddy, hungry and thirsty. Full of sadness, full of sadness, who experienced my sadness! Appreciation of The Book of Songs (Excerpt) In the past, I was no longer there, and the willows were reluctant.

The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. (Translation) Recalling the original expedition, Yangliuyiyi blew with the wind; Now on the way back, the snow is flying all over the sky.

Yesterday: Once upon a time. Yi: Modal particle: It describes that the branches are weak and sway with the wind.

Thinking: Modal auxiliary words. Feifei: The way snowflakes fly.

The planning and launching of war is the activity of "meat eaters". Individuals who are forced to be involved in it can't grasp their own destiny, just like leaves fluttering with the wind. Little people who drift with the wind are allowed to play with their own destiny at will, all tired, sad, suffering, illness, aging and death, but they can't help sighing and screaming in the air. This is probably the only right and "property" left by ordinary soldiers.

With this right to sing sad songs, you won't offend your Excellency! The anxiety of homelessness, the boredom of living without a fixed place, the toil and fatigue of repeated battles and defeats, the pain of missing hometown, the feeling of personal fate, the hatred of invading enemies, the longing for a peaceful life, the sadness of touching the scene, the fear of impermanence of fate, and the indefinite waiting all impact sensitive and anxious hearts all the time. Singing them out is a kind of self-care and self-comfort, just like an injured animal, licking its own wounds, enduring its own pain and experiencing its own sadness.

If even the desire and instinct to cry are lost after the injury, it will be completely numb and materialized. For a soul accustomed to fate, pain and sadness, hardship, hardship and fatigue are not terrible.

What is terrible is that I have lost my spirit and vitality as a living individual. Sensitivity to sadness and pain not only shows the individual's real concern about his own living situation, but also shows the individual's self-awareness and will.

The expression of sadness and pain is not only a helpless sigh and sorrow, but also a unique expression that is unwilling to endure pain and pain and unwilling to yield to fate. What it wants to tell us is that I am sad without me, I am miserable and helpless, but I don't want to, I refuse to accept it, I also have my own direction and pursuit, and I have my own value and dignity.

Individuals who can think and do this are actually not "small". From the point of view of his inability to control his own destiny, he is weak; Judging from his unwillingness to yield to fate and his own pursuit, he is remarkable.

Because of this, it is no longer a simple matter to sing out one's inner sadness and pain, but even if the singer himself seems to do so inadvertently, his deep motivation is obvious. The whole life is like a war.

If you live, you will be forced to get involved in this war, and there will be sadness, pain, worry, fear and despair. Yearning for.

Pursuit, helplessness and so on. Poetry expressing these experiences is itself a touching philosophy of existence.

3. Rewrite the 600-word composition of "The Book of Songs Picking the EU". The four seasons cycle, bloom, new buds have grown, and the lights in the distance are still on. Every road leads to my home, but I can't go home.

I fantasize about going back and blowing out its wait. I fantasized for a year! One year! I fought with you at the end of the world. In front of a busy killer, I never stopped, just to keep fighting with you. When winter goes and spring comes, the delicate Osmunda japonica just sticks out its tender green buds, trying to penetrate the hillside of the field and the frozen stream. A light is still on in the distance, and a gentle killer is worried at night.

Full of sad seeking eruption, muddy village, no touching pain, all the days are covered with thorns, xanthium and tears. The defense is like the sea, and the tide rises and falls. I'm on a stormy ship, staring blankly. I have a swan goose delivering letters, and I don't know where to fly. You are sitting at the end of the corridor where I miss you, and suddenly you are covered by another October depicted by rain, snow and frost.

The war in the kingdom riveted my feet, pressing them day and night, and my heart was vague and painful. I am afraid that the fire will go out and the flowers will fall, so I will let my youth be buried somewhere else. In my dream, I heard the voice of bloom, Fang Fei Tang Dihua; Horses cross the cold river, the wind lifts their shirts, the stars roar, the sound of fire burning, the sound of city collapse, and the desolation and chaos of the years. Who can ask to live in peace?

As long as I have a knife, I will let the attacker run away in rout. The car is slow, the armor sword is full of majestic posture, and it is always ready to deal with it.

Chariots, horses, fish skins, rocket launchers, carved bows, and continuous beacon smoke. Guards with halberds never take off their armor.

I waited coldly, the bonfire lit, the horn sounded and I was ready to attack. I'm tired, please allow me to stop. I am holding my brother. Do you remember the green willow in my hometown? Remember how many acacia tears fell on the land you stepped on? Remember where your blood was left in the mud? Do you remember? There are many people waiting for your return under the tree in the distance. Finding ditches is a gift, but it's already gray.

When mysteriously leaving, the willow tree smiles, and the breeze caresses the warmth of the sun, vaguely like yesterday; Now I'm back, one foot is heavy, but the other foot is nowhere to be found, forgetting the broken dust and the residual flowers with blood and tears. I came back empty-handed, and I put my hands into the air-snow and snow covered my heart on a warm day.

It's been a whole year, and this bloody war still makes me unable to adapt. Fear, nausea, sadness, anxiety, all kinds of emotions torment me.

The ancients often said that it is happy and glorious to fight for the defence of our country. What I see, however, is the bleak sky, full of color and sadness, and the gray face distorted by fear.

Where is happiness and glory? The endless war has caused a lot of loss of life. I don't know when this evil day will be over! Eat Osmunda japonica every day and watch them grow day by day, and the early buds become the last dead leaves.

Maybe one day, even this last thing has been eaten? ! I am too tired to eat and sleep every day. Sometimes, looking up at the sky and the night is as quiet as water, I will think of my hometown.

Is my family praying for my early return to the bright moon? Fade, fade! Hu Bugui? Why is Hu Weiwei exposed because of Wei Jun? It's getting dark It's getting dark Why don't you go home? The bow of the micro-monarch, Hu Weiwei in the mud? Full of trauma has made my mouth speechless, only a deep sigh. Who can soothe my pain? The flowers in Tang Di are still in full bloom. The gorgeous flowers add a little bright color to this gray battlefield, but it makes people feel unspeakable desolation.

A horse chariot is like a fish suit. In the face of this well-trained army, I should be proud and have no complaints.

With such a powerful army, our country should be at peace. However, standing on the blood and bodies of my companions, how can I not be sad or panic! Maybe one day, I will become a cold corpse and be buried by the yellow sand of the years.

But I am a person, and I must shoulder the responsibility of defending the vast land of China to which I am attached. I was wearing a military uniform, listening to Ma Si's screams and the wind whistling.

The spear in my hand pierced the enemy's chest again and again, and the warm blood dyed my whole body red. In a trance, I seem to see nothing, and my ears are silent, leaving only the crimson sky, like sunset glow, like pink stillness-the enemy's sword pierced my body and stripped my soul a little.

No pain, no tears ... Suddenly, I drifted back to my hometown. The past Yi Yi Liu Yang has long since ceased to exist.

Now, I am greeted by endless snow and endless loneliness. Snow passed through my clear body and turned into a wisp of smoke-no, I have no body.

Now I am just a wandering soul attached to the world. I went back to the place where I had appeared countless times in my dream.

There, my family is still expecting my return, but I don't know, I am standing beside them. I reached out to touch my wife's beautiful and haggard face, but I went straight through her body.

I tried to call her name, but I found that there was no sound. Tears slid silently across my cheeks, without temperature.

We are close at hand, but far away. I'm leaving eventually.

Leave slowly, turn around silently, stare at the haunting home, feel inexplicably sad in my heart, and my steps are too slow to move. But I have to go. My family and I have long been separated by yin and yang, and staying here can only increase sadness.

What awaits me ahead will be the next reincarnation. Willow trees in Yiyi, rustling snowflakes, this sleepless winter, a little nostalgic, disappointed several times.

-Inscription Snow dances like goose feathers all over the sky, and catkins are not due to the wind. Walking alone in this beautiful world, sad and happy? Inadvertently, a snowflake fell into the palm of your hand and looked at its crystal water chestnut. When it was about to melt, I couldn't help but feel something in my heart.

I remember when I joined the army, my family and I said goodbye by the willow trees where the breeze blew. We were separated for several years. Are parents looking forward to their children coming back, and are their temples already gray? My wife and children are worried. How are you now? The snow is getting bigger and bigger, you don't know, eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky; The cold wind is biting and the border is tight, so you can't see it. The general was white-haired and in tears.

I'm guarding the frontier fortress. Who can know me? There is a shortage of rations, and soldiers are accompanied by Osmunda all the year round.

4. The planning and launching of the 800-word composition "The Book of Songs" is an activity of "meat eaters". Individuals who are forced to be involved in it can't grasp their own destiny, just like leaves fluttering in the wind, drifting with the tide, letting fate play at will, fatigue, sadness, disease, aging and death. Everyone can't help sighing and screaming in the sky.

This is probably the only right and "property" left by ordinary soldiers. With this right to sing sad songs, you won't offend your Excellency! The anxiety of homelessness, the boredom of living without a fixed place, the toil and fatigue of repeated battles and defeats, the pain of missing hometown, the feeling of personal fate, the hatred of invading enemies, the longing for a peaceful life, the sadness of touching the scene, the fear of impermanence of fate, and the indefinite waiting all impact sensitive and anxious hearts all the time.

Singing them out is a kind of self-care and self-comfort, just like an injured animal, licking its own wounds, enduring its own pain and experiencing its own sadness. If even the desire and instinct to cry are lost after the injury, it will be completely numb and materialized.

For a soul accustomed to fate, pain and sadness, hardship, hardship and fatigue are not terrible. What is terrible is that I have lost my spirit and vitality as a living individual.

Sensitivity to sadness and pain not only shows the individual's real concern about his own living situation, but also shows the individual's self-awareness and will. The expression of sadness and pain is not only a helpless sigh and sorrow, but also a unique expression that is unwilling to endure pain and pain and unwilling to yield to fate.

What it wants to tell us is that I am sad without me, I am miserable and helpless, but I don't want to, I refuse to accept it, I also have my own direction and pursuit, and I have my own value and dignity. Individuals who can think and do this are actually not "small".

From the point of view of his inability to control his own destiny, he is weak; Judging from his unwillingness to yield to fate and his own pursuit, he is remarkable. Because of this, it is no longer a simple matter to sing out one's inner sadness and pain, but even if the singer himself seems to do so inadvertently, his deep motivation is obvious.

The whole life is like a war. If you live, you will be forced to get involved in this war, and there will be sadness, pain, worry, fear and despair.

Yearning for. Pursuit, helplessness and so on.

Poetry expressing these experiences is itself a touching philosophy of existence.

5. Rewrite the 800-word composition of "The Book of Songs Picking Wei". The four seasons cycle, bloom, the new buds of Osmunda japonica have grown, and the lights in the distance are still on. Every road leads to my home, but I can't go home.

I fantasize about going back and blowing out its wait. I fantasized for a year! One year! I fought with you at the end of the world. In front of a busy killer, I never stopped, just to keep fighting with you. When winter goes and spring comes, the delicate Osmunda japonica just sticks out its tender green buds, trying to penetrate the hillside of the field and the frozen stream. A lamp is still on in the distance, and a gentle killer is worried at night.

Full of sad seeking eruption, muddy village, no touching pain, all the days are covered with thorns, xanthium and tears. The defense is like the sea, and the tide rises and falls. I'm on a stormy ship, staring blankly. I have a swan goose delivering letters, and I don't know where to fly. You are sitting at the end of the corridor where I miss you, and suddenly you are covered by another October depicted by rain, snow and frost.

The war in the kingdom riveted my feet, pressing them day and night, and my heart was vague and painful. I am afraid that the fire will go out and the flowers will fall, so I will let my youth be buried somewhere else. In my dream, I heard the voice of bloom, Fang Fei Tang Dihua; Horses cross the cold river, the wind lifts their shirts, the stars roar, the sound of fire burning, the sound of city collapse, and the desolation and chaos of the years. Who can ask to live in peace?

As long as I have a knife, I will let the attacker run away in rout. The car is slow, the armor sword is full of majestic posture, and it is always ready to deal with it.

Chariots, horses, fish skins, rocket launchers, carved bows, and continuous beacon smoke. Guards with halberds never take off their armor.

I waited coldly, the bonfire lit, the horn sounded and I was ready to attack. I'm tired, please allow me to stop. I am holding my brother. Do you remember the green willow in my hometown? Remember how many acacia tears fell on the land you stepped on? Remember where your blood was left in the mud? Do you remember? There are many people waiting for your return under the tree in the distance. Finding ditches is a gift, but it's already gray.

When mysteriously leaving, the willow tree smiles, and the breeze caresses the warmth of the sun, vaguely like yesterday; Now I'm back, one foot is heavy, but the other foot is nowhere to be found, forgetting the broken dust and the residual flowers with blood and tears. I came back empty-handed, and I put my hands into the air-snow and snow covered my heart on a warm day.

It's been a whole year, and this bloody war still makes me unable to adapt. Fear, nausea, sadness, anxiety, all kinds of emotions torment me.

The ancients often said that it is happy and glorious to fight for the defence of our country. What I see, however, is the bleak sky, full of color and sadness, and the gray face distorted by fear.

Where is happiness and glory? The endless war has caused a lot of loss of life. I don't know when this evil day will be over! Eat Osmunda japonica every day and watch them grow day by day, and the early buds become the last dead leaves.

Maybe one day, even this last thing has been eaten? ! I am too tired to eat and sleep every day. Sometimes, looking up at the sky and the night is as quiet as water, I will think of my hometown.

Is my family praying for my early return to the bright moon? Fade, fade! Hu Bugui? Why is Hu Weiwei exposed because of Wei Jun? It's getting dark It's getting dark Why don't you go home? The bow of the micro-monarch, Hu Weiwei in the mud? Full of trauma has made my mouth speechless, only a deep sigh. Who can soothe my pain? The flowers in Tang Di are still in full bloom. The gorgeous flowers add a little bright color to this gray battlefield, but it makes people feel unspeakable desolation.

A horse chariot is like a fish suit. In the face of this well-trained army, I should be proud and have no complaints.

With such a powerful army, our country should be at peace. However, standing on the blood and bodies of my companions, how can I not be sad or panic! Maybe one day, I will become a cold corpse and be buried by the yellow sand of the years.

But I am a person, and I must shoulder the responsibility of defending the vast land of China to which I am attached. I was wearing a military uniform, listening to Ma Si's screams and the wind whistling.

The spear in my hand pierced the enemy's chest again and again, and the warm blood dyed my whole body red. In a trance, I seem to see nothing, and my ears are silent, leaving only the crimson sky, like sunset glow, like pink stillness-the enemy's sword pierced my body and stripped my soul a little.

No pain, no tears ... Suddenly, I drifted back to my hometown. The past Yi Yi Liu Yang has long since ceased to exist.

Now, I am greeted by endless snow and endless loneliness. Snow passed through my clear body and turned into a wisp of smoke-no, I have no body.

Now I am just a wandering soul attached to the world. I went back to the place where I had appeared countless times in my dream.

There, my family is still expecting my return, but I don't know, I am standing beside them. I reached out to touch my wife's beautiful and haggard face, but I went straight through her body.

I tried to call her name, but I found that there was no sound. Tears slid silently across my cheeks, without temperature.

We are close at hand, but far away. I'm leaving eventually.

Leave slowly, turn around silently, stare at the haunting home, feel inexplicably sad in my heart, and my steps are too slow to move. But I have to go. My family and I have long been separated by yin and yang, and staying here can only increase sadness.

What awaits me ahead will be the next reincarnation. Willow trees in Yiyi, rustling snowflakes, this sleepless winter, a little nostalgic, disappointed several times.

-Inscription Snow dances like goose feathers all over the sky, and catkins are not due to the wind. Walking alone in this beautiful world, sad and happy? Inadvertently, a snowflake fell into the palm of your hand and looked at its crystal water chestnut. When it was about to melt, I couldn't help but feel something in my heart.

I remember when I joined the army, my family and I said goodbye by the willow trees where the breeze blew. We were separated for several years. Are parents looking forward to their children coming back, and are their temples already gray? My wife and children are worried. How are you now? The snow is getting bigger and bigger, you don't know, eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky; The cold wind is biting and the border is tight, so you can't see it. The general was white-haired and in tears.

I'm guarding the frontier fortress. Who can know me? There is a shortage of rations, and soldiers are accompanied by Osmunda all the year round.