Thoughts on mountain holiday in the adaptation and creation of Shandong novels.

I compiled a short story from an ancient poem that reminded me of my Shandong brother when I was on holiday in the mountains.

1: One morning, I was a guest in a foreign land and felt very lonely. Every time I meet a special festival, I miss my loved ones more.

I am in a distant place, thinking that my brother, sister and brother must climb every mountain. I wish I could climb every mountain. I really want to find my brothers at once and climb the mountain with them. But I saw my brothers standing on high places, holding beautiful dogwood. Without me alone, my brothers climbed up happily.

Today is September 9th, the Double Ninth Festival. I am alone in a foreign country, a stranger. I feel very lonely. Every time I meet a holiday, I miss my family more.

I am in a distant place, thinking about my family. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. When they all climbed the peak and looked from a distance, they all missed the beautiful dogwood one by one, but I was lonely. I really want to find them.

On holiday in the mountains, I remembered a story made up by my brother in Shandong.

When the Double Ninth Festival arrives, Wang Wei, who is in a foreign land, can't help but miss his old mother and relatives in his hometown. This yearning is heartbreaking, and he can't help crying when he thinks about it. Helpless, I had to come to the inn to drown my sorrows. However, the more I drink, the less I feel drunk. It was supposed to relieve anxiety, but the more I drank, the more sad I became. In tears, Wang Wei seemed to see that the Double Ninth Festival was coming, and the old mother prepared cakes and wine and said to me, "Son! Eat quickly! Go climbing with my brother after dinner! Hey! Look at my memory. Come on, pull out some dogwood plants and put them in my body. Ghosts and gods are afraid, and they can exorcise evil spirits! " Now when I think of my white-haired old mother, my tears drop by drop. Poetry is becoming more and more popular. He wrote a poem: "Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season, and I know where my brothers are climbing, but one person is lacking everywhere." After reading it, my heart couldn't be calm for a long time, so I polished the ink and wrote it on a piece of paper, named "Missing Shandong Brothers' Mountain Holiday". In fact, Wang Wei knows that love is a heart that misses loved ones.

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Rewrite "Thinking of my brothers in Shandong when I was on vacation in the mountains" into a 500-word story.

Hey, it's the annual Double Ninth Festival again. I am out of town now, so I can't be reunited with my family. For example, today, every time I go to some traditional festivals, I feel even more sad, watching others get together for a reunion dinner, talking and laughing. Talk about life, talk about career. I can only sit in my room and watch it alone. How I want to have a pair of wings, and then I will fly to my hometown. But it's impossible. Now it's really "a stranger, I miss my relatives twice every festive season"! In this way, I was lost in thought. I think my brother is playing on the mountain now. As in previous years, how happy we are on the mountain. Pick mountain flowers and wild fruits, and lie on the grass to sleep. I washed my hands and face by the river with dogwood, and finally went down the river. Now I am alone.

Ⅳ Rewrite the ancient poem September 9th billion Shandong brothers into short stories.

Write out the meaning and add a few rhetorical devices!

Rewrite "Missing Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain" into a short article of about 200 words.

"Mountain Vacation" rewrote Lv Weiwei.

One morning, I was a guest in a foreign land and felt lonely in a strange place. Every time I meet a holiday, I miss my family more.

I am in a distant place, thinking that my brother, sister and brother must climb every mountain. I wish I could climb every mountain. I really want to find my brothers at once and climb the mountain with them. But I saw my brothers standing on high places, holding beautiful dogwood. Without me alone, my brothers climbed up happily.

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Rewrite Mountain Holiday-Thinking of My Shandong Brother-Deng Wenjing

The Double Ninth Festival is coming. Many people climb mountains, wear dogwood and drink chrysanthemum wine with their relatives and friends, and spend the festival happily.

I stayed in a small shop. I sat at my desk, looking at the bright moon, and remembered the scene of my brother and brother's holiday last year: I climbed the mountain with my brothers that day, wearing a cornucopia on my chest and drinking my own chrysanthemum wine to play. My little brother Wang Jindong is hiding in Tibet, as if playing some game. Alva Wang, the eldest brother, recited the classics while drinking, and he was fascinated. We played for half an hour, drank chrysanthemum wine and went home. This scene flashed by and made me feel sad. In this sad mood, I wrote this poem: "When I was on vacation in the mountains, I thought of my brothers in Shandong".

Tears streamed down my face and there were tears on the paper. At this moment, how I wish my brothers appeared in front of my eyes!

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Rewrite the poem "Remembering my brother in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" 2006 165438+ 10/4.

In a blink of an eye, autumn has passed, and it is the annual Double Ninth Festival. I sat by the window alone, drinking wine. I miss my relatives in my hometown more and more, and I can't help wondering what my brothers are doing. You put on your horn and climbed high? Drinking chrysanthemum wine and reciting poems at the top of the mountain, right? How I want to plug in my wings and fly back to spend the Happy Double Ninth Festival with them! Unfortunately, I'm out of town. . . . . .

Thought of here. I can't help crying again, and I can't spend the holidays with my relatives. I only hope that my relatives and my brothers are healthy and happy every day!

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ⅵ. Rewrite the ancient poem "Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" into a short story.

Story content:

This morning, Wang Wei, I was awakened by firecrackers. We went out to have a look, and everyone was very happy. Some lit firecrackers, some were playing, and some families were reunited, so happy. I patted my forehead, ah, today is the ninth double ninth festival in September!

However, I felt a little sadness in my heart. Because I am just a stranger living alone in another country, I can't spend this important and happy festival with my family today. Even so, it reminds me of the happy scene at home: my brothers went hiking with dogwood in their heads, talking and laughing.

At home, there will be a very rich reunion dinner and delicious chrysanthemum wine for my brothers to eat. My mother will also say, "When I grow up, everything will be useful, anything will do!" " Come on, eat more, you can live up to my expectations of you! "If I were here, I would be very happy and happy!

Unfortunately, at this time, I am far away from home, so I am not sad.

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Translation:

A person who is a stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives twice every festive season.

Imagine that I was the only one with dogwood on my head when my brothers climbed the mountain and looked far today.

(6) Extended reading of the adaptation of Shandong novel "I miss my brother on vacation in the mountains";

Writing background:

I wrote this poem because I missed my relatives in my hometown on the Double Ninth Festival. Wang Wei lives in Zhou Pu (now Yongji, Shanxi Province), to the east of Huashan Mountain, so he is called "Recalling Shandong Brothers".

When he wrote this poem, he was probably seeking fame in Chang 'an. Although the bustling imperial capital was very attractive to young literati who were keen on official career at that time, it was a "foreign land" for a young wanderer after all. The more bustling and lively, the more lonely and helpless the wanderer is in the vast sea of people.

Wang Wei is a precocious writer. He wrote many excellent poems when he was young. This poem was written when he was seventeen. Different from his later landscape poems, landscape poems are very picturesque and pay attention to composition and color.

This lyric poem is simple. But for thousands of years, people have read this poem when they are away from home, but they have strongly felt its artistic power. This artistic power comes from its simple, profound and highly artistic generalization.

Wang Wei (698-759, a work 70 1-76 1) was originally from Qi (now Qixian County, Shanxi Province) and his father moved to Yongji West, Shanxi Province, so he came from Hedong. In the fifth year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty (7 17), he became a scholar, married his younger brother and became famous with his ci. In the fifteenth year of Tianbao (756), the official reached the post, and in the Yuan Dynasty, the official reached the position of Shang Shu You Cheng, known as Wang Youcheng in history.

In his later years, he lived in seclusion in Wangchuan, Lantian, enjoying the paintings of Wangchuan Villa on the wall of Qingyuan Temple. His brushwork is magnificent, the valley is gloomy, and the clouds and water fly, which means dust. He is good at writing broken ink mountains and rivers, and his handwriting is vigorous and powerful. He changed the drawing method of line hook and heavy color cyan, and created a new technique of soaking ink with water.

Ⅶ "Thinking of My Shandong Brothers on Vacation in the Mountain" was adapted into a story composition.

[When I was on vacation in the mountains, I remembered the story composition adapted by my brothers in Shandong]

Wang Wei was very clever when he was a child. By the time he was seven years old, no one in his hometown was more powerful and talented than him. He is neither proud nor complacent. He is determined to leave his hometown and learn new knowledge everywhere. "Remembering my brother in Shandong on holiday in the mountains" adapted his story composition. Wang Wei bid farewell to his relatives in his hometown and went to other places. No one can talk to him, and he feels very lonely. The Double Ninth Festival is coming. In order to study, Wang Wei can't go back to his hometown to visit relatives. He misses his relatives very much. Some people speculate that his villagers must have climbed to a high place, covered with dogwood, only to find that he was gone. The composition of the fifth grade of primary school, "Thinking of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains", was adapted into a story composition. So, he began to write the poem "Memories of Jiuri Mountain's East Brothers in September", which is still very famous because of its homesickness. His family also missed Wang Wei, so they sent him a letter of encouragement. There is a sentence in the letter: "Wang Wei, don't miss us, study hard and fight for the flavor of your hometown." After receiving the letter, Wang Wei was very moved, studied hard and finally became an admirable poet. The original fourth grade "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" was adapted into a 300-word story composition.

ⅷ "Holidays in the mountains remind me of my brothers in Shandong".

Shanju Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers is one of the masterpieces of Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. This poem is a homesick version of a vagrant. At the beginning of the poem, I cut into the theme and wrote about the loneliness and sadness of life in a foreign land. Therefore, people are always homesick, and on festive occasions, they miss them all the more. Then the poem jumps to writing a brother who is far away from home. When they climbed the mountain according to the custom of the Double Ninth Festival, they also missed themselves. Poetry jumps repeatedly, implicative and deep, simple and natural, tortuous and changeable. Among them, "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season" is a famous sentence throughout the ages.

ⅸ Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my Shandong Brothers Story Edition (35O words)

A short story based on "I miss my Shandong brothers on vacation in the mountains" (1);

My name is Wang Wei, and I am one of the famous poets in the Tang Dynasty. /kloc-When I was 0/7 years old, I left home for the first time and came to Chang 'an to do business. Blink of an eye, it's been a few days, because things haven't developed smoothly enough and I can't go home for a long time, so I miss my loved ones every day. Today is the Double Ninth Festival. I was walking alone in the street, decorating everywhere, and people were walking together and talking about things. Go to the door of a family and hear laughter inside. At this moment, I am very sad and my eyes are full of tears.

I thought to myself: my family has probably finished drinking chrysanthemum wine now, with dogwood hanging on my waist, and I am going to climb the mountain! They will be sad because I'm not here! Thought of here, I burst into tears. At this time, the street vendor selling Cornus officinalis kept shouting in his hometown dialect, which broke my heart.

Finally, I realized the loneliness of "I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half tired recently". So, I wrote a poem: Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

A short story adapted from "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains" (part two)

Finally, the annual Double Ninth Festival. But I can't be with my family. Every time I go to a traditional festival, I feel more sad. I watched other people's families get together for a reunion dinner, talking and laughing. You can only sit in the room and watch it by yourself. How I want to have a pair of wings so that I can fly to my hometown. But it's impossible. Now it's really "a stranger, I miss my relatives twice every festive season"! In this way, I was lost in thought.

My brother is playing on the mountain now. As in previous years, we had a good time on the mountain. Pick mountain flowers and wild fruits, and lie on the grass to sleep. I washed my hands and face by the river with dogwood, and finally went down the river. Now I am alone.

The short story is adapted from "Vacation in the Mountain reminds me of my brothers in Shandong" (3)

This morning, I was awakened by firecrackers. Go out and have a look, everyone is very happy. Some people are setting off firecrackers, some people are playing and some families are getting together. I patted my forehead. Ah, today is the Double Ninth Festival! But I felt a little sad in my heart, because I am just a foreigner living in a foreign country now, and I can't spend this important and happy holiday with my family.

Although I can't go back, I can imagine the joy of my hometown. My brothers all wear dogwood and go hiking together. They are on the top of the mountain. Can they see Changan? It's a pity that I am in a place far from home. Why not make people sad?

Thinking of this, I suddenly became very excited about poetry, and wrote a poem "Thinking of Shandong Brothers on Mountain Holidays": Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

The short story is adapted from "Vacation in the Mountain reminds me of my brothers in Shandong" (4)

That year, I was 17 years old, and my hometown was Yongji, Shanxi, east of Huashan. In the spring of March, I hurried to Chang 'an. There, I miss my loved ones all the time, and I have a feeling that every day is like a year. On August 15th, I looked at the moon like a jade plate in the sky, chewing moon cakes in my mouth and thinking about my family. Looking at the letters sent to me by my relatives, I can't help but recall the good times at home with my relatives.

In a blink of an eye, September 9 is the Double Ninth Festival. People help their parents climb mountains, insert dogwoods and drink chrysanthemum wine in twos and threes. I thought of my parents and relatives. At this moment, they must have climbed the mountain and watched, but they are far away from home. Street vendors selling dogwood, calling hometown dialect, broke my heart even more.

I wrote a poem with tears in my eyes: when I was on vacation in the mountains, I thought of my brothers in Shandong who were in a foreign land, and I missed my relatives every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Ten "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" was rewritten into the third grade of composition.

This morning, I was awakened by firecrackers. Go out and have a look, everyone is very happy. Some people lit firecrackers, some people were playing and some families were getting together. I patted my forehead. Ah, today is the Double Ninth Festival!

However, a trace of sadness came to my mind. Because I am just a stranger living alone in a foreign country, I can't spend this important and happy festival with my family today.

Even so, it reminds me of the happy scene at home: my brothers went hiking with dogwood on their heads, talking and laughing. When I get home, there will be a rich reunion dinner and delicious chrysanthemum wine for my brothers to eat. My mother will say, "When I grow up, everything will be useful, anything will do!" " Come on, eat more, you can live up to my expectations of you! "If I were here, I would be very happy and happy!

Unfortunately, at this time, I am far away from home, how can I not make people sad!

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