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Rewrite the ancient poem "Shepherd Boy" into a short article

Shepherd Boy (rewritten) It is a sunny morning, with green land, warm sunshine, green willows, and red flowers, and everywhere is filled with spring colors.

When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.

On the eaves, a pair of birds were singing a beautiful song of spring with their clear and sweet voices like silver bells.

In the house, the poet Gao Ding, who had just been immersed in a sweet dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and realized that it was already broad daylight.

So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up.

The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated by the beautiful scene of spring flowers blooming in front of him.

He couldn't help but open his arms, close his eyes, and take a deep breath of the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he had merged into it.

At this moment, Gao Ding, facing such a beautiful spring scenery, immediately came up with the idea of ??sketching.

After some sorting, Gao Ding picked up his luggage and set off.

Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him.

The gentle breeze blowing on his face and the fragrant fragrance of flowers doubled his interest.

When he came to an open space not far from the river embankment, Gao Ding stopped.

"This is really a treasure place for painting!" He said excitedly to himself as he happily took out his tools and concentrated on painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.

The green grass grows lushly under the sunshine; groups of orioles chase and play happily in the sky.

The willows on the shore can't help but swing their soft branches and dance to the rhythm of spring.

At this time, a warm east wind blew in our face, bringing with it a burst of laughter and laughter, and a group of lively figures.

It turned out that the children learned to fly kites early today, and everyone unanimously decided to take advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

"Let's fly a kite!" Amid everyone's cheers, colorful kites flew into the blue sky one after another.

At this moment, the children are like spring elves, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze... Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of the unity of nature and man in front of him, and he couldn't help but become inspired by poetry. He picked up his pen and wrote on the painting - Cao Ding.

The long orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are blowing on the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke.

The children came back early from school and were busy flying paper kites in the east wind. 2010-03-13 13:42:17 Look! At a glance, there is a patch of green grass, as if it is spread on the ground! The wind blows gently, "rustling"

The sound spread everywhere.

listen!

The shepherd boy was playing the flute again, and the cheerful tunes teased the evening breeze, and slowly passed by.

When the sun showed half of its face in the morning, the shepherd boy took his flute and went up the mountain to herd the cows. He sat on the back of the cow, played the flute and hummed a tune.

Running happily on the grass, unrestrained and without any worries.

Until I got tired of playing, I just lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile on my lips.

After dinner, the sun had already set, and the bright moon climbed up.

The shepherd boy held the flute in his hand and walked happily to the haystack. He lay down without taking off his raincoat, listened to the unknown insects in the grass singing beautiful songs, and looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon brings images to mind.

Duo'er mo 2010-03-13 13:42:45 Shepherd Boy (rewritten) It is a sunny morning, with green space, warm sunshine, green willows, and red flowers, and everywhere is filled with spring colors.

When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.

On the eaves, a pair of birds were singing a beautiful song of spring with their clear and sweet voices like silver bells.

In the house, the poet Gao Ding, who had just been immersed in a sweet dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and realized that it was already broad daylight.

So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up.

The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated by the beautiful scene of spring flowers blooming in front of him.

He couldn't help but open his arms, close his eyes, and take a deep breath of the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he had merged into it.

At this moment, Gao Ding, faced with such a beautiful spring scenery, immediately came up with the idea of ??sketching.

After some sorting, Gao Ding packed up his luggage and set off.

Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him.

The soft breeze blowing on his face and the fragrant fragrance of flowers doubled his interest.

When he came to an open space not far from the river embankment, Gao Ding stopped.

"This is really a treasure place for painting!" He said excitedly to himself as he happily took out his tools and concentrated on painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.

The green grass grows lushly under the sunshine; groups of orioles chase and play happily in the sky.

The willows on the shore can't help but swing their soft branches and dance to the rhythm of spring.

At this time, a warm east wind blew in our face, bringing with it a burst of laughter and laughter, and a group of lively figures.

It turned out that the children learned to fly kites early today, and everyone unanimously decided to take advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

"Let's fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky one after another.

At this moment, the children are like spring elves, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze... Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of the unity of nature and man in front of him, and he couldn't help but become inspired by poetry. He picked up his pen and wrote on the painting - Cao Ding.

The long orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are blowing on the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke.