1. A 120-word essay about the beautiful scenery of autumn

Current location: Guangdong College Entrance Examination Network> Commonly Used Documents> Composition> Time: 2014-04-13 19:08 Autumn Thoughts---- --Dividing line---------------------------------- The first part of the 200-word composition of Autumn Thoughts: The autumn wind suddenly blows in Luoyang city, and the trees are The withered yellow leaves were flying in the sky. Zhang Ji, a poet in Luoyang, felt the coolness brought by the autumn wind. Seeing the desolate falling leaves, he couldn't help but think of his relatives living in his hometown, wondering how they were doing.

My mother broke her leg last time, and now I don’t know how to recover; my father’s rheumatoid arthritis has not recovered yet. Thinking about this, Zhang Ji was about to write a letter home to his parents in his hometown. But just as he was laying down paper and picking up a pen, there were thousands of endless things to say to his family, and he didn't know for a moment. Where to start.

Zhang Ji calmed down and finally started writing a letter home. He wanted to confide in his family that his life in Luoyang was a benefit to others, and he wanted to hide what happened to him in the officialdom in order not to worry his family.

A fellow countryman happened to come to visit, and Zhang Ji handed him the family letter, urging him to hand it over to his parents. A few days later, the fellow villager was about to return to his hometown. Zhang Ji ran to his old friend again, took out the letter from home, checked it again, then filled in a few sentences on his horse, and left.

The second article: Autumn Thoughts Autumn is here. I am living in Luoyang City, feeling the bursts of autumn wind, and watching the dead leaves flying in the sky carrying my thoughts back to my hometown. What a deep nostalgia! How can it be explained by the word "sorrow"? I miss my relatives in my hometown. Every plant and tree there is concerned about the heart of a wanderer, but I can't go back. When I pick up a pen, I can only write down my thousands of words on paper and send them to my family. , but what should I write? Even if I have thousands of words, how can I express my feelings clearly? How can I send all my nostalgia in such a hurry? I miss my gray-haired parents. Do you have more white hair on your temples? Is the caring mother standing under the tree at the entrance of the village looking forward to her son's return? Can the autumn moon in my hometown still intoxicate me, an old friend wandering in a foreign land?

I miss the banyan tree beside the village. Is the naughty child still riding on the back of the cow, playing the same flute? The long setting sun penetrates the curling smoke, Can it also penetrate my homesick heart? The postman who sent the letter kept urging me, but how could I write all my nostalgia? I'd better open the letter and read it again, don't let my homesickness as a wanderer be forgotten in a foreign land. Chapter 3: Qiu Si I still remember the autumn when he first came. It was so cold that all my leaves fell off. Thinking about it now, I have been with him in Luoyang for four years.

Now it is autumn again. He stood in front of me, looking up at the geese flying in the sky, and sighed. He must be homesick. Back in the house, he studied ink and laid out paper, but when he picked up the pen, he didn't know where to start writing thousands of words.

I saw several pieces of letter paper being scribbled and altered by him. He didn't go to bed until three "dang dang dang" sounds came from outside. The next day, I found that he got up very early and came to my side, holding the letter tightly in his hand, waiting for the messenger to pick it up.

The messenger finally came. He carefully handed the letter to the messenger, "Can it really be delivered?" "No problem, don't worry, I'm leaving! Take care of yourself." The messenger mounted the horse.

"Wait a minute!" He stopped the messenger, "I, can I look at this letter again?" The messenger handed the letter to him, and he read it again and again, corrected it again and again. , then reluctantly handed the letter back to the messenger. The messenger mounted his horse and left without looking back. He watched the messenger go away and shed tears, one drop, two drops... Chapter 4: Autumn thoughts The autumn wind blew away the heat of summer and the dream of green leaves.

One leaf knows autumn, and fallen leaves are the forerunners of autumn. He tells us that the inevitable decline of the year also comes with the autumn wind. Therefore, people are afraid of autumn leaves and sentimental about autumn.

This is especially true for wanderers. When they see the cycle of seasons and the fallen leaves returning to their roots, but they are still away from home, a sense of loneliness arises spontaneously. He (Ma Zhiyuan) rode a skinny horse and embarked on his return journey.

The vast ancient plank road seems to never end. The sun has set, lazily leaning on the old trees beside the road, coating the autumn leaves with golden light, and wrapping around the old trees. The withered vines had lost the vitality of spring. When the autumn wind suddenly picked up, the fallen leaves were blown up and howled helplessly in the air. After circling for a few times, they fell straight down like a kite with a broken string. His face was full of weariness, and the thin horse was stagnant.

He looked up and saw the tired bird flapping its wings and drawing an arc in the blue crystal sky. People on the roadside started cooking, wisps of smoke drifted from the roof, and the water flowed under the bridge. It flowed quietly, and he felt that the coolness was getting stronger... The ancient road was still the same, the skinny horse was still the same, the old trees were still the same, the withered vines were still the same, the tired birds were still the same, the flowing water was still the same... The wanderer still stepped on it The return journey. Chapter Five: Autumn Thoughts In Luoyang City, the bleak autumn wind blew again, and the leaves withered.

Zhang Ji, who was living here, saw this scene and couldn't help but want to write a letter to his family.

Yes, it’s been a long time since I wrote home.

At this time, he really wanted to go home and see his dear family. As he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel sad.

He picked up the pen and started writing. At this time, thousands of words came to his mind, and he could write about his longing for his relatives for three days and three nights.

However, there were so many things he wanted to express that he didn’t know where to start. He thought about it and started writing. At this time, the messenger began to urge Zhang Ji to write faster, and Zhang Ji immediately replied: "Okay, okay."

Then he hurriedly put away the pen. As he prepared to put it in the envelope, he kept thinking: In a hurry.

Did you forget to write something? When I sent it to the sender, I racked my brains and thought about it, but it seemed that I didn't write anything less. But he was still worried.

At this time, the person who sent the letter was about to leave. He hurriedly asked for a reply, opened the sealed letter, looked at it, and made sure that there was nothing missing. People who believe. The messenger walked away, and he sighed and muttered: "It must be delivered to the hands of relatives as soon as possible!" At this moment, how much he missed his hometown! Chapter Six: Autumn Thoughts All things will wake up in this season.

Autumn is a sad but joyful season, a season that is also full of vitality, and a lovely season. Yangliu seemed to be telling some sad past events, and they shed tears one by one. 2. How to write a 200-word essay on ancient poetry about autumn thoughts

Pure Sand. Autumn Thoughts

Ma Zhiyuan (Yuan Dynasty)

Withered Vine and Old Tree and Dusky Crow

Small Bridges and Flowing Waters and Houses

The Ancient Road with the West Wind and the Slender Horse

The Sunset in the West

The Heartbroken Man at the End of the World

Adapted

< p> One autumn evening, on the desolate ancient road, the west wind blew strongly, and the fallen leaves were flying; beside the road, on the old trees entangled with dead vines, crows had returned to their nests, calling from time to time; not far away, in In the sparse cottages near the small bridge and flowing water, people are preparing dinner, and there is a wisp of smoke. At this time, a man led a thin horse and walked slowly on the ancient road alone. It seems that this is a stranger. Where will he stay? After making such foreshadowing, the author vividly revealed the theme of the work: the stranger glanced at the setting sun and couldn't help but sigh: "The heartbroken people are at the end of the world."

At dusk On an old tree entangled with dead vines sat a crow returning to its nest at dusk. Flying sand swept through the town. A figure appeared at the end of the ancient road in the town, leading a thin horse that was hungry and overworked. No, that shouldn't be said. It should be said that the thin horse is holding him. He was forced to wander outside due to family constraints. His eyes had long lost their former light, replaced by confusion and hesitation. The river sparkled in the setting sun, and the huts of several families were small but extremely cozy. At this time, he thought of that home, that big mansion; he thought of the delicious food, the table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas; and he thought of his mother... When he thought of his mother, long-lost tears streaked down 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 down on the other side of the bridge; he was sleepy and wanted to sleep for a while, but only for a short while. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, so calm and peaceful, 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... 3. A short story about Qiu Si, about 120 words, urgent

Rewriting the story of "Autumn Thoughts"

The leaves turned yellow and were ruthlessly blown away by the howling autumn wind. Zhang Ji, a poet living in Luoyang City, saw this desolate scene and couldn't help but think of his hometown.

He wanted to write a letter to his family. Just when I was about to put pen to paper, I felt a thousand sorrows welling up in my heart. Being far away from my homeland, there are so many things I want to say and write about! He has lived alone for a long time and has so much to say. Let’s take this opportunity to write out everything he wants to say! The poet thought about it again and again, and finally put pen to paper, telling the story of what happened after parting with his family and what was in his heart.

The letter was finally written, but the poet's mood could not be calm for a long time. He carefully sealed the envelope and told the messenger to deliver the letter intact to his family. But when the messenger was about to leave, the poet opened the envelope again and read it carefully several times, for fear of missing a word.

The messenger was finally on his way, 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". 4. Write "Autumn Thoughts" as a composition, 150 words

Autumn is here, the leaves are turning yellow, the grass is withering, and the cool autumn wind is blowing. On this day, Zhang Ji went out for a walk and saw all this. He knew that autumn had come to Luoyang City with her light steps, calling people who went out to work to go home and have a look.

A feeling of homesickness and a desire to go home welled up in Zhang Ji's heart. However, he was too busy and didn't know when he would be able to go home, so he planned to turn this longing into a letter home and send it to his parents at home. There were so many things that Zhang Ji wanted to say to his parents, and it seemed that he couldn't finish them in three days and three nights.

Looking at the longing for his hometown revealed in his excited eyes, it seems that the vast universe can never be finished or explained. Looking at his trembling hand holding the pen, you know that he means many things. But when I picked up the pen, I felt like I couldn’t put down the words.

The person who helped Zhang Ji to carry the letter would set off tomorrow. Zhang Ji wrote the letter all night long, revising it while sighing, regretting that he could not say hello to his parents in person. I am afraid that writing in such a hurry will not be able to fully express my strong longing for my hometown and my strong longing for my parents. Just writing and revising like this, I finally finished the letter.

The next day, early in the morning, the messenger was about to set off. Zhang Ji handed the written letter home to the messenger and watched him turn away. Looking at his back, his eyes suddenly lit up and he remembered something again. He shouted "Wait a minute, wait a minute". He took big strides to catch up with the sender and asked for the letter back. He quickly tore open the envelope, took out the letter, and filled in the words about homesickness that he had just remembered, for fear of leaving something behind and forgetting to say...

Zhang Ji homesickness The strong mood is really touching. 5. Autumn Thoughts Composition (100 words

Title: Autumn Wind, Autumn Rain and Autumn Harshness

The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City in the dusty world. .

Time flies, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching in a blink of an eye. The leaves are turning yellow and falling one after another. In Luoyang City, the cold wind makes people feel that the world is extremely desolate, and Zhang Ji can't help but feel sad. , he misses his hometown, misses those villagers and elders...

Zhang Jixiang wanted to visit his relatives and friends in person, and also returned to his hometown to visit his parents. Unfortunately, he met a man who was about to return and needed to be an official, so he didn't. In the depressed season, I happened to meet a fellow villager who was about to return to his hometown. I decided to write a letter home and asked the fellow villager to deliver the letter to his parents as a token of filial piety. The letter contained a sweet blessing: "May my parents have a long life." "Binan Mountain is as blessed as the East Sea." He just said too many things to his folks and family. What if this was the last time he contacted his relatives? What if this letter didn't express what he wanted to express clearly? What to do? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart was so complicated and contradictory.

Whenever the messenger was about to leave, he would open the envelope for fear of writing something unpleasant. The incident made his parents worried about him, and he was also worried about whether he would write less. Sometimes he would not even notice the mistake and would not send the letter away, although every time this happened, the bright eyes of the sender would seem dim. But he also understood the poet Zhang Ji's mood at that moment.

Zhang Ji glanced at the letter with sharp eyes over and over again, and his furrowed brows just reflected his mindless mood. How much he wanted to return to his hometown at this time!

Looking at the blue sky, Zhang Ji wanted to sing and shout out his wishes... 6. Qiu Si, how to write an ancient poem composition

Poet Zhang Ji had been away from his hometown for a long time. On this day, he saw the autumn wind blowing in Luoyang City, and the fallen leaves slowly drifted down from the trees, and everything was desolate. Seeing this desolate scene, Zhang Ji couldn't help but think of his gray-haired mother in his hometown. , I thought of my wife and children whom I had not seen for several years, and the autumn scene in my hometown, and I couldn't help but want to write a letter to my family, but I felt so sad that I was far away from my hometown, and there was so much I wanted to say. , there are so many things I want to write about! Unfortunately, the paper is short but the love is long, and I don’t know where to start for a while. After thinking hard, I finally picked up the pen and poured out all my longings in this letter. While writing, he sighed with emotion, writing and rewriting, rewriting and rewriting. After a night of deliberation, he finally finished writing this letter to his family. Early the next morning, Zhang Ji took the letter from home and hurried to find his friend who was about to return to his hometown and asked him to help him carry the message home. When he passed under the big tree, he happened to meet his friend who was about to set off, so he quickly handed the letter to his friend. Suddenly, he asked for a reply letter from his friend, opened the sealed letter and looked at it. I was afraid that I might miss something in the letter, so I checked it over and over again. Finally, after sealing the opened envelope, I solemnly handed the letter to the friend who sent it. I was warned and told to deliver the letter. It can be said that "a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan"! The friend took the letter, packed it carefully, got on his horse, and "drove" his friend away with a whip. Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky. My heart is both happy and sad. The good thing is that my mother can see my letter; the sad thing is that I don’t know when I can return to my hometown.

The autumn wind is blowing in the city of Luoyang, and the desire to write is full of inspiration.

I am afraid that I can’t explain it in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and the leaves on the tree in front of the window floated gently into my bedroom. Look at the veins on it that have turned yellow. Alas, it’s already autumn... The wind is so cold. I wonder how it is back home? Since I drove to Luoyang that day, I have never seen my parents, wife, children, or my dear hometown, Wu County! It’s autumn now for you, right? Oh, the sound of the messenger's hoofbeats came to my ears from a long way away. It's great. I've been looking forward to you for a long time! It seems it’s time to put pen to paper.

Ah, my relatives, my best friends! I have so much to say, where should I start? How are you all? Don't catch a cold, it's time to put on more clothes when going out! Has your son eaten more recently? Tell him not to wear out the pair of small tiger-head shoes made by his wife. They will keep him warm in winter.

I miss you so much! Everything is fine with me, but I am too lonely... Before I knew it, the messenger had arrived: "Sir, do you want to deliver the letter?" "Hey, please wait a moment..." Let me take a look, it seems that everything is written. With tears in my eyes, I handed him the sealed letter tremblingly. When he was about to mount his horse, I stopped him again, opened the letter, and read it again carefully. Alas, I haven’t finished what I’m saying, so be it! Watching the messenger go away with my thoughts for my whole family, I couldn't help but burst into tears. 7. Rewrite

The autumn wind rustles, the leaves turn yellow and fall with the autumn wind. In Luoyang City, the cold wind blows, making people feel the desolate scene of autumn.

One night, Zhang Ji came to the window. A bright moon cast a faint fluorescent light. Looking at his hometown in the distance, he felt a sense of homesickness in his heart. He picked up the fallen things in front of the window. Looking at a fallen leaf carefully, his thoughts drifted to his hometown far away with the fallen leaves. He couldn't help but miss his parents and relatives in his hometown...

Zhang Ji was born in poverty and his family was poor. He studied hard since he was a child. He left his hometown when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and experienced a life of wandering in a foreign land when he was twenty-five or six years old. For more than ten years, although he lived in a different place and had no relatives, he felt very lonely and isolated from time to time, but he never missed his hometown or his relatives.

He was sitting at the table, laying out paper and polishing ink. He was about to write a letter to his parents at home. He picked up the pen and didn't know where to start. Suddenly, his mind came to the meeting with his parents when he was a child. The happy times of his life, the happy scenes of playing with his younger brothers and sisters, the scene of parting with his parents... Thinking about it, he couldn't help but burst into tears. For a while, the emotions in his heart gush out like spring water, draining away all his longings. His feelings were poured out in his pen and placed in this letter to his family. He sighed while writing, rewriting and rewriting, rewriting and rewriting, and finally finished it. He took the envelope and placed it neatly on the table. It was almost three o'clock before he turned off the lights and went to bed. He tossed and turned and found it difficult to fall asleep.

The next morning, Zhang Ji took the letter from home and hurried to find his friend, asking him to help him carry the message home. When he passed under the big tree, it happened that the friend was about to return home, so he quickly handed the letter to his friend. Suddenly, he asked for a reply letter from a friend. He was afraid that he might miss something in the letter, so he checked it several times. After sealing the opened envelope, he solemnly handed the letter to his friend, with a thousand warnings and instructions. It can be said that "a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan"!

The friend took the letter, packed it carefully, got on the horse, and "drove---" the friend raised his whip, and stood there for a long time, with tears in his eyes, and a gust of autumn wind blew by. , blowing away his tears. 8. Rewrite "Autumn Thoughts" into a short story, no less than 120 words

The poet Zhang Ji left his hometown and came to Luoyang City full of travel.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn girl comes to the world, and the leaves wither and turn yellow, all fall down one after another. The cold wind made people feel extremely desolate and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help but think about his hometown. He missed his hometown, elders, relatives and friends.

Zhang Ji wanted to visit his family and stay in his hometown, but there was no other way. He could only wish his relatives by writing letters home: I wish my parents "live as long as the Southern Mountains and be as blessed as the East Sea." It was a pity to say this to his fellow villagers and family members. There are too many things going on. What if this is the last time he contacts his relatives? What if this letter doesn’t make what you want to express clear? What to do? At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart was so complicated and contradictory.

Whenever the messenger is about to leave, he has to open the envelope, lest he writes something unpleasant that will make his parents worry about him, and he is also worried that he will write less. Sometimes he even refuses to send the letter away without discovering the error. Although every time this happened, the bright eyes of the messenger would be eclipsed, but he also understood the mood of the poet Zhang Ji at that moment.

In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter with sharp eyes over and over again, which led to the poem "The fear of recovery can't be explained in a hurry, and the traveler opens it again before leaving", which describes the contradictory and complex psychology. . 9. Qiu Si’s composition of 200 words

Homesickness is a kind of longing for the hometown and dependence on the hometown; A sort of. . . .

Zhang Ji, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, lived in Luoyang for a long time. He was separated from his family and lacked communication, so this touching scene happened.

Autumn is coming, the air is crisp, and it is the harvest season. Old Man Qiu dusted off the dead autumn leaves with a whisk, and the autumn leaves danced in the air piece by piece and fell to the feet of the mother at the root of the tree. Zhang Ji was thinking a lot, but he always felt that he had forgotten something important. An idea flashed to him: it was a letter from home! So he hurriedly opened the letter and wrote quickly.

A few hours later, a letter from home appeared in front of him, and the words were filled with deep longing for his family. He was worried about the distance between his hometown and Luoyang and no one could deliver the letter, so he was pacing back and forth in depression. At this time, the sound of kneeling horse hooves was heard in the distance. Zhang Ji stopped and stared, feeling ecstatic in his heart. He saw a passerby riding a tall horse, covered in dust. Zhang Ji hurriedly stepped forward and asked the pedestrian where he was going. The pedestrian hurriedly said that he was going to Zhang Ji's hometown. Zhang Ji hurriedly asked the passerby to deliver the letter on his behalf. He asked the hawker for an envelope, took out the letter from home, packed it, and glued it with some rice grains. envelope.

Just when everything was ready to hand over the letter to passers-by, he burst into tears when he saw the jade pendant he was wearing that his father had given him before leaving. Regardless of the passers-by's urging, he took out the letter paper and added a few words to his father on it. The body’s thoughts and reminders. The pedestrian said, "It's been half an hour and you haven't finished writing yet? I'm leaving!" Zhang Ji quickly sealed the envelope and handed it to the pedestrian.

Watching the passers-by's backs, Zhang Ji had mixed feelings and wrote a masterpiece in the literary world - "Autumn Thoughts". . . .

10. Rewrite the ancient poem "Qiu Si" into a composition

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Autumn is here, the leaves are falling one after another, and the whistling wind is a bit scratchy. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the flowers are gradually becoming rounder. The moon also made Zhang Ji melancholy: Yes, it has been 15 years since I left home. Are the parents at home in good health? Are the siblings living happily?

My hometown in Anhui is thousands of miles away from Luoyang, so it is not practical to go back. Boss Zhang next door and Zhang Ji are from the same hometown. Yesterday, he told Zhang Ji that he was going back to his hometown to buy goods. He stopped by to take a look and could help him. Bring some letters and other light things.

Zhang Ji was very happy when he heard the news. He immediately started to write a letter. But as soon as he wrote "Father, Mother, how are you?" I find that I don’t know where to start with a thousand words. Looking back on my hard work in Luoyang for the past 15 years, I am now just an ordinary civil servant with a low salary. I have neither fulfilled my filial piety by my parents nor contributed to the construction of the family. I feel somewhat sad in my heart. He felt guilty. His brothers and sisters also made him worried, especially his little sister. She was still a 3-year-old girl when Zhang Ji left. She should be a tall and graceful girl now. How much I want to see her! And the eldest brother, who stayed up until he was 25 to get married in order to study for his younger brother, must be the father of several children by now, right? And...

This letter took Zhang Ji a whole night, writing seven chapters in a eloquent manner. Then he folded it and sealed it. "Dudududu", it was Boss Zhang knocking on the door. "Brother. "Have you finished writing? My brother is leaving and I came here to see you. Is there anything you want to bring?"

Zhang Ji quickly took out the letter and handed it to Boss Zhang. Boss Zhang put the letter into his chest.

Zhang Ji suddenly called out: "Brother Zhang, please wait a little longer, I will read the letter again."

Zhang Ji will He opened the sealed letter, looked at it carefully, and added a few more strokes. Then he handed the letter to Boss Zhang: "Brother, please."

Boss Zhang put the letter into his chest again. wallet, said "Brother, I'm leaving", turned around and strode back to his hometown.

In the early morning mist, Zhang Ji watched Boss Zhang go away...