Jiang Nanchun rewrote his composition by 700 words.

1. Rewrite Jiang Nanchun into narrative speed ~ ~ ~ I sat by the river, holding a tree in one hand and a gazebo in the other, looking into the distance. The vast south of the Yangtze River shows me beautiful scenery. My eyes gradually moved to the distance in the gentle chirping of the baby. Behind the small stone bridge are willows dancing in the wind. The shadow of the willow tree is projected on the clear stream, like a girl in a green skirt dancing in the wind. Under the willow, there are clusters of flowers. Bright flowers are red, adding a red necklace to the earth. In the forest farm by the water, a beautiful girl went to the river to wash clothes with a wooden basin. Long and white hands kept shaking, and the water supply was put on a silver-white jade chain. In the wall of the mountain, there are wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere, which seems to be warmly welcoming guests.

There are temples full of cigarettes everywhere. Listen carefully, there are bursts of voices coming. The thin rain and the curling smoke blend together, reflecting thousands of pavilions and pavilions in Qian Qian, looming, casting a faint veil over the south of the Yangtze River. High and low pavilions are hazy and mysterious in the misty rain

Oh, what a beautiful Jiangnan! I look back. Your Majesty, why do you want to build so many Buddhist temples? Don't just seek pleasure, but run the country more. The Buddha will only bless a peaceful and hardworking country.

2. Rewrite "Jiang Nanchun" into the short story information name "Jiang Nanchun-Mirror Heart" painted by Jiang Nanchun painter Song Wenzhi in the late Tang Dynasty. The genre category of Du Mu's seven-character quatrains: Jiang Nanchun's quatrains are thousands of miles green, and the water town is full of wine flags.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. In the poem, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, singing and dancing, pink and dark green, full of spring. In villages near water and battlements near mountains, there are wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere.

There used to be deep temples filled with smoke, but now pavilions stand in the hazy rain curtain. Note 1, Guo: Outer City.

Wine flag: wine curtain, a sign hung high outside the hotel. 2. Guo Shan: A city wall built on the mountain.

3. Southern Dynasties: The Song, Qi, Liang and Chen Dynasties, whose capital was built in Jiankang (now Nanjing) after the Eastern Jin Dynasty, were collectively referred to as the Southern Dynasties. The rulers at that time were all good at Buddhism and built a large number of temples.

4. Four hundred and eighty temples: emperors and bureaucrats of the Southern Dynasties built Buddhist temples in Beijing (now Nanjing). According to the biography of Guo Zushen, the official history of South China, there are more than 500 Buddhist temples.

The 480 temples mentioned here are approximate figures. 5. Loutai: refers to the appreciation of temple works. This is a poem describing the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Bai Juyi painted gorgeous paintings, but that's only macroscopic, while Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" is relatively specific, which seems to make people more impressed by seeing several scenic spots. Du Mu not only depicts the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but also reproduces the misty balcony scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, making the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River more magical and confusing.

"Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and red, and the water town is full of fruit wine flags." First of all, the poet described the colorful world in Jiangnan. There are songs and dances everywhere, green trees and red flowers everywhere; Dishui Village, battlements surrounded by mountains, especially wine flags fluttering in the wind.

The interpretation of A Thousand Miles is to write about the whole south of the Yangtze River, but the whole is expressed through concrete images. "Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties were covered with misty rain." There are also temples, which are an important part of the transition to the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River and have a sense of vicissitudes. Many Buddhist buildings left over from the Southern Dynasties are looming in the spring breeze and spring rain, adding confusing beauty.

The poet here is not talking about "480 temples facing north", but "480 temples facing south", which obviously has different meanings. The rulers of the Southern Dynasties lost their lives for Buddhism, wasted people's money and built a large number of temples. "Southern History Guo Ancestral Family" said: "When the emperor understands Buddhist scriptures, he will change his customs. Therefore, the ancestors said that they all went to more than 500 Buddhist temples, which were extremely magnificent, with more than 100 thousand monks and nuns. The assets are rich, and there are no words in the county. "

On this basis, Mutu said that there are obviously fewer "480 temples". Today, the "480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties" has become a historical relic and an integral part of the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

There is no lack of irony in aesthetics, and the connotation of poetry is richer. The four sentences in this poem are all scenic words, each with its own characteristics.

There are sounds and colors, space expansion and time tracking. In just 28 words, the poet painted a vivid and verve picture of spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in very popular language.

This song "Jiangnan Spring" has enjoyed a high reputation for thousands of years. These four poems not only describe the richness of spring scenery in Jiangnan, but also describe its vastness, profundity and confusion.

"Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags." The beginning of the poem, like a fast-moving focal plane, swept across the southern land: the vast south of the Yangtze River, orioles singing, green trees reflecting clusters of red flowers; Villages by the water, battlements by the mountain, and wine flags fluttering in the wind are all in sight.

In addition to the richness of the scenery, I am afraid it is different from some garden attractions, confined to a corner, but because it is spread over a large area of land. Therefore, if there is no word "a thousand miles" at the beginning, these two sentences will be weak.

However, Yang Shen in Ming Dynasty said in Poems of Sheng 'an Temple: "Who can listen thousands of miles away? "Thousands of miles of green, who can see? If you travel ten miles, you will see green and red scenery, village Guo, balcony, monk temple and wine flag. " For this kind of opinion, He Huan Wen once refuted it in Textual Research on Poems of Past Dynasties: "Even if you make ten miles, you may not be able to hear it.

The title cloud "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River" shows that Wan Li in the south of the Yangtze River is vast, and among the Wan Li, birds are singing and reflecting the green. There are no wine flags everywhere in Shuicun Mountain, and most of the towers of the 480 Hall are in the misty rain. This poem has a wide meaning, so it is not allowed to refer to one place, so it is called "Jiang Nanchun" ... "What he said by Huan Wen is right, which is for the needs of typical literary generalization.

The same applies to the last two sentences. "Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy."

From the first two sentences, it should be a sunny scene with singing and dancing, red and green setting each other off and wine flags fluttering, but these two sentences are clearly written in misty rain, which is completely understandable, because the wind and rain are different everywhere within a thousand miles. But what needs to be seen is that the poet grasped the characteristics of Jiangnan scenery with typical techniques.

Jiangnan is characterized by beautiful mountains and rivers, bright flowers, intricate colors, rich levels and strong three-dimensional sense. While reducing thousands of miles to a scale, the poet focused on the colorful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in spring.

The first two sentences of the poem are red and green, mountains and rivers, villages and battlements, movements and sounds. But these are not rich enough, and they only depict the bright side of Jiangnan in spring.

So the poet added a wonderful stroke: "Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy." The resplendent and heavily built Buddhist temple has always given people a deep feeling, but now the poet deliberately lets it linger in the misty rain, adding a hazy and blurred color.

This kind of picture and color are in harmony with the beautiful scenery of "thousands of miles of warblers singing green and reflecting red, and the wind of national wine flags in water towns and mountains", which makes this picture of Jiangnan Spring more colorful. The word "Southern Dynasties" adds a distant historical color to this picture.

"480" is a saying that the Tang people emphasize quantity. The poet first emphasized that there was more than one magnificent Buddhist temple, and then sang with the sigh that "misty rain is coming", which is particularly reverie.

This poem shows the poet's praise and yearning for the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. But some researchers mentioned.

3. Rewrite "Jiangnan Spring" into a short essay, which is in March of spring and has been in Jiangnan for a long time. Plants withered for a winter, endured a winter struggle, struggled for a winter, saved a winter, smelled the breath of spring, broke the bondage, and showed their infinite energy. Therefore, the germination of germination, the extraction of leaves and the competition of flowers interpret the vigorous spring in the south of the Yangtze River. The sunshine is moved by it, and it gently spreads enthusiasm; Ti Ying was dyed green by it, chattering noisily; Even the laziest people are dragged into the wild by it. The breeze occasionally swept the wind chimes under the eaves, and a string of wind worries leaked out. Gentleman-like swallows are busy holding soft mud and building their own happiness. However, Jiangnan in the rain is the most accurate Jiangnan. Suddenly it began to rain, as hazy as fog, as fine as the stitches of mother's shoes and as warm as mother's smile. In this way, it quietly caged the mountain villages and distant mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, making the vision hazy into a simple landscape painting. Farmers wear hats and hemp fiber, shouting at cows, writing fairy tales in autumn back and forth, and waves of mud stirring farmers' expectations. Silk rain is like a curtain, and farmers are the protagonists in front of them. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always as long as the wool in the lover's hand. A little bigger. Ripple is like an ancient musical instrument. Raindrops gently touch it, playing a classical song of Jiangnan Spring Day, winding our hearts, so that we can enjoy Jiangnan Spring Day every moment. Look, in an antique corner, a red umbrella flashed by, and then slowly drifted away. In a distant corner, it suddenly turned a corner and disappeared. Another little boy, walking in a wet alley, crossed the alley cunningly. Perhaps, he was scolded by his dear mother. In this rainy lane, people meet unexpectedly, and then go their separate ways, leaving only a thousand years of sighs and heartbeats. How many melancholy memories are stuck by the water drops in front of the eaves and stored in a hole on the bluestone board. It's been raining for a long time, and it's getting bigger, and there is a feeling of carefree dripping. The ridge is muddy. Farmers have long gone home to rest, and now they are leisurely spitting smoke rings. But children are restless. Look, is that child's foot stuck in the mud? He just put his shoes in his hand and stepped on the muddy road like dough with excitement. Hey, how did the mud escape from his feet like a loach? This is a wonderful discovery. Then I left a string of crisp smiles and went home. Jiangnan, finally drunk in the rain, flashing dim lights, can't tell the boundary between heaven and earth outside the house. Then autumn, and then lingering with the rain all night in the dream. ...

I didn't write it! ! Hee hee hee! ! !

4. Jiang Nanchun (rewriting Du Mu's poem) composition I rode a donkey alone, climbing mountains and wading, which was difficult and dangerous.

Finally came to the vast Jiangnan. Ah, Jiangnan is so beautiful! Orioles are singing everywhere, and the branches of willows are sprouting and emitting light green.

Beautiful scenery, birds and flowers. In the field, farmers are transplanting rice seedlings in the field; On the lake, every boat is staggering forward, and fishermen are casting nets to fish; The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with people coming and going and heavy traffic. Restaurants and merchants on both sides of the street come and go, and all kinds of wine flags flutter gently in the spring breeze.

Climbing high and overlooking, there are countless large and small temples in the distance, and the momentum is very huge. Rain flows like a layer of light smoke in the spring breeze, and countless terraces are silent in this misty rain.

As if washed away the dust. I relaxed again, forgot all my troubles, and let myself walk into this beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

5. Jiang Nanchun's ancient poems were rewritten into compositions. Spring is a season full of precious memories, full of warm sunshine, and full of the breath of spring everywhere.

Spring is a fantasy universe and a paradise for poetry! Miss Chun came in a spring car, bringing with her a fairy wand that can revive the earth and a cloud doll that can add color to the sky! Spring girl flies everywhere and brings fragrance: the grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is blue ... Spring girl said to the cloud dolls, "I want to test you. Now I am in Jiangnan to see who can skillfully tell the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. If it is the best, I will reward it! " "Cloud doll happily agreed. Yun Xiaomei said, "Would you please listen to us? "Everyone agreed.

So they vividly said, "In spring in the south of the Yangtze River, birds are singing everywhere, leaves are green, flowers are red, and villages by the water and battlements at the foot of the mountain are faintly visible." "Cloud doll began to climb the mountain, just then it began to rain in Mao Mao.

This light rain, like cow hair, did not affect their climbing at all, but added interest to their play. Climbing to the top of the mountain, looking from afar, Jiangnan is like a silky Chinese painting, pointing to the intoxicating beauty of Jiangnan. Brother Yun couldn't help but sigh: "There are more than 480 temples left over from the Southern Dynasties. How many terraces are shrouded in clouds and rain?" "

This is really: thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

6. Rewrite Jiangnan Spring into a 400-word essay 1. Jiangnan is now a beautiful spring scenery.

Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is no better than spring in the north. In the spring here, birds and flowers are everywhere, and there are songs and laughter everywhere.

The golden vegetables in the farmland are in full bloom, thousands of miles away. Apples on the roadside are blooming, snow blue and very rich; Plum blossoms are also in bloom, and small white flowers are attached to the branches and become bouquets; Peach blossoms are pink, like a little girl's little face ... A pair of orioles fly by in the distance and sing all the way.

And the green grass has spread from our feet to the sky, dyeing the clouds in the sky green. We got off the boat and came to the foot of a temple along a path.

The temple is on a high mountain. We walked slowly up the steep, winding and narrow stone road.

I can't see any scenery at the foot of the mountain, but it is covered with thick and tall trees. Bypassing these trees, a big house appeared in front of us. There are two huge stone statues in front of the house, which are probably the legendary Kirin. Much like a lion.

Walking in, there are two tall and mighty statues on both sides. I think that's King Kong. They are a dignified person with different weapons in their hands. Walking in again, there is a big Buddha in front, which is Guanyin with a thousand hands.

She has many magic weapons that are said to be very powerful. Of course, Guanyin's favorite porcelain bottle is indispensable, and the porcelain bottle also has several green wickers. It's just that the idol of Guanyin has become very useless.

Several other halls are about to collapse. There is a sadness in our hearts.

Out of the Thousand Hands Guanyin Temple, we came to the highest peak of this temple. Just then, it began to rain lightly.

Misty rain enveloped the whole temple and the whole mountain in the wind and rain. I feel the whole temple shivering in the wind and rain.

Looking at the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River from a distance, it is also foggy. In places we can't see, I think there should be many temples that are both southern dynasties swaying in the wind and rain. Their glory days are long gone.

Down from the mountain, I went back to the boat and wrote a poem called "Jiangnan Spring": Ti Ying is green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

After writing this poem, I sighed a long time, and our ship set off slowly again ... finally, spring came in the north. Occasionally holding a roll of Tang poetry, wandering quietly on the campus path is actually to find a reason to enjoy this rare spring scenery.

Absent-minded browsing, suddenly, a familiar sentence jumped into my eyes: at sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Why don't you remember Jiangnan? How can Jiangnan, who gave birth to me and raised me, not remember? March is already spring, and Jiangnan has grown. Plants withered for a winter, endured a winter struggle, struggled for a winter, saved a winter, smelled the breath of spring, broke the bondage, and showed their infinite energy.

Therefore, the germination of germination, the extraction of leaves and the competition of flowers interpret the vigorous spring in the south of the Yangtze River. The sunshine is moved by it, and it gently spreads enthusiasm; Ti Ying was dyed green by it, chattering noisily; Even the laziest people are dragged into the wild by it.

The breeze occasionally swept the wind chimes under the eaves, and a string of wind worries leaked out. Gentleman-like swallows are busy holding soft mud and building their own happiness.

However, Jiangnan in the rain is the most accurate Jiangnan. Suddenly it began to rain, as hazy as fog, as fine as the stitches of mother's shoes and as warm as mother's smile.

In this way, it quietly caged the mountain villages and distant mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, making the vision hazy into a simple landscape painting. Farmers wear hats and hemp fiber, shouting at cows, writing fairy tales in autumn back and forth, and waves of mud stirring farmers' expectations.

Silk rain is like a curtain, and farmers are the protagonists in front of them. The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always as long as the wool in the lover's hand.

A little bigger. Ripple is like an ancient musical instrument. Raindrops gently touch it, playing a classical song of Jiangnan Spring Day, winding our hearts, so that we can enjoy Jiangnan Spring Day every moment.

Look, in an antique corner, a red umbrella flashed by, and then slowly drifted away. In a distant corner, it suddenly turned a corner and disappeared. Another little boy, walking in a wet alley, crossed the alley cunningly. Perhaps, he was scolded by his dear mother.

In this rainy lane, people meet unexpectedly, and then go their separate ways, leaving only a thousand years of sighs and heartbeats. How many melancholy memories are stuck by the water drops in front of the eaves and stored in a hole on the bluestone board.

It's been raining for a long time, and it's getting bigger, and there is a feeling of carefree dripping. The ridge is muddy.

Farmers have long gone home to rest, and now they are leisurely spitting smoke rings. But children are restless.

Look, is that child's foot stuck in the mud? He just put his shoes in his hand and stepped on the muddy road like dough with excitement. Hey, how did the mud escape from his feet like a loach? This is a wonderful discovery. Then I left a string of crisp smiles and went home.

Jiangnan, finally drunk in the rain, flashing dim lights, can't tell the boundary between heaven and earth outside the house. Then, as soon as I fell down, I had a lingering night with the rain in my dream.

7. Change Jiangnan Spring into a modern one. Spring is a season full of precious memories, and everywhere is full of warm sunshine and spring.

Spring is a fantasy universe and a paradise for poetry! Miss Chun came in a spring car, bringing with her a fairy wand that can revive the earth and a cloud doll that can add color to the sky! Spring girl flies everywhere and brings fragrance: the grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is blue ... Spring girl said to the cloud dolls, "I want to test you. Now I am in Jiangnan to see who can skillfully tell the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. If it is the best, I will reward it! " "Cloud doll happily agreed. Yun Xiaomei said, "Would you please listen to us? "Everyone agreed.

So they vividly said, "In spring in the south of the Yangtze River, birds are singing everywhere, leaves are green, flowers are red, and villages by the water and battlements at the foot of the mountain are faintly visible." "Cloud doll began to climb the mountain, just then it began to rain in Mao Mao.

This light rain, like cow hair, did not affect their climbing at all, but added interest to their play. Climbing to the top of the mountain, looking from afar, Jiangnan is like a silky Chinese painting, pointing to the intoxicating beauty of Jiangnan. Brother Yun couldn't help but sigh: "There are more than 480 temples left over from the Southern Dynasties. How many terraces are shrouded in clouds and rain?" "

This is really: thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of wine flags. In the 480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties, it was March in the misty rain on the balcony, and flowers had grown in the south of the Yangtze River.

Plants withered for a winter, endured a winter struggle, struggled for a winter, saved a winter, smelled the breath of spring, broke the bondage, and showed their infinite energy. Therefore, the germination of germination, the extraction of leaves and the competition of flowers interpret the vigorous spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

The sunshine is moved by it, and it gently spreads enthusiasm; Ti Ying was dyed green by it, chattering noisily; Even the laziest people are dragged into the wild by it. The breeze occasionally swept the wind chimes under the eaves, and a string of wind worries leaked out.

Gentleman-like swallows are busy holding soft mud and building their own happiness. However, Jiangnan in the rain is the most accurate Jiangnan.

Suddenly it began to rain, as hazy as fog, as fine as the stitches of mother's shoes and as warm as mother's smile. In this way, it quietly caged the mountain villages and distant mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, making the vision hazy into a simple landscape painting.

Farmers wear hats and hemp fiber, shouting at cows, writing fairy tales in autumn back and forth, and waves of mud stirring farmers' expectations. Silk rain is like a curtain, and farmers are the protagonists in front of them.

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is always as long as the wool in the lover's hand. A little bigger.

Ripple is like an ancient musical instrument. Raindrops gently touch it, playing a classical song of Jiangnan Spring Day, winding our hearts, so that we can enjoy Jiangnan Spring Day every moment. Look, in an antique corner, a red umbrella flashed by, and then slowly drifted away. In a distant corner, it suddenly turned a corner and disappeared.

Another little boy, walking in a wet alley, crossed the alley cunningly. Perhaps, he was scolded by his dear mother. In this rainy lane, people meet unexpectedly, and then go their separate ways, leaving only a thousand years of sighs and heartbeats.

How many melancholy memories are stuck by the water drops in front of the eaves and stored in a hole on the bluestone board. It's been raining for a long time, and it's getting bigger, and there is a feeling of carefree dripping.

The ridge is muddy. Farmers have long gone home to rest, and now they are leisurely spitting smoke rings.

But children are restless. Look, is that child's foot stuck in the mud? He just put his shoes in his hand and stepped on the muddy road like dough with excitement. Hey, how did the mud escape from his feet like a loach? This is a wonderful discovery.

Then I left a string of crisp smiles and went home. Jiangnan, finally drunk in the rain, flashing dim lights, can't tell the boundary between heaven and earth outside the house.

Then I fell down, and the rain lingered in my dream all night ... I sat by the river, holding the tree in one hand and the gazebo in the other, looking into the distance. The vast south of the Yangtze River shows me beautiful scenery.

My eyes gradually moved to the distance in the gentle chirping of the baby. Behind the small stone bridge are willows dancing in the wind.

The shadow of the willow tree is projected on the clear stream, like a girl in a green skirt dancing in the wind. Under the willow, there are clusters of flowers.

Bright flowers are red, adding a red necklace to the earth. In the forest farm by the water, a beautiful girl went to the river to wash clothes with a wooden basin.

Long and white hands kept shaking, and the water supply was put on a silver-white jade chain. In the wall of the mountain, there are wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere, which seems to be warmly welcoming guests.

There are temples full of cigarettes everywhere. Listen carefully, there are bursts of voices coming. The thin rain and the curling smoke blend together, reflecting thousands of pavilions and pavilions in Qian Qian, looming, casting a faint veil over the south of the Yangtze River.

High and low pavilions are hazy and mysterious in the misty rain

8. Jiang Nanchun was adapted into prose. The vast south of the Yangtze River is full of singing and dancing, green trees and red flowers set each other off, and wine flags fly in the wind in the village near the water. The rulers of the Southern Dynasties believed in Buddhism and built 480 temples. Now, how many terraces are shrouded in this misty rain.

How charming and desirable Jiangnan is. The beautiful spring scenery, misty balcony scenery and mysterious scenery in the south of the Yangtze River are unique. Look at the world of flowers and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Birds and flowers are everywhere. Dishui village, battlements surrounded by mountains, especially the wine flags fluttering in the wind, are fascinating. Temples are an important part of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, which have been rubbed into vicissitudes of life. Many Buddhist buildings left over from the Southern Dynasties are looming in the spring breeze and spring rain, adding a confusing aesthetic feeling. What a vivid and verve picture of Jiangnan Spring.