Write a poem into a 500-word story.

A short story of more than 500 words composed of the ancient poem Yi.

Hello, my friend, this ancient poem has 459 words, I hope it will satisfy you. Zhang Ji was born in poverty. When I was a child, my family was poor and far from my hometown. By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land. On a silent night, Zhang Ji finished his dinner and sat in the small yard enjoying the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the hidden earth. He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left. He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start. The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San. When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again. He added: you should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing these, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San, and Wang San rode away. Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.

Second, rewrite an ancient poem into a story of 500 to 700 words.

Quatrain

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets rose into the sky.

The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.

Grandpa Dong left slowly, and Teacher Chun came to us with a smile. Willow gives off green buds, and the little buds look at this wonderful world with curious eyes. The poet can't sit still in the room any longer. He looked out of the window and saw two lovely orioles standing on the tree, singing touching songs, and he was very happy for the arrival of Miss Chun.

A row of white-feathered egrets, neatly arranged, spread their big white wings and flashed vigorously, flying to the blue sky, white clouds and hometown.

Through the window, you can see that the opposite Xiling Mountain is covered with a thousand-year-old snow, as if to put a silver shirt on the peak. The scenery is like a Chinese painting embedded in a window frame. It's really spectacular and beautiful.

The poet pushed open the door, and on the pier in front of the door, all kinds of Wan Li ships from Soochow, large and small, were parked. These ships carry goods and give them away. People enjoy the picturesque scenery by boat. Everything looks so comfortable and peaceful.

Shepherd boy

Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! The wind is blowing gently, and the sound of "rustling" spreads everywhere.

Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.

In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.

After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.

Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh … so the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!

Qingpingle village residence (rewriting ancient poems) ..

In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut. Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight. A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river. There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down. White transparent powder,

Pink, like a shy girl with a veil. There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers.

There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time!

The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused. The youngest son, not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute!

What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated, just standing there, unwilling to leave for a long time …

Three ancient poems were adapted into a story composition of 500 words.

-Song Xin Qi Ji

Summer is a season full of vitality. You see: lush trees have opened handfuls of "sun umbrellas" for the earth, and flowers are competing to open and compete for beauty. Over a mountain, through several deep paths, I came to a remote and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. It is very quiet here. There was no sound except a few crows of chickens and dogs.

Next to the mountain village, there is a clear spring flowing down from the mountain. Sunlight shines on it, reflecting colorful brilliance, as beautiful and magical as a mirror in a fairy tale. There are also some green lotus leaves on the stream, protecting the delicate lotus flowers like messengers. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows and ripples like fish scales appear on the stream. Walking to the stream, I picked up a cool spring to wash my face, and suddenly felt refreshed.

On the other side of the stream, there is a low hut, and lotus leaves make a green "natural barrier" for this hut. In the hut, there is an elderly couple. They seem to have just finished drinking, slightly drunk, and their faces are red with smiles. They teased each other in Wu dialect. The voice is so gentle, the language is so kind and so happy! On the open space outside the hut, the green grass is shaded. Under a big tree next to the house, sat a teenager, the second son of the old couple, knitting a cage for the chicken. He made it up seriously. It's really unique. On the left of the second son lies a two-year-old urchin. He's not idle either. Look, he can tease the little fish for a while. Peel the lotus for a while, and the naughty and childish appearance is really loved by everyone. In a bean field on the east side of the stream, there is a young man in his twenties. He is the eldest son of the old couple, sweating profusely in the fields. The hot sun made him sweat, but he still worked hard. ...

Looking at this family living in Xanadu, the eldest son and the second son are hardworking and simple, and the younger son is naughty and lovely. What a happy farmhouse!

> Change the ancient poem Qiu Si into a short story, (500 words)'

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

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiu came to the world, and the leaves turned yellow and fell one after another. The cold wind bursts, making people feel extremely sad and sad. Zhang Ji couldn't help feeling his thoughts. He misses his hometown and those folks, relatives and friends.

Zhang Ji wants to see his family and stay in his hometown, but there is nothing he can do. He can only write a letter from home to bless his relatives: I wish my parents "a long life and happiness like the East China Sea". Unfortunately, there are too many things to say to the families of the villagers. What if this is his last contact with his relatives? If this letter doesn't make it clear, what do you want to express? then what At this moment, Zhang Ji's heart is so complicated and contradictory.

Whenever the messenger leaves, he opens the envelope for fear that he has written something unpleasant to make his parents worry about himself and whether he will write less. Sometimes even if he can't find the mistake, he refuses to post the letter. Although every time this happens, the bright eyes of the messenger will be eclipsed, but he also knows the mood of Zhang Ji's poet in an instant.

In this way, Zhang Ji scanned the letter repeatedly with sharp eyes, which produced a poem describing contradictions and complex psychology. "I can't talk about repeated fears in a hurry, and pedestrians are about to open it."

A poem by Wu was adapted into a story of about 500 words.

Original: Wang Dongting

Yuxi Liu Tang

The lake, the light and the moon know each other,

There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished.

Looking at Dongting,

Green snail in a silver plate.

Dongting Lake in the moonlight is very soft and harmonious. There is no ripple on the silver lake, and the calm lake reflects the autumn moon in the sky. In the blue sky, a bright moon is embedded in the sky, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled on the lake, and the lake light and moonlight blend together, which is beautiful. There is no wind or sound on the lake, just like a bronze mirror that has never been polished. I climbed the pagoda and looked at the green trees and red flowers beside Dongting Lake. Looking at the beautiful scenery on Dongting Lake; Looking around, there are green Junshan in the lake, tall and straight century-old trees, famous places of interest at home and abroad, and ancient temples hidden in the mountains. This Dongting Lake is as bright as a silver plate, and this Green Army Mountain is like a small green snail. Seeing these beautiful scenery, I can't help but admire: "It's really the harmony between the lake and the moon, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface." Look at the Dongting landscape, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "

Or: On a starry night, I came to the tower, the best place to see Dongting Lake.

On that day, the moon was as golden as a freshly ripe banana, and the stars were dancing in the dark blue sky like a group of little girls who could sing and dance. Look! The moon stinks. She combed her hair and dusted herself in front of the ocean mirror. In fact, the mirror of the ocean is Dongting Lake. When there is no wind, she is a flawless mirror. When there is wind, many wrinkles appear on her face, as if she had aged a lot at once. Looking from a distance, a Junshan stands in the middle of Dongting Lake, which reminds me of an idiom: Tingting stands tall.

I'm not the only one who came to Dongting. When I met my old friend, I was intoxicated by this pleasant scenery. Look! At the moment, he is drinking tea and chanting loudly: "What a green snail in a silver plate!" " "After I got his hint, I immediately echoed:" The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at the mountains and rivers in Dongting, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "He immediately raised his hand and praised:" Good poem, good poem! "

This Dongting is a land of plenty. Who doesn't remember?

On a crisp autumn night with clear moonlight, I came to Dongting Lake, and I was immediately attracted by what I saw. ......

I saw the faint moonlight shining on the lake, which was particularly harmonious. The water was calm, and the moonlight made the lake look like a big bronze mirror without any scratches. Looking at Dongting Lake, I was surprised to find a lush "Junshan" in the middle of the lake, which is very beautiful. It's like a white plate with green snails on it.

Seeing this reminds me of Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting" and I can't help but whisper:

The lake and the moon set each other off, and the mirror on the tan surface was not polished.

Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

Lu adapted this poem into a 500-word story.

Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains. Overlapping green hills hold the West Lake in their arms, and there are countless pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings. The West Lake cruise ship sings and dances day and night. Traveling around the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze makes these tourists sleepy, how can they remember the lost northern territory and the degraded old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different.

Lin 'an Mansion is a political satire poem by Lin Sheng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is also the author's only representative work. This poem is written for the dark reality of the Southern Song Dynasty. It poured out people's indignation and expressed the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation. Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains. Overlapping green hills hold the West Lake in their arms, and there are countless pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings. The West Lake cruise ship sings and dances day and night. Traveling around the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze makes these tourists sleepy, how can they remember the lost northern territory and the degraded old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different.

This is a poem written on the wall of a hotel in Lin 'an. This is a political satire. The appellation of Lin 'an House shows the society at that time. In AD 1 126, the Jin people captured Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and captured two emperors, Huizong and Qinzong. The territory of the Central Plains was completely occupied by the Jin people. Zhao Gou fled to the south of the Yangtze River and ascended the throne in Lin 'an, which is known as the Southern Song Dynasty. Instead of accepting the painful lesson of national subjugation in the Northern Song Dynasty, the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty became angry from embarrassment and tried to strengthen itself. The rulers did not want to recover the lost land in the Central Plains, but begged for peace, surrendered to the outside world, and brutally persecuted Yue Fei and other patriots at home. Politically corrupt and incompetent, dignitaries indulge in debauchery and pleasure. This poem is written for this dark reality. It pours out the indignation pent up in the hearts of the broad masses of people, and also expresses the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation. .

Qi uses ancient poems to make up 500 words of stories.

Make up a 500-word story with ancient poems;

In his later years, Li Bai was politically frustrated. With a melancholy mood, he traveled to Xuancheng, Nanling, Shexian (in Anhui), quarrying and other places, writing poems, drinking and roaming famous mountains and rivers.

One morning, as usual, Li Bai was buying wine in a hotel on the street in Shexian County when he suddenly heard someone ask in the woodshed next door, "Old man, how can you pick so much firewood at your age?" Where do you live? "

The answer was a hearty laugh. Then, I heard someone chanting loudly:

"Negative salary sales lead to the sale of wine in the West.

Excuse me, where is home? Go through the clouds into the jade! "

Li Bai was surprised. Who is this? Unexpectedly, I sang such a touching poem casually! He asked the bartender, who told him: This is an old man named Xu Xuanping. He hates the government, sees through the secular, and lives in seclusion in the mountains, but no one knows which mountain he lives in. Recently, he often travels around here. Every day at dawn, he picked Chai Jin Town, with flower spoons and bamboo sticks hanging on the firewood. He drinks when he sells firewood, and sings poetry when he is drunk, along the way.

Li Bai thought: Isn't this the same "poetry idiot" as himself? He immediately turned and went out, only to see the old man on the street bridge. Although he walked very hard, Li Bai couldn't catch up anyway.

Catch up with the small bridge, cross the bamboo forest and bypass the tributaries of the river. Li Bai is so tired that his back aches and his legs ache. By the time he looked again, the old man had already disappeared. Li Bai sighed: "I really met a fairy!"

He lifted his robe and hurried on, but he still didn't see the old man and had to come back disappointed.

That night, Li Bai couldn't sleep, recalling that he hadn't met many real poets except Du Fu for most of his life. I didn't expect to meet such a poet today, so I can't miss the opportunity. I have to find him!

The next day, Li Bai waited at the gate of Chai Caohang until sunset, and there was no trace of the old man.

On the third day, the fourth day, I failed every day.

On the fifth morning, Li Bai picked up the hip flask and set off with dry food. He is determined to find the old man. Even if he dies, he will die in the mountains here.

Over the hill covered with wild flowers, across the swift stream and through the thorns, there was still no sign of the old man for more than a month. Li Bai is a little discouraged. At this moment, he remembered his mother-in-law who used an iron pestle to grind needles when she was a teenager. My mother-in-law said well, "As long as you have the determination, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." If you want to find the old man, go and find him. When you are hungry, pick a handful of wild fruits to satisfy your hunger; When you are addicted to alcohol, you can have a nice drink with a hip flask.

On this night, the sunset glow reddened the sky, and the clear spring and the bamboo set each other off, which was particularly beautiful. Li Bai is too worried about the old man to enjoy the scenery. He dragged his tired body and limped to the foot of the mountain near Huangshan. Turning the mountain pass, he saw a boulder standing in front of him, which seemed to be engraved with words. Li Bai forgot his fatigue and rushed forward to identify it carefully. Oh, yeah.

"After thirty years of seclusion, I built a room on the top of Nanshan.

Play the bright moon in the quiet night and drink the green spring at leisure.

The woodcutter sings on the ridge, and the valley birds play in front of the rocks.

I'm so happy that I don't even know how old I am, and I forget the year of Jiazi. "

After reading it three times in a row, Li Bai lost his voice and cried, "Wonderful! Wonderful! What a fairy voice! " Thought: when you meet an old man, you must worship three times and ask for advice. Although I have been dealing with poetry for decades, this poem with the fragrance of wild flowers is really the first time to appreciate it.

He turned around and saw a pile of rice lying on the flat ground next to the cliff stone. It seems that Xu Xuanping must have been sunburned. Li Bai simply squatted aside, enjoying the scenery in the mountains, while waiting for the old man to harvest food.

When it was dark, Li Bai suddenly heard the sound of knocking from the foot of the mountain. Looking inside, he saw a boat rowing on the other side of the river at the foot of the mountain, and an old man with fluttering hair stood at the bow and paddled. Li Bai stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, old man, where is Lao Xu Man Xuanping's home?"

It turns out that this old man is the Lao Xu Man Xuanping whom Li Bai is looking for. The last time I saw Li Bai wearing a royal costume, I thought he was sent by the court to be an official, so I never wanted to go to Shexian again. Unexpectedly, this man followed him. At this time, the old man glanced at Li Bai, pointed to the fence with his finger and casually replied: "A bamboo pole at the door is Xu Weng's home!" "

Li Bai looked up at the lush mountains and asked, "There are bamboos everywhere. Where can I find them? "

The old man looked at the dusty and sweaty guest again and asked, "Are you ..."

"I'm Li Bai," he said, bowing deeply.

The old man froze: "Are you Li Bai? Are you Li Bai? "

Li Bai quickly explained his purpose.

Hearing this, the old man arched his hands and said, "Oh, you are a poet today! I am just a drop in the sea of poetry. You really don't deserve to ask for advice from a drop of water in this sea! " Say that finish, prop up the boat and walk back.

Li Bai grabbed the old man's sleeve and begged, "Old man, it's been three months. I've been looking for you everywhere, and I finally met my teacher. Can't you send me back? "

Li Bai's sincere words touched the old man's heart. They looked at each other for a long time, and the old man suddenly grabbed Li Bai and jumped into the boat.

Since then, no matter in the morning glow or the afterglow of the sunset, people often sit on the big bluestone beside the stream with the white old man, drinking and reciting poems. Loud laughter, coupled with the sound of waterfalls, was sent hundreds of miles away with the stream. ...

Today, when many tourists come to Huangshan Mountain, they always like to follow the gurgling stream to trace Li Bai.

Did you get a look at him? Passing Hutouyan, there is a huge stone engraved with the word "drunken stone" under the singing string spring. Legend has it that Li Bai and the old man enjoy the mountain scenery here, drinking and reciting poems. They often use the nearby spring water to wash their cups, so this spring water is called "cup washing spring".

Ba is a story with ancient poems, 500 words.

The Creation Process of Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night

Midnight of Mid-Autumn Festival

When the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived, Li Bai sat on the bed and thought, Alas! How lively this town is! I live in seclusion in the deep mountains, where no one knows. How lonely I am! Suddenly, Li Bai seemed to hear the melodious piano sound, "Wang Wei! Doesn't he practice in this forest at midnight every Mid-Autumn Festival? I don't know, have you finished the moon cakes you gave him last year? " The piano is playing more and more beautifully. Li Bai suddenly thought: Why not invite Wang Wei to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him?

Li Bai gave a banquet in honor.

"Please Wang Wei!" Li Bai quickly set up a banquet. He found two bowls and poured white wine into them. I stepped on some leeks when I went out and cut some firewood to go home. Throw firewood into the stove to make a fire and put some leeks in the hot pot. At this time, Li Bai made a big moon cake with some other leeks and some noodles, put it on a big plate and served it on the table. Then he put the leek in the hot pot into a small bowl with chopsticks and served it. Set the banquet, half an hour has passed.

Li Bai's treat

At this time, you can still hear the wonderful sound of the piano. Li Bai walked out of the semicircle arch and came to the balcony to sit on the cane chair. He cleared his throat and shouted, "Wang Wei!" "Wang Wei heard the shouts and asked," Who are you? " "It's Li Bai!" Li Bai replied, ouch! It's Li Bai! I must find him! Wang Wei thought. Following the sound, he quickly saw a white attic.

sleepless night

Li Bai has been waiting outside the door. Li Bai invited Wang Weihe to the terrace. Wang Wei followed Li Bai upstairs to the balcony next to the bedroom on the first floor. The two men shook their sleeves and put their arms on the table. They picked up the cups, touched them and drank them. "I don't know what happened at home? ! "Li Bai sighed:" Alas! "

Li Bai's Poem —— Thinking in Quiet Night

"Are you homesick for moon cakes?" Wang Wei asked. Li Bai replied: "Yes!" "Ha ha! Don't take it personally! Since you are a poet, looking at Bai Yue, why not write a poem? " "good! Just make up a song-thinking at night;

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly,

Is there frost already? ;

Looking up, I found it was moonlight.

I sank again and suddenly remembered home.

How's it going? ""good! Worthy of being a poet! Good poem! What a beautiful poem! "Wang Wei praised it again and again." Ha ha! Ha ...! "

They talked and laughed and spent the midnight of the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

Nine children's poems were adapted into a 500-word composition.

Once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed by Anren County by boat, he saw the green grass on both sides of the river like a bright green carpet, flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous. Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up. At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed. So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring.

Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow. They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out. "Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail. In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized this. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea. Not simple, not simple! " (Ding Bo literature tyfjddb)

Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled: "A fishing boat with two children parked on it. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain, not to cover your head but to make wind. " A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.