Novel Adaptation Composition 600

1. "Rain Lane" is adapted into a prose or novel, about 600 words

Jiangnan Rain Lane

Jiangnan, this wet name has always been for those who have lived in the north for a long time. I have a green dream. My longing for Jiangnan and my special liking for Jiangnan made me suspect that my ancestral home should not be in the cold north. When I read Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" in middle school, I almost identified myself as the girl with a lilac knot and a hint of sadness. I thought that the rain alley was not in the north, but in the south of the Yangtze River. Only in the south of the Yangtze River can there be rain alleys. The blue stone road glowed green in the drizzle, with tall old stone walls covered with moss on both sides. There should be a small stone arch bridge at the end of the alley, and there were boats slowly paddling under the bridge. , a graceful woman stood on the bow deck holding an oil-paper umbrella in her hand. . . . . .

This is the Jiangnan in my dream, so real yet so hazy, so intimate yet so strange. Oh, Jiangnan, I should visit you again, I should find my own rain lane.

So, I chose Suzhou because of her delicacy and elegance, and because of her subtlety and tranquility.

When I arrived in Suzhou, the weather was exceptionally sunny. I stayed in the hotel and asked the waiter about the weather and when it would rain. The boy looked at me in surprise and said that I was him. The most special tourist I have ever met. I smiled and didn't explain. Suzhou itself is made of rain. Without rain, it would be like a girl without bright eyes and flowers without dewdrops. Finally, when I woke up one morning, I found drizzle falling outside the window. I happily put on the moon-white cheongsam I bought specially in Suzhou, then took a lavender oil-paper umbrella and walked to the lobby. , I asked the boy where there were alleys. He was obviously a little confused. He said that there were many alleys in Suzhou and he didn’t know which one I was looking for. I say the oldest, the longest, the quietest. He smiled, showing a row of beautiful teeth. He said it was a bit difficult, but he could tell me there was an alley not far from here. He didn't know if it was the oldest, but he thought it was the longest and the quietest. of. I smiled and thanked him, and when I walked out of the door, he said to me that you are a tourist who really understands Suzhou.

I found the alley, and the moment I walked into it, the world suddenly became quiet, all the noise stopped, and there was only me and this rainy alley. I walked in slowly, and the sound of footsteps on the bluestone was my long knock. I said to myself: "I'm here." This alley is really long and quiet. I think she should be the most beautiful. Ancient, at least in my mind. The rain all over the sky formed a fine net outside my umbrella. I carefully stroked the soft and slippery moss on the stone wall with my hands. This dark green must be full of vicissitudes of life. I don’t know what it will be on the other side of the high wall. It may be a teahouse or a busy market, but I think there must have been a very big house thousands of years ago. There must also be a small building in the house, and there must be a lonely woman upstairs. Sighing at the window, my sad and beautiful eyes passed through the boundless net, hurting the loneliness of thousands of years, and at this moment, I listened to the monologue in my heart. I am that woman, you are the past life that I pursue, and I am the future life that you call back. The rain lane is so long and quiet, as if it is a tunnel leading to history. The purple sorrow of thousands of years ago bloomed into faint lilacs on this rain lane. I am the girl walking gracefully with an umbrella. I breathed deeply, and I was also breathing deeply a thousand years ago. The soul of my limbs has melted into the moist mist, and then transpired and drifted away. . . . . . At this moment, the rhyme and flow that have been sung in my heart thousands of times has faded into a voice-over. The exquisite hands holding the fine porcelain tea bowl that have been painted in my heart thousands of times have become the background of the scene. The world has been frozen in this rain. Alley, I am the slightly yellowed silhouette in this rainy alley.

At this time, a burst of footsteps approaching from far away interrupted my thoughts. It was a girl walking gracefully with an umbrella. Just as we passed each other, we looked at each other. We were all stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled. We were actually both wearing moon-white cheongsams and holding a lavender oil-paper umbrella. There is such a coincidence in the world, we were in the same place, at the same time, in the same outfit. Two strangers met in the rain and forgot each other in a smile.

At the moment when I looked back, I suddenly realized that I had reached the end of the alley, where time was intertwined. Outside the alley, there were busy people moving forward in public, and inside the alley, there were silent and reserved people watching. . History has quietly faded away, waving goodbye to me in the distant sky. The girl who smiled at me has long since disappeared. Could it be that she is the elf of this rainy alley, who has been waiting here for thousands of years, just for the sake of being with me today? Passed by? Maybe she, like me, came here to find a dream that was lost thousands of years ago?

Is this 600 words long? 2. Rewrite "The Peacock Flies Southeast" into a short story of 600 words (pay attention to 600 words)

Drive! "The hired man rode away.

"This is really good," Brother Liu walked back and forth, rubbing his hands excitedly, "Sister, you are going today, so you have to serve that person well. Fifth Young Master, hurry up and do it tomorrow. As an elder brother, I still have you to ask for help! Lanzhi raised her head and saw her brother splashing around. She couldn't help but feel pain in her heart: "Lang Jun, where are you?" Do you know that the pain in your heart is severe? Looking back on the past, the kindness between you and me as husband and wife made us envious of the gods in the sky and the shame of the mandarin ducks in the water.

Unexpectedly, there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky and thunder on the dry land. My mother-in-law actually said that I had no etiquette and acted as I pleased.

Lang Jun, I am wronged! When I was a daughter, I had already used my onions-peeling skills to weave fabrics, cut clothes, and play elastic; I had read the books of previous sages with my pair of eyes that seemed to be frowning but not frowning; I had learned the principles of advance and retreat with that pair. What is ‘impoliteness’ and what is ‘freedom’? ! I fell in love with you by mistake, so I vowed to take my concubine back home; also: I am willing to do it, and I will be patient for you for a while.

But now..." At this time, Lanzhi's face was filled with tears, and she could no longer distinguish between tears of pain, tears of guilt, and tears of regret... In Mother Liu's Under the urging, Lanzhi tearfully picked up the knife and silk to sew the wedding dress. The tears she was holding back rolled in her eyes, and finally fell down.

Lanzhi's eyes blurred, and the needle pricked her fiber. On the thin fingers, the bright red blood dripped down and blended, creating a beautiful picture of a cuckoo on the silk... "Drive!" drive! drive! "The shrill sound of the horse pierced the dark and dense night sky.

The horse is galloping, the horse is neighing, the horse is roaring, the horse is expressing its deepest hatred... Lanzhi Lengbuding The ground trembled, and the needle seemed to prick her hand again. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, and glanced at the hills outside the window: a rider was running towards here, close, close, the sound of the rider beating the horse It seemed that he could hear it, and he was so close that he could see the rider’s face. “Ah, my God! "Yes, the person who came is exactly the man who has been thinking about it day and night! Lanzhi and Zhongqing stood face to face, staring at each other silently, both waiting for the other to break the deathly silence.

< p> Finally, Zhongqing let out a long sigh and said: "The phoenix that used to live only in the parasol tree now knows how to find other high branches. It's ridiculous, the honest, square and heavy person can survive for thousands of years without changing his heart; it can only be tough for a while, how can it last forever? Madam Fifth Young Master, you will be promoted day by day.

And I will be alone! "When Lanzhi heard Zhongqing's words, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her heart ached like a knife. She said sadly and angrily: "Langjun, Langjun, why do you say such words! My heart is full of grievances! We are both being persecuted, so how can I, a lowly concubine, betray my heart? I hope you and I can meet each other down here." Lanzhi pointed to her heart, wishing she could take out the whole heart and show it to Zhong Qing, "I will never betray you, my humble concubine! "... After meeting Zhongqing that day, Lanzhi became even more upset, and Zhongqing also made a declaration of suicide with his mother, feeling sad and tormented.

When the agreed wedding date arrived, the prefect ordered his men to carry the sedan chair. , playing and beating along the way, brought Lanzhi to the green cloth tent where the wedding was held. But who noticed the little water marks on the bride's path?

It was really a little peach blossom rain, which ruined the mood. ! In the middle of the night, the congratulatory guests had returned, and the fifth son was already drunk, lying on the wedding bed like a pig.

Suddenly, she stood up. Standing up, the confusion in her eyes disappeared, and she became determined. She quietly walked out to the lake, and casually recited two fatal words: "I will die today, but my soul will be gone and my body will remain." "

She took off her silk shoes, hugged her dress, and suddenly jumped into the water. She seemed to see herself and her husband hiking in the mountains in search of greenery, fluttering butterflies among the flowers, and writing poems and books... ... She smiled, it was so beautiful... Zhong Qing also knew that we would never see each other again, and after being sad, he hung himself in the courtyard tree angrily.

A few years later, a man named Qing Zhong met her. A woman named Yu met by chance somewhere and fell in love at first sight, continuing the unfinished marriage from her previous life.

3. Two stories of Zhuangzi rewritten into composition 600

Zhuangzi (about 369~286 BC), named Zhou, also named Zixiu, was a thinker during the Warring States and Meng Dynasties (now Mengcheng County, Bozhou City). He was a The official of Mengzhiqiyuan (on the north bank of today's Wohe River) was known as the "Proud Official of Qiyuan" in history and was regarded as a model for local officials. At that time, the princes were fighting for supremacy in the world. He did not want to join the ranks of the rulers, so he resigned and lived in seclusion, concentrating on He studied Taoism. He greatly inherited and developed the theories of Lao Dan and Yang Zhu, and was called the "ancestor of Taoism" together with Laozi. He led "valuing life" and "for me" to "reaching life" and "selflessness", which he attributed to The natural "Tao" and "I" are unified. Starting from Laozi's "Tao follows nature", he believes that "Tao" is the infinite Tao, transcends time and space, and is imperceptible. It gives birth to heaven and earth, emperors, gods and ghosts, and even all things. And it is elusive from its own origin. He believes that between heaven and man, between things and myself, between life and death, and even all things, there is only unconditional identity, that is, absolute "qi"; and the final step of learning "Tao" The only way to end is to eliminate all differences and move from "to be" to "to be without". In terms of speculative methods, he makes relativism absolute and turns to mysterious sophism. Zhuangzi was also a writer in the pre-Qin period, and his literary achievements are especially He ranks first among the scholars of the pre-Qin Dynasty and can be called the father of romantic literature and the god of Eastern literature and art. He wrote more than 100,000 books, 52 chapters of "Zhuangzi", and 33 chapters are extant. Resources 30 Zhuang Hui relationship story Zhuangzi was buried, passed by Huizi He turned around and said to those who followed him: "The Ying man of Chu State squeezed Bai Shi, and a drop of mud as big as a fly's wing splashed on the tip of his nose. He asked the craftsman Shi to chip it off for him. The craftsman swung his ax and whirred. There was a loud noise, and he chopped it down, completely removing the small drop of mud, but his nose was not damaged at all. The Ying people stood there without changing their expressions. When Song Yuanjun heard about this, he called the craftsman Shi and said, "Try it for me." Let’s try it.’ Carpenter Shi said: ‘I could cut it before, but my opponent was already dead! ‘Since my husband passed away, I have no opponent, and I have no one to talk to!” (“Xu Wugui”). 4. What are some articles that rewrite "Mo Shang Sang" into a story of about 600 words?

The sun rises from the east and shines on the building of our Qin family. There is a beautiful girl in the Qin family. Originally named Luofu. Luofu was good at raising silkworms and picking mulberries. (One day) he picked mulberries on the south side of the city. He used green silk to make the ropes on the basket and osmanthus branches to make the handles of the basket. He combed his hair The Japanese wore a bun and earrings made of pearls on her ears; the lower skirt was made of light yellow patterned silk, and the upper body was made of purple damask. When people walking saw Luofu, they put down their burdens and stroked their beards (looking at her). When the young people saw Luofu, they took off their hats and tidied up their appearance. The plowers forgot that they were plowing, and the hoeers forgot that they were hoeing. When they came back, they complained and got angry with each other, just because they were looking at Luofu. The prefect drove from the south When they came, the five horses pulling the cart stopped and hesitated. The prefect sent a young official over to ask whose beauty this was. The young official replied, "She is a beauty from the Qin family. Her real name is Luofu." The prefect asked again: "How old is Luo Fu?" The clerk replied: "Twenty years is not enough, fifteen years is slightly more." The prefect ordered the clerk to ask Luo Fu, "Would you like to ride in the car with us?" Luo Fu stepped forward and replied: "Prefect How stupid you are! You, the prefect, had a wife, and Luofu I had a husband. (My husband was an official.) In the east, there were more than a thousand followers, and he was at the front. Why should he recognize my husband, riding a white horse and following behind him? That high-ranking official had a horse's tail tied with black silk, and a golden bridle on its head. He wore a Lulu sword on his waist. The sword could be worth thousands of dollars. At the age of fifteen, he worked as a minor official in the prefect's mansion. He became a doctor in the court at the age of ten, became the emperor's minister at thirty, and became the lord of a city at the age of forty. He had white skin, a sparse beard and a slightly longer beard; he walked slowly and calmly through the palace. He went in and out of the government office. (During the gathering in the prefect's seat) there were thousands of people present, and they all said that my husband was different." 5. Adapted from poetry and text

I am walking home alone, my heart is full of sorrow, my hometown! How could it be occupied by Beijing people? How much I want to serve the country! Along the way, I saw such beautiful scenery, but I was the only one who was worried.

When I walked to a farmhouse, I was amazed by the scene in front of me:

White clouds were floating high in the sky. , surrounding the sky, surrounding the green mountains. An old couple sat face to face, as if they had drunk some wine, their faces were flushed, and they were talking intimately in the local dialect. While the wife was helping her husband fuck, she pointed to the east with her finger. I looked in the direction she pointed, and through a small bamboo forest, I saw a middle-aged man hoeing hard in the bean field beside a crystal clear stream. Weed, although wearing a straw hat, sweat is still dripping down. It seems that this is their eldest son! There are several banana trees outside the fence, growing lush and green. In the fence, perhaps the second son of the old couple is carefully weaving a chicken cage. Next to the short thatched house, a very tall date tree stood there. Under the tree, a child, perhaps the second son of an old couple, was carefully peeling lotus pods. There was a small pond in front of him, with pink lotus flowers blooming in it. The fat leaves covered the entire pond, and fish were swimming in the water. Swimming happily, jumping up from the water from time to time, and then jumping into the pond with a "plop".

At this time, the old couple saw me, smiled and stretched out their hands to call me. I couldn't refuse, so I walked in and sat down in the room.

The old man picked some fresh fruits for me and asked his youngest son to pick some large lotus pods for me to eat. I ate them with relish and said, "Uncle, you have three sons." "Yes, They each have their own strengths, one is diligent, one is clever, and the other is naughty, cute and filial, haha! "You are so lucky!" ``````" At this point, I saw the uncle waving to his wife who was outside the door, asking her to come in. His wife just smiled honestly, shook her head, and then went to work.

When I walked out of this family, I felt that although they lived in poverty, they were very happy. How great it would be if all the people in the world lived and worked in peace and contentment like this family! 6. Please write a 600-word article with the title of 'Book——'

The Rhythm of Books

When I was a child, I liked reading comic books and cartoons. Some of the characters and storylines in the book are still fresh in my memory. Since then, I have fallen in love with reading. My parents often buy me some books and I read them whenever I have time.

I have read a lot of books related to history, including "The Biography of Yue Fei", "Yang Family Generals", "The Romance of the Gods", "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Up and Down Five Thousand Years" and "The Long History" Corridor" and so on. These books made me have a strong interest in the history of our country. I learned that our country has a long historical tradition and has produced many outstanding figures and many famous historical events. For example: the national hero Yue Fei fought against the invasion of the Jin soldiers, Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei among the three sworn brothers in Taoyuan, and the 108 heroes of Liangshan. These stories impressed me deeply.

I like reading books on "Brain Teasers" very much. I always buy one or two books every time I go to the bookstore. Many of the topics in it are very fascinating. It can not only develop our intelligence and make us smarter, but also bring a lot of fun to our lives. I often give some of the questions in it to my family or classmates, and they also find them very interesting.

Some books about science and technology and life, such as "One Hundred Thousand Whys" and "Living Museum", etc. have made me understand a lot of principles in life: you can't drink water that has been boiled for a long time, and you can't take medicine with tea. , don’t pick your ears often.

Reading can improve our writing skills, broaden our horizons, and enable us to learn about major events in the world without leaving home.

Reading is very good. I will read more and read good books in the future! 7. Rewrite Li Bai's poem into a 600-word story (quickly,

Five Ancients? After the chaos, Tianenliu Yelang recalled the old travels. The white jade capital in the sky, the twelve floors and five cities. The immortal caressed I believe that I will live forever. I have mistakenly chased the happiness of the world, and I am quite confused. The ninety-six saint kings have empty names in the clouds. I have gambled with heaven and earth, but I have not forgotten the war. I have tried the strategy of overlord, and I will be crowned with glory. .The fate of the time is a big mistake, abandon it and travel on the sea. Learn to translate swords by yourself, how can you become a writer. The sword cannot be defeated by ten thousand people, and the reputation of writers is heard all over the world. Childish play is insignificant, and I left Xijing in five puffs. When I am about to leave, be generous Tears are stained on the tassel. I sigh at your generosity and talent, and you are praised as the best among the heroes. I open a banquet to invite the ancestors to comfort me for this distant expedition. The pommel horse is like a floating cloud, and I send it off to the riding pavilion. The song is not full, and the white sunset is in Kunming. In October, it is quiet. The state is like a star. The king abandons the North Sea and sweeps the ground to borrow a long whale. Breathing across hundreds of rivers, swallows can be destroyed. He knows that he can't say anything, but he wants to live in Peng Ying. He is afraid of the wolf, and he dare not open his arrow. Holding the golden platform with tears, crying to the sky for King Zhao. There is no one to value the bones of the horse, and the ears are empty. If Leyi is born again, he will run to death now. He wasted his time and drove his horse back to your hometown. When I meet you, listen to the string song, and sit down solemnly. Huatang. Hundreds of miles apart, Emperor Xi is lying in peace. In the Zhengle Changle Hall, a banquet is held with pots and wine cups. Among the virtuous and powerful, there are rows of green ladies, facing candles. There are drunken dances on the banquet, and clear songs are flying around the beams. There is joyful entertainment. Before the end of the dynasty, he returned to Xianyang with full rank. The ancestors supported thousands of people, and the tents looked at each other from a distance. They were separated by thousands of miles, and the prosperity and decline were different from the heat and coolness. The heat and coolness changed several times, and the nine lands collapsed. Han Jia Company and Hu soldiers were dark in the sand. The sea of ??clouds. The grass and trees shake with murderous intent, and the stars have no luster. White bones turn into hills and mountains. How can the common people be guilty? Hanguan Zhuang Emperor lives in the country, and the country's fate hangs on Geshu. With a halberd of 300,000, open the door to accept the evil. The ministers are like dogs and sheep, loyal to the grain. With Jing, the two saints traveled to Henan, and the two capitals were in ruins. The emperor Xu Zhuanzheng, Bingyao controlled the powerful Chu. The moderation was not Huan Wen, and the military advisers supported the bears and tigers. People's hearts lost their will, and the thieves were in full swing. Only the emperor secured the mausoleum. , Sincerity is the crown of the ancient times. The servant lies on the top of the incense stove, dining with the clouds and washing the Yaoquan. The door opens to Jiujiang, and five lakes are connected under the pillow. The navy comes in the middle of the night, and the sun is full of banners. The empty name is self-defeating, forcing the ship to go upstairs. . I was only given five hundred gold, but I discarded it like floating smoke. I resigned and was not rewarded. I was banished to Yelang Tian. Yelang traveled thousands of miles to the west and made people old. He swept away Liuhe Qing, but he was still a negative frost grass. The sun and the moon shined without any bias. , why should I complain to Cang Hao? The good shepherd calls me a god, and he is deeply benevolent. A guest from the Qingyun family has climbed to the Yellow Crane Tower three times. I am ashamed of you as a scholar, and I am facing Parrot Island in vain. The domineering power of Fanshan is gone, and the autumn of the sky and the earth is gone. The river leads to Emei. Snow flows across the Three Gorges across the river. Thousands of boats come here and even sail across Yangzhou. Seeing this thousands of miles away, my sorrow is relieved. The screen window is open against the sky, and the water and trees are as green as hair. When I look at the sun, I am afraid of holding the mountain, and I am happy to drink the moon. .Wu Wa and Yue Yan, boasting about their graceful beauty. Called to climb up the cloud ladder, they walked out of the curtain with a smile. They lowered their hands to the guests and danced in the spring breeze. The guest knelt down to ask for a rest, but the host was not very affectionate. Viewing Jun Jingshan's work, Jiang Bao It's beautiful to see. Hibiscus emerges from the clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed. The leisurely and plain lapels are always looking for people. The rich gates are surrounded by tiger warriors, and the halberds are so dense. Bamboo and stone are cut open, and the flowing water rises and is deep. Stand on the stage and sit in the water pavilion. There are many British accents in the speech. The words are precious white jade, and the promise is light gold. He said that I am worthy of the king, and the blue bird has a bright heart. The five-color magpie flies up from the sky and sings. It is said that the letter of pardon has arrived, but the night man returns. The heating becomes cold. The valley is full of smoke and ashes of life and death. When you go to Fengchi, you suddenly abandon Jia Shengcai. The Jie dogs still bark at Yao, and the Huns laugh for thousands of years. They sigh four or five times in the middle of the night, often worried about the great country. There are two mountains between the two mountains, and the Yellow River flows in the middle. Even the chickens Not allowed to enter, drinking horses are empty and barbarians are still there. An Deyi is good at shooting, and an arrow falls on his head. There is no need to change it, it is almost there. Just translate it into vernacular.