Yu Linling writes a composition on the topic.

1. Write a short essay on the topic of Yu Linling, with 800 words in the first person; In a blink of an eye, autumn came.

The cicada's cry outside the window is so sad and anxious, as if knowing that he will leave or die soon. When we went out, you said you would give me a ride.

Facing the pavilion in the dusk, a heavy rain just stopped, and your pale and stubborn face hung down slightly. I know you are reluctant to leave. My heart suddenly hurts, and before I know it, I have come so far. I can't bear to look at your tearful eyes, and I dare not talk to you, for fear that casual words will touch parting words and make you cry.

I set up an account at the gate of Beijing and had a farewell dinner. I was in a bad mood. I want to hold your hand and have a few words with you, but the boatman is already urging me to leave. I'm staring at your face now. At that moment, I was really scared. I am afraid that I will never see this sad face again. The boatman has been urging me, and you are in tears at the moment. Who knows, your tears. The moment I turned around, you suddenly grabbed my hand. I turned around, but I couldn't stop tears in my eyes. Your slightly open lips seem to be saying something to me. At this moment, I choked up and couldn't say a word. I know, I know your eyes are full of affection for me, and everything is in my heart. I want to leave again and again this time. The ship is thousands of miles away and the water is foggy. I have been thinking about your last helpless turn in my mind, and your lonely back makes me miss you so much! The southern sky shrouded by thick clouds in the evening is so far-reaching and vast, just like you always look at my dark pupils.

From ancient times to now, sentimental people are heartbroken when they leave, thinking that we can have eternity, but today we break up with each other, but it happened that in this cold and sad late autumn season, how should I bear it! Today, you raise your glass to say goodbye to me. Where am I when I wake up tonight? ! Perhaps the ship was docked at Liu 'an, the morning breeze blew slightly, and a waning moon hung in the light blue sky. It has been many years since I left. Even if I meet a beautiful day and beautiful scenery, it is useless. I will never be happy with you again.

Even with Qian Qian's friendship, who can I tell without you? ! Sorry, that's all I wrote. I just learned this word, so I wrote it myself. No, don't laugh at me . .

2. I can't sleep on a rainy night with more than 600 words. I have never thought about it, but I miss it more. Autumn is sad, tears are broken, and it is even worse. Who told me about the wind?

I have cried many times since ancient times, and I will never forget this night. Don't forget my peace of mind after years. Love is a long time. I don't know that I have waited for years. The world is in recession and there are many opportunities. Fireworks are cold, but love is hard to break.

The dripping sound is broken, without thinking. The butterfly flew to the fundus and has been reincarnated many times. How can it be lingering? Unforgettable, only with empty melancholy. That is heartless, only accompanied by residual thoughts. You have no words, no lingering thoughts, and you are drifting away. I was resentful of the past thoughts.

In late summer and autumn, flowers bloom and fall, and Guting Road is full of joys and sorrows. If you want to go home with the wind, you have to worry about Iraq in the world Life and death are boundless, wait a few years.

Times have changed, and peaches and plums have all disappeared. Take a look and you'll never forget it. Looking back at that year, how many red walls and withered grass disappeared. Silent, leaving only the alternation of day and night.

No one complains, just lonely. No complaints, no complaints, just like a dream. Wandering all my life, the world, leaving a thousand years. Old customs, expectations, stupidity, etc.

Smoke willow, a sad place, several worldly depraved places. Smile, like breeze and mist. The sea, when it changes, also meets there. I am not afraid of light, but I am afraid that I can't see it. A song of new sorrow and old sorrow, a wish and a wish, the bright moon can be said to sigh.

The lights are dim, drunkenness makes youth disappear, glory grows old, and I am bent on parody. As always, looking out from the west wing alone, two lines of tears are clear and affectionate, unable to digest.

In the clear autumn, spoony tears also flow. There is a burst of sadness, and sadness is more sadness. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk. Meeting is infinitely beautiful, just wait. Just to see you once. In this way, it is enough to use my last time to fulfill my long-cherished wish in my life and make me cold and lonely.

After thinking about it, I was silent, complained, and dared not hesitate. Why should I quit smoking? Like a fleeting silk thread wrapped around my finger, the stolen one is floating around. Cold and lonely, breeding old dreams.

What do I see in my eyes when warblers whisper and ivy is in full bloom? There is no chance to meet again, no words, the sun is in the sky and the stars are looking up. In the dream, Huang Liang only talked about light and shadow, and many things were wrong. It is powerless and can only sigh.

At dusk, the ghosting has fallen, but it is lonely and desolate. It's not over yet. It's cold at night, full of love, and so many wonderful times are terrible.

How lonely it is to sing and whisper. Listening to the rain, it falls in my heart. The figure is lonely, silent, snowing and raining, only blaming no chance.

Cold, autumn wind, searching, but desolate.

He Huan was born, why should he be afraid of death? The afterlife is waiting.

3. Composition, the first chapter of Yulin Ridge: The rain outside the window of Yulin Ridge has stopped, and the air is horribly quiet.

Only the cicada on the old tree in front of the door is still tirelessly pulling a hoarse voice, as if venting something. I have no face to face the cold pavilion, tears streaming down my face.

I know you're leaving. Just looking at the rolling river, you can foresee that you care about my heart and stare at your eyes. The beauty of the past is fleeting, leaving only eyes full of passing clouds and infatuation. It's getting dark, and we're drinking wine cup by cup, and time goes by bit.

I read "Don't leave" over and over again in my mind, but the clock in my heart has struck twelve and the hole in my heart has begun to enlarge infinitely. But the kind boatman finally came to urge-the departure time is gradual! I stood up slowly and slowly and walked side by side with you to the river.

You turned around and gave me a warm hand, and I held it hard, hoping to keep you. Obviously, a tear falls from your eyes and drops into the collar of your robe ... Suddenly, my eyes become blurred, and the only thing I can do is to hold your hand tightly and feel your temperature over and over again.

Let your breath be in my hands. Just look at the palm of your hand and you will feel that you are still by my side! The clenched hands were forced to separate a little.

I only feel the cold air around me. The fog in front of me is a little blocking my view.

You left, and the orchid boat took you far away. Where are you going? Will you be as happy as ever in that distant place? I hope so.

Don't miss me too much after you leave. I will simply live in this land, count the good memories of the past and imagine the colorful years in the future ... If we meet again in the future, it is destiny takes a hand! Today, we are so drunk that we don't know whether we can wake up tomorrow or where we will meet after waking up.

In this cold and desolate late autumn, with the bitterness of parting in my mouth, how can my heart not be full of sadness! ..... I looked up and there was a waning moon hanging in the air. The west wind is bleak, and the flowers are bright. This Xu Qingfeng, which should be refreshing, now makes me feel cold! I just sat and meditated all night.

Until the early morning wind woke me up. I opened my eyes and there was no one across the river.

I am sad to find that last night's parting was not a dream. However, have you ever known that this separation will last for several years, and then endless loneliness and sadness will follow, and the years will be wasted.

There will be endless melancholy in the future, and there will be a backlog of worries in the future. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I confide in and confess to? Chapter 2: On the outskirts of Bianliang, Kyoto, that late autumn evening, the sky was gray, like a teenager's mood, leaving only endless despair. "Why on earth are you going?" My ears seem to think of her questioning again and again, but I can only answer her sigh again and again, but because of the long sigh, her eyes are so hopeless this morning. It was also in this morning that he realized that the original phoenix eyes, which were always full of hope, joy and self-confidence, lost their spirits and were so sad and moving. How can he bear to watch it again? I don't know when the rain stopped, and the drops of water left on the account splashed along the felt cloth. For a time, the grass was in full bloom with glittering and translucent spray, and the sound was endless.

The young people in the tent looked at the pale curtains, reflecting the girl's long white face. Delicate eyebrows, full of autumn water, if the skin is solidified, red hair is messy, smile.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and now he can't stand it. He looked down in panic and found that the wine the girl had just poured was still in his hand, but it was full of bitterness. There was a shrill and short cicada singing outside the account, as if crying for their departure.

"Get on board, it's time to set sail!" Although the ferryman can't bear it, he still has to press it again. He knew he had to leave.

Fang stood up slowly, and the girl was surprised. When he stood up, a pair of autumn eyes looked at him straight, but tears could no longer help but flow down her cheeks. Bay's teeth clenched her red lips, as if trying to restrain herself from crying out loud, so that her body trembled slightly. In a flash, her heart was broken. Standing at the bow, the two men held hands tightly, refused to let go for a long time, and looked at each other again. It turned out that the two sides had already burst into tears and could not say a word.

When the boat leaves, people are drifting away. The teenager always stood at the bow, looking at the Iraqis who had been standing on the shore for a long time. His hand kept pulling, but he forgot to put it down until there was no more beautiful image and everything disappeared in the endless twilight. Sitting in the cabin, he can only drown his sorrows in wine. Fortunately, he soon got drunk, and the girl's face appeared in his drunken dream again and again.

Suddenly woke up, E799BE5BAA6E78988E69D83313335306266 called the girl's name, but didn't hear a response. I looked around blankly. Where are the Iraqis? You can only see the willows blowing in the breeze on the shore and the waning moon on the horizon. In this bleak autumn, the wind is cool and cruel to wake him up, and the loneliness and desolation of leaving his lover suddenly come to mind, and the beautiful scenery is useless.

I picked up the jar on one side and drank it on my back. I coughed a few times and a bitter smile overflowed my mouth. Half-lying with eyes closed, a few birdsongs accompanied the teenager to sing in a low voice in a trance: "Cold cicada is sad, the pavilion is late, and the shower begins to rest."

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Think about it, there are thousands of miles of smoke. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? "。

4. Write an essay or narrative according to the ancient poem Yulin Ling. The cold wind gently blows the willow leaves, blowing out the refreshing soul and the fragrance of the weed pool water. Lonely coast, emotional curtain.

After the rain, cicadas sing more sadly. With the helpless sadness of rolling water. Yes, I'm leaving soon.

In this bleak autumn festival, an unknown night. After the rain, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on his pale face as much as possible, but he looked at the sunset that was about to leave without care.

A pair of hazy eyes, symbolically looking at the distance, and then he will go to that wandering place. In my eyes, I am reluctant, sad and confused. It's not that he can't give up the glitz and bright lights here, but his attachment to the girl he loves deeply. Bianjing's light is not even as good as her eye!

She poured the wine slowly. Slow down, tears will drop into wine. She was even more reluctant to part with Liu Lang, and from then on, she lived far apart. He didn't dare to speak, for fear that this opening would pierce the emotional balance, for fear that she would be more sad.

Ships sailing downstream always don't know how to delay time, so they came early.

Liuyong finally got a little excited. He looked down at the wine on the table, picked up the warm glass, and gulped it down with a sour heart. At this time, no matter how strong the wine is, it is just water.

He tried to support his heavy body, but his legs could hardly support his tired heart. She stood up to hold him and held his hand. Heart full of retention, don't give up. But I can't say it, only tears will express her mind.

How can you stop the painful tears at this time? He can't say anything and he doesn't know what to say. He can't give her a long-term oath, or even a small agreement. He cannot bring her a bright future now. In my heart, it is hate.

This is a night without a moon, and it is a breathtaking night. How many broken hearts have been buried in this vast land? Who can count, and who has the heart to count? !

Naive dark, dreamlike night has begun to cover all around.

He has to leave. Get out of here Go to those strange places, enjoy the monotonous beauty, go to the place where no one talks, and start your own wandering. He set foot on the boat farther and farther away from his lover. Only then did I discover that the most beautiful woman in the world was on the drifting shore, cherished forever with tears in her eyes.

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willow

Still swaying in the wind, thick green branches are stained with amorous feelings, leaving thousands of places to worry about, sending thousands of love and hate, forgetting the original intention and how to miss it, flowing duckweed.

Cicada is singing, it's a little cold, and time is running out. Miss the scenery on the pavilion, sing goodbye, but the rain has stopped. How can those tears stop? How to swallow those tears at night when cicadas are no longer singing? What should I do, tell the customs?

I'm afraid neither Xiaofeng nor the waning moon will care about infatuation, but it will only increase the sadness that is difficult to circle. The green boat wants to go, but the tears on the shore will always look at each other.

forever

How far is forever? Forever, over the years, thousands of miles of smoke are blowing endlessly, and my mood is like fog, sinking and sinking. The Millennium bright moon is gone forever, even if it is clear autumn or even a holiday.

Qian Shan is full of water, but missing can't reach the distance. Missing can't be done, but tender feelings can be torn into silk. Spring grass will grow in the coming year, and acacia will be like tears, like wind chimes breaking the heart, like rain. ...

rain

It's not just memories that are wet. It sings and rings in the fate of life. After three or two drinks, people are drunk, drunk.

Stumbling, in Yang Liuan, cherries are red and plantains are green. The beauty who once held hands, the years are as old as before, and the water is like a spring. ...

Continuous heavy rain

Acacia is endless, such as dripping autumn rain. Nowadays, the night is full of customs, such as falling red patches. No one can complain, such as the beautiful scenery that slowly moistens, but the weather is not beautiful.

But in the world, isn't it just like the willow trees on Naihe Bridge are greener every year, leaving the same amorous feelings with each other, but they can't see their way home, only hear, only hear, and the rain is continuous and dense? ...

clock

Fragmented, gently awakened, sleeping old dreams, once full of melancholy, no mood, no mood, how to say goodbye, how to smile, how to choke in my heart, how to be affectionate and hate since ancient times, how to be lonely like a knife, how to sound like a song in a wind chime, and how to raise it tonight.

The wine has not yet awakened, and the drunkenness is not stable. I looked up at Yun Qi and looked down. Xiaofeng dried my eyes, and the waning moon melted my heart. After years of sadness, there is no end. ...

Reference: Tea enhances fragrance.

5. Ask for 800 words to appreciate Yu Linling's composition. Appreciating Yulin Ridge is full of cold, long sunset, boundless smoke, tears to tears, speechless, sad and euphemistic, full of sadness.

A willow, a crescent moon, a boat, an affectionate traveler, a lonely stranger, affectionate and far from hatred. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, so don't be sad about having a lover.

Time is fixed on the "Lin Yuling" and becomes eternal. ..... The whole word takes "parting" as the clue, which is clear and touching.

The first sentence is the scene before leaving. At the beginning of the sentence, "the cicada moans" and the cicada cracks silently, which sets a strong emotional tone for the whole word.

Sunset, dusk, the beginning of showers, autumn wind with a hint of coolness, spread wantonly in the air ... Write sad feelings with sad scenes, and set off a sad and desolate atmosphere. Then, the author changed the pen, from the scene to the emotion.

Farewell outside the city account, there is no feeling of drinking, the heart is a confidant, reluctant to part. Helpless, the boatman advised him not to stay.

Two hearts hand in hand, tears blurred. At this moment, there is nothing to worry about, only a thousand tears. "Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless."

Such a simple sentence, without a trace of femininity, can cover up the author's attachment and helplessness. I have to admire Yan Qing's skill. After leaving, the ship has sailed into the river. When I saw Smoke from a Thousand Miles, Heavy Twilight and Vast Chutian, my heart became more and more melancholy.

The sadness in my heart is as long as a thousand miles of smoke, as thick as a heavy dusk, and as boundless as the sky of Chu. Using the rhetorical device of metaphor, I successfully wrote a lonely heart of a lonely pedestrian on board, without any support.

The first part actually describes the feelings of Changting's lovers' parting, while the second part focuses on the loneliness and desolation after parting with imagination. "Affectionate has been hurt since ancient times, and it is even more cold!" This sentence is the central idea of the whole word.

The ancients attached great importance to feelings, and the parting works were so touching. Parting fascinates people, and the author combines feelings and words to set off his feelings of parting with "more impressive" than the ancients.

Drink to drown my sorrows, but I don't know, sadness is back, although we drink to drown our sorrows. Drunk and fashionable, what happens when you wake up? As the saying goes, "Yang Liuan has a cool breeze and moonlight", and poets express their feelings of parting with scenery, scenery and the cold moon in the wind.

Graceful willow branches show tenderness when leaving, the cool breeze in autumn is just like the desolation after leaving, and the coldness of the waning moon coincides with the feeling of sadness. Emotions are surging, and all the blanks in my heart are filled with sadness.

Think about it year after year, without a bosom friend, its moments of beauty have become nothing, and there have been thousands of feelings since then, and no one has told it. In this way, the whole word begins with a bleak scene and ends with a sad atmosphere.

I only appreciate poetry, but there are lovers who never give up. Who can hit the nail on the head? Things are different, times have changed, and feelings have hurt and left since ancient times. Don't leave your lover.

6. Seeking 800 words to appreciate Yu Linling's composition

There are chills, the sunset is long, the smoke is vast, the eyes are tearful, there is nothing to say, and it is sad and euphemistic.

A willow, a bright moon, a boat, an affectionate traveler, a lonely stranger, affectionate and far from hatred.

Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, so don't be sad about having a lover. Time is fixed on the "Lin Yuling" and becomes eternal.

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The whole word takes "parting" as the clue, which is clear and touching.

The first sentence is the scene before leaving. At the beginning of the sentence, "the cicada moans" and the cicada cracks silently, which sets a strong emotional tone for the whole word.

Sunset, dusk, the beginning of showers, autumn wind with a hint of coolness, spread wantonly in the air ... Write sad feelings with sad scenes, and set off a sad and desolate atmosphere.

Then, the author changed the pen, from the scene to the emotion. Farewell outside the city account, there is no feeling of drinking, the heart is a confidant, reluctant to part. Helpless, the boatman advised him not to stay. Two hearts hand in hand, tears blurred. At this moment, there is nothing to worry about, only a thousand tears.

"Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless." Such a simple sentence, without a trace of femininity, can cover up the author's attachment and helplessness. I have to admire Yan Qing's skill.

After leaving, the ship has sailed into the river. When I saw Smoke from a Thousand Miles, Heavy Twilight and Vast Chutian, my heart became more and more melancholy. The sadness in my heart is as long as a thousand miles of smoke, as thick as a heavy dusk, and as boundless as the sky of Chu. Using the rhetorical device of metaphor, I successfully wrote a lonely heart of a lonely pedestrian on board, without any support.

The first part actually describes the feelings of Changting's lovers' parting, while the second part focuses on the loneliness and desolation after parting with imagination.

"Affectionate has been hurt since ancient times, and it is even more cold!" This sentence is the central idea of the whole word. The ancients attached great importance to feelings, and the parting works were so touching. Parting fascinates people, and the author combines feelings and words to set off his feelings of parting with "more impressive" than the ancients.

Drink to drown my sorrows, but I don't know, sadness is back, although we drink to drown our sorrows. Drunk and fashionable, what happens when you wake up? As the saying goes, "Yang Liuan has a cool breeze and moonlight", and poets express their feelings of parting with scenery, scenery and the cold moon in the wind. Graceful willow branches show tenderness when leaving, the cool breeze in autumn is just like the desolation after leaving, and the coldness of the waning moon coincides with the feeling of sadness.

Emotions are surging, and all the blanks in my heart are filled with sadness. Think about it year after year, without a bosom friend, its moments of beauty have become nothing, and there have been thousands of feelings since then, and no one has told it.

In this way, the whole word begins with a bleak scene and ends with a sad atmosphere.

I only appreciate poetry, but there are lovers who never give up. Who can hit the nail on the head?

Things are different, times have changed, and feelings have hurt and left since ancient times. Don't leave your lover.

7. Please rewrite "Lin Yuling" into prose, and remember Lin Yuling quickly.

Cold wind,

Willow leaves are young,

Blow out the fragrance of the green soul and the water in the wild grass pool.

Lonely coast,

A distracted window account,

After the rain,

Cicada is even sadder.

With the helpless sadness of rolling water.

Yes, I'm leaving soon.

In this bleak autumn festival, an unknown night. After the rain, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on his pale face as much as possible, but he was not interested in seeing the sunset that was about to leave Bianjing.

A pair of gloomy eyes, symbolically looking at the distance, and then he will go to that wandering place. In my eyes, I am reluctant and confused. It's not that he can't give up the glitz and bright lights here, but his attachment to the girl he loves deeply. The whole Bianjing lighting is not even as good as one of her eyes!

She poured the wine slowly. So slow that tears are dripping into the wine. She was even more reluctant to part with Liu Lang, and from then on, she lived far apart. This, of course, three changes know. He didn't dare to speak, for fear that this opening would pierce the emotional balance, for fear that she would be more sad.

The boat under the river always doesn't know how to delay, and the boat has come early.

Liuyong finally got a little excited. He looked down at the wine on the table, picked up the warm glass, and gulped it down with a sour heart. At this time, no matter how strong the wine is, it will be just like clear water.

He wants to support his heavy body, but his legs can hardly support his tired heart. She quickly stood up to hold him and held his hand. Heart full of retention, don't give up. But I can't say it. Only tears expressed her mind. Those are lingering tears, hot and humid.

How to stop the tears of suffering at this time? He can't say anything and he doesn't know what to say. He couldn't give her a long-term oath or even a small agreement. He cannot bring her a bright future now. Hate in my heart.

This is a night without a moon, and it is a terrible night. How many broken hearts have been buried in this vast land? Who can count, and who has the heart to count? !

Naive dark, dreamlike night has begun to cover all around.

He has to leave. Get out of here Go to those strange places. See the monotonous beauty, go where no one talks. Start your own wandering. He set foot on the boat farther and farther away from his lover. Only then did I find that the most beautiful woman in the world was drifting on the shore, always collected by tears.

Step 8 use

Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.

Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.

After a long time, (people who love each other are no longer together,) I estimate that even if there is good weather and good scenery, it will be the same as nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell? .

9. Why do I feel particularly sad when I ask for an extension of Liu Yong's Yu Linling? Can it also perceive my inner helplessness? The pavilion at dusk is so cruel. How many lovers did it send away? The autumn wind blew a drop of rain and fell on me. I can feel its cold. I can't bear to enjoy this wonderful food. I only hope that wine can take away the sadness flowing in my blood and the memory of this lingering place in my mind.

The boat can't wait, it will take me away from this haunted place. My heart is hard to give up, and my hand holds her hand tightly. Her tears touched my heart deeply in the twilight. When I think of the past, I have a thousand words in my heart, but at this time I can only look at each other with tears. That sadness sealed my throat and filled my heart. I can understand everything in her eyes, so can she. My melancholy is as long as this thousand miles of smoke, and my sadness is as heavy as dusk. Looking around, how small I am in the vast Chu world, where is my future?

Sentimental people from ancient times to the present are always sad for leaving, and so am I, not to mention this bleak autumn? The wine woke up, and the sorrow woke up. It was like a willow, and the cool wind blew, leaving me with a broken moon. This time, year after year, good times and beautiful scenes are all illusory. Who can I tell about my endless love and lovesickness?