Extended Combination 600 Zhong Er

1. The story of Zhong Er has been expanded. As dusk falls and the sun sets in the west, birds flock back to their nests. At this time, a group of people are driving in the wilderness outside Wulucheng. They are Zhong Er, the son of Jin who was forced to flee, and his entourage. Zhong Er sat in the carriage, which made him sway from side to side. Ears are used to the creaking sound of carriage wheels, and Zhong Er stares straight at the sky.

A flock of birds flew over his head, and Zhong Er sighed and said, "Alas! Birds have nests to return to, and dogs have nests to return to. I am a son of the State of Jin, why should I wander in this wilderness? " He looked down at the crowd, and they all bowed their heads. The prisoner lashed the horse and said, "We must! If we don't escape, the guild will push us to the wall. As long as we borrow military forces from other countries, we can definitely go back and take back the throne. Now that Huai Gong is unpopular, I am afraid it will not last long. " Zhong Er squinted at the sun. In his mind, he dreamed that he was wearing a royal robe and sitting in a high position. For a long time, he came to his senses and said, "I wish God could help me, but this sunset wasteland is so desolate that I feel very sad!" " "Everyone was silent.

After a while, Zhong Er said, "I haven't eaten all day today. I am very hungry. " Hu Yan said, "We are hungry, too. There is a forest ahead. Maybe someone will live there. Let's buy something to eat. "

There were people living there, and Zhong Er and his team came to a field. The land here is barren and the wheat seedlings are sparse. An old farmer is weeding in the field. Zhong Er stepped forward and said, "I am the son of the State of Jin. I was really hungry when I fled here. I hope the old man will give me something to eat. " The old farmer straightened up, wiped the sweat from his head and looked it up and down. He looked around and thought, I haven't eaten all day, so I have something to eat for you. Gave a wry smile, squatted down and took a piece of clay carat to Zhong Er. Zhong Er was furious and scolded, "How dare you tease me!" He said he would whip him if he raised the whip. The criminal grabbed Zhong Er and said, "No, son, this is a gift from heaven! Clods are a symbol of the country and a harbinger of the country's establishment. " Hearing this, Zhong Er immediately kowtowed to the old farmer, solemnly took the clod, wrapped it and put it in the car.

Zhong Er and others continue to ride forward. The rolling carriage passed by, rolling up the dust all over the sky. Zhong Er no longer felt hungry, only felt that the setting sun was shining.

2. The story of Zhong Er has been extended. As dusk falls and the sun sets in the west, birds flock back to their nests. At this time, a group of people are driving in the wilderness outside Wulucheng. They are Zhong Er, the son of Jin who was forced to flee, and his entourage. Zhong Er sat in the carriage, which made him sway from side to side. Ears are used to the creaking sound of carriage wheels, and Zhong Er stares straight at the sky.

A flock of birds flew over his head, and Zhong Er sighed and said, "Alas! Birds have nests to return to, and dogs have nests to return to. I am a son of the State of Jin, why should I wander in this wilderness? " He looked down at the crowd, and they all bowed their heads. The prisoner lashed the horse and said, "We must! If we don't escape, the guild will push us to the wall. As long as we borrow military forces from other countries, we can definitely go back and take back the throne. Now that Huai Gong is unpopular, I am afraid it will not last long. " Zhong Er squinted at the sun. In his mind, he dreamed that he was wearing a royal robe and sitting in a high position. For a long time, he came to his senses and said, "I wish God could help me, but this sunset wasteland is so desolate that I feel very sad!" " "Everyone was silent.

After a while, Zhong Er said, "I haven't eaten all day today. I am very hungry. " Hu Yan said, "We are hungry, too. There is a forest ahead. Maybe someone will live there. Let's buy something to eat. "

There were people living there, and Zhong Er and his team came to a field. The land here is barren and the wheat seedlings are sparse. An old farmer is weeding in the field. Zhong Er stepped forward and said, "I am the son of the State of Jin. I was really hungry when I fled here. I hope the old man will give me something to eat. " The old farmer straightened up, wiped the sweat from his head and looked it up and down. He looked around and thought, I haven't eaten all day, so I have something to eat for you. Gave a wry smile, squatted down and took a piece of clay carat to Zhong Er. Zhong Er was furious and scolded, "How dare you tease me!" He said he would whip him if he raised the whip. The criminal grabbed Zhong Er and said, "No, son, this is a gift from heaven! Clods are a symbol of the country and a harbinger of the country's establishment. " Hearing this, Zhong Er immediately kowtowed to the old farmer, solemnly took the clod, wrapped it and put it in the car.

Zhong Er and others continue to ride forward. The rolling carriage passed by, rolling up the dust all over the sky. Zhong Er no longer felt hungry, only felt that the setting sun was shining.

3. Write an 800-word essay about Zhong Er. Please help me. Life Collisions in the Air —— Comment on The Exile of Zhong Er, the Golden Childe 2008-07-1316:17 Zhong Er began to live in exile at the age of 42. The golden age of his life collided helplessly in the air, as if God intended to build a monarch of an era, in the sky.

He is the eldest son of Jin Xiangong. He is naturally intelligent and deeply loved by the public. It is natural for him to be a prince, but because his younger brother Shen Sheng is Qi Huangong's nephew, Shen Sheng became a prince because of power relations and other factors. It's nothing. He is still in the palace and is highly valued by his father. Later, he was persecuted by Jin Xiangong's favorite concubine, Li Ji, and forced to flee for no reason.

I lived in my native country for twelve years and gave birth to two sons. Because his younger brother Jin was afraid that he would return to China to seize power one day, he sent someone to Diguo to kill him, but once again his wife and children did not escape from Diguo. Passing by Weiguo, Wei Wengong deliberately made things difficult for him to open the city gate. He is too hungry to beg from farmers in Lu Wu. The farmer gave him a piece of soil to eat. In the state of Qi, under the care of his wife, Ma and his wife lived a comfortable life, but this life did not last long. After Qi Huangong's death, the various scholars of the State of Qi competed for the throne in chaos, and his wife, Chiang Kai-shek and his son forced him to leave the State of Qi to prevent him from drowning his sorrows in wine. Here, Cao * * * took advantage of his bath to see his privacy (threat) and offered him a meal and food. In the Song Dynasty, Song Xianggong sent eighty horses. In Zheng's view, it is not polite. When he arrived in Chu, the king of Chu was far-sighted and hospitable, but Yin was ordered to be killed by Chu. Because Jin and Jin Huaigong broke their word and were annoyed, they were invited to Qin by Qin. Qin married him five wives, including his daughter Huai Bo. With the help of the State of Qin, he returned to the State of Jin and became a vassal in less than half a month. After returning home, Jin's old minister, Lu's nephew and Rui were assassinated. Thanks to the eunuch's advance notice, they were spared.

The world is very complicated, and the trajectory of life is not our own choice, but we just collide blindly in the air. Any factor, any link will change a person's fate. You see, although Zhong Er was born noble, talented and protected by a group of wise ministers, he suffered humiliation and pain during his exile in 19 years, and he also received care and help. These grievances are unpredictable and do not depend on human will. No one can control his own destiny.

4. The method and skill of how to develop this composition is to expand and enrich the original text and expand the simple original text into an article that meets the requirements of the topic.

Expanding writing needs to fully open up ideas, expand imagination, create rationally, and train divergent thinking ability. The expanded genre can be narrative, argumentative or expository, but narrative is the most common.

Mostly fables or short stories. There are two main forms of expansion: one is free expansion, that is, the place that needs to be expanded is not specified in the title, and the respondent chooses it himself; The other is to specify the extension type, that is, the scope and requirements of the extension have been drawn in the title.

(1) Basic requirements for expanding writing The general requirements for expanding writing are: to expand the content of writing, we should pay attention to the rational development of plots and the unity of characters; It is necessary to enrich the content on the basis of the original text, so that the focus is prominent and the center is clear; Enlargement generally does not change the person and genre of the article.

5. Kneeling for the story of "Twenty-four Filial Pieties" and writing more than 600 words of "Searching for the Gods" Volume 11, Wang Xiangzi is a wicked man.

Filial piety At the beginning of the funeral, the stepmother Zhu was not kind, so count it.

Because I lost my love for my father, I swept the cow away every time. Parents are ill and can't take off their clothes.

Mother often wants to eat raw fish, and when it is cold and frozen, she will take off her clothes and cut ice for it. The ice suddenly dissolved itself, and the double carp jumped out.

Mother thought of yellowbird roast again, and dozens of yellowbirds came to her curtain for her mother. The whole village was amazed and thought it was caused by Xiaogan.

The Book of Jin (Volume 33) is the third biography of Wang Xiang. Wang Xiang, whose name is Hugh, is a Linyi native and a doctor in the Han Dynasty. Zuren, Qingzhou secretariat.

If the father and, the government can't monarch. Auspicious and filial.

In her early years, her stepmother Zhu was unkind and was scolded for losing her love for her father. Every time I sweep the cows, I am even more respectful.

Parents are sick and can't take off their clothes. Soup and medicine must be tasted. Mother often wants to eat raw fish. When it is cold and freezing, Xiang will take off her clothes and peel the ice for it. The ice suddenly dissolved on its own, and the double carp jumped out and returned.

Mother thought of yellowbird moxibustion again, and dozens of yellowbirds flew into the curtains she made for her mother. The village was stunned and thought it was caused by Xiaogan.

It's very dangerous. My mother ordered me to watch it. Every time it rains and winds, Xiang needs to hold the tree and cry. His filial piety is so pure.

In the Yuan Dynasty, Guo compiled the stories of 24 filial sons in ancient times into Twenty-four Filial Pieties, which became a popular reading to promote filial piety. Among them, Wang Xiang, the owner of the story "Sleeping on ice as a carp", is listed as one of the twenty-four filial piety, which proves that the story has existed since the Yuan Dynasty. Xiaogan moves the sky, plays colorful entertainment and kisses deer milk, which means heartache, single clothing, obedience to mother, tasting soup and medicine, picking fruits for parents to bury their children, selling themselves to bury their father, carving wood, kissing Yongquan Yue carp, holding tangerines, kissing pillows, soft clothes, crying Lei Lei's tomb for female servants, crying bamboo shoots, lying on ice, looking for carp to save tigers, saving fathers, eating mosquitoes, tasting feces, and worrying.

His mother died young, his stepmother Zhu and his son Wang Lan. Zhu's preference for his son often made Wang Xiang do heavy work and eat rough rice.

But Wang Xiang was filial to his parents and never slacked off. Wang Xiang can't take off his clothes when his parents are ill. He takes care of them day and night, and tastes both soup and medicine first.

Stepmother wanted to eat fresh fish, but she froze to death and had nowhere to buy it. Wang Xiang braved the cold wind to undress and lay on the ice on the river. The ice became warm and a carp jumped out. He happily took it home to show his respect for his stepmother.

This incident deeply touched the stepmother. After her stepmother died, Wang Xiang was heartbroken and buried according to the ceremony.

Wang Xiang takes good care of his brother Wang Lan. Wang Lan has great respect for his brother, and his brothers, friends and brothers are all respected and famous. At that time, people called their residence "filial piety". Linyi's "filial piety" still exists today.

The ladder of filial piety praised Wang Xiang for lying on the ice and seeking carp, and there were filial piety in all directions. Stepmother Wang Lan followed the example of your brother's allusions to explain Jin and Wang Xiang. The first time I lost my mother, my stepmother Zhu was unkind.

My father did the math before, so he lost his love for his parents. When you want to eat raw fish, it is cold and frozen, so you can take off your clothes and lie on the ice.

The ice suddenly dissolved on its own, and the double carp jumped out and returned to its mother. Wang Xiang of the Jin Dynasty lost his mother in his early years, and his stepmother Zhu was unkind. She often tells her father about Wang Xiang, thus losing his love.

One winter, her stepmother Zhu was ill and wanted to eat carp. But because it was cold and the river was frozen, Wang Xiang lay naked on the ice and prayed. Suddenly, the ice cracked and two carp jumped out of the crack. Wang Xiangxi went back to worship his stepmother. His behavior is a much-told story in Shili Village.

People all praise Wang Xiang as a rare dutiful son in the world. There is a poem praising: there is a stepmother in the world, but Wang Xiang doesn't; Up to now, there is still an ice model lying on the river. Every word is implemented: extremely, very.

Kindness: kindness: saying bad things under the cow and framing others: referring to cowshed roasting: roasting (meat); Barbecue Curtain: Brief introduction of the protagonist of the tabernacle Wang Xiang (184-268), a native of Linyi, was a minister of the Western Jin Dynasty. Wang Xiang was knighted for his filial piety and merits, and Wang Xiang lived in seclusion for more than 20 years. Later, he became Daxing Nong, an ordinary county magistrate from Wenxian County.

He died at the age of eighty-four, and his filial piety was sung for generations. Allusions extended to lying on the ice looking for carp. The north wind roared and the cold wind blew hard.

Wang Xiang carried a big bundle of dry wood, braved the strong wind, and finally came home from the mountains to get firewood. He feels headache, fever and general weakness.

As soon as he got home, he lay down uncomfortable. After a while, my stepmother came into the room.

"Wang Xiang, get up and heat the kang for your father and me!" "I ..." Before Wang Xiang finished, her stepmother shouted, "Lazy pig, get up and work!" Wang Xiang had to get up in high spirits and do as her stepmother told her. At this time, my father came back.

The stepmother immediately slandered Wang Xiang's father and said, "Husband, Xiang Jin doesn't know what's going on. He is very lazy. Just now I found that he fell asleep without burning the kang.

This is outrageous! "Hearing this, the father immediately flew into a rage. He called Wang Xiang at once, and reprimanded him without asking: "Xianger, if you don't finish your work today, you will sleep in.

Why on earth? ""Dad, today I ... "Wang Xiang was speechless. No matter how wronged I am, I don't support my father at ordinary times.

"Don't do this in the future, it won't happen again!" Wang Xiang grievance to back out. Soon, the stepmother felt depressed and uncomfortable.

Father called the doctor and felt his stepmother's pulse. The doctor prescribed a prescription, claiming that only carp soup would be effective in treating diseases.

But where can I buy carp? In this cold season, there are no carp in the market at all. What are we going to do? Everyone is worried about this.

Without further ado, Wang Xiang walked alone to the river outside the village. "Wang Xiang, where are you going?" Father asked.

"I'm going to the river outside the village." "It freezes in winter there. What are you doing there? " "Father, leave it alone!" "The child must have gone there to play again.

You see, what's the use of having this baby? After all these years, I feel nothing. I'm seriously ill now. He should go out to play. What an unfilial son! "said the stepmother.

Wang Xiang came to the river and saw a thick layer of ice on it. At this moment, Wang Xiang took off his coat and lay on the ice.

Wang Xiang just melted a piece of ice with his body temperature. Wang Xiang broke the ice and saw many carp under it.

In spite of the cold weather, he reached out and caught two carp. He happily took the fish home.

"Dad, there are fish, there are fish!" "Where did it come from?" Father is confused. Wang Xiang introduced the process of taking fish in detail.

Wang Xiang's parents are very moved, especially her stepmother. She took Wang Xiang's hand in shame and said shyly, "Xianger, you are really a good boy. I have wronged you for my mother before, and I will never abandon you again.

6. The "Cold Food Festival" is formed one or two days before Tomb-Sweeping Day on the first day of the sixth lunar month, which is a traditional festival in ancient China. According to legend, the custom of forbidding fire in cold food was carried out to commemorate meson push, and there is also a story of "burning Mianshan" in this custom.

Jiezitui was a native of Jin in the Spring and Autumn Period. Jiezitui followed Zhong Er 19 years during his escape from Zhong Er, the son of the State of Jin. Zhong Er escaped from the country of Wei, hungry, so Jiezitui cut a piece of meat from his thigh and cooked it into soup for Zhong Er. Zhong Er is very grateful, boasting that mesons have the advantage of "cutting stocks to serve you". When Zhong Er returned to the State of Jin (not Jin Wengong) and rewarded his entourage, he only forgot to recommend him. Meson pushes his mother into Mianshan (now Jiexiu County, Shanxi Province) to live in seclusion. When Jin Wengong woke up, he went to Mianshan to ask to meet Jiexiu, but Jiexiu refused to meet him. Jin Wengong decided to set fire to the forest, thinking that by doing so, the filial meson would come out to save his mother's life. Unexpectedly, meson would rather die than go out of the mountain, hugging his mother and burning under a big tree. Jin Wengong buried him in Mianshan and changed Mianshan to Jieshan. At the same time, inform the whole country that it is forbidden to cook with a fire on the day of meson's death, and only cold food is allowed on this day. This is the origin of the Cold Food Festival.

As the Cold Food Festival is at the end of spring, the outdoor air is fresh and the scenery is pleasant, which is a good day for outing. The ancients attached great importance to this festival. On this day, no matter the government or the people, every family forbids fire and eats cold food. Now that the Cold Food Festival is out of fashion, it naturally blends with Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Today is the Cold Food Festival, and everyone is immersed in the festive atmosphere. However, this cold food in my family is unusual, almost burning hundreds of big trees.

In the afternoon, grandpa called me, my sister and brother, with shovels and paper, to add soil to the mausoleum and burn paper. Looking at the green wheat seedlings around us and enjoying the beautiful spring breeze, my brother and I quarreled all the way and soon arrived at the mausoleum. We learn from grandpa's way, hoe the earth on the grave into a roof shape bit by bit, and seek a kind of beauty. After all, we don't have the strength to fight. If it doesn't rain for a long time, it will take some effort to hoe the ground. We just wait for grandpa to remove the dry soil on the surface, and the bottom will be wet. Not long after that, with the efforts of grandpa and us, the graves were renovated one by one. After this work was finished, we pressed the tomb paper, set the table and started burning paper. Draw a circle first, then set the ingot and start burning.

A sudden gust of wind blew unburned paper to the edge of the forest. Now that the weather is dry, the dead leaves on the ground burn immediately, and the area is not large, only a small piece. Seeing this scene, grandpa said, "You should use branches to put down the fire and put it out quickly." I picked up a branch and smoked a cigarette. The fire followed the wind and quickly spread five or six meters. The fire is getting worse and worse. Grandpa had to let his sister burn the paper first and put out the fire with a shovel. Why is the fire getting harder and harder to control with the wind? No matter how hard we try, it still doesn't help. Fortunately, Grandpa used his quick wits to surround the fire of dozens of square meters with a shovel and dug a 50 cm wide isolation belt. I desperately pushed the dead leaves around me into the distance, which was the only thing that saved the remaining hundreds of trees. However, after all this cleaning, I have become a "coal miner", and some of the water in my room has been roasted, and I am thirsty at once.

After this "disaster", I suddenly realized that the traditional way of offering sacrifices really needs to be changed, especially in spring and summer festivals, when the weather is dry and the wind is strong, it is easy to cause fires. Wouldn't it be nice for us to express our nostalgia by offering flowers and so on in the future?

7. The sooner the better, the more 600 words you can write about snow. We've been apart for too long.

As soon as I walked out of the classroom, I looked up at the sky. The sky is gray, without the usual dazzling light of the sun. There is a cool breeze blowing right against the face, straight at people's necks. I can't help feeling a chill all over. I took a deep breath, suddenly felt that my insides were clear and natural, and then gently spit it out. The white fog flew out of my mouth and gradually disappeared into the air.

The snow is pouring down, and its figure is fascinating. It flies in the air, and I watch it dance and fly up and down. I seem to have entered a wonderful fairy tale world. "Rustling, rustling" little snowflake falls on me, and its light, pure, lovely and crystal clear body makes me seem to have entered the world of snow.

I grabbed a few small snowflakes with my hand and looked at them carefully. How cute! Cold hands, the in the mind can't help but surges a heat flow. I watched it gradually disappear, disappear ... leaving me with a fairy-tale dream.

Snow in the south, we have been apart for too long, I hope we will never be apart again. ...

"Wow-"The students cheered and screamed. Many students ran to shake the branches and opened their mouths to pick up the snow on the trees. "Wow" the snow on the tree was shaken down, but it turned the students under the tree into "old people". His clothes, hair and face are white. Look at him again, but he smiled under the tree ...

I looked up at the "elves" and "cuties" flying in the sky and couldn't help but close my eyes gently. Suddenly, a small snowflake fell on my face, cold and fluffy. Although I want to take it down, I can't bear to hurt it. Gradually, surrounded by snow, I entered a fairy tale world. ...

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. I opened my eyes and saw many strange phenomena. Many students are running around the playground with umbrellas. What are they doing? The result is more snow. There are more and more snowflakes under the umbrella, and finally they can be kneaded into a snowball, so a snowball war begins. ...

"Ha ha ha ....." The students kept laughing on the playground, and I couldn't help but sigh: "It's good to snow!"

8. Go back to the garden and start a composition of 600 words. Unconsciously, I came to a village in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

At this time, I saw a man in blue robe carrying a hoe, coming out of the thatched cottage, facing the morning sun and accompanied by morning fog, coming to the field and starting to clean up weeds. It seems that he is not good at farming, and the grass grows very high. But bean sprouts seem to be sparse, and you can't tell without looking carefully. The road is narrow, the grass is long, and the dew in the morning wets his clothes.

This man is really familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere. Take a closer look, yo! And hooked a pot of wine, ah! Isn't this Tao Yuanming?

I walked over to watch him weed. He seemed to see me and smiled at me. I asked him if he was Tao Yuanming. He was surprised and agreed.

Then, we talked a lot. When I asked him why he lived in seclusion, he sighed and said regretfully, "Do you think I don't want to contribute to my country? Do you think I'm really the kind of person who ignores the life and death of the country? I also want to contribute to my country! However, a gentleman must maintain national integrity and cannot bend over for five buckets of rice! "

Hearing this, I was amazed and felt that this is really a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune.

After a while, he seemed tired and thirsty. He took out his hip flask and began to drink, as if he were still watching something. I listened carefully, and it turned out to be: picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan. My impression is that this man likes drinking very much.

In the evening, he invited me to his house to play, and I agreed. When I arrived at his thatched cottage, I found many chrysanthemums planted around. Yes, this is a person who loves chrysanthemums.

At this moment, a woman in plain clothes came out of the room. I see, this is his wife Zhai, who shares the same interests with Tao Yuanming and lives together.

When I left, I asked him if he regretted this isolated life. He said he didn't regret it, and it was his dream to stay away from this world. He has long wanted to do this. Finally, he said: rural life is really beautiful!

9. Tomb-Sweeping Day's composition is about 600 words. There are many traditional festivals in China, such as Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Double Ninth Festival. Among them, Tomb-Sweeping Day is my favorite, because its origin is very intriguing.

Tomb-Sweeping Day was related to Jin Wengong and Zhong Er, the five tyrants in the Spring and Autumn Period. Zhong Er's earlobe is very big, his ribs are connected together, and there are two eyes in one eye. There was civil strife in the state of Jin, and the sons Yiwu and Zhong Er fled outside. The son Yiwu killed Prince Kim and was even more rude to him. Zhong Er had to go with Hu Yan, Jie Zitui and others. On the way, Zhong Er, the son, was dying because he swallowed weeds for days, but where is a doctor in the wild mountains? In order to cut off a piece of thigh meat for his master, Jiezitui made a fire and gave the broth to Zhong Er. He recovered.

He went to the State of Qin, and with the help of Qin Mugong, he returned to the State of Jin and became an official in A Jin. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Jin Wengong sealed all his active ministers. Someone told him that the broth was pushed by mesons, saying that Zhong Er forgot to seal mesons. So he regretted forgetting to promote the title for meson, but now that six ministers have done it, he went to ask meson to promote him to be an official. Who knows that Jie Zitui lived in seclusion in Mianshan, and Wen Gong never forgot his roots. He personally went to Mianshan to invite him, but he couldn't find him.

Someone has come up with a bad idea: burning the mountain will let him out. But Jiezitui and his mother just couldn't get out, and then they burned two old willows in their arms. Wen Gong ordered the whole country to mourn Jiexiu, renamed Mianshan Jiexiu, and stipulated that it was forbidden to burn fire and insert willows on this day every year, and designated April 5 as Qingming Festival, also known as Cold Food Festival.

For two thousand years, we in China have always attached great importance to this festival. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, every household doesn't need fire one day, but only eats some vegetables or green dumplings the next day. Recently, our country has designated it as a legal holiday. Let people have time to worship their ancestors, sweep graves and hike.

Tomb-Sweeping Day symbolizes the tradition of China for thousands of years, showing the loyalty and feelings of China people and the gratitude of China people. That's why I like Tomb-Sweeping Day.

10. I stood on the threshold of the humble room and thought a lot: in fact, the mountain is neither high nor low. If a fairy comes, Fairy Mountain will naturally become famous.

In fact, the water is not deep, as long as there is a dragon hidden inside, which can make the water rise with bursts of air, then the water becomes spiritual and full of vitality. Compared with famous mountains and rivers, my small house seems to have something in common with them.

Although shabby, my moral character is noble, as if this room is shrouded in a faint aura, and the room doesn't look humble. My life, as long as you carefully observe, then you can't see that this is a "humble room".

Look! This glittering green moss grows slowly along the steps, leaving a beautiful trace of shining light, and that full and fresh green is coming at you; Outside the exquisite spinning curtain, there is a touch of onion dissolution. With a light touch, the color will fall apart, flow in your field of vision, and finally spin in your beautiful memory. I smiled.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door. It should be some of my old friends! We walked into the room arm in arm and sat down face to face. I made some fragrant tea and everyone was laughing. So, we talk about geography from astronomy and state affairs from hearing.

My old friends are all literati, writers and gentlemen with good manners. I never associate with those uneducated Mahas, and I have nothing in common with them.

Unconsciously, after a few hours, all my friends left, but I still have two friends with me. It's a friend of Qin.

I caressed the piano gently, and beautiful music flowed out of the mountains and seas, making waves in the house, sometimes ups and downs, sometimes soothing, and I completely integrated into it, forgetting the worldly troubles. After the sound of the piano, I took a Buddhist scripture off the shelf and read it quietly, looking for spiritual comfort between the lines. All the troubles and pains are fading away. I am very satisfied.

There are no noisy bamboo and stringed instruments. No stacks of bad official documents give me heavy pressure; There is only a quiet soul echoing here, and I feel very happy to live in this room easily and away from the secular world! The thatched cottage in Zhu Gekongming, Nanyang, and the pavilion in Yangzi Cloud, Sichuan are all simple, but there are unusual people living in simple places, and then the deserted places will flourish because of people's noble character and intelligence! If Confucius were still alive, he would surely say, "What's so humble about living with a noble gentleman?" .