A 400-word story rewrite

① A 400-word composition adapted by Ren.

On a beautiful spring day, Yang Wanli, a poet who loves to travel, sailed in a boat to Anren, ready to visit his friends there.

The scenery along the way is beautiful, the surrounding mountains are undulating, the surrounding flowers and trees are reflected on the sparkling water, and small fish jump out of the water from time to time. Yang Wanli couldn't help being intoxicated by the beautiful and quiet scenery.

Suddenly, a fishing boat came into his sight, and he saw only two children sitting on the boat in the distance. One is wearing a red Chinese corset and the other is wearing white shorts. Both of them tied a braid in the air, which was very cute. Yang Wanli immediately became interested. He slowly caught up with the fishing boat and followed them. Yang Wanli found that the two children were not punting, the bamboo poles and paddles were put at the stern, but the boat was moving slowly. He couldn't help but have a question: why not use bamboo poles to punt the boat? Is it broken? Then why does the boat swim by itself? So Yang Wanli approached the small fishing boat and found that the children had already held up a big umbrella. I don't know what they are talking about. Yang Wanli shouted to the children, "Hey, is there a problem with the your boat? Why are you holding up your umbrella again? "

The children laughed for a while, and then said in unison, "Guess!" Yang Wanli looked at the sky and asked, "Is it going to rain?" "no!" The child laughed as he spoke. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the boat got off the boat and sailed far and fast. Yang Wanli suddenly realized that your umbrella is used as a sail! In this way, you can not only row hard, but also avoid drying. What a good idea to kill two birds with one stone! How clever!

After Yang Wanli, who is full of poetry, came to Anren, he wrote this song "Crossing Anren":

On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.

Strange people hold umbrellas for a long time without rain, not to cover the sky, but to create the wind.

(2) Rewrite the story with "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", with 400 words.

Moonlit Night on the Spring River (Prose)

In the night, the river drips quietly to the horizon and gradually melts into the boundless darkness. In an instant, the moon was born with the tide, and the world was suddenly enlightened. Clear moon and clear water are so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed. Being in it, a trace of melancholy will unconsciously penetrate the whole body, unable to extricate itself, and do not want to extricate itself.

The moon gently covered the river with silver gauze, and the river was happy. It jumps forward like a child, showing off. Water and the moon are always their favorites. With the moon, the water is more lively. With water, the moon is more beautiful. The river is clear and bright. The gentle river bypasses Xiaoting in the water. In the silver moonlight, it is quiet and full of vitality. Flowers and plants seem to have fallen asleep, but listen, the air is full of their whispers and whispers. You see, the beauty like snow is a sea of flowers, because the air is full of fragrance. I can't see what flower it is. The moon is for you. Hazy flowers are more beautiful. Running water carries falling flowers, and there is a tenderness besides sadness. Snow-like flower forest, gentle running water, the collocation of couples. The moon makes the world exquisite, and it also makes the world hazy. The white and soft beach by the river is as empty as a dream, but incredibly real. This month, this flower and this water constitute this spring night.

There is silence between heaven and earth, and there is a majesty in silence, loving this month, this river, this flower and this night like a father.

How long has it been? I'm here for a vigil? Thousands of years? Or tens of thousands of years? I can't remember. It's been too long. This eternal night! Life is in a hurry, ups and downs, and things change. Do you remember who first looked at the moon and sighed? Who first enjoyed the beautiful scenery of this river? Who was the first to feel that things had changed? I don't remember. It's been too long.

Life has changed from generation to generation. I thought I would stay with you at night, but I heard the voice in my heart say, no, it's not you anymore! I defended myself: no, I have been here. The night hasn't changed, nor have I. The night smiled without a word, but gently caged me with a wide black robe. I suddenly woke up. Once upon a time, I had such a familiar feeling. Probably in a previous life. I am speechless. Yes, this night has experienced countless times in my life. She knows everything. The river and the moon in front of me are my eternal gifts. I see, my life will be short and eternal, just like the lost river.

Shaking my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts, but falling into deeper depression.

Whose boat is floating alone in the moonlight? Are the people on board worried about her wandering in the moonlight? The moonlight shines on the balcony like water, adding a bit of sadness, helplessness and loneliness. Sorrow sneaks into the window like moonlight. The bead curtain hanging on the door covers the weeping people in the room, but it can't cover the acacia that permeates around. Looking around, it seems that there are memories and sweetness everywhere. In a blink of an eye, life is the end of the world. It's a wonderful feeling to bathe in the same moonlight and miss each other. The story of Hongyan is just a legend after all. How do birds convey this sacred lovesickness?

Wandering on the boat, do you also think of your hometown that you haven't returned for a long time? I went back to my hometown thousands of times in my dream and suddenly woke up, still outside the mountain. Can the quietly flowing river convey people's love for acacia? The river is silent.

The river has gone forever and resolutely, taking away a lot and leaving a lot. Spring is coming to an end, and flowers are falling. The moon sinks in the west, as if determined to return. This river, this flower and this month will all disappear, which is a bit sad. This night will also vanish. "No," said a firm voice, "they are eternal, you forget. Yes, forever. I said to myself.

There is an endless road ahead, and I don't even know where it will lead. I stepped on it without hesitation, full of emotion and hope. I believe there will be my emotional closeness at the end of the road.

The moon finally fell-reflecting the loose river trees, shaking down the glory of the whole river.

(3) Rewrite a fairy tale of more than 400 words.

There is a pea pods with five small peas in it. Second, the little pea that wanted to fly to the sun did not land on the sun, but in the moon palace of Chang 'e.

In the evening, the fairy Chang 'e is going to sleep. Suddenly, she found something behind her, got up and looked, huh? It turned out that the pea landed on Chang 'e's bed. Fairy Chang 'e had never seen peas. She picked them up and asked them, "Who are you and why are you in my bed?" When Chang 'e saw that it didn't answer, she was very angry and was about to throw the pea out. But who knows, with a wave of her finger, she turned the pea into a villain.

Pea villain is very cute. Round head, small nose, small red mouth and big eyes!

Chang 'e thinks it's cute and stays as her little bodyguard. But it is often lazy, and it also catches jade rabbits to play, which makes the moon palace in a mess. Besides, it is ambitious. It often feels that the moon is not good and wants to go to the sun. The fairy Chang 'e often criticizes it.

Finally one day, the pea couldn't help it. It secretly gave the good ginseng to Yutu, and let Yutu take it to bask in the sun.

The pea really reached the sun. It is very comfortable in the sun, and robots are everywhere to serve it.

But one day, a man named Hou Yi shot down the sun. So he fell to the ground again. Now it has fallen into the hands of a child in China-Ni Jiebing. She wrote an article for this and shared it with all children who love fairy tales!

How do you feel?

(4) Two children rewrite 400 words on the debate day.

One day, on his way to the East, Confucius saw two children blushing because they were arguing about something, so he went forward and asked what the reason was. A child said excitedly, "I think the sun is closer to people when it first comes out and farther away at noon." Another child raised his voice and said loudly, "I think the sun is a little farther away from people when it first comes out and a little closer to people at noon." A child's face is even more excited and his tone is particularly firm. He said: "When the sun first came out, it was as big as a hood, and at noon it was like a plate. Isn't that why it looks small from afar and big from near? " Not to be outdone, another child looked up and said, "When the sun just came out, it felt cool. At noon, it was like putting your hand into hot water. Isn't that why it feels hot near and cold far away? " Confucius couldn't judge who was right or wrong, and he didn't know what to do after staying in one place for a while. The two children looked at Confucius contemptuously at the same time and said with a smile, "Who said you were learned?"

⑤ Wolf rewritten into a 400-word vernacular story.

A butcher came home late that night. He had sold out all the meat in his load, leaving only some bones. I met two wolves on the road and followed them for a long time. The butcher was afraid and picked up a bone and threw it out. One wolf got the bone and stopped, and the other wolf followed. The butcher picked up another bone and threw it over. The wolf who got the bone stopped later, but the wolf who got the bone first followed. The bones have been thrown away, and the two wolves are still chasing together as before. The butcher was embarrassed. He was afraid of being attacked by a wolf. I saw a threshing floor in the wild. The owner piled firewood on the threshing floor and built it like a hill. The butcher then ran over, leaned over the pile of firewood, put down the burden and picked up the butcher's knife. Both wolves dared not go forward and stared at the butcher. After a while, one wolf went straight away, and the other wolf squatted in front like a dog. After a long time, the wolf's eyes seem to be closed, and it looks very leisurely. The butcher suddenly jumped up, cut the wolf's head with a knife and killed the wolf with several knives. The butcher was about to hit the road when he turned to the back of the haystack and saw another wolf digging a hole in the haystack, trying to get through and attack the butcher from behind. The wolf's body is already half, showing only * * * and tail. The butcher cut off the wolf's hind legs from behind and killed the wolf. I realized that the wolf in front pretended to sleep, which was originally used to lure the enemy. The wolves were too cunning, but after a while, both wolves were hacked to death. How many tricks can animals use? This is just a joke.

⑥ Rewrite Boya Juexian into a story of not less than 400 words.

Boya likes music since she was a child. His teacher Cheng Lian once took him to Penglai Mountain in the East China Sea to appreciate the beauty and magic of nature, from which he realized the true meaning of music. He plays the piano, which sounds beautiful, like a mountain running water. Although many people praised his piano skills, he thought he had never met anyone who really understood his piano voice. He has been looking for his bosom friend.

One year, Boya went to Chu on the orders of the King of Jin. On August 15, we arrived at Hanyang estuary by boat. Parked at the foot of a hill in the storm. In the evening, the wind and waves gradually subsided, the clouds cleared and the scenery was very charming. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Qin was so excited that she took out the piano she brought with her and played it wholeheartedly. He played one tune after another. Just as he was completely immersed in the wonderful piano sound, he suddenly saw a man standing motionless on the shore. Boya was taken aback, and his men pulled hard, and a string broke with a bang. Boya was wondering why the man on the shore came, when he heard the man loudly say to him, "Sir, don't be suspicious. I am a woodcutter. I came home late. I heard you play the piano when I came, and I thought it was wonderful. I can't help standing here and listening. "

Boya looked at it carefully by moonlight, and there was a pile of dry wood beside the man. This is really a woodcutter. Boya thought, how can a woodcutter who splits wood understand my piano? So he asked, "Since you know the sound of the piano, please tell me what tune I am playing?"

After listening to Boya's question, the woodcutter replied with a smile, "Sir, what you just played was Confucius' song praising his disciple Yan Hui. Unfortunately, when you played the fourth sentence, the string broke. "

The woodcutter's answer was completely correct, and Boya was overjoyed and invited him aboard to discuss it in detail. When the woodcutter saw the piano played by Boya, he said, "This is a lyre! According to legend, it was made by Fu. " Then he told the story of the lyre. After listening to the woodcutter's words, Boya could not help secretly admiring. Then, Boya played several tunes for the woodcutter, so that he could identify the meaning. When he played the grand piano, the woodcutter said, "This piano expresses the majestic momentum of the mountain." When the sound of the piano became fresh and smooth, the woodcutter said, "The sound of the piano played after that expresses endless running water."

Boya can't help but be surprised and happy. No one can understand what he said with the sound of the past piano, but the woodcutter in front of him can hear it clearly. Unexpectedly, under this wild ridge, I met a long-lost bosom friend, so he asked the woodcutter's name, Zhong Ziqi, to have a drink with him. The more they talk, the more speculative they become. After a brief meeting, they became sworn brothers. Make an appointment to meet here next Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhong Ziqi said goodbye in tears at the Mid-Autumn Festival the following year. Boya came to Hanyang estuary as promised, but he waited and waited, but Zhong Ziqi didn't come as promised, so he played the piano to summon his bosom friend, but after a long time, no one came. The next day, Boya asked an old man about the whereabouts of Zhong Ziqi. The old man told him that Zhong Ziqi had died of illness. Before his death, he left his last words that he would build a grave by the river and listen to Boya's piano performance when they met on August 15.

Boya was very sad after listening to the old man's words. He came to Zhong Ziqi's grave and sadly played the ancient song "Mountains and Streams". After playing, he broke the string, sighed and smashed his beloved lyre on the bluestone. He said sadly, my only confidant is dead. Who can I play this piano for? "

⑦ Peacock flies southeast, rewritten into a story, about 400 words.

The house is empty and the heart is empty.

A few cold winds blew in the big room, which made Lan Zhi's heart cold and broken. There was a slight noise at the door and my mother came in. Seeing that her daughter was so sad, her mother hesitated several times, but thinking of the letter from the Taishou, she whispered, "Daughter, the Taishou family will come to marry you tomorrow. Let's make a wedding dress quickly and don't make the wedding look bad." Lan Zhi remained silent, covered her mouth with a towel, and tears fell like broken beads. Mother saw this scene, shook her head, sighed and slowly walked out of the house.

For a long time, Lan Zhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly took out a beautiful cosmetic box. After all, the big things have been decided, and she can't make her own decisions. Tomorrow, she will be someone else's bride.

Scissors and rulers walked slowly on the cloth, as if walking in her heart. This scene is familiar. When I think of the scene when I was making clothes that day, things haven't changed, but my heart has changed. Every wound, every thread, stung her severely. When cutting the last thread, her heart seemed to be cut, and blood gushed out, staining the wedding dress in front of her. Open the door, the sun sets, and repressed grievances come to mind together. She couldn't control it any longer and burst into tears. This sad voice actually shattered the sunshine.

In the distance, there was the whine of horses, like someone crying in despair. When I crept out, I saw Zhong Qing holding the horse and looking at her motionless. The same eyes, just, Zhong Qing's eyes, have a hard to hide anger. Lan Zhi's face was watery. He went over, patted the saddle and sighed: "Since you left, things have really gone beyond my control. My mother and brother forced me to marry someone else. What hope do you have when you come back? " Zhong Qing said coldly, "Congratulations on your move. My stone can stand for thousands of years, and Puwei is just a tough guy. Let you be more distinguished every day, and I will die alone. " Lan Zhi listened, his hands curled up excitedly, and his nails were embedded in his skin. She had tears in her eyes: "I didn't expect you to say such a thing." You should remember, Huang Quan Road, let's go together! " "The wind blows wildly, but it can't dry the sad tears; The cold surges proudly, but it can't cool the heat emitted by holding hands.

When Zhong Qing came home, his mother was still working in the room. His grief came from this: "Mother, it is very cold outside, and the orchids in the yard are frosted." My son is going to die soon, and he can't stay with you any longer. I hope you live as long as the stone of Nanshan, and your body will always be healthy and tough. "Jiao Mu burst into tears after hearing this:" You are the son of a big family, and your work is heavy. Don't kill yourself for a woman. Everyone is different, how can they be fickle? The woman next door is virtuous and beautiful. Shall I match one for you? Okay？ "Zhong Qing said with a wry smile," My son has no happiness to enjoy. After two obeisances, he turned and went back to his room. "。 And that bad plan has taken root in his heart, but looking back at his mother's room, his heart seems to have been severely pulled: if he leaves, who will accompany his mother? Lan Zhi doesn't know how the day passed. All she knows is that the huge wedding procession and the loud sound of gongs and drums can't arouse the ripples in her heart at all. She knew that since that night, her heart had died. Mist fills the air, and people who have been busy all day rest in twos and threes.

Such a quiet night makes people sleepy. In Lu Qing, Lan Zhi woke up alone. Suddenly, she got up and walked to the Anhui River.

On the banks of the Anhui River, cattail grass swayed with the wind like a beautiful dance. "I am doomed today, and my soul will go to the body and stay forever." Step by step, she walked to the middle of the river, and the veil floated gently in the water. Like blood, it spread on the water and dyed the night red.

Under the tree in front of the courtyard, Zhong Qing lingered. He didn't cry when he heard the news of Lan Zhi's death. It is often said that there is no tears in great sorrow, and now I understand this feeling. Looking up, the white silk hanging on the branch was shining brightly. The wind blows to the treetops, but it can't blow the rocks under the trees. Maybe we will meet again only after we leave. Zhong Qing thought. His body is like a dead leaf, trembling alone in the wind.

There is a meeting, doomed to leave; There is a separation, in order to be together forever.

(8) Adapting or retelling 400-word story compositions in famous works.

Ren rewrites his works.

Article 1: The ship passes Anren.

In the beautiful Anren, Yang Wanli visited here. I can't help but see two children playing on the fishing boat. One is wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering and the other is wearing shorts. They said ...

Child a said happily: hey! I have a good idea. Let's not go boating. Let's sail like adults! Child b is very worried and says, is it good? What should I do? Say that finish, child A began to work.

This scene happened to be seen by Yang Wanli, only to see the child enter the hut and take out an umbrella. Then the child opened the umbrella, as if it were going to rain. Yang Wanli is puzzled. He looked at the sky. Wan Li is cloudless, sunny and birds are singing. Butterflies and bees fly happily.

Yang Wanli couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?" The child replied, "We are sailing! We use umbrellas as sails to propel the boat forward, so that we don't have to paddle hard.

Yang Wanli smiled and thought, "Such a child is only so innocent and lovely, and he is naughty." Childhood is really good. At this time, Yang Wanli picked up a pen and wrote, "Boat crossing Anren", and a fishing boat with two children stopped on board. No wonder it didn't rain. They opened the umbrella. They didn't want to protect the rain, but wanted to use the umbrella as a sail to let the boat go forward.

Chapter two: crossing Anren by boat

In early summer, the poet Yang Wanli came to Anren County, Hunan Province. One day, he went for a walk by the river. Seen from a distance, he is surrounded by mountains, foggy and light green. Green bamboo forests, sparkling rivers and reflected shade make up a beautiful landscape painting. Everything is so calm and beautiful. A cool breeze suddenly made people feel refreshed.

Suddenly there came the sound of children frolicking. The poet stopped and saw a fishing boat rowing slowly. Two boys aged seven or eight struggled to paddle. The murmur of the river, the chirping of birds in the trees and the laughter of children broke the silence just now, like a band playing beautiful light music, and the poet closed his eyes and listened. It's really pleasant.

The breeze blew, and the conversation between the two children reached the poet's ear. He opened his eyes and saw that two children might be tired of rowing. One of them said, "why don't we put down the mast and paddle!" " Another child was puzzled and asked, "Why? If you put down the paddle, the boat will stop for a while! " The first child said, "When I saw a big ship moving forward, I always hung a big cloth on it and said it was a sail. It didn't take much effort to make the ship go faster, so let's build a sail!" "But we don't have such a big cloth on board. How can I make a sail? " The second child asked. The first child said confidently, "Don't worry, I have my own way. Don't we have a big umbrella on board? " ? We can spread the umbrella and use it as a sail! The second child said doubtfully, "Oh, it's a good idea, but will it work?" The first child said, "I'll show you." "

So the two children unfolded the big umbrella and held it high. At this time, a strong wind blew and ripples appeared on the water. The ship rushed forward like a calf. The two children cheered and clapped each other, and a silvery laughter reached the poet's ears, and the poet smiled with relief.

Back home, Yang Wanli was full of poetry. What a lovely child! He marveled at the children's infinite whimsy and even more at their persistent spirit. He wrote a poem in one breath:

Pet-name ruby rewrite a fairy tale of more than 400 words.

There is a pea pods with five small peas in it. The second pea, which wanted to fly to the Sun Palace, did not land in the sun, but in the Moon Palace of Chang 'e.

In the evening, the fairy Chang 'e is going to sleep. Suddenly, she found something behind her, got up and looked, huh? It turned out that the pea landed on Chang 'e's bed. Fairy Chang 'e had never seen peas. She picked them up and asked them, "Who are you and why are you in my bed?" When Chang 'e saw that it didn't answer, she was very angry and was about to throw the pea out. But who knows, with a wave of her finger, she turned the pea into a villain.

Pea villain is very cute. Round head, small nose, small red mouth and big eyes!

Chang 'e thinks it's cute and stays as her little bodyguard. But it is often lazy, and it also catches jade rabbits to play, which makes the moon palace in a mess. Besides, it is ambitious. It often feels that the moon is not good and wants to go to the sun. The fairy Chang 'e often criticizes it.

Finally one day, the pea couldn't help it. It secretly gave the good ginseng to Yutu, and let Yutu take it to bask in the sun.

The pea really reached the sun. It is very comfortable in the sun, and robots are everywhere to serve it.

But one day, a man named Hou Yi shot down the sun. So he fell to the ground again. Now it has fallen into the hands of a child in China-Ni Jiebing. She wrote an article for this and shared it with all children who love fairy tales!

This article is from SUN 1234567 Pisces.

Attending to learn chess and rewrite it into a short story of about 400 words.

A long time ago, there was a man named Qiu Yi. He was very good at playing chess, so two people came to Qiu Yi's house to learn to play chess. Whenever the rooster crows, it is the beginning of their day, and when the moon rises, it is the end of the day.

They study hard, practice hard and play chess with Qiu Yi every day. Qiu Yi taught them how to fight and how to crack some difficult array skills. These two disciples always listen carefully to Qiu Yi's teachings and proceed step by step. Qiu Yi told them: "Only by watching others play chess and observing more can we find the flaws in the array and defeat the enemy." Therefore, in addition to eating and resting during the day, it is important for the two disciples to play chess. Finally, one day, two disciples fought against Qiu Yi respectively, and the first one passed easily, and the second one passed easily. Their grades were very good, and Qiu Yi announced with satisfaction that they had made some achievements.

Two disciples bid farewell to Qiu Yi. One went to see Wu and the other to see Zhao. In these two countries, people soon know that they are very good at playing chess. Both of them have received many apprentices, all of whom are good at chess. One day, Chu held a chess match, and each of them sent a proud disciple to participate in the match. Finally, these two disciples passed the competition. They are equal. They are two disciples of Qiu Yi. As champions, they want to know who is who, so they come to Chu to become chess friends and learn skills from that person. When they settled down in Chu, they came to the street and happened to meet their disciples who were studying with them in Qiu Yimen. They are happy to see each other for a long time. The first man took the second to his apprentice's place, and both sides were puzzled when they saw his apprentice. As soon as the disciple explained, the two men looked at each other.