Ancient poems rewritten as essay titles

1. A 500-word essay adapted from ancient poems

Li Bai took me to see the heroic scene of "When the wind breaks the waves, sometimes, the clouds and sails hang directly across the sea", Su Shi and I" Walking in the courtyard: look at the beautiful scenery of "the water is intertwined with algae and covered with bamboo and cypress shadows". The poet walks with me, spends happy time with me, and grows with me! ! That's not a leaf, that's the magnificent scenery of "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers." It tells us what dedication is. The moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! The sad scenery of "Looking at the bright moon, bowing my head and thinking about my hometown" tells us what nostalgia is. The pond is rushing down, no! That is not the pond, it is the loving scenery of "Peach Blossom Pond, the water is thousands of feet deep, waiting for Wang Lun to send me love" , tell us what friendship is! The poet looked at the scenery with me and told me that the autumn scenery and falling leaves let us know dedication; the scenery of the night sky and the rising moon made us understand nostalgia; the scenery of the pool and the water flow made us understand what friendship is. The poet accompanies me and looks at the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much. Thank you for letting me understand so much! The poet wants me to love my mother. The poet accompanies me and tells me, "The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three inches of glory. You must love your mother." That's right! I want to love my mother! Mother works silently, and the back of the building forms a monotonous scenery. Year after year, the wind and frost cover your smile, and who can understand your lonely heart. The flowers bloom quietly, and you work silently. , I want to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and how much I love you. However, there are no words between us. All we have is the feeling of each other's hearts. You are leaning against the door, nothing more. I am waiting for my return date. You look anxiously and receive your greeting affectionately. Mother, I want to love you, care about you, understand you, hold you tightly, and warm your moist heart! The poet accompanies me and asks me to love my mother. Thank you for letting me understand my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet gave me a taste of nostalgia. Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads, and the setting sun. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking up to the sky, "Look up to the bright moon, lower your head to miss your hometown." "Look towards the sea." Where is the hometown when the sun sets? Driving on the Yanbo River, people are sad, and tears are shed. "The tears of the hometown guests are all gone, and the solitary sail in the sky looks at the floating clouds. The feeling of the old friend in the setting sun, the poet makes me taste the nostalgia, and I can't stop cutting it." , the logic is still confusing, don’t feel homesick in your heart! Poet accompanies me, thank you, I will work hard, have the pride of "being able to be the best, and embrace all the small mountains", the filial piety of "who speaks the heart of a village grass, repay three villages of glory", and have the filial piety of "picking chrysanthemums in the east" Coming down, I can see the leisurely feeling of Nanshan; the wish of "I don't care about my clothes, but I want to be without my clothes"! The poet walks with me, that deep sadness! 2. The ancient scenery! Composition adapted from poems

I’ll give you an example by recreating the scene of the ancient poem.

Rewriting "Qingming"

"Shashasha! Swish, swish, swish! "It's raining again. The rain is as light as cow hair, as thin as silk thread, as dust as mist, falling from the sky. The rain falls gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches have cute little heads. , opened his beautiful little eyes, and looked at everything around him curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly lifted the soil on it, and it stretched out hard. , yawned, and began to greedily suck the nectar of spring. There were clusters of grass here and there, covering the earth with a layer of green clothes. There were colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rapeseed and red. The roses, purple bougainvillea, and white tulips are blooming one after another, and a few swallows are chirping across the sky, as if to say: "Spring is here!" Spring is so beautiful! ”

But such beautiful scenery in the rain could not attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They came and went in a hurry, all of them were preoccupied. Some of the pedestrians were carrying brooms and sacrificial offerings. When I go to visit my ancestors' tombs, I feel very sad when I think of my deceased relatives; some have left their hometowns to make a living, with an uncertain future, and feel depressed; some are on the road to seek refuge with relatives and friends, with an uncertain future, and they are even more upset. Looking at the gloomy sky, the mood became even heavier under the drizzle.

Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person stood out. He was Du Mu. Du Mu was thin, with fair skin, wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a bag. His face was haggard, his brows were furrowed in the character "Chuan", and he was shaking his head and sighing as he walked. He had been rushing for several days. The road was over, coupled with the "unfavorable weather", the rain and mist everywhere, which made him even more depressed. At this moment, his stomach was growling with hunger, and his throat felt like smoke. How much I want to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill my stomach, drink a few sips of old wine, quench my thirst, warm my body, and then have a good sleep, how wonderful this life is. He's familiar, tell him where to find a restaurant.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious sound came from the distance, and Du Mu's spirit was lifted. He raised his head and looked around, and saw an ox walking towards him, with a shepherd boy sitting on its back. He was about eleven or twelve years old, with a pair of bright eyes on his dark and red face. A little clever, a little cute, a little naughty.

Du Mu thought to himself: If there is a shepherd boy, there will be a village, and if there is a village, there will be a restaurant. By the way, why don't I ask him about it? Thinking of this, he walked forward and asked politely: "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" The shepherd boy saw him, nodded, smiled, made a face at him, and walked behind him with his flute. Pointed in the direction, meaning: go forward and there will be a restaurant. Du Mu understood. He quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up, quickened his pace, and walked forward. Sure enough, soon, a village loomed in the rain and fog. The roads there were lined with apricot flowers, and several wine bottles were fluttering in the wind, as if they were waving to him... Du Mu was very excited, and inspiration came to him. A seven-character quatrain blurted out:

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival,

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

May I ask where the restaurant is?

The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. 3. Expansion of ancient poems into an 800-word article

Recalling Shandong Brothers on September 9th (rewritten) One morning, I was alone as a guest in a foreign country. The people and the place were unfamiliar, and I felt lonely.

Every time during the festive season, I miss my relatives at home even more. I was in a distant place, thinking that my brothers, sisters and brothers must have climbed every mountain.

I really wish I could climb every mountain. I really want to go to my brothers all at once and climb to high places with them.

But I saw that all the brothers were standing on a high place with beautiful dogwood trees. I was the only one missing. The brothers all climbed up to the high place happily. "To Wang Lun" This is also an article: On a spring morning, the sky was cloudless and blue. I said goodbye to my friend Wang Lun and boarded the boat that was about to go away.

I stood on the bow of the boat and looked far into the distance. I saw a vast expanse of blue, which was pleasing to the eye and mind. When the breeze blew, I could smell the intoxicating fragrance of peach blossoms. At this time, a group of waterbirds were squawking and flying above the water.

Ah! Waterfowl also know the feeling of parting! I was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery when I suddenly heard a clear and sweet singing from the shore. Ah, this was Wang Lun's affectionate singing to see me off! Listen, Wang Lun is walking and singing to the beat, getting closer and closer. ah! This song is full of nostalgia and farewell.

In the past few days, it was Wang Lun who talked with me in front of flowers and under the moonlight; it was Wang Lun who accompanied me to watch the scenery late at night; it was Wang Lun and I who discussed the meaning of life together; it was Wang Lun who drank with me under the lamp at night Compose poetry. ah! Friend, "Come quickly.

Come quickly, let's shake hands again, and let's have a few more intimate words." The ship sets sail.

Ah! Friend, dear friend, you are waving to me outside, and I am waving to you. Ah, although the pond is a thousand feet deep, how can it be as deep as your love for me? Supplementary stimulation of imagination and clever guidance - expansion of ancient poetry China is known as the country of poetry, and ancient poetry can be said to be a legacy from the long river of our country's cultural history A gem of a trip down.

Its language is concise and general, highly condensed, but the content is quite thick: astronomy, geography, customs and customs, all-encompassing. Reciting and accumulating ancient poems can not only develop students' imagination and accumulate students' sense of language, but also consolidate students' cultural heritage.

Expanding the writing of ancient poems can not only deepen the understanding of ancient poems, but also stimulate students' interest in reading ancient poems. After several years of teaching and research practice, the author believes that the key to guiding the expansion of ancient poetry is to develop multiple channels to guide students' imagination, and then provide clever guidance on this basis to make it written.

Stimulating imagination can be carried out in the following three aspects: 1. Excavation of blank spaces. The art of imaginative poetry is, to a certain extent, the art of blank spaces: blanks in story plots, blanks in character descriptions, and blanks in psychological activities. Blanks, blanks in thoughts and emotions, blanks in philosophy, etc. Teachers guide students to seize and explore these gaps. According to the five categories of poetry's narrative expression, scenery description, emotional expression, philosophical sublimation, and comprehensive inclusiveness, students are allowed to imagine by analogy, to concretely perceive the image in the aftertaste of imagination, and to activate students' thinking. , Cultivate students' creativity and lay the foundation for expanded writing.

1. Seize the "image blank" imagination. Some ancient poems do not lay out straightforward narratives, but pursue extra-poetic interest and style by outlining or getting to the point. The images depicted in the poems are often not detailed and often have a certain haziness, leaving it to teachers and students to supplement their imaginations and create an ethereal and rich artistic realm.

For example, "Village Residence" (The grass is long and orioles are flying in February, and the willows are blowing on the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke. Children come back early from school, and they are busy flying kites in the east wind.)

In the middle, What does the paper kite look like? How did the children let it go? What was the situation like at that time? So what is the beauty of "the grass grows and the orioles fly" and "the willows blow on the embankment and are drunk by the spring smoke"? What other sights might there be in these February days? Wait, there are no details in the poem. Teachers can seize these "image gaps" to guide students to develop reasonable imagination and fill in the details.

2. Closely adhere to the "emotional blank" imagination and "give up if you are emotional." In the teaching of expanded writing of ancient poems, teachers should focus on displaying the artistic conception so that readers can empathize with the poet.

Language is a tool for conveying emotions, but language cannot express some complex, subtle, and exciting feelings directly, thus leaving an emotional gap for readers.

For example, in "Boat Anchor in Guazhou", the poet Wang Anshi used the scene of "the spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river" to express his feelings of "when will the bright moon shine on me again?"

What is the scene like in the spring green Jiangnan? The spring is full of joy, so how can the poet reveal his melancholy about when he will return home? What was his mental state like at that time? What's the image like? Through the imagination of "blank space", teachers and students jointly portrayed the poet's depression and homesickness, which was worried about the failure of the reform and the uncertainty of the future. 3. Imagination around the "philosophical blank" The philosophy in ancient poems is often contained in images, and its "blank" area is wider.

Teachers should inspire and educate students so that they can feel the underlying meaning of the poem and make appropriate associations. Zheng Xie's "Bamboo and Stone" is an ancient poem with deep philosophical meaning. The author's intention is to "mean something beyond the words, to make people think and understand."

This requires teachers to guide students to appreciate the poems and imagine the situation of bamboo "still strong despite the winds of southeast, northwest and northwest", and then guide students to connect with life, thereby refining and sublimating the objects of the poem It is a common philosophy: No matter whether you are determined or studying, you should "keep your feet firmly on the green hills and never let go", and you should persevere if you keep your goal in mind. In teaching, as long as teachers pay attention to exploring the deep heritage of poems and carry out reconstruction and imagination, students will understand the true meaning of poems.

2. Use audio-visual media to imagine that "the truth lies in poetry, like salt in water, honey in flowers, the hidden nature of the body, and the traces of elements with flavor. For those who are involved in life and lack life experience and literary understanding, For primary school students, it is indeed not easy to understand the "nature" and "taste" in the "body hidden" and "yuan trace".

It is necessary to deeply understand the artistic conception of the poem and understand the poet's feelings. Teachers need to build a bridge to bridge this gap. In the teaching of expanded writing of ancient poems, they should make full use of audio-visual media, carefully design teaching links, optimize the teaching process, and enhance the intuitiveness, image and vividness of teaching, so as to be more perfect. To fully demonstrate the artistic charm of ancient poetry, stimulate students' interest in learning ancient poetry, and improve the level of expanding and writing ancient poetry.

1. Creating a poetic environment and stimulating imagination. Ancient poetry pays great attention to artistic conception. In the teaching of expanding and writing of ancient poetry. Teachers should focus on creating situations, allowing students to experience the poet's emotions through the specific perception of the situation. Multimedia has the characteristics of blending shapes and sounds, interweaving movement and static, and strong appeal. Use multimedia to teach and turn words into images. Turn abstraction into form 4.

Autumn Thoughts Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wanted to be a writer. He was afraid that he would not be able to describe it in a hurry, and the traveler returned to Kaifeng before leaving. Expanding the feeling of homesickness in autumn. , blowing gently and gently, carrying the autumn girl gracefully. She brought ups and downs to Luoyang, but also brought refreshing sunshine. As soon as I walked into Luoyang City, I was greeted by a burst of fragrance. The sky It is so blue, and the pure white clouds are hiding somewhere, it is really cloudless. The whole Luoyang is bathed in the soft sunshine, the autumn wind blows, the flowers nod frequently, open their smiling faces, showing people its beauty and charm The style. Rows of big trees are no longer lush. The green leaves gradually turn into golden yellow and fall slowly, like flying butterflies, covering the earth with a golden carpet. Lake Beside, Zhang Ji, Siye of the Imperial Academy, was walking. The surface of the lake was as calm as a mirror, and it looked even more charming against the blue sky and white clouds. Zhang Ji walked to the lake, picked up a stone, and with a "dong" sound, broke the The lake was calm, and he was in a daze looking at the rising microwaves. Rows of weeping willows were dancing along the lakeside, driven by the wind. The willow branches stretching out to the lake were gently blowing on the lake, as if they were floating on the lake. Touching his child. But Zhang Ji had no time to appreciate such beautiful scenery. He was thinking about his hometown and his beloved relatives. "My dear father, are you okay? The autumn wind is blowing and the weather is getting colder. You must pay attention to your health, and my mother, are you all okay..." Even though he had thousands of words to tell his relatives, he didn't know where to start... So Zhang Ji Decided to send a letter home. On this day, Zhang Ji invited the postman to his home, handed the letter to the postman with his own hands, and said: "Brother, thank you for your hard work. I am sending this letter back to my hometown. Please be sure to deliver it." ! "I know," the postman said with a smile, "Don't worry." After saying that, he turned around and left, and suddenly thought of something. "Well, um... can you let me read the letter again?" "Oh." The postman who was about to get on his horse had to dig out his satchel. Zhang Ji took the letter, opened it and read it again and again, and finally gave it to the postman. The wind still blew gently, carrying Zhang Ji with it. Feeling homesick, the farther you travel... 5. Change the ancient poem into a composition

1. Understand the meaning of the poem clearly: Li Bai sits. Just as I was about to set off on the boat, I suddenly heard the singing of farewell from the shore. Even if the water in Peach Blossom Pond is as deep as a thousand feet, it cannot be as deep as Wang Lun's true feelings in saying goodbye to me.

2. Understand the background: Wang Lun. Also known as Feng Lin. During the Kaiyuan period of Tang Dynasty, he served as the magistrate of Jing County. After retiring from office, he lived on the bank of Taohuatan in Jing County. From the first year of Tianbao (742) to the first year of Baoying (762), Li Bai came to Anhui many times. Dangtu, Xuancheng, Jingxian, Qiupu, Nanling and other places, and visited Taohuatan in Jingxian County.

When he was leaving, Li Bai wrote a poem "Gift to Wang Lun": " The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me.”

In 755 AD (the fourteenth year of Emperor Xuanzong’s Tianbao reign), Li Bai traveled from Qiupu (now Guichi, Anhui) to Jingxian (now Anhui) to visit Peach Blossom Pond. The local Wang Lun often made fine wine to entertain him. Before leaving, Wang Lun came to see him off again, and Li Bai wrote this poem to say goodbye.

3. Determine the writing person, whether to use the poet's writing style, Wang Lun's perspective, or the perspective of a third-party bystander. Of course it is best to use the poet's perspective.

4. Imagination. What kind of scenery may be mentioned in the poem, and what season the scenery is in.

The emotions and dialogues of characters (including Li Bai and Wang Lun). Pay attention to the blending of scenes, embedding emotions in the scenery, and expressing emotions through the scenery.

For example: It is another sunny day, but there is a gentle breeze, and the peach blossoms are flying all over the sky, dancing heartily, dancing to the prosperity and beauty of March. I am walking alone, and the journey of life is always like this. No matter how we get together, we end up drunk and drunk.

Today is a farewell day... 6. Rewrite the ancient poem "Autumn Thoughts" into a composition

Autumn is here, the leaves are falling one after another, and the whistling wind is a bit scratchy. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gradually rounding moon also makes Zhang Ji melancholy: Yes, It has been 15 years since you left home. Are your parents in good health? Are the siblings living happily? My hometown in Anhui is thousands of miles away from Luoyang, so it is not practical to go back there. Boss Zhang next door is from the same hometown as Zhang Ji. Yesterday he told Zhang Ji that he was going back to his hometown to buy goods. He wanted to go home and take a look, and he could help him carry some letters and other light things. When Zhang Ji heard the news, he was very happy. He immediately started to write a letter. But as soon as he wrote "Father, Mother, how are you?", he found that there were thousands of words and he didn't know where to start. Thinking back to this l5 After years of hard work in Luoyang, he is now just an ordinary civil servant with a low salary. He neither fulfills his filial piety to his parents nor contributes to the construction of the family. He feels somewhat guilty. His brothers and sisters are also worried about him. Especially his little sister, She was still a 3-year-old girl when Zhang Ji left, but now she should be a tall and graceful girl. I really want to see her! And the eldest brother, who stayed up until he was 25 to get married in order to study for his younger brother, must be the father of several children by now, right? And... this letter took Zhang Ji a whole night, writing seven chapters in a eloquent manner. Then he folded it and sealed it. "Dudududu", it was Boss Zhang knocking on the door. "Brother, have you finished writing? Brother I'm leaving, I came here to see you. Is there anything you want to take?" Zhang Ji quickly took out the letter and handed it to Boss Zhang. Boss Zhang put the letter into his chest pocket, clasped his fists, and turned around to leave. Zhang Ji suddenly called out. He said: "Brother Zhang, please wait a little longer, I will read the letter again." Zhang Ji opened the sealed letter, looked at it carefully, and added a few more words. Then he handed the letter to Boss Zhang: " Brother, please." Boss Zhang put the letter into his chest pocket again, said "Brother, I'm leaving", turned around and strode back to his hometown. In the early morning mist, Zhang Ji watched Boss Zhang go away... …. 7. Requesting an essay adapted from an ancient poem

The poet and his friend came to the outside of the city side by side. Looking up into the distance, they saw only a sliver of green mountains lying across the north of the outer city and a bay of clear water. It gurgled around the east side of the city. The distant green hills are just out of reach, evoking a sense of wistfulness and secretly revealing the poet's helplessness about the separation before him; and the flowing water surrounding the city seems to symbolize the endless gurgling of separation. In this couplet, "green mountains" versus "white water" and "Beiguo" versus "Dongcheng" are very neatly aligned, and the "green" and "white" complement each other, making the whole picture clear and beautiful. The word "horizontal" describes the tranquility of the green mountains, and the word "circle" describes the movement of the white water, which is also quite accurate.

The poet used the solitary pod to describe the wandering life of his friend, saying: Once we say goodbye here, the departed person will be like the lofty grass fluttering in the wind, thousands of miles away. These two sentences express the poet's deep concern for his friends. They are written smoothly and naturally, with sincere feelings.

The neck couplet reads "The wandering clouds and the feelings of old friends at sunset". The broad brush strokes show the vast background of the parting: a white cloud drifts away from the sky, and a red sun is slowly setting towards the horizon. At this time, this scene makes people feel the desolation and pain of separation, and it is difficult to leave. These two lines of "floating clouds" versus "sunset" and "wandering thoughts" versus "old friends" are also very neat and relevant to the scene. The poet not only describes the scenery, but also cleverly uses "floating clouds" to describe friends. He is like the floating clouds in the sky, his whereabouts are uncertain, and he can do whatever he wants. Who knows where he will drift to? Infinite concern naturally overflowed. And that red sunset setting in the west was setting so slowly, reluctantly casting its last light on the green mountains and white waters, as if it couldn't bear to leave so suddenly. And this is exactly the symbol of the poet's mood at this moment!

The last two sentences describe the parting scene. The poet and his friend immediately waved goodbye and greeted each other frequently; the two horses seemed to be in tune with their master's thoughts, and whistled loudly from time to time. Although the poet did not directly talk about the feeling of separation, the horse cannot bear the misery of separation and raises its mane and neighs, how embarrassing is it for humans! 8. An essay adapted from an ancient poem into a story of 600 words

A group of men and horses were walking slowly on the Gobi Desert in the frontier fortress. The armor-clad general suddenly reined in the maroon mount, and the horse raised its head and roared. , the neighing sound echoed in the long and narrow valley.

Everyone looked up, and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance.

A rare smile appeared on the general's bronze face, and his trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand on his face.

"Rest on the spot!" The general raised the long whip in his hand, and his powerful voice shook the gravel on both sides of the mountain. The yellow setting sun dyed the general's gray beard yellow, and also gave the entire team a mysterious color, as if a team of heavenly soldiers and generals suddenly descended on the edge of the desert.

Standing in the northwest frontier wrapped in autumn, it seems as if heaven and earth are connected here. The sky at the frontier fortress seems to be exceptionally open and empty, with deep loneliness and no obstruction from floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity.

The wild geese flying south occasionally flew across the sky and left in a hurry in an ancient "guard of honor". They did not miss this scene of a frontier fortress that was specially prepared for them. This desolate northwest frontier! The autumn wind became stronger, carrying the yellow sand and whipping the cowering bushes on the roadside like a horse whip, whipping the cold and hard stones and the tired team of horses.

The horse could not resist the merciless beating, snoring and neighing. The soldiers stood close together and buried their heads very low.

Time seemed to have frozen at this moment. A distant and rich troop retreat horn sounded, followed by the neighing of war horses, the clash of armor and weapons, the sound of hunting autumn wind tearing flags, and the sound of wolf howling caused by the crazy friction of wind and sand... various sounds intertwined, Echoing in the sky over this desert, it seems that they are the only ones who dominate this land.

The strong wind roared, and the rolled up yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow color of the sunset, leaving a hurried paleness. Above the campsite, the rising thick smoke gradually swallowed up the pale whiteness in the west.

The surrounding mountains look more and more ferocious in the night. Only the closed gates of the isolated city and the people in the isolated city drifted into sleep with the wind from the border fortress.

Falling asleep? People who are homesick are afraid of falling asleep. The fatigue of marching and fighting during the day prevented them from feeling homesick, but the moon was high in the sky, and the tender moon embraced them all in the embrace of their hometown.

Looking at the moon, my wife’s faint smile is reflected in the middle of the moon; looking at the moon, my mother who is over sixty years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the moon; looking at the moon, my child’s sweet shouts are reflected in the middle of the moon. came... But the soldiers were helpless, with cold tears hanging on their cheeks: Although they have been ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy have not yet been completed. It is difficult to return to their home, and they cannot return to their home! The general poured a pot of strong wine alone, in order to relieve the fatigue of the day's battle, and to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint light swayed in the lampshade, sometimes lengthening and sometimes shortening the general's tired figure.

The general moved his hands on the battle map, thinking over and over again about the battle plan in his mind. His eyes stopped on the point on the map surrounded by mountains, and he was quietly lost in thought.

Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading the soldiers to fight against the enemy, invincible. The enemy was dead and injured, and corpses were everywhere. The soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory!" cheering and jumping.

He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a huge stone... The general's face was red. I don't know if it was because of the strong drink just now, or because he was still immersed in Naler. It was caused by the excitement in the picture of Gong Carving Stone. The white hair on her head was made whiter by her red face.

Suddenly, a sad and sad sound of the Qiang flute brought the general back to reality. Like weeping and complaining, like resentment and anger, it floated throughout the moonlit night like a ghost, frightening the soul, and once again brought up the tenderest and deepest emotion in the general's heart - infinite nostalgia.

In an instant, the autumn frost outside the tent climbed onto the general's forehead again. That night, the officers and soldiers guarding the border were trying to serve their country, while the men on the battlefield were homesick.