Zhong Er and the land expanded to write 600 words.

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. The Chinese composition "Li Shihao" was expanded to 600 words and answered satisfactorily.

In the evening, I stayed at an old woman's house in Li Shihao village. Although the home is very simple, it is very clean, and the roof and walls have long cracked. A hungry baby fell asleep in the bed. The old woman brought me a bowl of clear water and let me drink it slowly. Stop choking. Although it's just a common sentence, it reminds me of my mother. My father is old, but at this time, although my son is not with her ... I can't help crying when I think about it. The old woman sat next to me and told me that although her family used to be poor, they were all safe and overcame all difficulties, but now, now … before she finished, the old woman began to cry. The hardships of the years have already left a mark on her face. Her head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on her head and eyes are heavy. Under her two faint eyebrows, a pair of eyes were bloodshot, and a pair of hard hands were cracked in the dry ditch. The clothes faded and were patched a lot. At this time, an old man came out of it, thinking it would be the old woman's husband.

In the evening, shouts came from outside, "How many people are left in your family? This has nothing to do with us. Anyway, we took this man away. Let go of those who are persuasive, otherwise-!" Then came the cries of a group of children, old people and women. When the old woman and the old man heard this action, they both looked very nervous. The two old men looked at each other, and then the old man climbed up the wall and ran away. The old woman sat in a chair and thought she was calm, but she couldn't calm down. The teacup trembled in her hand and the water came out. The old woman stood up and tried to wipe off the water with a cloth, but she almost fell down. The old woman sat back in her chair, clasped her hands tightly together and put them on her chest as if praying. There was a knock at the door in the silent hut. The old woman looked up and turned to the door as if she had been electrocuted. Muttered: "Come, come, come again, the police officers are coming to arrest people again." There was another knock at the door: "Open the door! Open the door! " The old woman staggered to open the door with a cane.

"How so long to open the door, want to dead tired the yes? ! ""no, no, I dare not, I dare not. Just, just, I'm not feeling well and I can't walk fast; I hope these two grandfathers will forgive me a lot. " How noisy the officers are! How sad the old woman's crying voice is.

(I) heard the old woman go up and talk (to the officer): (Yes) All three sons have gone to defend Yecheng. One son sent a message (saying) that the other two sons had just died in battle recently. Those who survive (like us) just drag out an ignoble existence, and those who die will never exist! There is no other man in the family, only a grandson who is still nursing. Her grandson is here, and her mother hasn't left, but she doesn't have complete clothes when she goes in and out. Although the old woman is old and weak, please let me go back to camp with you tonight, and then go to Heyang to wait on her and prepare breakfast.

Late at night, the sound disappeared, as if someone was crying in a low voice. When he was on the road at dawn, he only said goodbye to the old man. The old woman has been taken to service by the police.

4. Expand the composition of "* * * workers are angry and can't touch the top of the mountain" by 600 words. The water god * * * is a descendant of Emperor Yan and has many contradictions with the Huangdi family. After Emperor Zhuan Xu took over the control of the universe, he was not only indifferent to human beings, but also used his power to suppress the gods of other factions, so that there were complaints between heaven and earth. * * * When the time was right, the workers gathered the disgruntled gods, determined to overthrow the rule of Emperor Zhuan Xu and seize the throne. The rebellious God chose workers as his allies, formed an army and raided the kingdom of Kyoto.

Emperor Zhuan Xu was not very depressed when he heard this change. He lit 72 beacon towers and called on the governors of the four sides to support them quickly. On the one hand, he ordered the soldiers and horses guarding the two capitals to take command in person and go to war.

A fierce battle began. Two horses hit the earth from the sky, and then hit the sky from the earth. After several rounds, Emperor Zhuan Xu's army killed more and more. Tiger Tail Tai rode all the way from Heshan, and the leader's personal plan was driven away from Guangshan by a flurry, and two arrogant insects with beehive heads were driven away from Pingfeng Mountain. * * * The number of workers dying is getting smaller and smaller. The neck of the cabinet was cut to a layer of skin, with long hair and no broken arm. The night prince's hands, feet, head, chest and even teeth were cut off and scattered all over the floor.

* * * The workers turned around and killed at the foot of the mountain in the northwest, leaving only 13 riders around. He lifted up his eyes and saw that the mountain was abrupt and indomitable, blocking the way. He knew that the mountain was actually a huge pillar supporting the sky, which was one of the main reasons why Emperor Zhuan Xu maintained the rule of the universe. Behind him, shouting ShaSheng, surrender, encirclement has been cloth. * * * The workers let out a cry of anger in despair. He tossed his head like a lion and ran towards the island. He only heard a loud noise, and the island standing on the ground was broken by him and collapsed.

After Tianzhu was broken, great changes have taken place in the whole universe: the sky in the northwest lost its support and tilted downward, so that the sun, moon and stars tied to the zenith in the north could no longer stand in their original positions and involuntarily broke free from the shackles and slid to the low-sloping western sky, which made the running route of the sun, moon and stars we saw today and relieved the suffering of people at that time. On the other hand, the giant rope hanging in the southeast corner of the earth was broken by violent vibration, and the southeast land collapsed, resulting in the scene that we see today that the terrain is high in the northwest, low in the southeast, rivers flow eastward and hundreds of rivers return to the sea.

* * * Gong's behavior finally got people's respect. After Gong's death, people regarded him as a navy master (the god of water conservancy). His son, Hou Di, is also considered a social god (that is, a land god). Later, people swore that "the sky is above and the earth is below", referring to him, which shows people's respect for them.

5. The content of the inscription in the humble room has been expanded by 600 words. I stood at 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?" .

6. 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 every time I did it. 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.

7. Rewrite a composition of more than 600 words by a vagrant. Outside the house, a biting cold wind is blowing. In a shabby hut, an old man in his sixties is sitting on the kang, preparing for his son's long trip.

The loving mother sat in the dim light, sewing clothes for her son Meng Jiao. Holding the needle in her left hand and the thread in her right hand, she slowly passed through the eye of the needle, tied a knot and sewed it carefully. This needle and thread contains the mother's concern and worry about her son. She is worried that her son won't be home for a long time. My family is too poor to buy silks and satins for my son, only coarse clothes and linen.

"son! You should be careful everywhere outside, get along well with others, and often write home to reassure your mother! " Say that finish, choked up, at this point, tears involuntarily fell down. Meng Jiao put down the book, looked at his loving mother and nodded deeply. At this time, he was full of thoughts and even decided to stay at home with his mother, but he couldn't let her down. In order to repay her, he had to make a name for himself. He remembered the difficulty of going to school as a child and his mother's hard work.

When I was a child, Meng Jiao's family was very poor and had no money to send him to school. He also knows that it is not easy to understand his mother. Much as he wants to go, he doesn't want to burden his mother. The cautious mother finally realized that in order to let her son go to school early, she worked hard to weave and work hard every day. Finally, the mother gave some money to her son. The son was shocked, and the mother only said, "Take it!" "Meng Jiao knew that money was hard-won, and studied hard from then on. ...

Now, he can go out for a long trip to study. No one can understand the excitement in his heart and his concern for his mother, and no one can understand it.

Tomorrow, he will leave, leave his loving mother, leave this shabby hut, and leave his hometown where he was born and raised. He can't say what he doesn't want. He can't do anything for his mother. He can only say that he will often miss here when he is away, and he can't help but sing a poem when he is away:

The thread in the loving mother's hand,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

Outside, the biting wind is still blowing, but this small room is full of warm spring.

My hometown is located in the northwest of Hebei Province. Zhangjiakou is a famous northern city with a long history and glorious tradition. It has very convenient transportation, many places of interest and many other places of interest.

There are many local products. Let me introduce Zhangjiakou to you: my hometown has wide roads, many high-rise buildings and many tourist attractions, Bashang grassland resort and the official hall of "West Lake beyond the Great Wall".

Reservoir, Chongli's "Cuiyun Mountain" ski resort, Great Wall Pass and Dajingmen, Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery ... The traffic in my hometown is also very developed, and the Beijing-Zhangjiakou Railway passes through the urban area. Daqin Railway runs through the east and west, and highways extend in all directions.

National highways and newly-built expressways in Danla and Rizo, Zhang Shihe have brought us a lot of convenience. We have optimized water resources, advanced wind power generation, mobile communication network all over the world, first-class education, health and

The infrastructure such as epidemic prevention is fully functional. I believe that through hard work, Zhangjiakou will become a famous ancient city in China. I love my hometown Zhangjiakou.

9. Rewrite the 600-word composition "Fifteenth Conscription"

At the age of fifteen, I left my hometown, my relatives and the ruthless battlefield. Lying in the tent of the military camp, whenever the full moon comes and the bright moonlight falls in my heart through the window, I will think of my dear parents, brothers and sisters, and tears will suddenly fill my eyes. How I want to go home!

The battlefield is a ruthless place, and death is waiting for me all the time. How many times have you watched your comrades lie side by side in a pool of blood? How many times have I watched brave generals die in fireworks? But I miraculously escaped from the terrible people. Time is gone forever like running water. The 15-year-old boy has gone, but my desire to go home will never change. I wait and expect every day until my temples turn white.

After a long journey, I finally returned to my hometown after 65 years' absence. But the sight in front of me drowned my joy like a rolling wave. Is this my home? How to become so moved! The wall that should have been covered with winter jasmine has collapsed and become the home of rabbits; The pheasant stopped on the beam and looked at me doubtfully with tadpole-like eyes. The paper window was broken, leaving a huge round hole through which the sun shone. Where is my Xiao Mu desk in Zhang Xinai? My father made it for me himself, but now it's corrupt. I only found the desktop with a broken leg. The cot that I spent 15 spring and autumn with was also full of straw. I stroked the tattered clothes left on the ground, and my mother knitted them for us. The family was happy and surrounded, talking and laughing. ...

Out of the house, came to the backyard, the grass was covered with wild millet, wild vegetables were everywhere by the well, and a grave was faintly visible in the bamboo forest. I went over and plopped down. "Dad, mom, second sister, eldest brother, little sister! I am back! " My heart is aching, like a knife, and I can't see their kind faces anymore. They are all lying under the mound. I picked wild valley vegetables to cook and make soup, sat on a wooden chair and looked at both sides, leaving me alone. This was originally full of laughter, why are there only wild geese barking all over the sky? I lit the fire and cooked the meal. In the fireworks, I vaguely saw my family around me: Look, that's my father's figure serving food for us, that's my mother's sweet smile, that's my second sister picking up food, that's my eldest brother playing games with me, and that's my little sister making clay figurines with me ... A gust of wind blew, the fire went out, everything was gone, and everything was reduced to ashes. ...

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like a lion's maw, devouring the whole village. At this time, the village was silent. Staring at the horizon, regret and anger welled up in my heart. When will you stop the war?