Jiang Xue wrote the word 100 with pictures.

1. I want to write a picture (Jiang Xue). In the middle of winter, the north wind roared and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the earth and becoming a white world. The trees are covered with sparkling snow, and sharp icicles are hung on the branches; The water in the river turned into thin ice, and the fish hid at the bottom. The vibrant world suddenly became silent.

In the rolling hills, the chirping birds of the past disappeared. Some of them go to the far south for the winter, while others hide in warm nests and enjoy a happy life. Poor Hao Han birds froze to death in twos and threes under the tree, and there was no trace of any birds anywhere. The mountain road is white, and no one has walked through the footprints left. Ah, it's so cold. People are hiding at home, sitting around the fire to keep warm, and there is no one around.

On the icy river, the raging north wind is raging, and snowflakes are drifting east and west, looking for their own world. However, on the river, an old man was sitting alone in a lonely boat, wearing hemp fiber and hat. He smashed the ice on the river, took out the fishing rod, hung the bait with his frozen hands and threw it into the water. He sat quietly with his hands in his arms, waiting for the fish to bite.

In this cold environment, the old fisherman is not afraid of the ice and snow, forgets everything, devotes himself to fishing, and is lonely, showing a lofty aloof and inviolable.

2. Jiang Xue Composition 200 Six-character North Wind Blows and Snowflakes Flutter. In this unfinished season of bloom, the reeds lost their usual style and stood there with their heads down; Seaweed has no usual dance, but can only hide quietly under the ice and secretly look at the outside world; The tree lost its usual air and was bent by the angry snow mother-in-law. The north wind smiled and said, "Nothing is my opponent." Snowflake gloated: "I want all the creatures here to bow to me."

The wind is blowing crazily and the snow is falling hard, but they never expected an old man to come here. The old man has just lost his beloved wife, and his mood is very sad. It seems that he has no expectation for life. He stared at the sky; Gazing at the river; Staring at this seemingly strange world. Reed cries for the old man, and the fluttering fluffy reed flowers are his tears; Seaweed cries for the old man, and the slender ripples are his tears; The tree cries for the old man, and the fallen leaves are his tears. I saw the old man untie the rope silently and laboriously, took out a hammer on the ice, rowed the boat slowly to the middle of the lake, threw up the hook and fished quietly. Sometimes he drinks, and sometimes he sings a sad song: "-calling Yi's name with life, night after night, no matter what, you didn't respond, ah-"The song echoed in the sky intermittently. When the north wind saw it, he sighed, "There are such strong people in the world!"

Move, move, the fish is hooked, and the old man's eyes are bright. He is a rare fish! Unconsciously, the old man felt cold, so he put on his hat and hemp fiber. At this time, there was a faint fish cry in the fish basket. The old man looked at the sad eyes of the fish, his nose was sour and he sighed. He took the fish in his hand and gently put it into the river. The fish swam around the boat several times in the water and left quietly. He looked at the fish swimming in the river, took a sip of wine and sang sadly.

3. The 300-word composition describing Jiang Xue's poem "Jiang Xue" was rewritten.

It was a cold day, with the north wind whistling and heavy snow falling. The ground is covered with thick snow, and it creaks when you step on it, which makes the world particularly quiet. It's really cold. It makes people tremble. It's so cold that only plum blossoms stand upright. Birds can't be heard or seen in the mountains, and even the most industrious people close the door and refuse to go out.

People have died in the snowstorm. I had to walk alone by the lake, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky and only a few stars accompanying me.

But just when I wanted to leave, a small black spot appeared in the distance, and I suddenly felt inexplicably excited. The black spot approached little by little, and I clearly saw that it was a small boat. The old man on the boat was poised and skillfully manipulated the boat. The old man is wearing a bamboo hat, with hemp fiber and pipe in his mouth, and his white beard is fluttering, which is very leisurely. I asked the old man, "Grandpa, what are you doing here now?" The old man smiled and said, "Fishing is coming!" After listening to this, I am puzzled. How to fish in winter? Just want to ask, the old man took over: "Fishing has no intention of asking, just to see Le Er. Unfortunately, no one sees this beautiful scenery! " I was at a loss, but after thinking about it, I woke up. At this time, the dark clouds beside the moon dispersed, the "chess pieces" in the sky were hung with lanterns one by one, and the lake turned silver. I left with the harvest.

Jiang Xue wrote the scenery described in the poem in his own words. 150 words "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints" to describe the snow scene. "Qian Shan" and "Wanjing" are all exaggerated words. Looking around, I can only see white fields and a silver world. There is no clear word "snow" in these two sentences, but the lonely realm of "birds fly" and "people disappear" makes people feel chilly. The last two sentences are ingenious, outlining the strange sight of a fisherman fishing alone in the cold river. The river is covered with snow and there is a fishing boat. On the fishing boat, there is a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat, fighting the snow and catching fish on the cold river. The last sentence points out the word "snow", which covers the whole article.

This poem seems to describe the scenery, but in fact it shapes the poet's own image by describing the snow scene in Jiang Ye. The image of the old fisherman depicted in the poem is the image expression of the poet's inner world to the harsh environment. Against the vast and empty background, the poem sets off a lonely boat fishing alone in the Han River, and also reveals the poet's lonely feelings.

5. Jiang Xue Composition 200 Six-character North Wind Blows and Snowflakes Flutter. In this unfinished season of bloom, the reeds lost their usual style and stood there with their heads down; Seaweed has no usual dance, but can only hide quietly under the ice and secretly look at the outside world; The tree lost its usual style and was bent by the angry snow mother-in-law

The north wind smiled and said, "Nothing is my opponent." Snowflake gloated: "I want all the creatures here to bow to me."

The wind is blowing crazily and the snow is falling hard, but they never expected an old man to come here. The old man has just lost his beloved wife, and his mood is very sad. It seems that he has no expectation for life.

He stared at the sky; Gazing at the river; Staring at this seemingly strange world. Reed cries for the old man, and the fluttering fluffy reed flowers are his tears; Seaweed cries for the old man, and the slender ripples are his tears; The tree cries for the old man, and the fallen leaves are his tears.

I saw the old man untie the rope silently and laboriously, took out a hammer on the ice, rowed the boat slowly to the middle of the lake, threw up the hook and fished quietly. Sometimes he drinks, and sometimes he sings a sad song: "-calling Yi's name with life, night after night, no matter what, you didn't respond, ah-"The song echoed in the sky intermittently.

When the north wind saw it, he sighed, "There are such strong people in the world!" Move, move, the fish is hooked, and the old man's eyes are bright. He is a rare fish! Unconsciously, the old man felt cold, so he put on his hat and hemp fiber. At this time, there was a faint fish cry in the fish basket.

The old man looked at the sad eyes of the fish, his nose was sour and he sighed. He took the fish in his hand and gently put it into the river. The fish swam around the boat several times in the water and left quietly.

He looked at the fish swimming in the river, took a sip of wine and sang sadly.

6. Yongzhou, Jiang Xue is a beautiful cultural ancient city in southern Hunan, and its geographical environment is superior. Green water passes through the city and is surrounded by beautiful mountains. Looking around, the eyes are full of green, just like a jade carefully created by God, which makes this ancient city forever radiate the brilliance of life and youth. However, the most intoxicating scenery in Yongzhou ancient city is the snow scene. When the heavy snow turned the mountains into silver, there was white everywhere. In this silvery world, Num is like a jewel necklace around the neck of the ancient city, which is particularly eye-catching and bright green.

On that day, Liu Zongyuan went home from court, with red clouds and cloudy weather.

I remembered my good friend Han Yu, who was expelled from Beijing on such a day and went to Chaozhou by the sea. At this time, I happened to be walking on the mountain road in Qinling, braving the snow and suffering, but I could do nothing. Thought of here, the warm stove can no longer make him feel comfortable and safe, but also go to the ice and snow, suffering from the cold like Han Yu, and his heart will be more stable. So he took the boy and braved the heavy snow to go fishing in Weihe River.

They rocked the boat to the middle of the Weihe River. The ship is very crude, the canopy is blowing in all directions, and a layer of snow has accumulated in the cabin. Liu Zongyuan put on hemp fiber and hat, picked up the fishing rod, straightened the fishing line, and sat at the bow pretending to catch fish. Fishing pays attention to peace of mind. At this time, Liu Zongyuan was not in the mood to fish at all. Han Yu's experience has been lingering in his mind, and he just wants to miss him alone. However, it is impossible to show it. If others know, unexpected things will happen.

Suddenly, he had a brainwave and had a simple framework. He looked up at the surrounding scenery. The Qinling Mountains in the south are steep and heavy. The sky is cloudy and there are no birds in sight; There is nearly a foot of snow on the river bank, and there are no pedestrians, which also covers the footprints and hoofprints of any creature: "There are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths." With these two words, the empty environment comes to life. Only on the mirror-like river, an old man who is worried about the country and the people and has a heavy heart is fishing alone. I'm thinking, am I paying tribute to Han Yu, a cold person? But my mind is not on the fish at all. Han Yu is not dead, and I can't say that. But the word "Han" is absolutely necessary. Now that there is "cold" and "fishing for cold fish" doesn't rhyme, the word "fish" can never be used. But not to mention fishing. What are you fishing in this cold river? Practice hard, choose words carefully, chew over words, and deliberate repeatedly. In the end, I condensed it into this eternal swan song:

7. A 300-word composition describing Jiang Xue's poem "Jiang Xue" was rewritten. It was a cold day, with the north wind whistling and heavy snow falling.

The ground is covered with thick snow, and it creaks when you step on it, which makes the world particularly quiet. It's really cold. It makes people tremble. It's so cold that only plum blossoms stand upright.

Birds can't be heard or seen in the mountains, and even the most industrious people close the door and refuse to go out. People have died in the snowstorm.

I had to walk alone by the lake, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky and only a few stars accompanying me. But just when I wanted to leave, a small black spot appeared in the distance, and I suddenly felt inexplicably excited.

The black spot approached little by little, and I clearly saw that it was a small boat. The old man on the boat was poised and skillfully manipulated the boat. The old man is wearing a bamboo hat, with hemp fiber and pipe in his mouth, and his white beard is fluttering, which is very leisurely.

I asked the old man, "Grandpa, what are you doing here now?" The old man smiled and said, "Fishing is coming!" After listening to this, I am puzzled. How to fish in winter? Just want to ask, the old man took over: "Fishing has no intention of asking, just to see Le Er. Unfortunately, no one sees this beautiful scenery! " I was at a loss, but after thinking about it, I woke up. At this time, the dark clouds beside the moon dispersed, the "chess pieces" in the sky were hung with lanterns one by one, and the lake turned silver.

I left with the harvest.