The owner of Furong Mountain who stayed in Fengxue changed the writing to the first person

1. The master who stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow rewrote it into a narrative of no less than 500 words

The master who stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow

One day, Liu Changqing Rush to a remote place to run an errand. As we were walking, suddenly there was heavy snowfall in the sky, and it was falling one after another. The north wind was howling, snowflakes were swirling in the air, and suddenly, the ground and trees were covered with a thick carpet.

One day, Liu Changqing rushed to a remote place for business. As we were walking, suddenly there was heavy snowfall in the sky, and it was falling one after another. The north wind was howling, snowflakes were swirling in the air, and suddenly, the ground and trees were covered with a thick carpet.

Liu Changqing shrank his head, hunched his back, and braved the wind and snow, walking alone on the open snow, making a crunching sound, leaving a string of long footprints behind him. He quickened his pace, wanting to go a little further, but the sky had darkened and night had fallen. Liu Changqing looked up helplessly and looked into the distance. Cangshan Mountain looked extremely distant in the night. He was cold and hungry and could no longer walk in the heavy snow, so he had to find a place to stay. Not far away, a hut appeared in front of us. The thick snow seemed to be crushing the hut. A gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes danced in the sky above the hut. The old firewood door made a creaking sound. Overjoyed, he approached the hut and knocked gently on the door. A gray-haired old man came to open the door. The old man welcomed Liu Changqing into the house. Liu Changqing saw that the house was destitute and there was almost nothing. He found a place to sit down, and the old man brought him a large bowl of steaming boiling water to warm him up first, and then brought some pieces of sweet potatoes to Liu Changqing to satisfy his hunger. After Liu Changqing had eaten and thanked him, he lay down on a broken door board to rest.

The north wind was still howling outside the house, and occasionally the sound of branches breaking and the howling of wolves in the distance made Liu Changqing a little scared and did not dare to sleep. It was late at night, and the sound of dogs barking came from outside the door, from far to near. It turned out that the old man's son had returned from hunting. Liu Changqing heard the voices of their father and son talking in low voices: "It's such a horrible weather today. I've been in the mountains from morning to now, but I haven't found any prey." The hunter said to the old man dejectedly.

After hearing this, Liu Changqing sighed with great sympathy. He was so moved that he got up and wrote the famous poem "The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow". 2. The writing background of The Master of Furong Mountain during the Snow

Liu Changqing was born in Luoyang, with the courtesy name Wenfang. He was born in about the fourteenth year of Kaiyuan (726), and his main creative activities came after the Anshi Rebellion. Liu Changqing lived in poverty in his early years. He failed in repeated attempts and achieved no success for a long time. It was not until he was in his forties that he won the title and was awarded the title of Changzhou County Lieutenant. It can be said that "one official becomes a white leader". ("Songjiang Alone") What happened to him after he became an official? On the contrary, it was even more unfortunate. In the first year of Qianyuan (759) of Emperor Suzong, he was demoted to the rank of Nanba County Lieutenant because of his "violence". He did not return to Suzhou until the spring of the second year of Zhengyuan (761). "Poor scales" comes from a metaphor. ("Going to Ganyue Pavilion after being relegated") After that, Liu Changqing began a new round of wandering around Ganye in order to find a political way out. In the second year of Dali (767) He sought an official position in Chang'an, but got nothing; in the fourth year of the Dali calendar, he went south by boat, wandering among the lakes and Hunan provinces. When describing his life in his poem, he said: "Just to make a living, you come to travel far away. You have no food at home, and everything depends on you." "People seek." ("Suiyang Presents to Li Sicang") This is not only a portrayal of the poet's own life, but also a portrayal of many literati who sought eunuchs at that time. In order to make a living and a future, they had to leave their wives and children, leave their hometowns, and travel to the powerful. The poem "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow" was written at this time. The poet was running around for his livelihood and career. Because of the greatness of his life, Part of his time was spent in adversity. His long-term depression added some melancholy and rustling mood to his poems, making them seem desolate and sad. This poem can also be understood in this way: because "The sun sets and the mountains are far away", so he had to stay in a house in the mountains, but he was awakened by the barking of the Chaimen dog in the middle of the night. It turned out that the owner had returned home on a snowy night. The poet spontaneously felt sympathy for this person. This person who returned at night was not struggling for life like himself. Are you running around? I don’t know how many people are still running around on such a windy and snowy night! "Returning home on a snowy night" is not just the owner of Furong Mountain, not just the poet Liu Changqing, nor just a person seeking eunuchs, but all the people in the world. In this way, "returning home on a snowy night" has both realistic and symbolic meanings .. 3. The full text of "The Master of Furong Mountain Stayed in the Snow" can be rewritten into an article like a travelogue. Note: More than

One afternoon in winter, I wanted to visit a friend. This friend lives just across the mountain. If you take the official road, you have to go far away, but if you go over the mountain, the distance is very close. So, I decided to walk through the mountains.

Twilight is gradually coming, but seeing the dim dusk, the faint mountains, and the long mountain road, I am also a little tired. What I didn't even expect was that the originally calm and peaceful sky would suddenly change drastically after nightfall. The strong wind swept the snow and rushed towards me. I complained secretly in my heart, and my steps became slower and slower. When I was exhausted, I suddenly saw a simple thatched hut standing in the wind and snow in the distance. I was so happy that I hurried along the mountain road to this only resting place in the mountain. Knocking on the door, a middle-aged woman came out, dressed simply but very cleanly.

She was very surprised by the arrival of my uninvited guest: "How could someone be walking in the mountains in such weather? I thought it was my husband who came back!" I bowed deeply: "This sister-in-law is very presumptuous and disturbs me in the cold night. I planned to cross this mountain to see a friend on the other side, but I didn’t expect that it would be difficult to walk due to the wind and snow at night! I wonder if I can..." The woman didn’t wait for me to finish. He said: "You are welcome. There is nowhere to hide in the wind and snow. Although our place is simple, we can still have a rest. If you don't mind, stay here for one night!" I was overwhelmed after hearing this. gratitude. Then he followed the woman into the house. I saw that the furnishings in the house were very simple, giving it the feeling of "a house with only four walls". But even in such a poor home, there are warm and hospitable hosts. Coupled with the fact that I am exhausted from the journey, I am overjoyed! Finally getting rid of the pain of wind and snow, I feel much warmer in my heart.

After a short rest, the hostess took me to the side room. "There are ready-made bedding in this room for my children to use when they come back. You can make do with it for one night." I repeated Say thanks. After sending the hostess away, I suddenly felt very sleepy. I have been traveling for a long time and the cold wind is biting. I really want to sleep comfortably right away. So, after a while he fell into sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I was suddenly awakened by the sound of dogs barking in the yard. I could only hear the howling wind outside, and I couldn’t help but wonder: Could it be another person trapped in the mountains by the wind and snow? But there was no knock on the door, only a "creak". The visitor opened the firewood door and entered the courtyard. Then he closed the firewood door tightly and suppressed the barking of the dog. I thought to myself: Oh, it turns out that the male owner of this house is back! Sure enough, I heard the voice of the hostess coming from the outer room: "Daddy, why are you back so late in this weather?!" The male host replied: "I saw a good prey! Haha..." He was about to say Something, the hostess interrupted: "Keep your voice down, let's talk inside the house. There is a passerby staying at our house tonight, don't wake him up." The man whispered and entered the house. The lights in the outer room were turned off again, and silence returned.

I thought to myself: On such a snowy night, it is such a blessing to be able to stay in such a poor but warm farmhouse! 4. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain who stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow, was rewritten as a narrative essay

One day, Liu Changqing rushed to a remote place for business.

As we were walking, suddenly heavy snow fell from the sky, and it was falling one after another. The north wind was howling, snowflakes were swirling in the air, and suddenly, the ground and trees were covered with a thick carpet.

One day, Liu Changqing rushed to a remote place for business. As we were walking, suddenly there was heavy snowfall in the sky, and it was falling one after another.

The north wind was howling, snowflakes were swirling in the air, and suddenly, the ground and trees were covered with a thick carpet. Liu Changqing shrank his head, hunched his back, and braved the wind and snow, walking alone on the open snow, leaving a series of long footprints behind him.

He quickened his pace, wanting to go a little further, but the sky had darkened and night had fallen. Liu Changqing looked up helplessly and looked into the distance. Cangshan Mountain looked extremely distant in the night.

He was cold and hungry, and could no longer walk in the heavy snow, so he had to find a place to stay. Not far away, a hut appeared in front of us. The thick snow seemed to be crushing the hut. A gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes danced in the sky above the hut. The old firewood door made a creaking sound.

He was overjoyed, approached the hut, and knocked gently on the door. A gray-haired old man came to open the door.

The old man welcomed Liu Changqing into the house. Liu Changqing saw that the house was destitute and there was almost nothing.

He found a place to sit down, and the old man brought him a large bowl of steaming boiling water to warm him up first, and then brought some pieces of sweet potatoes to Liu Changqing to satisfy his hunger. After Liu Changqing had eaten and thanked him, he lay down on a broken door board to rest.

The north wind was still howling outside the house, and occasionally the sound of branches breaking and the howling of wolves in the distance made Liu Changqing a little scared and dared not fall asleep. It was late at night, and the sound of dogs barking came from outside the door, from far to near. It turned out that the old man's son had returned from hunting.

Liu Changqing heard the voices of their father and son talking in low voices: "It's such a horrible weather today, I've been in the mountains from morning to now, but I haven't found any prey." The hunter said to the old man in frustration.

After hearing this, Liu Changqing sighed with great sympathy. He was so moved that he got up and wrote the famous poem "The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow". 5. The host who stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow was expanded into a composition, thank you

One day, Liu Changqing rushed to a remote place for business.

As we were walking, suddenly heavy snow fell from the sky, and it was falling one after another. The north wind was howling, snowflakes were swirling in the air, and suddenly, the ground and trees were covered with a thick carpet.

Liu Changqing shrank his head, hunched his back, and braved the wind and snow, walking alone on the open snow, making a crunching sound, leaving a string of long footprints behind him. He quickened his pace, wanting to go a little further, but the sky had darkened and night had fallen.

Liu Changqing looked up helplessly and looked into the distance. Cangshan Mountain looked extremely distant in the night. He was cold and hungry and could no longer walk in the heavy snow, so he had to find a place to stay.

Not far away, a hut appeared in front of us. The thick snow seemed to be crushing the hut. A gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes danced in the sky above the hut. The old wood door made a creaking sound. Overjoyed, he approached the hut and knocked gently on the door.

A white-haired old man came to open the door. The old man welcomed Liu Changqing into the house.

Liu Changqing saw that the house was destitute and there was almost nothing. He found a place to sit down, and the old man brought him a large bowl of steaming boiling water to warm him up first, and then brought some pieces of sweet potatoes to Liu Changqing to satisfy his hunger.

After Liu Changqing had eaten and thanked him, he lay down on a broken door board to rest. The north wind was still howling outside the house, and occasionally he heard the sound of branches breaking and the howling of wolves in the distance, which made Liu Changqing a little scared and dared not fall asleep.

It was late at night, and the sound of dogs barking came from outside the door, from far to near. It turned out that the old man's son had returned from hunting. Liu Changqing heard the voices of their father and son talking in low voices: "It's such a horrible weather today. I've been in the mountains from morning to now, but I haven't found any prey."

The hunter said to the old man dejectedly. After hearing this, Liu Changqing sighed with great sympathy.

He was so moved that he got up and wrote the famous poem "The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow". Liu Changqing was very satisfied with the poem he wrote, so he sent it to the People's Publishing House.

The editor of the publishing house incorporated it into the primary school textbook. The school teacher uncle performed this story emotionally for the students in class.

After class, the teacher asked the students to rewrite this poem into a short essay. The students used their imagination and wrote with great excitement, "One day, Liu Changqing rushed to a remote place to do business..." 2. One winter afternoon, I wanted to visit a friend.

This friend lives on the opposite side of the mountain. If you take the official road, you have to go far away, but if you go over the mountain, the distance is very close.

So, I decided to walk through the mountains. The night gradually fell, but seeing the vast dusk, the faint mountains, and the long mountain roads, I was also a little tired.

What I didn’t expect was that the originally calm and peaceful sky suddenly changed drastically after nightfall. The strong wind swept the snow and rushed towards me.

I secretly complained in my heart, and my steps became slower and slower. When I was exhausted, I suddenly saw a simple thatched hut standing in the wind and snow in the distance.

I was so happy that I hurried along the mountain road to this only resting place in the mountain. Knocking on the door, a middle-aged woman came out, dressed simply but very cleanly.

She was very surprised by the arrival of my uninvited guest: "How could anyone be walking in the mountains in such weather? I thought it was my husband who came back!" I bowed deeply: "This sister-in-law , very presumptuous, the cold night disturbed me. I originally planned to cross this mountain to see a friend, but I didn't expect that it would be difficult to walk due to the snow at night.

It seems that it will be difficult to make the trip tonight! Can you..." The woman didn't wait for me to finish, and then said, "You don't have to be polite. There is no place to hide in the wind and snow. Although our place is simple, we can still take a rest. If you don't mind, stay here tonight. Please stay here for one night!" I was very grateful after hearing this.

Then he followed the woman into the house. I saw that the furnishings in the house were very simple, giving it the feeling of "a house with only four walls".

But even in such a poor home, there is a hospitable owner. Coupled with the fact that I am exhausted from the journey, I am overjoyed! Finally getting rid of the pain of wind and snow, I feel much warmer in my heart. After a short rest, the hostess took me to the side room. "There are ready-made beddings in this room for my children to use when they come back.

You can make do with it for one night." I repeated Say thanks.

After seeing off the hostess, I suddenly felt sleepy. I have been traveling for a long time and the cold wind is biting. I really want to sleep comfortably right away.

So, soon I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but I was suddenly awakened by the sound of dogs barking in the yard. I could only hear the howling wind outside, and I couldn’t help but wonder: Could it be another person trapped in the mountains by the wind and snow? But there was no knock on the door, only a "creak". The visitor opened the firewood door and entered the courtyard. Then he closed the firewood door tightly and suppressed the barking of the dog.

I thought to myself: Oh, it turns out that the man of the house is back! Sure enough, I heard the voice of the hostess coming from the outer room: "Daddy, why are you back so late in this weather?!" The male host replied: "I saw a good prey! Haha..." He was about to say Something, the hostess interrupted: "Keep your voice down, let's talk after we enter the house. There is a passerby staying at our house tonight, don't wake him up."

The man responded quietly. With a sound, come into the house. The lights in the outer room were turned off again, and silence returned.

I thought to myself: On such a snowy night, it is really a blessing to be able to stay in such a poor but warm farmhouse. 6. Rewrite Liu Changqing's "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow" into prose form

Home, a place sheltered from the wind and snow.

It’s night, I thought as I walked in the wind and snow of Furong Mountain. The fierce wind swept up thick snowflakes and enveloped me. The road became increasingly difficult to walk, and the snow was so deep that it was difficult to even lift my legs.

I wanted to find a place to hide for a while, but there was not a single house nearby. If I rested against a tree like this, I would definitely freeze.

I don’t want to be a real snowman the next day, struggling to move forward. It was white, snowflakes were flying in front of me, and the road under my feet no longer mattered. I was really worried that I would accidentally fall into the valley.

Just when I was worried, a corner of white roof appeared at the edge of the forest. Going forward, a thatched house surrounded by piled stone walls appeared in front of me. I hurried over.

The guard dog barked. It seems that this is not an abandoned old house, and my stomach may still be full.

The person who opened the door to me was an old woman. She let me into the house, repeatedly asked me to sit by the fire, and lifted a leather mattress from the bed for me to put on my back. The fire was burning and the old lady and I started chatting.

It turns out that this family has lived in Furong Mountain for a long time, and she and her son depended on each other. Her son is a hunter. He has not returned from hunting since Chen.

The old lady was looking forward to her son's return in the wind and snow, but it was me who was waiting for him. The old lady poured a bowl of hot tea and put it in my hand, and we talked a lot.

The topic of livelihood is always so close, and I have a more realistic understanding of the hardships of a family living in the mountains. A long time passed, but she still didn't see her son return. From time to time, the old woman went to the window and looked out. How could she see through the wind and snow in the sky.

Staring at the steaming tea, I suddenly thought of something like this. If her son really cannot come back, I will be her son and accompany the old man to live here. The yellow dog in the courtyard barked again, and the cheerful bark made people happy.

The master is back, bringing the prey and our dinner. The snow is still heavy, but it's all outside the house.

I had a big meal as if I were at home, and saw off the wind and snow in Furong Mountain in my dream. 7. Rewrite Liu Changqing's "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow" into a prose form

Home, a place sheltered from the wind and snow. It's night, I thought like this while walking in the wind and snow of Furong Mountain.

The strong wind swept up thick snowflakes and enveloped me. The road became increasingly difficult to walk, and the snow was so deep that it was difficult to even lift my legs. I wanted to find a place to hide for a while, but I couldn't see a single house nearby. If I rested against a tree like this, I would definitely freeze. I don’t want to be a real snowman the next day, struggling to move forward.

It was white, with snowflakes flying in front of me, and the road under my feet no longer mattered. I was really worried that I would accidentally fall into the valley. Just when I was worried, a white roof appeared at the edge of the forest. Going further, a thatched house surrounded by piled stone walls appeared in front of me. I hurried over.

The guard dog barked. It seems that this is not an abandoned old house, and my stomach may still be full. The person who opened the door to me was an old woman. She let me in, repeatedly asked me to sit by the fire, and lifted a leather mattress from the bed for me to put on my back.

The fire was sizzling and the old lady and I started chatting. It turns out that this family has lived in Furong Mountain for a long time, and she and her son depended on each other. Her son is a hunter. He has not returned from hunting since Chen. The old woman was looking forward to her son's return in the wind and snow, but it was me who was waiting for him.

The old lady poured a bowl of hot tea and gave it to me, and we talked a lot. The topic of livelihood is always so close, and I have a more realistic understanding of the hardships of a family living in the mountains. A long time passed, but she still didn't see her son return. From time to time, the old woman went to the window and looked out. How could she see through the wind and snow in the sky. Staring at the steaming tea, I suddenly thought of something like this. If her son really cannot come back, I will be her son and accompany the old man to live here.

The yellow dog in the yard barked again, and the cheerful bark made people happy. The master is back, bringing the prey, our supper, with him.

The snow is still heavy, but it is all outside the house. I had a big meal as if I were at home, and bid farewell to the wind and snow in Furong Mountain in my dream.