500 words to expand ancient village poetry composition.

1. The ancient poem "Village Residence" was rewritten. One day in spring, Gao Ding went out for a walk and saw the grass sticking out of its little green head.

The longest grass swayed as if calling for other partners. There were several calls of orioles in the air. Gao Ding looked up and saw two orioles chasing and playing.

It was the spring of February, and Gao Ding came to the river to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery. At this time, a few willow branches touched him gently.

Gao Ding looked up and found a willow tree next to him, with its green branches stroking the river bank. Gao Ding took a few more steps and found that the front was getting more and more blurred-it turned out to be the water vapor evaporated from Shui Ze and vegetation, and the water vapor condensed like smoke, as if he were in a fairyland.

The children in the village came back early after school without delay. When the children got home, they quickly picked up their kites and ran out of the door. Riding the strong east wind, they flew kites happily.

At this time, the poet Gao Ding also ran over to join in the fun and said, "Can you add me?" Those children all agreed to add Gao Ding. Therefore, Gao Ding and the children happily played with flying kites.

It was dark, and the children reluctantly left with kites, and Gao Ding was a little reluctant-because he had not had such a good time for a long time. When he got home, he wrote a poem to express his feelings: the grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. The title of the book is Village Residence.

Looking at this poem, Gao Ding remembered the scene of flying a kite today and couldn't help laughing. Because, he is so happy today.

2. Rewrite a short essay (500 words) according to the ancient poems of Qingpingle villagers' residence.

I, a person walking on the way home, my heart is full of sadness, my hometown! How can it be occupied by Beijingers? How I want to serve my country! Along the way, what a beautiful scenery, only I am worried.

When I came to a farmhouse, I was stunned by what I saw:

White clouds float high in the sky, around the sky and around the green hills. An old couple sat face to face, as if they had drunk some wine and their faces were flushed. They talked intimately in the local dialect. The wife pointed to the east while holding her husband. I looked in the direction she pointed. Walking through a small bamboo forest, I saw a mature man weeding hard in the bean field by a clear stream. Although wearing a straw hat, the sweat kept dripping down. It seems that this is their eldest son! There are several banana trees outside the fence, which are lush. In the fence, perhaps the second son of the old couple is carefully knitting a chicken coop. There is a big jujube tree beside the low thatched cottage. Under the tree, a child, perhaps the second son of the old couple, is peeling the lotus seriously. In front of him, there is a small pond with pink lotus flowers and plump leaves covering the whole pond. Fish swim happily in the water, jump out of the water from time to time, and then plop into the pond.

At this time, the old couple saw me and smiled and reached out to call me. I couldn't refuse, so I went in and sat down. The old man picked some fresh fruits for me and asked his little son to pick some big lotus leaves for me to eat. I ate with relish and said, "Grandpa, you have three sons." "Yes, they have their own strengths, one is diligent, the other is ingenious, the other is naughty and lovely, and the other is filial, hehe!" "You are so blessed!" "Dare not, dare not!" "Uncle, look at what you said, I" ""Speaking of which, I saw my uncle beckoning my wife outside the door to come in. His wife just smiled and shook her head and went to work.

Walking out of this family, I feel that although they are poor, they are very happy. If only all the people in the world could live and work in peace and contentment like this family!

3. Village Residence-Rewriting Ancient Poetry [Village Residence-Rewriting Ancient Poetry] Village Residence-Rewriting Ancient Poetry Text: Village Residence-Rewriting Ancient Poetry Chen Spring has arrived in Class 5, Grade 2, Wuxi County Primary School, Chongqing. The oriole is singing in the tree, the grass has broken out, the willows by the river have sprouted, and the willows are floating gently on the riverbank.

"Bang, bang, bang ..." After school, the students walked and shouted, "Fly a kite!" They came to the green grass, some flew kites, some clapped their hands and shouted, "kites fly so high!" " "Spring in the country is so beautiful! Instructor: Meng Ling's brief comments: The rewriting is in line with the original intention and the imagination is reasonable and appropriate. Submission time: 2005-10-918: 20:19.

4. Rewrite the ancient poem "Village Residence" into a famous ancient poem with the theme of "Village Residence";

Cunju

Zhang Song Shunmin

Running water surrounds the paddy field, and the fence is full of green bamboo; All the elm seeds have been lost, and the hibiscus flowers have become sparse.

As the sun sets, there is no cowboy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows wandering on the village road.

Cunju

Clear. High set

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Qingpingle country house

Song Xin qi Ji

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

In summer, the weather is sunny.

In the green fields, crops are thriving. Next to it, a clear and bright stream is flowing quietly.

In the stream, there are big and round lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers. Under the lotus leaf, several small fish are swimming slowly.

By the stream, there is a low hut. In the thatched cottage, two old couples are drinking.

They were slightly drunk and chatted in Wudi dialect. The old man said: "The weather is good this year, and the crops will definitely have a good harvest!" "The old woman said," yes! Although we are old, we still have three young and strong sons! " Grandpa went on to say, "in a few years, we may have grandchildren!" "Grandma said," With these three sons, we won't worry! " They looked out and their three sons were not idle.

Although it is very hot in summer, the boss is weeding in the bean field east of the stream. Great sweat dripped from his face and body, but he still worked hard.

The second son is young, but he is not idle, weaving cages for chickens. At his side, an old hen led a group of chickens, looking for insects to eat.

The second child said to them, "The henhouse is almost finished, don't worry!" "The third son is the youngest. He lay on the stream and played with the little fish. He picked a lotus flower, peeled it and ate it. He also threw a lotus seed into the washing machine to feed the fish, but the little fish didn't eat it.

His naughty appearance is really pleasing. What a wonderful farmhouse this is.

6. qingping music. Rewrite the composition of the village house in 500 words and quickly rewrite Qingpingle Village House.

Once upon a time, there was a secluded village surrounded by mountains. In the village, colorful flowers are blooming, colorful and hardworking bees are dancing on it, collecting pollen, preparing to make honey and storing it. A clear stream winds through the village of Tintin Dongdong, singing and flowing to the distance. Beside the stream, there is a low and small hut. The grass in front of the hut is lush, and several wild flowers are in full bloom, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

In the house, an old couple sat face to face and drank heartily. They are talking and laughing, with a slightly drunk Wuxiang accent, which is so warm and loving. They talk about their children.

Look, the eldest son is weeding hard in the bean field. He is so dedicated and meticulous, regardless of sweating and panting, he is bent on having a good harvest this year. Look at the second son. He is sitting on the green grass, knitting the chicken coop carefully and intently. While working, he gave himself strength: by weaving the henhouse, the chickens were not baptized by the scorching sun and the storm.

So I began to work more enthusiastically. My favorite son, who had nothing to do, ran to the stream to pick lotus flowers. He was very agile and soon picked a lot of lotus leaves. I saw him lying on the grass at the head of the stream, enjoying the delicious food with relish, which amused passers-by.

The peaceful and quiet environment in the countryside and the warm and harmonious life of the family constitute a wonderful picture.

7. Translate the Qingpingle village residence into a modern composition (not less than 450 words). A clear stream gurgles around the village all year round. On both sides of the stream, there are green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are as crowded as green disks. A breeze blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who's that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree is a small hut. The roof is covered with vines and there are many big pumpkins in it. There is a lush pine forest behind the house. Have a look, there are also a large area of seedlings! In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering with wine. Grandpa smiled and said to grandma, "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" " Hearing this, the old woman threw away her coke and said, "Don't talk about it." Did you do something wrong today and come back to please me? "At this time, the sun is high in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields by the stream. The eldest son looked at the newly sprouted seedlings, shook his head and said happily, "This year must be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to surprise my parents and brothers! "The second son is sitting under a big cypress tree knitting a chicken coop! While knitting, he thought, when the chicken coop is built, the rooster can move in. This is their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying on the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating them, muttering, "I want to bring delicious food to my parents and brothers!" " "Look, he is busy! When the sun sets, Xin Qiji, a poet passing by, sees such a beautiful painting and writes: "The eaves of the Mao are low and the grass is green on the stream. Drunk, charming voice, who has white hair? " The eldest son hoes beans and the second son weaves chicken coops. He likes to lie at the head of the stream and peel lotus flowers when the children are dead.

8. Rewrite the poem "Village Residence" into a beautiful essay. Rewrite "Village Residence" in more than 400 words: February in spring has come, and a breeze blows across the vast land. The grass is dancing with soft waist, the beautiful flowers are smiling, the young trees are waving long green branches, and the lovely birds are flying happily in the sky, just like a beautiful landscape painting.

One day, at the end of five o'clock, every household turned on the gas stove and started cooking, and plumes of smoke came out of the chimney on the house. Some children also dropped out of school. They hurried home, quickly opened their schoolbags and began to do their homework. With that, they picked up the kites they had already prepared and ran out of the house without looking back.

According to the agreement, the children gathered on the hillside of the village, took out all kinds of kites and silently said to themselves: I must be the one who flies highest. Then, he ran down the hillside quickly. The kite flew higher and higher and farther. Finally, it took off.

At this time, all kinds of kites fly freely in the sky. There are fish kites, bird kites, dog kites and eagle kites ... They play with white clouds and sing with real birds. They are really happy. Happy children watched the smoke from the kitchen chimney disappear into the sky bit by bit and knew it was time to eat.

I reluctantly took my kite home, but they will definitely come again tomorrow. "Village" Author: Gao Ding grass flies in February, willow drunk spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. Appreciation of "Village Residence" describes a picture of children flying kites on the grass near the village in spring. This is a picture of rural life full of vitality and spring. After reading this poem, we seem to enjoy it with the poet.