① Write a story that I have heard in the sixth grade and adapt it into a short story
Rewrite Zhang Ji's Qiu Si into a short story
Rewrite Qiu Si into a short story (1)
The autumn wind is rustling, the leaves are yellow, and it falls with the autumn wind. In Luoyang, the cold wind is whizzing, which makes people feel bleak in autumn.
One night, Zhang Ji came to the window, and a bright moon shone faintly, looking at his distant hometown, and he felt homesick. He picked up a fallen leaf falling in front of the window and studied it carefully. His thoughts drifted to his distant hometown with the fallen leaves, and he couldn't help but miss his parents and relatives in his hometown ...
Zhang Ji was born in a poor family. He studied hard since childhood. For more than ten years, although he lived in a different place and had no friends, he felt very lonely from time to time, but he didn't miss his hometown and his relatives.
② Zhou Guo An Ren adapted the story into a 4-word composition.
On a beautiful spring day, Yang Wanli, a poet who loves to travel around the mountains, is sailing in a boat in the direction of Anren, ready to visit his friends there.
The scenery along the road is beautiful, the surrounding mountains are rolling continuously, the surrounding grass and trees are reflected on the sparkling water, and small fish leap from the water from time to time. Yang Wanli can't help being intoxicated by this beautiful and quiet scenery.
Suddenly, a fishing boat came into his sight. From a distance, he saw only two children sitting in the fishing boat. One was wearing a red Chinese-style chest covering, and the other was wearing white shorts. They both had a braid in the air. They were very cute children. Yang Wanli immediately became interested. He slowly caught up with the fishing boat and followed them. Yang Wanli found that the two children were not punting, and the bamboo poles and paddles were received at the stern, but the boat moved slowly. He couldn't help but have a question: Why not punting with bamboo poles? Is it broken? Then why does the boat swim by itself? So, Yang Wanli approached the small fishing boat and found that the children had propped up a big umbrella. I don't know what to say. Yang Wanli shouted to the children: "Hey, is there something wrong with your boat?" Why did you hold up the umbrella again? "
The children laughed and laughed for a while, and then said in unison, "Guess!" Yang Wanli looked at the sky and asked, "Is it going to rain?" "No!" The child laughed as he spoke. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the boat got off and sailed far and faster. Yang Wanli suddenly realized: It turns out that your umbrella is used as a sail! In this way, you can not only row hard, but also get no sun. It's a good idea to kill two birds with one stone! How clever!
When Yang Wanli, who was full of poetry, came to Anren, he wrote this poem "Boat Crossing Anren":
Two children from a fishing boat stopped in the boat.
strange people always have umbrellas when there is no rain, not to cover their heads, but to make the wind.
③ The story is adapted into a 1-word composition
Writing idea: The story of the ugly duckling is adapted as the theme, the true feelings are expressed, and the imagination description is exerted.
text:
when I came out of the egg, I found that all the ducks around me looked different from me and were much more beautiful than me. And my brothers and sisters hate me. But my mother loves me very much and thinks that I have stayed in the egg for too long, so I have grown up like this.
Mother took us swimming, which was our first class. Supposedly, it shouldn't. However, I feel as if I have learned it long ago, and I can swim freely and smoothly.
My mother took us to the chicken farm again, where I was very unpopular. All the chickens, chickens and ducks hated me, and a chicken pecked at me. Fortunately, my mother protected me, so I was not bullied by them. After a while, the maid of the chicken farm came again, and he kicked me. In this way, I barely passed the first day.
Later, it got worse every day, and my mother didn't love me. I couldn't stay any longer, so I ran out of the chicken farm and came to a swamp. I met some wild ducks and intend to live here. But at this moment, two wild ducks were shot dead, and I was too scared to move in the grass. The hounds came, asked me, and ran away. I said wryly, "I'm so ugly that even the hounds won't eat me!" " .
at night, after a pause, I ran out of the reeds and found a farmhouse. That hut is really broken, as if it would fall down at any moment. But the wind is so strong that I have to go in here. The owner of this family took me in and gave me food and drink. Her cat is very proud because the hen regards it as a wise man.
The old hen lays a lot of eggs, and she also thinks that no one in the world is smarter than her master. After a while, I suddenly wanted to swim, so I told the cat and the hen. But none of them agreed, so I left and lived freely in the pond. There were many things in autumn, but I survived. One day, I saw a group of noble white animals flying to the south. After seeing them, I had a strange impulse, as if I liked them.
In winter, it's so cold that the water freezes. I have to swim around the lake to keep it from freezing completely. Finally, I passed out, frozen with it. When I woke up, I found myself in a very warm cabin.
One day, their children surrounded me. I thought they were going to hurt me, so I flew into the milk bucket, butter basin and flour bucket. It looked really funny when it came out. But this time they really wanted to hit me, so I flew out the door. The story that followed was so tragic that I won't talk about it.
in spring, I flew, feeling much easier and struggling with a small garden. I saw that noble animal again. I think I'm so ugly, so let him kill me. Anyway, it's better than before. I flew over and landed on the lake, and they immediately put up their feathers and swam towards me. I put my head down. But what I saw from the water was not the gray and stupid duckling, but a noble and beautiful white swan!
Later, some people came. They fed me bread and praised me for being beautiful. I felt so happy.
④ An ancient poem was adapted into a story in 6 words
A group of troops marched slowly on the Gobi Desert in the frontier fortress. The armored general suddenly reined in the mare's mount, and the horse looked up and roared, and the neighing echoed in the long and narrow valley.
everyone looked up, and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. The general's bronze face showed a rare smile, and the trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand.
"rest on the spot!" As soon as the general raised the whip in his hand, the powerful voice shook the rubble on both sides of the mountain.
The yellow setting sun dyed the general's gray beard, and also sprinkled a mysterious color on the whole team, like a group of heavenly soldiers and generals who suddenly descended on the edge of this desert.
Standing in the northwest frontier fortress wrapped in autumn, it seems that heaven and earth meet here. The sky of frontier fortress seems to be extraordinarily open and empty, lonely and deep, without the suspicion of floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity. The geese flying in the south occasionally fly across the sky, leaving in a hurry in line with the ancient "honor guard", but they don't miss this frontier fortress scene specially prepared for them.
this desolate northwest frontier!
The autumn wind is stronger, carrying yellow sand, whipping shrunken shrubs on the roadside like a whip, whipping cold and hard stones and the tired team. The horse couldn't help this relentless beating, snorting and neighing. The foot soldiers leaned close together and buried their heads very low. Time seems to have frozen at this time.
A distant and profound sound of the retreat horn sounded, and there came the screams of war horses, the collision of armored weapons, the sound of the autumn wind tearing the standard and the howling sound caused by the crazy friction of the sand ... All kinds of voices intertwined and echoed in the sky of this desert, as if they were the only ones who were the masters of this land.
The wind roared, and the rolling yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow of the sunset, leaving a hasty pallor.
over the campsite, the rising thick smoke, bared its teeth, gradually swallowed up the pallor of the west. The surrounding mountains are becoming more and more ferocious in the night. Only the lonely city with closed gates and the people in the lonely city fell asleep with the wind of the frontier fortress.
dream? Homesick people are afraid of falling asleep.
marching and fighting during the day make them feel homesick, but the moon reaches the zenith and the tender moon embraces them all in the arms of their hometown. Looking at the moon, my wife's shallow smile is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the mother who is over 6 years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the children's sweet shouts came from the moon ... But the soldiers were helpless, and their cheeks were covered with cold tears: Although they were ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy have not been completed, and it is difficult to return home, and they can't return home!
The general poured a pot of strong liquor alone, in order to ease the fatigue of the day's battle, but also to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint lights flickered in the lampshade, lengthening and shortening the general's tired figure. The general's hand is moving on the battle map, and he is thinking about the battle plan over and over again. His eyes stopped at the point on the map surrounded by mountains, quietly lost in thought. Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading his foot soldiers to kill the enemy, invincible, and the dead and wounded of the enemy were everywhere. The foot soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory! " Cheering and jumping. He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a boulder ...
The general's face was red. I don't know if it was because of the fierce wine just now, or because he was still immersed in the excitement of the stone carving. The white hair on the head was reflected whiter by the red face.
Suddenly, a sad and desolate sound of Qiang flute brought the general back to reality. It is like crying, like complaining, like anger, and it floats in the whole moonlit night, like a ghost, and once again brings up the tenderest and deepest emotion in the general's heart-infinite homesickness.
In an instant, the autumn frost outside the account climbed the general's forehead again.
that night, the officers and men guarding the border tried to serve the country, and the men who fought in the war were homesick.
⑤ An ancient poem is adapted into a story composition of 5 words
-Song Xin Qiji
Summer is a vibrant season. You see: lush trees have opened handfuls of "sun umbrellas" for the earth, and flowers are competing to open and compete for beauty. Over a mountain, through several deep paths, I came to a remote and beautiful mountain village in the south of the Yangtze River. It's very quiet here. There is no sound except a few crows of chickens and barks of dogs.
next to the mountain village, there is a clear spring flowing down from the mountain. The sunlight shines on it, reflecting colorful brilliance, as beautiful and magical as a mirror in a fairy tale. There are still some green lotus leaves on the stream, protecting the delicate lotus like messengers. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and ripples like fish scales appear on the stream. Walking to the stream, I picked up a handful of cool spring water to wash my face, and immediately felt refreshed.
On the other side of the stream, there is a low and small hut. Lotus leaves make a green "natural barrier" for this hut. In the hut, there was an elderly couple, who seemed to have just finished drinking, slightly drunk and smiling on their red faces. They amuse and amuse each other with Wu dialect. The voice is so soft, the language is so kind, so happy! In the open space outside the hut, the green grass is shaded. Under a big tree next to the house, sat a teenager, the second son of the old couple, who was knitting a cage for the chicken. He made it up seriously, which is really ingenious. On the left of the second son, there lies a two-year-old urchin. He is not idle either. Look, he will tease the little fish for a while. Peeling the lotus for a while, that naughty and childish look is really loved by everyone. In a bean field on the east side of the stream, there is a great young man in his twenties. He is the eldest son of the old couple, and he is sweating hard in the field. The hot sun makes him sweat, but he still works hard ...
Looking at this family living in a paradise, the eldest son and the second son are hardworking and simple, and the younger son is naughty and lovely. What a happy farmhouse!
⑥ five-dollar story adaptation (composition)
As the auction is about to end, there is only one of the best bicycles left, and its body is as bright as new, with multiple gears, a 1-stage transmission, a two-way hand brake, a speed indicator and a set of electric lighting devices at night.
the auctioneer asked: who bid?
At this moment, the little boy standing in the front and almost desperate whispered, "Five dollars!" " The auctioneer stopped singing and stood there.
"I'll give you $1!" A voice shouted.
The little boy was very depressed. He looked at the crowd, sighed and was ready to leave. At this moment, the auctioneer took the bicycle to a gentleman.
Just as the little boy left the scene, someone shouted, "Wait a minute! Children! " He ran out of his seat and came to the front desk. While moving the bicycle bit by bit, he gasped and shouted, Wait a minute! Wait a minute ... The little boy stopped and looked doubtfully at the table. The man was a young boss, only to see him run up to him and say, "This car, I ... I'll give it to you! "The little boy's mouth opened wide, and it took him a long time to say," Sir, are you kidding me? " "Of course not! Hehe, this is for you! Free! " "Sir, today is not April Fool's Day!" "When I was a child, I was like you, very poor and lonely. I only had $2. Now, I want to help children who are more like me. Do you believe me? "
⑦ How to write a composition adapted from fairy tales
Tibetan Bodhisattva wearing a hat
Once upon a time, there lived an amiable old couple in the countryside of Japan. Although they work hard, they are still very poor, and they barely have three meals. One day, the old woman told the old man, "My wife, it's going to be the Spring Festival tomorrow, but < P > look at our rice jar! There is only a little glutinous rice left, which is only enough to make a small rice ball. If this continues,
what can I do? " At this time, the old woman's face showed sadness and disappointment, and she was not
happy about the coming of the New Year.
but the old woman was optimistic again at once. She said, "My wife! Although there is only this rice, I can still make a delicious rice ball! "
The old man felt very happy when he heard this. But just as they were talking, in the mouse hole in the corner, a group of little old mice were crying around their mother mouse. Because their stomachs were too hungry, they clamored for something to eat. But the old
mouse mother really can't do anything, so the little mice "cheep!" Hey! " I began to cry.
The old woman and the old man are also very sad to see this sentiment. "What a pity! Let's give you this glutinous rice! Stop
crying! Make these glutinous rice into some delicious rice cakes and welcome the coming of the New Year! " The old man will put those glutinous rice <