The satrap came by car from the south, and the five horses pulling the cart stopped and wandered. The satrap sent a small official to ask whose beauty this is. "It's a beauty of the Qin family, whose real name is Luo Fu," said the little official. The satrap asked again, "How old is Father Luo?" The beadle replied, "Twenty years old is not enough, just over fifteen." The satrap asked Luo Fu, "Will you ride with me?"
Father Luo came forward and replied, "You are so stupid! You have a wife, rover. I had a husband. (Husband is an official) In the East, there are more than 0/000 followers/kloc, and he ranks first. How can I recognize my husband? The big official riding a white horse with a little black horse is wearing a moss ponytail and a golden halter on his horse's head; Wearing a deer and a deer sword around his waist, the sword can be worth thousands of dollars. At the age of fifteen, he worked as a petty official in the Taishoufu, a doctor in the imperial court at the age of twenty, an assistant to the emperor at the age of thirty, and a master of a city at the age of forty. He has fair skin and a little beard. He walked slowly in the government and walked in and out of it calmly. There are thousands of people here (at the party of Taishouxi), and they all say that my husband is different. "
2. In 600 words, Sang rewrote the story into a monarch, a powerful satrap, who likes to take advantage of sesame seeds like people in the street, posing as an unruly * * * and thinks he is the boss in the street. It's just that your clothes are better and your carriage is bigger.
In the morning, your envoy arrived in a small village in the north by five horses. The sun rises in the east and shines on a small building. Your Majesty looked around and saw three bright characters "Qin Fu" written upstairs.
Suddenly, your eyes shine-there is a gentle and graceful figure in front of you, followed by a fragrance. He narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted, "Stop the sedan chair!" The Iraqi in front has a straight oval face, watery eyes, a straight nose and a small cherry mouth. In a word, you can't see the category of beauty when you look at it horizontally and vertically. I found out that it was a woman of Qin family, whose real name was Luo Fu. Luo Fu is good at picking mulberry and often picks it in the south of the city. Yes, your majesty, look again. She has a basket in her hand. The winding rope is made of black silk, and the handle is made of cinnamon branches. She is wearing a skirt made in Qi Qi and a short coat made in Zi Qi. Not bad. When you look at it, you find that there are so few men and women in this street, whether plowing, hoeing or quarreling, all staring at the unusual beauty in Luofu.
Your majesty couldn't stay any longer, and hung up the gentleman's face again. He came to Luofu with a half smile and respectfully asked, "Would you like to ride with me?" Luo Fu smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, how can you be so stupid!" Looking at it from a close distance, Luo Fu's white face doesn't smell of balsam. At the moment, he doesn't have that kind of charm. On the contrary, it is like a mother teaching her children righteously. Although twenty years old is not enough and fifteen years old is enough, her age is a bit subtle at the moment. Without waiting for your response, Rove continued to say in a cold tone: "Look at the many riders in the East before, my husband was the first to ride a white horse. His horse wears black silk in its ponytail and a golden halter, and the horse is even more calm and handsome. There is a trick of Lu Lujian hanging around his waist, which is worth thousands of dollars. At the age of fifteen, my husband became a junior official in the Taishou Mansion, a doctor in the imperial court at the age of twenty, a bodyguard in and out of the Forbidden Palace at the age of three, and an official in the city at the age of forty. " She paused, disdaining to surprise your majesty. Go on: "Thousands of people here praised my husband for his outstanding talent." Listen to Luo Fu suddenly said so much, the monarch suddenly don't know what to say. Just as he was trying to find something to say, Luo Fu spoke again: "I have my own husband in Luo Fu, and you have your own wife, right?" This question is so embarrassing that you don't even have a good smile on your face. Then he walked away lightly, leaving the monarch alone and recruiting again and again; Kuai has a lot of needs, and his palace clothes make up for it. Good women are rare, and fierce women are even more rare.
3. Find an ambassador to rewrite "On Mulberry", a powerful satrap, who likes to take advantage of those big sesame seeds in the street, put on an unruly look and thinks he is the boss of the street. It's just that your clothes are better and your carriage is bigger.
In the morning, your envoy arrived in a small village in the north by five horses. The sun rises in the east and shines on a small building. Your Majesty looked around and saw three bright characters "Qin Fu" written upstairs.
Suddenly, your eyes shine-a gentle and graceful figure is in front of you, and a fragrance is behind you. He narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted, "Stop the sedan chair!" The Iraqi in front has a straight oval face, watery eyes, a straight nose and a small cherry mouth. In a word, you can't see the category of beauty when you look at it horizontally and vertically. I found out that it was a woman of Qin family, whose real name was Luo Fu. Luo Fu is good at picking mulberry and often picks it in the south of the city. Yes, your majesty, look again. She has a basket in her hand. The winding rope is made of black silk, and the handle is made of cinnamon branches. She is wearing a skirt made in Qi Qi and a short coat made in Zi Qi. Not bad. When you look at it, you find that there are so few men and women in this street, whether plowing, hoeing or quarreling, all staring at the unusual beauty in Luofu.
Your majesty couldn't stay any longer, and hung up the gentleman's face again. He came to Luofu with a half smile and respectfully asked, "Would you like to ride with me?" Luo Fu smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, how can you be so stupid!" Looking at it from a close distance, Luo Fu's white face doesn't smell of balsam. At the moment, he doesn't have that kind of charm. On the contrary, it is like a mother teaching her children righteously. Although twenty years old is not enough and fifteen years old is enough, her age is a bit subtle at the moment. Without waiting for your response, Rove continued to say in a cold tone: "Look at the many riders in the East before, my husband was the first to ride a white horse. His horse wears black silk in its ponytail and a golden halter, and the horse is even more calm and handsome. There is a trick of Lu Lujian hanging around his waist, which is worth thousands of dollars. My husband became a small official at the age of fifteen, a court doctor at the age of twenty, a bodyguard in and out of the Forbidden Palace at the age of three, and an official in the city at the age of forty. " She paused, disdaining to surprise your majesty. Go on: "Thousands of people here praised my husband for his outstanding talent." Listen to Luo Fu suddenly said so much, the monarch suddenly don't know what to say. Just as he was trying to find something to say, Luo Fu spoke again: "I have my own husband in Luo Fu, and you have your own wife, right?" This question is so embarrassing that you don't even have a good smile on your face. Then he walked away lightly, leaving the monarch alone and recruiting again and again; Kuai has a lot of needs, and his palace clothes make up for it. . Good women are rare, but fierce women are even more rare ~!
4. Will you adapt Shang Mosang into prose?
My homework tonight ~
Your Majesty, a powerful satrap likes to take advantage of those big sesame seeds in the street, and puts on an unruly * * * look, thinking that he is the boss of the street. It's just that your clothes are better and your carriage is bigger.
In the morning, your envoy arrived in a small village in the north by five horses. The sun rises in the east and shines on a small building. Your Majesty looked around and saw three bright characters "Qin Fu" written upstairs.
Suddenly, your eyes shine-a gentle and graceful figure is in front of you, and a fragrance is behind you. He narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted, "Stop the sedan chair!" The Iraqi in front has a straight oval face, watery eyes, a straight nose and a small cherry mouth. In a word, you can't see the category of beauty when you look at it horizontally and vertically. I found out that it was a woman of Qin family, whose real name was Luo Fu. Luo Fu is good at picking mulberry and often picks it in the south of the city. Yes, your majesty, look again. She has a basket in her hand. The winding rope is made of black silk, and the handle is made of cinnamon branches. She is wearing a skirt made in Qi Qi and a short coat made in Zi Qi. Not bad. When you look at it, you find that there are so few men and women in this street, whether plowing, hoeing or quarreling, all staring at the unusual beauty in Luofu.
Your majesty couldn't stay any longer, and hung up the gentleman's face again. He came to Luofu with a half smile and respectfully asked, "Would you like to ride with me?" Luo Fu smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, how can you be so stupid!" Looking at it from a close distance, Luo Fu's white face doesn't smell of balsam. At the moment, he doesn't have that kind of charm. On the contrary, it is like a mother teaching her children righteously. Although twenty years old is not enough and fifteen years old is enough, her age is a bit subtle at the moment. Without waiting for your response, Rove continued to say in a cold tone: "Look at the many riders in the East before, my husband was the first to ride a white horse. His horse wears black silk in its ponytail and a golden halter, and the horse is even more calm and handsome. There is a trick of Lu Lujian hanging around his waist, which is worth thousands of dollars. My husband became a small official at the age of fifteen, a court doctor at the age of twenty, a bodyguard in and out of the Forbidden Palace at the age of three, and an official in the city at the age of forty. " She paused, disdaining to surprise your majesty. Go on: "Thousands of people here praised my husband for his outstanding talent." Listen to Luo Fu suddenly said so much, the monarch suddenly don't know what to say. Just as he was trying to find something to say, Luo Fu spoke again: "I have my own husband in Luo Fu, and you have your own wife, right?" This question makes you so embarrassed that you don't even have a good smile on your face. Then he walked away lightly, leaving the monarch alone and recruiting again and again; Kuai has a lot of needs, and his palace clothes make up for it. . Good women are rare, and fierce women are even more rare.
5. Rewrite Shang Mosang as a prose messenger, a powerful satrap, who likes to take advantage of those big sesame seeds in the street, and puts on an unruly * * * look, thinking he is the boss in the street.
It's just that your clothes are better and your carriage is bigger. In the morning, your envoy arrived in a small village in the north by five horses.
The sun rises in the east and shines on a small building. Your Majesty looked around and saw three bright characters "Qin Fu" written upstairs.
Suddenly, your eyes shine-a gentle and graceful figure is in front of you, and a fragrance is behind you. He narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted, "Stop the sedan chair!" The Iraqi in front has a straight oval face, watery eyes, a straight nose and a small cherry mouth. In a word, you can't see the category of beauty when you look at it horizontally and vertically. I found out that it was a woman of Qin family, whose real name was Luo Fu.
Luo Fu is good at picking mulberry and often picks it in the south of the city. Yes, your majesty, look again. She has a basket in her hand. The winding rope is made of black silk, and the handle is made of cinnamon branches.
She is wearing a skirt made in Qi Qi and a short coat made in Zi Qi. Not bad. When you look at it, you find that there are so few men and women in this street, whether plowing, hoeing or quarreling, all staring at the unusual beauty in Luofu.
Your majesty couldn't stay any longer, and hung up the gentleman's face again. He came to Luofu with a half smile and respectfully asked, "Would you like to ride with me?" Luo Fu smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, how can you be so stupid!" Looking at it from a close distance, Luo Fu's white face doesn't smell of balsam. At the moment, he doesn't have that kind of charm. On the contrary, it is like a mother teaching her children righteously.
Although twenty years old is not enough and fifteen years old is enough, her age is a bit subtle at the moment. Without waiting for your response, Rove continued to say in a cold tone: "Look at the many riders in the East before, my husband was the first to ride a white horse.
His horse wears black silk in its ponytail and a golden halter, and the horse is even more calm and handsome. There is a trick of Lu Lujian hanging around his waist, which is worth thousands of dollars. My husband became a beadle in the prefect's house at the age of fifteen, a doctor in the imperial court at the age of twenty, a bodyguard in and out of the Forbidden Palace at the age of three, and an official in the city at the age of forty. "
She paused, disdaining to surprise your majesty. Go on: "Thousands of people here praised my husband for his outstanding talent."
Listen to Luo Fu suddenly said so much, the monarch suddenly don't know what to say. Just as he was trying to find something to say, Luo Fu spoke again: "I have my own husband in Luo Fu, and you have your own wife, right?" This question is so embarrassing that you don't even have a good smile on your face. Then he walked away lightly, leaving the monarch alone and recruiting again and again; Kuai has a lot of needs, and his palace clothes make up for it.
Good women are rare, and fierce women are even more rare.
6. Shang Mo Sang was rewritten into a corner of modern poetry near the water.
There are large flowers in full bloom.
Walking alone in the water
The boundless twilight hangs over my hometown.
This ancient river
Who sings so thin?
Guan Guan, a pigeon, is a gentleman's eye for poetry.
Village girl in the leaves
Above the building
The laughter in the bamboo basket lasted for a long time.
What year is the missing feather?
Fly into our hearts
Warming these seasons.
Shang Mo sings Shang Mo sings.
You are a woman carried by a bluebird.
Is it looking for it a hundred times among all beings?
Ask me for whom, for whom.
I also go to Qiu Lai every spring.
Yingying walked past strangers.
It's your laughter
In an unintentional look back
The wax torch turns to ashes and tears flow for thousands of years.
7. Will you adapt Shang Mosang into prose? Tonight's homework ~ Your Majesty, a powerful satrap likes to take advantage of those big sesame seeds in the street, and puts on a defiant look, thinking that he is the boss of the street.
It's just that your clothes are better and your carriage is bigger. In the morning, your envoy arrived in a small village in the north by five horses.
The sun rises in the east and shines on a small building. Your Majesty looked around and saw three bright characters "Qin Fu" written upstairs.
Suddenly, your eyes shine-a gentle and graceful figure is in front of you, and a fragrance is behind you. He narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted, "Stop the sedan chair!" The Iraqi in front has a straight oval face, watery eyes, a straight nose and a small cherry mouth. In a word, you can't see the category of beauty when you look at it horizontally and vertically. I found out that it was a woman of Qin family, whose real name was Luo Fu.
Luo Fu is good at picking mulberry and often picks it in the south of the city. Yes, your majesty, look again. She has a basket in her hand. The winding rope is made of black silk, and the handle is made of cinnamon branches.
She is wearing a skirt made in Qi Qi and a short coat made in Zi Qi. Not bad. When you look at it, you find that there are so few men and women in this street, whether plowing, hoeing or quarreling, all staring at the unusual beauty in Luofu.
Your majesty couldn't stay any longer, and hung up the gentleman's face again. He came to Luofu with a half smile and respectfully asked, "Would you like to ride with me?" Luo Fu smiled and replied, "Your Majesty, how can you be so stupid!" Looking at it from a close distance, Luo Fu's white face doesn't smell of balsam. At the moment, he doesn't have that kind of charm. On the contrary, it is like a mother teaching her children righteously.
Although twenty years old is not enough and fifteen years old is enough, her age is a bit subtle at the moment. Without waiting for your response, Rove continued to say in a cold tone: "Look at the many riders in the East before, my husband was the first to ride a white horse.
His horse wears black silk in its ponytail and a golden halter, and the horse is even more calm and handsome. There is a trick of Lu Lujian hanging around his waist, which is worth thousands of dollars. My husband became a beadle in the prefect's house at the age of fifteen, a doctor in the imperial court at the age of twenty, a bodyguard in and out of the Forbidden Palace at the age of three, and an official in the city at the age of forty. "
She paused, disdaining to surprise your majesty. Go on: "Thousands of people here praised my husband for his outstanding talent."
Listen to Luo Fu suddenly said so much, the monarch suddenly don't know what to say. Just as he was trying to find something to say, Luo Fu spoke again: "I have my own husband in Luo Fu, and you have your own wife, right?" This question is so embarrassing that you don't even have a good smile on your face. Then he walked away lightly, leaving the monarch alone and recruiting again and again; Kuai has a lot of needs, and his palace clothes make up for it.
Good women are rare, and fierce women are even more rare.
8. Warm sunshine all the way 700 junior life is just a calm river, flowing slowly with trivial love and fetters.
-Xi Murong
I once imagined reading a so-called pure text quietly in a light gray attic. I know the bright sunshine is very warm. Perhaps there is a gust of wind that makes the broken sunshine fall from the cracks in the leaves and become a silhouette and mottled. My hopes and longings are generally generated in this way. Those quiet and beautiful words in the sun made me deeply immersed. In a sense,
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This is a kind of sinking, spiritual sinking. No one understands that this is a secret that belongs only to me.
I hope the sunshine in my life. My wish is that the beauty along the way is accompanied by the youth along the way.
I like the world wandering in the pen tip, or a soft texture that is light and refreshing but deeply touching. I have been lost in the book several times. Those sad lyrical techniques and complex emotional knots are surging and passionate on the pages that exude a faint ink fragrance but are slightly rough. I woke up in a dream, and the sun didn't sink me. I didn't want to rush to the grand funeral with a vigorous feeling.
Those affairs, those literary feasts, those emotional storms, just like those ancient times that dimmed many fleeting years, rejuvenated and looked down on all the fleeting times.
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The sadness that has been suppressed in our hearts is still our own reason. If the mirror in my heart has seen through the world of mortals, why should I indulge in that distant world? Since you worry too much, don't indulge.
Therefore, our life needs sunshine all the way.
Close your eyes, time is like sand falling from your hand. Without much thought, those things suddenly rang, and the mood of righteous words suddenly fell apart. Chatting with friends all the way to death. A friend said that the H1N1 vaccine may cause death, so the signature is simply the life and death certificate given by the school. Then, the restless heart began to beat again. That inexplicable fear seems to be closer to me again. The feelings in my heart were washed away in a flash.
Sunshine all the way, blowing away the haze.
[3]
Youth has dreams and dreams have youth. I have always felt that I am a melancholy and somewhat excessive child. My clear eyes are as light as nothing, and only tiny eyes can explore. Always doubt yourself, always eager to bathe in the sunshine, and those warm, quiet or nostalgic feelings are spilled.
I have heard sad tunes and many sad and heavy songs written by ups and downs. Every time I hear it, the sadness in my heart seems to be a little strong, and the sadness that I can't turn around is lingering in my heart. However, from now on, I am no longer confused. I know, it's sunny. I've been sunny all the way.
[4]
Still calm and warm, leaning against the light gray attic, sitting on the old wooden chair, making a crisp and simple sound. In the world still hovering at the fingertips, the palm of your hand seems to be making up a real world, and emotions are flowing. Large tracts of gorgeous words render the unspeakable sadness of youth. But between the ebb and flow, I seem to see the real dawn.
The sadness that adults lament, or the suppressed sobs of teenagers, are all beyond our empathy. What we can do is to keep the light sunshine and keep warm.
A dark loneliness in my heart, under the irradiation of sunlight, slowly rotates and rises, rubs off the plated surface of black life, sparks bright and disappears faintly. Even if it rains, it can't be covered, and the sun keeps breaking.
The left hand side is the past and the right hand side is the future. Life is silent and sunny all the way.
Memory is something that cannot be indulged. The mood and sunshine in my heart are more dazzling than the blue sky.