It's funny to rewrite the ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy Boat Crossing Anren Qingpingle Village" into a composition! It's just a fragment ~

A clear stream gurgles around this small village all year round. Both sides of the stream are covered with green grass and lotus leaves. Lotus leaves are squeezed like big 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, a small hut, vines climbed to the roof and made a lot of big pumpkins. Behind the house is a lush pine forest. Have a look, there are also a large area of rice seedlings!

In the room, white-haired grandparents are whispering through 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 already 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 younger brothers! "

The second son is sitting under the 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!

The sun has set. Xin Qiji, a poet passing by, saw such a beautiful painting and wrote: "The eaves of the Mao are low and the grass is green on the stream. 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. I like the death of children best. I lie on the stream and peel lotus flowers. "