Kong Yiji writes his composition from the perspective of a shopkeeper.

1. Looking at Kong Yiji's experience from the shopkeeper's point of view, Kong Yiji climbed out of the hotel step by step with his hands behind his back. The cold wind didn't want to let Kong Yiji go, blowing bitterly and blowing wildly, hitting Kong Yiji who was only wearing a tattered coat.

He struggled to climb under a tree with his last strength, curled up and tried his best to give himself as much warmth as possible. He sat quietly under the tree, thinking about the past. If it weren't for his laziness, Lian Bi paper tape people would disappear together forever.

Maybe he is not rich now, but at least he can support himself and live a quiet life. I won't steal from other people's homes. This terrible situation makes me despised.

Thinking of the ridicule, satire and ridicule of those drinkers in the hotel, he was still trying to refute pedantically, and he suddenly felt that all this was ridiculous, ridiculous. But he didn't understand why, at the last moment, he was reduced to such a fate, but still no one expressed sympathy for him, not even a look or an expression.

What a sad and sad thing it is! ..... Kong Yiji pondered and deeply regretted, but it seemed that it was too late. Serious injuries and physical exhaustion made him gradually close his eyes and fall asleep forever.

2. Describe Kong Yiji's novels from the perspective of a shopkeeper, and write them in the tone of the first person "I"-a boy of 12 years old, which makes the whole text authentic and has a strong appeal.

"Children's words are unbridled", a boy of 12 years old, looks at all people and things without prejudice and scruples, so his writing is relatively free, which is convenient for expressing the author's cold and warm thoughts and feelings. I am both a bystander and a participant. From a child's point of view, he is a cartoon character who is extremely incongruous with his surroundings, writing happiness and sadness and expressing his own sadness. Xianheng Hotel is a microcosm of the society at that time, and it is also the environment and stage for Kong Yiji's activities.

It is through this environment that his works have shaped the image of Kong Yiji and reflected his fate. As a waiter in Xianheng Hotel, "I" am responsible for warming wine every day, which is a boring job and a boring job. Using the special identity of the hotel waiter and the waiter's special perspective, I wrote the interaction among the shopkeeper, the customer and Kong Yiji, which was heard and witnessed by me, and portrayed Kong Yiji more realistically.

3. Describe Kong Yiji's novels from the perspective of a shopkeeper, and write them in the tone of the first person "I"-a boy of 12 years old, which makes the whole text authentic and has a strong appeal.

"Children's words are unbridled", a boy of 12 years old, looks at all people and things without prejudice and scruples, so his writing is relatively free, which is convenient for expressing the author's cold and warm thoughts and feelings. I am both a bystander and a participant. From a child's point of view, he is a cartoon character who is extremely incongruous with his surroundings, writing happiness and sadness and expressing his own sadness. Xianheng Hotel is a microcosm of the society at that time, and it is also the environment and stage for Kong Yiji's activities.

It is through this environment that his works have shaped the image of Kong Yiji and reflected his fate. As a waiter in Xianheng Hotel, "I" am responsible for warming wine every day, which is a boring job and a boring job. Using the special identity of the hotel waiter and the waiter's special perspective, I wrote the interaction among the shopkeeper, the customer and Kong Yiji, which was heard and witnessed by me, and portrayed Kong Yiji more realistically.

4. From what angle does the novel written in Kong Yiji's article use the tone of the first person "I"-a boy of 12 years old, which makes the whole article authentic and has a strong appeal. "Children's words are unbridled", a boy of 12 years old, looks at all people and things without prejudice and scruples, so his writing is relatively free, which is convenient for expressing the author's cold and warm thoughts and feelings. I am both a bystander and a participant. From a child's point of view, he is a cartoon character who is extremely incongruous with his surroundings, writing happiness and sadness and expressing his own sadness. Xianheng Hotel is a microcosm of the society at that time, and it is also the environment and stage for Kong Yiji's activities. It is through this environment that his works have shaped the image of Kong Yiji and reflected his fate. As a waiter in Xianheng Hotel, "I" am responsible for warming wine every day, which is a boring job and a boring job. Using the special identity of the hotel waiter and the waiter's special perspective, I wrote the interaction among the shopkeeper, the customer and Kong Yiji, which was heard and witnessed by me, and portrayed Kong Yiji more realistically.

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5. The conversation between the shopkeeper and the drinker, talking about Kong Yiji's life and death, and the composition every day, only at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, I have a little leisure to listen to those gowns and blouses with warm wine in their hands. They chat in different places: talking about dignitaries, talking about civilians, talking about us; Talk about things out of town, talk about alleys, talk about our pubs. ...

"Heat two bowls of wine and have a plate of fennel beans." I searched my memory carefully, rummaging through it ... Isn't this Kong Yiji? Isn't this Kong Yiji who died more than ten years ago? It's just white and a little fat.

"pa!" The blue and white porcelain plate in my hand broke into pieces. "My God!" Regardless of the broken plate under my feet, I quickly went upstairs to call the shopkeeper: "Boss, the ghost of Kong Yiji is back, and the ghost of Kong Yiji asked me for wine and fennel!" "

The shopkeeper's face doesn't change color: "Oh! The ghost of Kong Yiji? Are you lazy and dreaming in broad daylight? Well, since his ghost has come, let him pay back the nineteen coppers he owes. "

"No, manned, you'd better go downstairs first."

"Good, good, good, I will go down. Alas ..... "The shopkeeper stretched himself lazily on the sofa, and I quickly put on his shoes.

"Hole, hole, Kong Yiji? Is it really you? " Manned also cold, and then asked in surprise.

"It's me."

"You are not dead? I haven't heard from you in these years. Where did you come from? Or does the terrible Lord think you are too poor to let you come back from hell? "

"Let's warm the bowl of wine first. This time I can have money and pay it off with the last time." Said, patting his pocket, really, tinkling, as if there is a lot of money!

The shopkeeper piled up a smile and brought a bowl of wine and a pot of fennel beans: "Boss Kong eats and drinks well! Where have you made a fortune recently? "

Kong Yiji said slowly, "that was a few years ago. I feel depressed about everything. One day, I was so desperate that I came to the river in Linzhen town and wanted to commit suicide. I happened to meet Zhang, a girl who washed clothes. " I picked up the bottle and drank half in one breath. "Gee, good wine!" He also said that the girl, after listening to my words carefully, not only didn't make fun of me, but complained that the world was unfair and advised me not to give up because of this setback, but to find my own way and live a happy life. First of all, we should learn to care about others and love life. As long as there is love in the heart, life will be better. "He grabbed a handful of beans and stuffed them into his mouth:" Well, good beans are much more fragrant than before! "

"That is, that is specially prepared for boss Kong!" The shopkeeper said, "Then what?"

"Then Teacher Zhang took me to her home and asked me to write an autobiography and novels in her study. Guess what? She also took my books to her study facing the street and rented them to passers-by for five coppers at a time. Now I am the master of the study! Hahahaha! "

"Congratulations! No wonder Mr. Kong has been refreshed and looks so good recently. What about that girl named Zhang? How's it going? Is there any happy event with Mr. Kong? "

"My wife just gave birth to a pair of children two days ago, or twins! What do you think I am dissatisfied with? "

"Oh, the hot spot on the dinner table a few days ago is you! They say it's hard to find a book in Chen Lin's study! " I had an epiphany.

"Hehe." Kong Yiji touched my head. "If you come, I will give you a free copy. Well, here's the meal. I want to go home and hold the baby. My wife must be too busy! "

"Mr. Kong walk slowly! Say hello to your wife for me ... Welcome to visit us often! "

6. Write a short essay from the perspective of Kong Yiji. Crab is an indispensable delicacy in every autumn season. This is my favorite food.

Crabs taste good and look good. It has a pair of pliers-like crab claws, a pair of small round eyes retracted into the shell, a snow-white belly, brown hair on its feet and a bright red armor. It looks very powerful.

There are many ways to make crabs. I like steamed crabs best. The method of steaming crabs is simple. First, wash the crab with clear water, put it in a cage, steam it for a while, wait 15 minutes, and the crab will be cooked; Then there is seasoning. Take a small bowl and pour some vinegar. A steamed crab with good color and flavor is ready.

Eating crabs is also very interesting. I picked up the biggest crab, pulled out its claws first, and then carefully folded the crab back in half, and found my favorite crab yellow. I dipped the crab roe in a little vinegar and put it in my mouth to taste it carefully. It's really fresh. After eating crab roe, I began to eat crab meat. I picked it around with a toothpick and finally got crab meat. Look in front of me, the crab shells I ate are piled up into a hill.

Ah, the delicious crab really makes me unforgettable!

7. "I saw from Kong Yiji that the year is approaching and the wind is getting colder every day. I also want to put on a cotton-padded jacket, hold the hot pot bored all day, lean against the counter alone and look at the empty street.

The counter is more or less dusty, but the shopkeeper's abacus is still clean. The situation in the shop is like this cold wind, which gets worse every day. On the chalk board, only "Kong Yiji owes nineteen pence" has not been erased.

Every time the shopkeeper dials the abacus, he always stares at the powder board, sighs heavily from time to time and mutters to himself: Never give him credit!

On the buttonwood tree outside the shop, those residual leaves disappeared in the cold wind. In winter, the days are short and cloudy, so it gets dark early and it begins to snow again. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, full of gloom and busyness, making Luzhen a mess.

After the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, the town of Lu was full of excitement. The shopkeeper also put red paper on the door of the shop, set up an incense table in the shop, filled with sacrifices and lit red candles. The shopkeeper kept kowtowing to the bodhisattva on the incense table, not knowing what to read.

One afternoon, when business was bad, the shopkeeper just told me to close the door. I also want to take this opportunity to go into the house to keep warm, but I looked up and saw the opposite Kong Yiji. This time, among all the people in Luzhen, I have changed more than him: the gray beard is all gray, with patches of snowflakes in the middle, my face is as thin as a dead body, and my chapped lips are bloodless, making him look like a woodcarving; Only when his eyes turn can he be a living thing. The gown is gone, and the bag is torn. The only thing that keeps you warm is a few laps of straw rope wrapped around your body; There is a broken bowl on his leg-empty, messy and dirty hair has been twisted into a rope and scattered on his head, much like a crazy beggar: he is obviously a beggar.

It took him a long time to climb over the counter, full of hot air, and after a short rest, he finally found five pence from his chest and held it to me with his chapped hands. His lips trembled slightly, and it took a long time to dig out a slight voice: "Wen … wine, … fennel … beans …"

After listening to the movement, the shopkeeper leaned out and asked in surprise, "Kong ... Kong Yiji? You didn't ... "But after all, it's the New Year, and the shopkeeper didn't say that unlucky word. He looked back at the chalk board and shouted, "Nineteen dollars are still owed!" Kong Yiji lips peristalsis, but never make any noise. When the shopkeeper saw me warming wine, he roared, "Don't give me wine, even if I still have four!" " ..... beans? Half price, a penny and a dish, who let me be a good person, to accumulate some virtue! "

Kong Yiji sat on the ground with his mouth open, staring straight at the shopkeeper. Until the next door sounded a harmonious "snapping" sound. I secretly added more beans and bent down to give them to him. His long fingernails were broken, and his hands were so cold that he could hardly catch beans. Sometimes, when he reached his mouth, his hand trembled and rolled away. When he saw me looking at him, he ignored the fallen beans; As soon as I turned around, he grabbed it on the plate, held it between his thumb and forefinger and put it in his mouth. Seeing him again, he ignored it again, as if he despised it. When I saw it, I wanted to laugh but I couldn't.

After eating the beans, he climbed out again. Maybe that's how he climbs every day. He seems to have disappeared from people's memory. In his case, even the most compassionate old lady who reads Buddha no longer has a tear in her eyes. He may not know that his situation has been chewed and appreciated for a long time, and it has already become a thing of the past, which is only worth being bored and bored. At the urging of the shopkeeper, I closed the shop door. The shopkeeper couldn't forget to write "Kong Yiji, I owe fifteen pence" on the chalk board.

During the Chinese New Year, firecrackers sounded from far and near, seeing the yellow light as big as beans, and then hearing the firecrackers peeling off. The shopkeeper also smiled for the New Year. Thick clouds that synthesized the sound of the whole day, and snowflakes fluttering around, enveloped the whole town. At this happy moment for the whole family, the forgotten tree outside the store was broken in the cold wind and buried in the snow. ...

The next day, people found Kong Yiji's body. His broken jacket was gone, and he fell on the side of the road not far from the pawnshop with a few pennies in his hand. The shopkeeper and everyone kept cursing: "It's bad luck to go at this time, neither too early nor too late ..." "What a disaster! It's unlucky on New Year's Day! Amitabha! " The shopkeeper scolded and scolded, and then sighed, "It's a pity that I lost my fifteen pence." When he saw some pennies in Kong Yiji's hand, he shouted again, "These pennies must be returned to me. I will accept them for the time being, so that I can enjoy the bliss of heaven! " Then he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the money with his nails, put it in his palm, hesitated, smiled, touched the beads and read it. They also dispersed in a hubbub. Only his thin, dark and cold zombie was left in the snow.

Firecrackers rang again, the sky flashed with yellow fire, and Ba Bi's voice was loud!

8. Ask for a composition about Kong Yiji's sequel. It's been a year since Kong Yiji left the hotel. No one knows where he went.

"This dead body, dead where go to! Kong Yiji still owes nineteen dollars! " The shopkeeper muttered discontentedly. At this time, several short-sleeved characters walked into the store door. I am busy greeting them to sit down.

They gradually chatted with me about some news. A few people are talking about some things in the town, and occasionally they talk about Kong Yiji. A man said, "Yesterday, I saw Kong Yiji!" My curiosity suddenly came alive. "Come on, tell me!" The man said slowly, "I saw him after dinner yesterday." Alas, his arm is broken! But he deserved it. Who told him to steal Ding again? ...

"The day before, I lost another historical record of Ding, and his heart was very bitter. Just when he met Kong Yiji at the gate of Dingfu, he insisted that he stole it-that time, the defense also wrote: Dingmou later lost his book and Kong Yiji would steal it, so he asked ... Of course, if Ding didn't force him, he might still find a way out and not write about these drawbacks. He said that Kong Yiji's defense is in his hands and the evidence is in his hands. "

"He questioned Kong Yiji, Kong Yiji denied, saying that he was just passing by Ding Fu, and passers-by testified. Ding-you know that he has a straight temper and can't be refuted by others-ordered the arrest of Kong Yiji, without trial or argument, and only fought until midnight, breaking his right arm. "

"As for Kong Yiji bribed several witnesses, they were also arrested and interrogated one by one. Those who deny that Kong Yiji stole books will be flogged, chiseled and beaten with sticks. You know uncle Wang, a nice guy, because this broke his left leg ... "

"Luckily! The last book, Historical Records, was found in a small box of Ding. Ding was relieved. "

"That's how Kong Yiji broke an arm. I played a joke on him and added two more chestnuts. Calculate his karma! "

I've always made fun of Kong Yiji. However, I don't know what forces are at work. This time, I feel sorry for him.

In winter, it began to snow. The cold wind is blowing in Luzhen. The whole town is shaking.

Nobody came to the hotel. The shopkeeper was so disappointed that he simply ordered the store to close until next spring.

I walked slowly in the street. The cold wind attacked my thin clothes, and I shivered like a leaf. Snow has dyed every street in Luzhen dazzling white.

Suddenly, in the dazzling white, I found a familiar figure-

-"Kong Yiji" I shouted.

No response.

I approached him, but the scene really surprised me. I exclaimed, "Kong Yiji! What's the matter with you! " Kong Yiji was blue, stiff and dying. When he saw me, he opened it with great difficulty: "Please ... give me my pocket ... give it to the shopkeeper ... nineteen ... a few dollars are in it ..." Then he closed his eyes painfully and stopped breathing.

I stood still. Tears ran down my cheeks. Just then, Ding Fu's door opened and Ding came out.

"Hey, why are you standing there crying?" He shouted at me from a distance. I didn't move.

He's coming. He probably met something unlucky again, and his face was gloomy. As he walked, he kicked the snow on the road. He complained to me, "I really have a plague! Last time I lost the Book of Songs, last time I lost the historical records, and this time I lost the Analects of Confucius! -Who are you with? "He looked at the dead Kong Yiji.

I don't talk, I just cry.

"-oh! -It's him! Hum! Ahem! Bah! Hey! " He spat at the dead body, then paced up and down, swaggering away, and I went back in tears.

The wind was cold and the snow was falling, and a twisted body was lying in the middle of the road. ...

9. Kong Yiji Reunion Composition Kong Yiji finished drinking and walked slowly in the laughter of others.

On the way, a group of children gathered around and sang with a smile: "Kong Yiji, a poor scholar, can't break his leg by stealing books;" Kong Yiji, book thief! " Kong Yiji blushed and his veins stood out: "Not a thief, not a thief ... stealing books is not stealing, not stealing ..." He fled the hotel and was laughed at by the children. Kong Yiji was full of shame and ran away from the children. Now he is homeless and sleeps on the street. He thought, "how can a scholar sleep on the street?" "

So I climbed the mountain with difficulty. It was gray and raining in Mao Mao, and Kong Yiji was injured. He read: "the sky is like my heart, the rain is like my tears ... I am meaningless in this world." I just died, and the gentleman is indifferent to the world ... "He said and walked to the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, I stopped and said, "No, no, I haven't realized my wish. I can't die. I want to take part in the imperial examination again and seek the fame of a scholar."

So he went back. Kong Yiji hasn't been here for several days.

People are sure that he is really dead. There was no joyful atmosphere in the shop, people drank bored, and no one mentioned Kong Yiji.

The shopkeeper turned over the old account and recited the matter that Kong Yiji owed nineteen dollars: "This thief won't pay back the money in life and death, so why pretend to be lofty!" At this time, there was a conversation outside the store: "I heard that Kong Yiji won the bid, and this time he really brought back a scholar. He is on his way back to the city, and the big class is escorting him! " "Really? Isn't he dead? " This is a topic in the shop, and everyone is full of doubts about Kong Yiji's bid. The shopkeeper smiled and said, "How can a thief become a scholar? It's a joke ... "After a while, everyone broke up.

A few hours later, the sound of beating gongs and drums was heard in the distance, and it was getting closer and closer to the hotel. Everyone came out to watch the fun! I saw a large group of people coming, and the reporter shouted: "Master Kong has raised his hand and returned to his hometown!" These people came to the door of the shop and stopped. A well-dressed man strode to the store, followed by a dozen followers.

Hey, it's really Kong Yiji, wearing dirty and torn clothes, who won the scholar! The shopkeeper was stunned. Kong Yiji took out twenty dollars from his sleeve and patted it on the table: "Look, there is no shortage of you, and there is one more!" The shopkeeper was at a loss: "Yes, yes! Thank you, Master Kong! Thank you, Master Kong! Master Kong, would you like something to drink? " At this moment, Ding came over and knelt down to Kong Yiji as soon as he entered the hotel: "Master Kong, Master Kong! I feel sorry for being small, but you are too big to be small. I have sent someone to build a house for you. Small accompany you to have a look? " "All right!" Kong Yiji walked toward the outside. "Come on, protect Master Kong!" Ding followed like a puppy.

The shopkeeper said, "Master Kong, take care! ..... "Next, people kept running to Kong Yiji's house, delivering pigs, eggs, geese and gold and silver jewelry. In order to please Kong Yiji, the shopkeeper asked me to write a book about fennel.