Enlarged composition of Silent Night Thinking

1. A new sun is coming out. Li Bai quietly changed his clothes and shoes and went to Wang Lun's bed where he was sleeping. His eyes lit up, caressing Wang Lun's clothes, and his eyes blurred at this time. After all, this is a bosom friend, who sings poetry and paints with him, writes calligraphy with swords, drinks wine, talks about philosophy, savors life, and talks about many stories in the quiet night and under the moonlight like water. He will leave Wang Lun today, and maybe he won't come back!

The golden sun leaped between two mountains, and Li Bai secretly avoided Wang Lun. Presumably, if Wang Lun knew, he would be reluctant to go and dissuade him again and again. Li Bai came to the pool with small steps, and a boat floated on the pool. The lake was dyed golden and glistened like a fish scale. At this time, Li Bai is in a surge of emotion. How can the Peach Blossom Pool in front of him be so calm and comfortable? He stood at the bow overlooking Wang Lun's cabin, bowed his head and sighed gently, and then looked back. ...

Just as he said goodbye, there was a clear and loud song in the distance. Slowly, the familiar shadow gradually became clear. Originally, Wang Lun came, and he soon came to welcome the joy of the spring breeze. "ah! Brother Wang, why are you here! " Li Bai seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue, and suddenly he was shocked and at a loss. Wang Lun took extremely, holding a mahogany plate covered with a layer of yellow cloth. Extremely carrying a pot of "daughter red". They have a thousand words to say, but at this moment they are speechless and have been silent. "Let's use wine to convey our message!" At this time, it was a thousand glasses of wine, and they drank one after another. ...

"Hurry up, it's going to be against the wind." The boatman urged again and again. Li Bai misses this picturesque Peach Blossom Pond, and he will never forget his friend Wang Lun. He saw the peach blossom still smiling at the spring breeze, the pool was unfathomable, the green hills on both sides stepped on it, and the breeze blew across the lake. Li Bai was full of thoughts, stroking his beard and said, "The deep Peach Blossom Pond in thousands of feet is not as good as our deep friendship!"

Li Bai wrote poems for Wang Lun. "You travel around the world," said Wang Lun, taking out a cloak for Li Bai. "Please accept my little gift and come to my humble abode next time!" Taohua Lake is still like a mirror, so leisurely and calm, just like their surface, but in their hearts, if there are stormy waves, if there is a fire burning.

Wang Luntan reads poems on paper products. After reading it, he looked in a trance. For a long time, he was deeply moved and sad. Wang Lun lowered his head, looked awed, and mused a little: Li Jue is really a poet, and he really deserves his reputation! Come here more often! Li Bai also nodded and smiled: "Good!" Then he drifted away. ...

2. Develop the thought of Silent Night into a 300-word landscape article. A new sun came out. Li Bai quietly changed his clothes and shoes and went to Wang Lun's bed where he was sleeping. His eyes lit up, caressing Wang Lun's clothes, and his eyes blurred at this time. After all, this is a bosom friend, who sings poetry and paints with him, writes calligraphy with swords, drinks wine, talks about philosophy, savors life, and talks about many stories in the quiet night and under the moonlight like water. He will leave Wang Lun today, and maybe he won't come back!

The golden sun leaped between two mountains, and Li Bai secretly avoided Wang Lun. Presumably, if Wang Lun knew, he would be reluctant to go and dissuade him again and again. Li Bai came to the pool with small steps, and a boat floated on the pool. The lake was dyed golden and glistened like a fish scale. At this time, Li Bai is in a surge of emotion. How can the Peach Blossom Pool in front of him be so calm and comfortable? He stood at the bow overlooking Wang Lun's cabin, bowed his head and sighed gently, and then looked back. ...

Just as he said goodbye, there was a clear and loud song in the distance. Slowly, the familiar shadow gradually became clear. Originally, Wang Lun came, and he soon came to welcome the joy of the spring breeze. "ah! Brother Wang, why are you here! " Li Bai seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue, and suddenly he was shocked and at a loss. Wang Lun took extremely, holding a mahogany plate covered with a layer of yellow cloth. Extremely carrying a pot of "daughter red". They have a thousand words to say, but at this moment they are speechless and have been silent. "Let's use wine to convey our message!" At this time, it was a thousand glasses of wine, and they drank one after another. ...

"Hurry up, it's going to be against the wind." The boatman urged again and again. Li Bai misses this picturesque Peach Blossom Pond, and he will never forget his friend Wang Lun. He saw the peach blossom still smiling at the spring breeze, the pool was unfathomable, the green hills on both sides stepped on it, and the breeze blew across the lake. Li Bai was full of thoughts, stroking his beard and said, "The deep Peach Blossom Pond in thousands of feet is not as good as our deep friendship!"

Li Bai wrote poems for Wang Lun. "You travel around the world," said Wang Lun, taking out a cloak for Li Bai. "Please accept my little gift and come to my humble abode next time!" Taohua Lake is still like a mirror, so leisurely and calm, just like their surface, but in their hearts, if there are stormy waves, if there is a fire burning.

Wang Luntan reads poems on paper products. After reading it, he looked in a trance. For a long time, he was deeply moved and sad. Wang Lun lowered his head, looked awed, and mused a little: Li Jue is really a poet, and he really deserves his reputation! Come here more often! Li Bai also nodded and smiled: "Good!" Then he drifted away. ...

3. Rewrite Silent Night Thinking into a short essay. It's late autumn again 100 words. Being in a foreign land, it is inevitable to wander around. How can a big man stay in his hometown and relatives forever because of his reluctance and selfish thoughts? The courtyard is lonely, and the bright moonlight shines on the bed through the window, bringing a cold autumn chill. Wake up in the middle of the night and open your eyes dimly. At first glance, I saw a thick layer of frost on the ground. The white one surprised me. Why is there silver frost everywhere in the room? Is it because the weather is beautiful and I know that I am lonely and desolate when I am wandering outside, so I let the footsteps of this autumn pass so fast, and I took it to winter in a hurry before Ye Er finished? A closer look reveals that the so-called silver frost is just an illusion. It's not frost marks, it's moonlight. The moonlight inevitably attracted me to look up. There is a picture of Juanjuan Su Yue hanging in the ink space. The moonlight is thick, and there are some stars twinkling in the inky space. It turns out that the autumn night sky is so bright and quiet, like a pool of clear water! At this time, I was completely awake. Looking at the beautiful moon in front of me, I think there is a beautiful Chang 'e in Na Yue. Chang 'e is also a mortal, I wonder if she will miss people on the ground in Guanghan Palace. Thought of here, I can't help but lower my head and feel a little bitter. I also thought that I was busy with big and small things during the day when I was not at home. In the dead of night, homesickness crept into my heart. Every emotion is like a drop of water in my heart, rippling in my heart. Everyone who leaves home may feel this way! What night is there no moonlight? When is there no autumn? But on this moonlit night, the moonlit autumn night makes the wanderer unable to conceal his homesickness any more. I don't know how my parents, uncles, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends in my hometown are doing. Fortunately, at night, no matter whether they are far away or close at hand, we can enjoy my same round of moonlight together as long as we look up.

4. The words of Silent Night Thinking should be written in vernacular, and the number of words is about 100. The poem explained that the moonlight reflected in front of the bed through the window at first thought it was layers of frost. Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, I can't help but bow my head and meditate, missing my hometown more and more. Plain language, such as clear water hibiscus, is not modified at all. Completely handy, without any affectation. It is obvious that this is true. From "doubt" to "looking up" and from "looking up" to "bowing down", this poem vividly shows the poet's psychological activity process, and a vivid picture of homesickness on a moonlit night is vividly presented to us. A wanderer living in a foreign country, facing a frosty moon, how can he not miss his hometown and his loved ones? Such a theme sung by thousands of people is vividly expressed in this little poem, so that it has been a household name for thousands of years and spread for a long time.

5. Rewrite Silent Night Thinking into an article. Rewrite Silent Night Thinking in 450 words. On a clear night in Wan Li, I sat in bed and read silently.

Occasionally I looked up and saw a bright moon hanging high in the deep blue sky. The scene of playing with friends in the fields and green hills of my hometown suddenly appeared in my heart, and I had a yearning for my hometown.

I looked at the ground in the bright moonlight, and my heart trembled: How can there be frost this season? I took a closer look and found the moonlight on the ground. I thought it was frost if I didn't look carefully! I looked up at the bright moon again, and I was homesick again. I couldn't help shedding tears and sliding down my face into my mouth. Ah! Isn't this bitter and salty taste homesickness? I hung my head heavily, thinking about the good times I spent in my hometown and the scenery in my hometown. Think of those happy things, and your mouth will naturally rise.

It turns out that my hometown is hidden in the deepest part of my heart, and I am chanting: Will there be frost at the foot of the bed? . Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. ...

6. It's late autumn to rewrite quiet night thoughts into short articles.

Being in a foreign land, life is alive, and it is inevitable to wander around. How can a big man stay in his hometown and stay with his relatives forever because of his reluctance and selfish thoughts? The courtyard is lonely, and the bright moonlight outside the window hits the bed, bringing a cold autumn chill. Wake up in the middle of the night and open your eyes in a daze. At first glance, I vaguely saw a thick layer of frost on the ground.

That piece of white surprised me. Why is there silver frost everywhere in the room? Is it because the weather is beautiful and I know that I am lonely and desolate when I am wandering outside, so the footsteps of this autumn pass quickly, and I am busy with winter before Ye Er is finished? A closer look reveals that the so-called silver cream is just an illusion. It's not frost marks, it's moonlight.

This moonlight inevitably attracted me to look up, and a round of Juanjuan Su Yue hung in the ink. The moonlight is thick, and there are some stars twinkling in the dark sky. It turns out that the autumn sky is so clear and quiet, like a pool of clear water! At this time, I was completely awake.

Looking at the beautiful moon in front of me, I am thinking that the beautiful Chang 'e lives on the Na Yue. Chang 'e is also a human being. I wonder if she will miss the people who miss her on the ground in Guanghan Palace. Thought of here, I can't help but lower my head and feel a little bitter. I also thought that when I was on the run, I was busy with big and small things during the day, and when I was dead of night, my homesickness quietly came to my mind.

Every emotion is like a drop of water in my heart, which makes ripples in my heart. Everyone who is a guest in a foreign country will probably feel this way! What night is there no moonlight? When is there no autumn? But this moonlit night and frosty autumn night make the wanderer unable to hide his homesickness any longer.

I don't know how my parents, uncles, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends in my hometown are doing. Fortunately, at night, no matter whether they are far away or close at hand, as long as they look up, we can enjoy my same moon together.

This kind is a bit much, please summarize it a little.