Rewrite Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night into a 400-word composition.

Rewrite Li Bai's thoughts on quiet nights into a 400-word composition 1. A bright moon hangs alone in the night sky. Li Bai lay tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, staring at the autumn frost-like moonlight on the ground. His heart is like a knife. He remembered the day when he left home a few years ago, and his eyes couldn't help falling. I wonder how his family has been these years. Do your wife and children miss him? Is the osmanthus tree still there in front of the house? Does it smell as good as before?

Tossing and turning, he still couldn't sleep. He sat up, put on his clothes and got out of bed. Looking at his shabby robe, he couldn't help thinking of his wife. I wonder how she is now. Thinking about it, I opened the door and came out. The moonlight in the yard is like water, the leaves are withered, and the wind in late autumn is blowing, so I can't help shivering. Looking at my lonely shadow on the ground, I can't help but sigh: "Alas!" If I had been at home, my wife would have sewed herself a gown, and now I don't know when I can ask her to sew her clothes. Look up at the moon in the sky and smile at him, much like a child's smiling face, as if to say to him, "Dad, come back soon!" " We miss you very much. Do you miss us? "Li Bai even said to himself," Yes, dad misses you. I wonder how your book is going. "Well, I still don't want to. The more I think about it, the more annoying it is. I went back to my room to sleep.

Li Bai dragged a long shadow back to his room, but he still couldn't sleep in bed. Everything in his hometown, his wife, children and neighbors are always dangling in front of him ... I really don't know when I can go back to my hometown? A gust of autumn wind blew in, and Li Bai couldn't help shaking again. The wind in late autumn was really cold, and Li Bai got up and closed the window again. Alas! When will the bright moon shine on me?

2, the bright moon came out, round, like a piece of white jade hanging in the air; The moonlight is hazy, as if to cover the earth with a layer of silver frost.

I stood at the window and looked up at the bright moon. At this time, the moonlight shot into the room, shot in front of the bed and shot on the ground. I looked back and thought it was a thick layer of frost on the ground. Makes my heart feel sad and sad.

Looking up at the bright moon again, I found that the moon is not so beautiful. Compared with the bright moon in her hometown, she looks so eclipsed: the moon in her hometown looks so round and bright, always with a magical power.

How bright the moonlight is at home! The bright moon shines brightly on the earth, and at this moment, it also shines on the homeland of my hometown; There is a full moon, but there must be a full moon, and I have been wandering for many years, alone, but I have never been able to reunite with my family. How are the relatives in their hometown doing now? What happened in my hometown? I don't know. I hate myself and my heart is full of worries. ...

Looking up, I still saw the bright moon hanging quietly in the air, so quiet and quiet. At this time, I smiled and murmured to the bright moon: "Bright moon, bright moon. My relatives and I are separated by Qianshan, but I look up to the same you every night. Can you give my regards to my distant relatives? " The moon moved, which is why she nodded slightly. ...

In the middle of the night, I dreamed of my hometown, my relatives in my hometown, and my greetings from the moon-"How are you, relatives in my hometown?"

Rewrite Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night into a story of about 2 10 words. The autumn night is as quiet as water, and a bright moon is high in the sky.

Being in a foreign land, Li Taibai saw a white Meng Meng beside the bed. He thought: Is this autumn frost on the ground? "But Li Taibai take a closer look, ah! It turns out that the bright moonlight shines on the bedside. Li Taibai stared at the Leng Yue shining on the bedside, mistaking it for autumn frost. This is because there are too many thoughts, but my thoughts are drifting away, because that is the call of home. ...

His heart is full of yearning for his hometown. Li Taibai looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky. Li Taibai thought: That round was not as bright as my hometown, and all the mountains and trees were so dim. I miss the days when I was at home reading poems and drinking with my friends. I wonder if my friends in my hometown miss me now? Miss the small bridge and flowing water in my hometown, miss my mother in my hometown and miss the lost time.

"The moon is full of wind and rain, and people have joys and sorrows." Li Taibai is wandering in a foreign land, alone and without companions. I want to go home early to reunite with my family. I wonder whether my family still misses him and whether my friends still want him to go home. Whether the flowers in his hometown are in full bloom, whether the leaves are flourishing … He has been staring at this round of full moon, completely immersed in the feelings of missing his hometown.

Rewriting "Thinking about a Quiet Night" into an essay "Thinking about a Quiet Night" will not go away, and the wind will disperse the candle. Helpless feelings last for a long time, and when lovesickness is strong, the heart becomes pale.

Please rewrite Li Bai's Night Thoughts into a modern short poem and a short essay of 100 words.

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Rewrite:

Night, early autumn night.

Standing under the window in front of the bed, Ren Mingyue spilled and spread a silvery white floor. Is that the frost in early autumn?

Looking up at the sky, there are stars, and the lonely moon is always like a person under the moon.

I can't solve the loneliness of the bright moon, and the bright moon can't accompany me.

This runaway is like a bright moon far away from the Milky Way. We are all in a foreign land and have no relatives around us.

At this point, this situation can be helpless.

Had to talk to the moon,

Tell me in detail.

Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night was written in Yangzhou Inn on September 15th, the 14th year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty (726). Li Bai was twenty-six years old. At the same time, there is also a song "Autumn Night Travel" which was also done in the same place. On a night with few stars, the poet looked up at the bright moon in the sky and was homesick. He wrote this famous poem "Thoughts on a Quiet Night", which will be read down through the ages.

Write 20 idioms according to Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. It's easy for a dubious fool.

Take the lead, seek truth from facts and go forward bravely.

Dig in all directions, and the place where you fight is either black or white.

For no reason, aboveboard, soaring.

Leaving home for many years is even worse.

A new discussion on Li Bai's quiet night thinking in Ming Dynasty.

Thoughts in the dead of night

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Song dynasty edition

Thoughts in the dead of night

Look at the moonlight in front of the bed, will it have frost? .

Looking up at the mountains and the moon, and sinking again, I suddenly remembered home.

Vernacular translation:

The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.

It seems certain that Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night enlightens us. Li Bai is alone.

next month

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

Alas, the moon is not drinkable, and the shadow can only be on me.

The shadow of the moon will be temporary, and the fun is spring. I wandered for a month.

I played a song at sixes and sevens. while

Sober * * *, slightly drunk all dispersed. Miaowa Han En's

Forever ruthless swimming stage.

Silent night thinking of Tang Li Bai's bright line at the foot of my bed, is there already frost? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Is Silent Night Thinking a masterpiece of Li Bai? Not exactly. It belongs to a special one in Li Bai's works. It's unpretentious, but impressive.

Rewrite Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night into a short story about Li Bai suitable for children. Who can read minds in a quiet night?

-Li Bai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

When you are not at home, you will miss it. One night, the moon was very round and the moonlight was particularly bright, shining on the window. Li Bai sat quietly by the bed, immersed in the moonlight tonight. At this time, the moonlight spilled all over the floor, just like a thin layer of frost, which made people feel as white as an illusion. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, then slowly lowered his head and deeply missed his hometown in the distance. He thought that this bright moon also shone in his warm hometown.