The shepherd boy looks at the picture and writes a composition.

1. How do painters and shepherds write pictures? There was a famous painter named Dai Song Dai Song in the Tang Dynasty. As soon as his painting was hung, many people watched it. There is no one who looks at this painting without nodding his head, and the rich are still vying to spend a lot of money to buy it.

Legend has it that Dai Song's good friend once asked him to paint. What are you drawing? Dai Song pondered for a while and decided to draw a picture of a bullfight. He paints quickly, with strong colors and light strokes. The onlookers praised it.

"Too much, too much, this town is a wonderful work," praised a businessman.

"Painting is alive, painting is alive, and only a magic pen can draw such a painting!" A teacher praised.

"Wrong painting, wrong painting!" A shepherd boy squeezed in and shouted. It sounded like thunder, and everyone froze. At this moment, Dai Song called the shepherd boy to his side and said kindly, "Little brother, I want to hear your criticism. Please tell me where you are wrong? " The shepherd boy pointed to the cow in the picture and said, "This cow's tail is painted wrong. When two cows fight, their strength is spent on horns, and their tails are sandwiched between their hind legs. The cow's tail you drew is oblique, and this is how the cow holds mosquitoes and flies on the trunk. You haven't checked the fight between two cows, have you? "

Hearing this, Dai Song felt very ashamed. He waved his hand again and again and said, "Thank you for your guidance."

2. The first grade text The shepherd boy rides a yellow cow, looks at the picture and writes words. One summer morning, a shepherd boy rode backwards on the back of an ox, with a leaf in his mouth, blowing out a melodious pastoral song.

In the distance is the rolling green hills, and a small river flows slowly.

The shepherd boy sang pastoral songs from far and near, and the songs floated in the forest. The cow stopped, ate grass and drank water from time to time, and came under the willow tree. Suddenly, the shepherd boy heard the cicada and looked up. Wow! What a big cicada! The shepherd boy tried to catch the cicada. He held out his hand, and there was still a long way to go to catch cicada. He stood on the cow's back and caught the cicada, but just then, the old cow moved and the shepherd boy almost fell down. The shepherd boy patted the cow and called it unruly, but the cow was shocked and ran into the willow tree. If the shepherd boy hadn't caught the hair on the cow's back, it might have flown out. The shepherd boy looked at the willow tree and found that the cicada had flown away. The shepherd boy had to move forward in frustration. ...

3. Rewrite the shepherd boy into a short essay. The more words, the better! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.

Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.

In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.

After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.

Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!

4. Write a short composition with "shepherd boy". Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.

Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.

In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.

After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.

Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!

5. The Shepherd Boy was rewritten into a short essay. Shepherd boy (rewrite)

It's a sunny morning. Green land, warm sun, green willows and red flowers are spring scenery everywhere.

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. On the eaves, a pair of birds are singing a beautiful Haruka, with a voice as clear as a silver bell.

In the room, Gao Ding, a poet who had just been immersed in a beautiful dream, was awakened by the singing of birds. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already dawn. So Gao Ding immediately got dressed and got up. The moment he opened the door, he was completely intoxicated with the beautiful scenery of spring in front of him. He couldn't help but open his arms and close his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating breath of spring, as if he himself were in it. At this time, in the face of such a beautiful spring, Gao Ding immediately sprouted the idea of sketching.

After cleaning up, Gao Ding packed his bags and set off.

Along the way, birds sang with him and butterflies danced with him. The gentle wind blew on his face, and the fragrant flowers made him more interested. Come to a clearing not far from the river bank, Gao Ding stopped. "This is really a treasure house of painting!" While talking to himself excitedly, he happily took out his tools and devoted himself to painting the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Green grass flourishes in the sun; Crowds of orioles chase and play happily in the sky. The willows on the shore can't help swinging their soft branches and dancing with the rhythm of spring. At this time, a warm east wind blew, blowing laughter and a group of lively figures. It turns out that children learn early today, and everyone unanimously decided to fly kites in the east wind. "Fly a kite!" In the cheers of everyone, colorful kites flew into the blue sky. At the moment, children are like the spirits of spring, chasing and playing freely in the spring breeze. ...

Gao Ding looked at the beautiful scenery of harmonious coexistence between man and nature, and couldn't help but be poetic and wrote in the painting-

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

6. Rewrite The Shepherd Boy into a short essay. It turned out that the shepherd boy was riding a yellow ox and singing loudly.

I was trying to catch cicadas when I suddenly shut up. Rewrite "The grass is green and the flowers are fragrant, and I let the cattle go down the mountain ..." Listen, the clear and innocent song of the shepherd boy came from the winding forest path.

Cheerful songs echoed in the Woods, making the birds happier. Looking for the popularity of the song, I saw a teenage shepherd boy wearing pigtails, shorts and barefoot, riding on the back of a cow and singing happily.

You see, he unbuttoned his coat, wrapped the cow rope around his waist, and rode backwards on the cow's back, singing, making faces and stretching his feet. It's really hot.

Listen, the cicada in the forest cries impatiently, "hot, hot!" " "The shepherd boy squinted and fanned the wind with a straw hat woven from branches. Suddenly, the little shepherd boy heard his singing. He patted the cow on the back and the cow stopped.

Ah! It turned out that a cicada stopped on the branch beside the shepherd boy, flapping its wings and singing! The shepherd boy thought, "It must be fun to catch cicadas and tie them online!" So he stood on the cow's back slowly and approached the cicada gently. Closer. Closer.

I saw the little shepherd boy wearing a hood on his right hand. "Ha ha, I get it, I get it!" Cicada struggled in his palm. The shepherd boy said naughtily, "You know it's late!" Say that finish, his foot outward a pedal, "sou" suddenly firmly riding on the cow's back, "shh-bursts-",he gave a naughty cry and urged the cow to move forward.

7. "The Shepherd Boy" rewrites a short article (more than 400 words). The Shepherd Boy (rewrites ancient poems)

Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.

Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.

In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.

After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.

Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!

8. Look at the picture and write, the little shepherd boy herding sheep. He is just a little shepherd boy. His daily task is to drive the sheep to the pasture and watch the sheep not to cross the wire to the other side of the pasture-a vegetable garden to destroy it.

One day, when he was eating grass, he was really bored and lay on the grass in the sun. The warm sunshine was so comfortable that he fell asleep unconsciously. ...

He was awakened by a cry. He opened his eyes and saw the boss glaring: "You useless guy! Sheep make a mess of the vegetable garden, and you still sleep here ... "

He was so scared that he was sleepy that he stood there silently and was scolded by his boss.

This incident left a deep impression on him. He thought, is there any way to keep him from being on his guard at all times, and the sheep will not go through the iron fence to destroy the vegetable garden? He noticed that there was no strong iron fence where there were roses, but the sheep never passed there.

Why don't sheep go through the rose bushes? Out of curiosity, he reached for a rose and looked at it. As soon as his hand touched the stem of the rose, he was stung hard-it was the thorn on the stem of the rose that stung his hand. Looking at the bloody hand, he didn't get angry or cry, but jumped up with excitement. He thought, if some thorns also grow on the wires, wouldn't it be possible to stop the sheep?

Do it! He cut the wire into small pieces of about 5 cm, and then wound these small pieces of wire on the barbed wire. In this way, many small thorns "grow" on the barbed wire. When he went to herd the sheep again, he found that the sheep tried to go through the barbed wire fence to eat vegetables in the garden at first, but after being stabbed by the barbed wire several times, no stupid sheep dared to cross the barbed wire fence to the other side of the garden again.

The little shepherd boy named jeffers finally succeeded, and he no longer had to worry about sheep going to the vegetable garden to spoil vegetables. The successful little jeffries was not satisfied with herding sheep in the sun all day. Soon he applied for a patent for his little invention, which quickly spread and swept the world.

Who would have thought that barbed wire was everywhere, which was invented by a little shepherd boy who wanted to be lazy? A few years ago, when I was reading jeffers's story, I carefully observed the barbed wire. My first feeling after reading it can be summarized in two words: regret. I regret why I didn't invent this barbed wire decades earlier. Because he just twisted short wires together, there is really no technical content.

However, when we are lazy, have we ever thought about finding another way to replace it? Only in this way can you really be lazy.