Qiu Si rewrite

Autumn is coming, the autumn wind is blowing, and a piece of leaves fall, like a beautiful butterfly flying.

I am alone in Luoyang, I miss the distant relatives, I go back to the room to take out the pen and paper, I am going to write a letter to my family, I think and think, but I don’t know where to start, because I miss too much too much in my hometown. too much. Time passed by, and I finally picked up the pen and wrote my thoughts about my hometown.

I went to the door and handed the letter to the messenger, asking him to give the letter to the family. When the messenger was leaving, I chased him and said to him: "I still have a lot of words." So I I ripped open the envelope and wrote it until the messenger rushed to stop the pen. Give the letter to the messenger and send the letter to him. Tell him to the family: I am very good, don't worry, the weather is cold, and I wear more clothes. ”

The messenger rode on the horse and I looked far away until I couldn't see it. I immediately went back to the house and wrote the poem of Qiu Si:

See the autumn wind in Luoyang city

Desire for the writer

Re-terrorism hastily said inexhaustible

Pedestrians open and open

Fifth grade: the world