A promise to be kept.
No: promise. The promise made is worth 1000 dollars. Metaphor means keeping your word and keeping your credit.
[Pinyin]
yīnu qiān jīn
[source]
Historical Records Biography of Ji Bu and Luan Bu: "A promise is better than a hundred Jin of gold."
[example]
Madam, if you are sincere and keep your promise, you will never break your promise.
[near meaning]
It's a deal. Ji Bu kept his promise. ...
[antonym]
Break your word and get fat. Empty promises keep repeating.
B. A new combination of fables
C. how to write 500 words in the new version of the primary school composition story?
You wait for your composition online, but you don't even want it.
Making up a new story is actually relatively easy.
Because the protagonist and other roles are determined, the character's personality and language style can also be imitated.
It is nothing more than telling another story with this framework.
All you have to do is build a good story and put the characters in it.
Of course, you can also show me your requirements for a new story and see if it is attractive, which can give you an inspiration.
D. New composition requirements for stories about honesty: you can write historical figures, figures in literary masterpieces and other story figures.
In the early years of the Western Han Dynasty, there was a man named Jibu, who put special emphasis on faithfulness. As long as he agrees, he will try his best to do it no matter how difficult it is. At that time, there was also a proverb: "A promise made by Kibbutz is not as good as a hundred catties of gold (a promise made by Kibbutz is not as good as a hundred taels of gold)".
Later, Liu Bang defeated Xiang Yu and proclaimed himself emperor, and began to search for Xiang Yu's subordinates. Ji Bu used to be Xiang Yu's right-hand man. So Liu Bang ordered that anyone who could send Lu Bu to the government would be rewarded with 1,200 gold.
However, Lu Bu was loyal and won the hearts of the people. People would rather risk being wiped out by the three clans to provide him with a hiding place than betray him for the reward of 1200 gold.
A man named Zhou got the news and secretly sent Jibu to a family named Zhu in Shandong. Zhujiajian Island appreciated Ji Bu's loyalty to his friends and tried his best to protect Ji Bu. Not only that, he also made a special trip to Luoyang to find Ruyin Xia Hou Houying and asked him to rescue Lu Bu.
Xia Houying was very close to Liu Bang since he was a child, and later made great contributions to Liu Bang's establishment of the Han Dynasty. He also appreciated Lu Bu's faithfulness, pleaded for Lu Bu in front of Liu Bang, and finally made Liu Bang forgive Lu Bu. Soon Liu Bang also appointed him the prefect of Hedong.
Later, people used "a promise as good as a thousand dollars" to describe a man who kept his word.
This is also a story about honesty, I hope I can help you!
The story of Shang Yang standing at the south gate.
Shang Yang drafted a political reform, but he was afraid that the people would not trust him and obey the new law. He first asked someone to erect a 30-foot-high wood at the south gate of the capital and ordered: "Who can carry this wood to the north gate and reward twelve taels of gold." Soon, there were many people around the south gate, and everyone was talking about it. Some people said, "Anyone can carry this piece of wood, so where do you need a reward of twelve taels of silver?" Someone said, "This is probably a joke of Mrs Zuo. Everyone looked at me, but no one dared to go up and carry wood.
Knowing that people still didn't believe his orders, Shang Yang raised the reward to fifty taels. Unexpectedly, the higher the salary, the more unreasonable the spectators feel, and no one dares to carry it. When everyone was talking about it, one of them ran out and said, "I'll try." He really picked up the wood and left until he reached the north gate. Shang Yang immediately sent a message to the man who carried the wood and rewarded him with 520 gold, not a penny less.
The matter immediately spread and caused a sensation in Qin. The common people said, "Zuo Shu's orders are unambiguous."
Knowing that his order had worked, Shang Yang announced the new law he had drafted. The new law clearly stipulates rewards and punishments, stipulating that the size of official positions and the level of titles shall be based on meritorious service in the war. Nobles who have not served in military service have no titles; Those who produce more grain and cloth are exempt from official duties; Anyone who is poor because of business and laziness, together with his wife and children, is punished as a servant of the government.
Since Shang Yang's political reform, Qin's agricultural production has increased and its military strength has become stronger. The story of Shang Yang establishing the South Gate became a model of honesty.
E. New combinations of idiom stories
Cock crow and practice sword-diligence and self-discipline
Slock is a man with high martial arts. He smells chickens dancing and practices guns for almost seven hours every day. Everyone admires him, so he can get the title of "the best in the world" However, I have gone too far in doing such a thing. If I get up and read every night when I hear a rooster crow, my eyes will be as red as a rabbit. Just like a rhinoceros sitting on its leg, I don't think you can stand it either. Of course, if anyone can smell the chicken dancing, he must be very respectable. But pay special attention to staying up late to get sick. I learned about this disease from a Chinese medicine book at home. The human liver has a characteristic: "When a person lies down, blood will return to the liver", and the liver stores blood. Liver meridian is the most prosperous in childhood and ugliness from one to three. If you don't sleep when you are ugly, the liver can't excrete toxic substances and produce fresh blood. Because of insufficient blood storage, his face is blue, and he is prone to various liver diseases for a long time. Therefore, it is best not to stay up late, to ensure adequate sleep time, good rest, good health, good spirit and good learning ability.
F. A new combination of stories
Reading guide example
1, Kongming tearfully beheaded Ma Su (one-act play)
Time: Six years in Shu and Han Dynasties.
Venue: Hanzhong Kongming Camp
Characters in the play: Prime Minister Shu: Kong Ming; Shu joined the army: Ma Su; Shu generals: Zhao Yun, Wang Ping, Gao Xiang, Wei Yan; And dozens of soldiers.
Scene: Just above the camp is Kongming's desk and chair, with a horizontal plaque hanging on it: "Law enforcement is like a mountain". There are four sets of tables and chairs under it, and there are simple wine vessels on the table. There are four swordsmen guarding the entrance to the camp.
At the opening ceremony, Kong Ming sat there alone with a feather fan in his hand, and Masu tied himself up and knelt in front of the tent.
Kong Ming: (His face is livid) Bold Ma Su, you lost your street pavilion and tens of thousands of soldiers. What should you do? You are arrogant and don't listen to Wang Ping's advice. You read Sun Tzu's Art of War for nothing, divorced from reality, violated military orders, and aggravated your crime. You should be punished by military law! someone ...
Masu (kneeling with his head touching the ground) will feel guilty in the end!
Kong Ming (panting) Somebody! Push it out and behead it!
(Wang Ping enters an account and pays a return visit)
Wang Ping: The Prime Minister calmed down his anger so as to receive him at last. Although General Ma lost his street pavilion, he remained loyal and loyal. General Ma has made great contributions to Shu. Now that the street kiosk has been lost, it is impossible to chase it. I hope the Prime Minister will pardon him for his capital crime and let him make meritorious service.
Kong Ming: The death penalty has been decided and cannot be changed! Strict military law serves everyone. Take it off!
(Zhao Yun enters the account and bows)
Zhao Yun: The Prime Minister's law enforcement is like a mountain, and his military discipline is strict, which makes the whole military camp admire him. I implore the Prime Minister to be lenient. I swear with my life that Masu will never make similar mistakes again. Don't judge heroes by their success or failure, think about their previous achievements. May the Prime Minister think twice!
Kong Ming (wry smile) Zilong actually interceded for him! Stand down.
Zhao Yun: As for crimes, Ma Su has them, as have Zi Long, Wang Ping, Wei Yan and Gao Xiang.
Kong Ming: You and the four of you have been a great help. Masu is very clever ...
Ma Su (looks up sharply, his forehead bleeds) The Prime Minister is wise, and Ma Su is unforgivable. I wrote a written military order to behead my family!
Kong Ming (striking table) Masu is bold. He made one mistake after another, and the street pavilion fell down. Your fault has nothing to do with his wife and children. What are their sins? How can I kill them?
(Jiang Wan is anxious to bow down)
Jiang Wan: I heard that during the Spring and Autumn Period, the general of Chu became a minister, and his army failed to defeat Jin Wengong. The king of Chu made him commit suicide. Jin Wengong was very happy when he heard the news. At this critical period, isn't it good to slay the wise men? Besides, Masu and the Prime Minister have deep feelings.
Kong Ming: Sun subdued the world and used it very strictly. Now there is a dispute among the four sides, and the soldiers will block it. If the law is not strictly enforced, how can he achieve great things? Masu and I are brothers, but can feelings be equal to military law? Can feelings be compared with military affairs? Masu's wife and children, I will be good to them.
Masu (tears streaming down her face) The Prime Minister is wise, and I will definitely repay him in the afterlife.
Kong Ming: I'm guilty, too! An unforgivable sin! I will ask your majesty to punish me and demote me to three levels to serve everyone. ...
(Crying) Start beheading!
(Everyone is crying)
Under the curtain: (with the theme song of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms: The Yangtze River rolls eastward and the water disappears, and the waves wash away all heroes, and success or failure turns empty ...)
Story comment: This is a very creative story. The author gave full play to his imagination and put the novel Kongming on the stage.
The content of Tearing Masu was enlarged and rewritten, and new ideas were written. It has created a mountain of law enforcement and military discipline.
The image of loyal ministers is rigorous. Between military law, state affairs and personal feelings, it puts national interests first.
This is his wise choice. The drama conflicts are concentrated and the characters are delicately portrayed, which reproduces the loyal ministers of Shu in those days.
The glorious image of children. The ending makes people realize a tragic beauty.
If properly rewritten, it will be a masterpiece to highlight Kong Ming's psychological contradictions and struggles.
College entrance examination composition: "The Choice of Mind"; If as written above, emphasize that Kong Ming is not affectionate.
Dealing with Masu is an excellent composition in the college entrance examination: "Emotional intimacy, cognitive things."
The relationship. " An attractive story has a touching article. Let's talk about the cover of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
All right!
G. write a composition with this new story as the main topic.
New story: the farmer and the snake
A group of people are walking up and down in the field. They are looking for a snake.
Suddenly, one of them shouted "found it, found it!" " "
Everyone gathered around in a hurry, and people nearby came in twos and threes.
This is a little black snake, which has been frozen for a long time!
"Rescue at once, or it will be too late," said an old man in isolation suit.
"However, we didn't bring equipment."
"It seems that we have to use artificial heating," said an old lady who was also wearing isolation suits, and then she was about to unbutton her clothes.
While they were arguing, people finally knew what had happened.
This is a snake sneaking out of the laboratory. It is a huge poison. There is only one snake in China at present. If we just let it die, it will bring great losses to the country. Now we need to save it immediately!
"Should I ask my superiors?" A cadre-like person said.
"Haha, I will pay for whoever warms the snake." A man wearing a gold bracelet said.
People are talking about it.
"This is a poisonous snake. Once it warms up, it will bite! " A middle-aged man in isolation suit warned everyone.
At this time, a short and thin old man came out of the crowd, with a white hemp rope tied around his waist, went to the snake, unbuttoned his coat without hesitation and put the snake on his chest.
"Baby, dad, you're crazy. That's a giant snake! " An old woman cried and jumped on the old man.
"No, I'm not crazy! Have you forgotten who saved our son? If their researchers hadn't developed drugs in time, I'm afraid our son would have died eight times ... "The old man's voice trailed off. At this moment, a snakehead appeared from his clothes.
A man in isolation suit quickly put the snake into a thick bag. Everyone helps people in isolation suits to save the elderly.
After a while, the old man finally said the last sentence: "I also devoted myself to science!" " "
H. a model essay for a new story.
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First, ask to write a new story.
Mulan, Mulan
( 1)
The bonfire is a haze that fills the sky; The edge of the drum is the message echoing in the ear. War is close at hand, within reach.
I straddled the green horse and looked at the desolation in the distance for a long time, letting the hunting wind blow the clothes behind me. Behind him stood a row of soldiers, awkwardly waiting for orders-a group of newly recruited soldiers.
For a long time, I slowly turned around and looked at the uneven team, and I couldn't help frowning deeply. How can such a lonely and weak down soldier compete with the real hardcover master? After a long battle, the people's livelihood is depressed, and Khan is helpless. Even such a person should be sent.
I will stop sighing and uneasy, and my face is watertight with majesty. Slowly, my eyes swept them one by one. They all stood straight with their heads down, then met his clear eyes and looked at me straight.
What kind of eyebrows are those? Handsome and delicate, you can't hide it. People can't help wondering why such a spirit will grow on a person's face. His hair fluttered and brushed his delicate white cheeks and his weak body. Although this is the first time I have met him, I really feel sorry for him. It turned out that he should be a weak scholar, but he was forced into a ruthless battlefield by the ground. I looked at his faint eyes, somewhat shy, somewhat admired, and more calm and firm.
The inexplicable feeling suddenly became clear, and my heart was relieved of the heavy burden. His eyes filled me with faith and hope.
"What's your name?" I asked him if he was on fire and looked into the distance.
He hesitated slightly, as if he didn't understand why I asked him alone. "Wood." He answered in a light and beautiful voice, with some trembling tactfulness.
I smiled gently, rolled over and dismounted, approached him and patted his thin shoulder. In an instant, a blush flew all over his cheeks. Still a child.
I turned my head and ordered the floor to be paved: "From today on, you should practice well with this general, and you can go to the Japanese battlefield to kill the enemy and serve the country!" "
The answer is thunderous.
This is the first time we met, in the sky and green grass. Desolate and gloomy, still can't hide tenderness.
(2) Training
I stood in front of him, my eyes sharp and dignified. His face was red, he stood with a bow and arrow, his face was lonely and ashamed, and sweat rolled down his cheeks.
On a ruthless day in the hot sun, the recruits were still practicing archery in the team. Only he really can't pull the bow full, which seems to be very uncoordinated. This is a very light bow. I frowned and walked through the crowd to him and shouted, "What's the matter, Mu?" "General, I really ..." He lowered his head and stared helplessly at the earth. I feel sorry for him already-he should be a relative. However, it is no joke to go to the battlefield with a ruthless knife and gun, so I know that I must not be soft on him. I crustily skin of head: "look up! I don't like posers the most! If you can't draw the bow within three days, don't blame this general for being heartless! " Voice like Hong Zhong, the audience's eyes gathered together. I quickly turned around and gave him a heartless back. However, when I turned around, I still saw his tears.
He-is really not suitable for the military camp, and my pity is unstoppable. In fact, I understand that this young man is the hardest and most serious on the training ground. Practicing marksmanship and swordsmanship, he painted one stroke at a time, doing his best to draw it a hundred times and a thousand times. Look at the fine sweat on the tip of his nose. I once admired him very much. However, due to the limitation of physical fitness, his performance can only make me bury my praise in my heart.
The night is quiet, but I can't sleep. Today, I remembered the lieutenant's words again: "General, that soldier named Mu, let him go home. People like that, don't die in vain. " I can't deny that I also want him to go home, but in my heart, there is always a feeling that I can't give up, especially his innocent and unyielding expression.
Disturbing my thoughts, I walked out of my account at night, and the soft moonlight spilled all over the floor. Yin Hui was like water, rendering the coolness and tranquility at night. I was walking when I suddenly heard a slight breathing. I looked at the sound. In the clearing, there is a black shadow. Three feet away from me, I stopped, turned my back on me and drew my bow at the moon. My cold clothes were wet with dew.
Immediately moved by his insistence, I called him gently, and his voice was no longer the majesty of the day: "Wood, it's late at night, you go back to sleep." Zheng, he turned around and hung his head. Looking at the rustling figure in front of me, I thought of my dead brother, who was as clever as him. "Wood, today-it's hard for you, don't take it to heart." I can't help feeling a lot of apologies in my words. "In fact, I feel distressed when I reprimand you, because-you are like my brother." I held his hand, which was cold. He quit in a hurry, like a woman's shyness.
I was speechless for a long time, just standing quietly, as if there were no fetters of war.
"You-"I hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to go home?"
"What?" He looked up and said in a surprised voice, "Home?"
"Yes, the sword is ruthless. You are still young. Go home."
"No, general! I'm here to fight. Being a deserter will embarrass my parents and ancestors! I want to fight with my companions! " His answer is decisive and passionate, but there is a firm demeanor in softness.
But-I looked down at the bow in his hand and hesitated. I really don't want to ruin this life in the war. "General, please give me another chance. If I can't open this bow in three days, I will listen to the general. " He pleaded. I finally relented and couldn't bear to let him down. Keep him.
Three days later, he did pull the bow and I nodded to him. At that moment, he must have read the approval in my eyes The applause of others seems to drown him out, but I understand the sweat, blood and tears he shed every night.
Four months have passed, my soldiers have been well trained and the horn of war has sounded.
(3) War
From Wan Li to Rongji, the mountains are flying, the new moon is over Admiralty, and the cold light is ironclad.
The swords are handed over, the horses are galloping, and the battlefield is full of bloody cold. Soldiers bravely rushed to the enemy in the horn, waving swords like rain, and expressing gratitude and hatred. Such a spectacular and tragic scene, ordinary people, as long as it is once, will be unforgettable. Looking back, I saw Jose's pale face, his knife-wielding hand trembling slightly, biting his lip and looking nervous. I drove the horse near: "How can I call a soldier if I don't charge?" He listened, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed into the note with others.
After a battle, both sides suffered heavy casualties. Looking at the dead battlefield, young and old will become the ghosts here forever. I look dignified and sad. Wood blade turned his back on me and knelt beside a corpse, shaking as if sobbing. I walked beside him, and he stopped his tears and pointed to the dead man lying on the ground: "He saved me in despair, but he himself …" He paused, his eyes gathering courage. "General, I must avenge him and my dead brother!"
I leaned down and patted Wood on the shoulder. "Next time, I'll let you take the lead."
The next battle, which was caught off guard, was the key battle that decided the outcome. Both sides were red-eyed, and my white shirt and white war horse were dyed red with blood, as bright as blooming flowers.
The spies came to report that the enemy leader was so powerful that he didn't even bother to wear armor. "Although the enemy is brave, it is a mob, and it is just scattered sand that makes a tower," I thought to myself. "Without leaders, there will be no strong fighting capacity." After consulting with my military adviser, I decided to send someone to sneak into the enemy barracks and shoot the enemy leader with an arrow.
"General, I'll go." Wood stood up, as if without any hesitation. Although he was still weak, his eyes were full of hatred and murderous look. The war turned him into an iron skeleton. With obvious enmity, he may have made an oath of revenge for killing the enemy.
I didn't decide immediately, but I struggled for a long time. As far as archery is concerned, he is clever and hardworking, and he is no longer under me. Moreover, he is small and not easy to arouse the suspicion of the enemy. More importantly, I promised him to take the lead in anger. However, after all, he is still fragile and inexperienced. Besides, I am selfish. After all, I don't trust him to take risks. In recent months, many of his qualities have impressed me deeply and made me want to protect him.
"General, I am a soldier and I am not afraid of bloodshed!" Wood made up his mind again, and his expression became firmer. I had to nod gently, stroking the horse where he sat down, and I was infinitely worried. Handed him a bow and arrow, and he bowed his head and took it, his hand trembling slightly. "Be careful." I told him in his ear that I wanted to say more, but I could only watch him die. Floating moss has become the most beautiful scenery in my eyes.
I waited anxiously, thinking about the ferocious face of the enemy, and my heart was extremely nervous. Mu, you must come back safely.
After about three cups of tea, he came back. I fell on my horse, my skirt was red with talk and my hair was messy. I rushed in front of me like an arrow, and then I fell off my horse. I quickly jumped off the horse and helped him up. I saw him pale, with a little breath, messy hair and lying in my arms. Lost the reserve and careful cover-up of the past, just like a woman in a boudoir. Everything is spinning, and I suddenly understand. ...
I remember the acquaintance scenes, the anxious eyes, the blushing cheeks and others.
Wood slowly opened his eyes and saw me, a panic. I stopped his anxiety with my eyes and asked him as usual, "Mu, are you better?"
"hmm." He paused and replied, "General, I sneaked into the barracks and shot three arrows behind the leader. He fell, but I'm not sure if he is dead. I was found when I ran away, so I rushed out desperately. "
"I know." I took advantage of people's inattention, tore off a corner of the edge of the clothes and rolled up his hair. "You shot him, we beat them, and we-won."
He suddenly felt an uncontrollable excitement: "Really?" Then he lowered his head and said, "General, I …" I tried to explain something, but I couldn't say anything.
I nodded. What a woman, disguised as a man, entered the military camp and made great achievements. How can a delicate daughter have such courage?
The doctor came: "General, let me put a wooden bandage on the wound." "No, no, don't bother. I'll just wrap it myself. " Wood bother to turn away. "Wood, don't be childish, just roll up your sleeves." The doctor insisted.
I looked at Mu anxiously and smiled. "Doctor, go and dress others first." Hearing this, the military doctor promised to step down. I took a meaningful look back at the wood, then handed him the gauze and walked out of the tent.
Wood, a woman, a woman who joined the army, can be soft but rigid, my eyes are streaming, and my heart is pounding. Perhaps, I was destined to meet him, and a perfect meeting was actually in the military camp.
(4) After the war
It's another sunny night. After winning the battle, everyone celebrated with wine and rested. The whole camp was quiet, only me, as if I had something on my mind, strolling and meditating in the moonlight. The shadow of wood, shaking in my heart, makes the water lotus beautiful.
Far away, I saw a shadow leaning against a tree looking at the moon. It was wood. The edge of the skirt shines with soft white light, which makes her figure look like the graceful figure of Yaochi Fairy. I walked over and stared at my back, thinking that the way she used to look at me should be a little strange, but I didn't notice it.
Like a stalk, she turned around and stood motionless in front of me.
"You-what's your name?" I asked faintly, curious at first sight.
"Wood." He replied.
I was silent and knowledge looked at her with deep eyes.
She fiddled with her skirt and hesitated to change her mind. "Mulan, Mulan."
"Do you know that women are not allowed to enter the military camp?"
She lowered her head and said, "Yes."
With a straight face, I pretended to be angry: "Why did you lie to General Ben? Why don't you tell the truth? "
She knelt down in a panic and bowed her head in defense: "General, Mulan joined the army for her father, but she had to do it. She didn't cheat on purpose. Please forgive me. "
Listening to her explanation of fear, I turned my back and couldn't help laughing. I have only pity and admiration for this silly girl, so I can't blame her. But I continued to carry her behind my back and pretended to ask coldly, "Join the army for my father?"
Mulan had to whisper about her past: her old father with leg disease, her young and ignorant brother, her mother's worry when she posted in the street, and her sadness when she left home. She began to sob, like a wronged kitten. After all, she is a woman. In recent months, she has been hiding alone. Her delicate body bears a heavy burden and no one else shares it. She is like a frightened bird, how much fear is hidden under her calm expression and how much depression is buried in her delicate heart. Suddenly I found myself so distressed by her, so eager not to hurt her again.
I turned around and looked at her pitiful appearance at my feet. I leaned down and held her low head in my hands. I looked at her face like a pear flower with rain, and couldn't help but raise my hand to wipe away her tears: "Why didn't you want to go home that day?" The voice is no longer the general's indifference.
"Because Mulan wants to prove that girls are not worse than men and can be a heroine among women. Mulan wants her parents to be proud of their daughter. "
I helped her up, gentle as water. People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless? After several years of fighting, although Jin Ge was in a hurry, he thought he was a man with a heart of stone. The woman in front of me touched me again and again. On this night, I seem to see myself sitting beside her, counting the silent starlight.
The son is affectionate, and the proverb is inconvenient for a thousand years. I seem to hear Mulan's sigh coming from the depths of the winding pavilion, and the chirp coming from the beam.
Oh, Mulan.
The general died in battle, and the strong man returned in ten years. Mulan, on the other hand, took French leave and left a message "Flowers bloom to a certain period".
Flowers bloom for a while, flowers bloom for a while. It turns out that I have long been intoxicated with the flowers. It's just the smell of war that once made me lose my appreciation of romance, and her pure appearance, like a water lotus blooming in my heart, melted the frozen cold.
Holding a magnolia tree, I rode to find her, inquired about many places, and finally stopped in front of her house. I reached out and knocked at the door.
The door opened and hidden inside was a woman with curved eyebrows and a bright smile.
"Mulan." I called her affectionately. She is always dressed up, with a cloth skirt, a low bun, thin beads, caged eyebrows, amorous eyes, jade powder carving, and eager to fly.
"General." She was so surprised that she blurted out.
"My name is Li Jing." I smiled and corrected it gently and handed Mulan to her. From the first sight of today's affectionate appearance, it seems to be only a moment, but it is eternal.
"Jing Li." Mulan bowed her head and called me for the first time, with an answering expression on her face.
I gently stopped her on my shoulder, and I felt a delicate and complete smile blooming on her face.
Mulan, Mulan.