2. The adaptation of ancient poetry into a composition is probably the scene of ancient poetry. Let me give you an example.
Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, shall I ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
3. The ancient poetry was adapted into a composition of 500 words. Lv Yan's "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.
Probably a little, it can be expanded according to the foundation.
4. Rewrite the ancient poem Qiu Si into a composition. Autumn is coming, the leaves are falling, and the whistling wind is blowing. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the gradually full moon makes Zhang Ji melancholy: Yes, I have been away from home for 15 years. Are mom and dad healthy at home? Are brothers and sisters happy? Anhui's hometown is thousands of miles away from Luoyang, so it is not realistic to go back. Boss Zhang next door is a fellow villager. Yesterday, he told Zhang Ji that he would go back to his hometown to buy goods and bring him some light things, such as letters. Zhang Ji was very happy when he heard the news. He immediately began to write letters. But when he started to write "How are you, my parents?" He found a thousand words and didn't know where to start. Review his 15 years. Now he is just an ordinary civil servant with a low salary. He felt a little guilty for not being filial to his parents or contributing to family building. His brothers and sisters also worried him. Especially his sister, who was only 3 years old when Zhang Ji left, should be a slim girl now. How I want to see her! And eldest brother, for my younger brother to study and get married at the age of 25. Now he should be the father of several children, right? And ... this letter took a whole night to write seven major articles. Then it was folded and sealed. Benedict is the boss who knocks at the door. "Brother, have you finished? My brother is leaving, so I came to see you. Is there anything to bring? " Zhang Ji quickly took out the letter and handed it to boss Zhang. Boss Zhang put the letter in his chest pocket, clenched his fist and turned away. Zhang Ji suddenly shouted, "Brother Zhang, wait a little longer, and I'll read the letter again." Zhang Ji opened the sealed letter, looked at it carefully and drew a few more strokes. Only then did I give the letter to boss Zhang: "Brother, please." Boss Zhang put the letter in again.
Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains. Overlapping green hills hold the West Lake in their arms, and there are countless pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings. The West Lake cruise ship sings and dances day and night. Visiting the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze blew these ancient poems "titled Lin 'an House" into a composition.
Sleepy, how can you remember the lost northern territory and the reduced old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different. Lin 'an Mansion is a political satire poem by Lin Sheng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is also the author's only representative work. This poem is written for the dark reality of the Southern Song Dynasty. It poured out people's indignation and expressed the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation.
Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains. Overlapping green hills hold the West Lake in their arms, and there are countless pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings. The West Lake cruise ship sings and dances day and night. Traveling around the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze makes these tourists sleepy, how can they remember the lost northern territory and the degraded old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different.
This is a poem written on the wall of a hotel in Lin 'an. This is a political satire. The appellation of Lin 'an House shows the society at that time. In AD 1 126, the Jin people captured Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and captured two emperors, Huizong and Qinzong. The territory of the Central Plains was completely occupied by the Jin people. Zhao Gou fled to the south of the Yangtze River and ascended the throne in Lin 'an, which is known as the Southern Song Dynasty. Instead of accepting the painful lesson of national subjugation in the Northern Song Dynasty, the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty became angry from embarrassment and tried to strengthen itself. The rulers did not want to recover the lost land in the Central Plains, but begged for peace, surrendered to the outside world, and brutally persecuted Yue Fei and other patriots at home. Politically corrupt and incompetent, dignitaries indulge in debauchery and pleasure. This poem is written for this dark reality. It pours out the indignation pent up in the hearts of the broad masses of people, and also expresses the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation.
6. Expand the ancient poetry into an 800-word article "Miss My Shandong Brothers on Mountain Holidays" (rewritten). One morning, I was alone in a foreign country and felt very lonely.
Every time I meet a holiday, I miss my family more. I am in a distant place, thinking that my brother, sister and brother must climb every mountain.
I wish I could climb every mountain. I really want to find my brothers at once and climb the mountain with them.
But I saw my brothers standing on high places, holding beautiful dogwood. Without me alone, my brothers climbed up happily. "To Wang Lun" This is also an article: In the spring morning, the sky in Wan Li, Wan Li is cloudless and blue as wash. I bid farewell to my good friend Wang Lun and boarded the ship that was about to leave.
I stood at the bow and looked into the distance. I saw the beautiful blue sky, the breeze blew, and I could smell an intoxicating peach blossom fragrance. At this time, a group of waterfowl "croaked" hovering on the water.
Ah! Waterbirds also know the feeling of parting! I was intoxicated with this beautiful scenery when I suddenly heard a crisp and sweet song from the shore. Ah, this is Wang Lun's affectionate farewell song! Listen, Wang Lun is walking and singing with the beat. It's getting closer. Ah! This song is full of parting feelings.
It's Wang Lun who has had a heart-to-heart talk with me these days. It was Wang Lun who accompanied me to see the scenery late at night; It was Wang Lun and I who discussed the meaning of life together. It is Wang Lun who drinks and writes poems with me under the lamp at night. Ah! "Come on friends.
Come, let's shake hands again and say a few words of confidence. "Ship, set sail.
Ah! Friend, dear friend, you waved to me outside, and I waved to you. Ah, although the pool is as deep as thousands of feet, it can't be compared with your deep affection for me. Supplementation, Clever Guidance and Arousing Imagination —— The expansion of ancient poetry China is known as a country of poetry, and ancient poetry can be said to be a treasure left over from the long history of China culture.
Its language is concise and highly concentrated, but its content is quite heavy: astronomy, geography, customs, everything. Reading and accumulating ancient poems can not only develop students' imagination, accumulate students' sense of language, but also consolidate students' cultural heritage.
Expanding the writing of ancient poetry can not only deepen the understanding of ancient poetry, but also stimulate students' interest in reading. After several years of teaching and scientific research practice, the author thinks that the key to guiding the development of ancient poetry is to guide students' imagination through various channels, and then make it formal and written on this basis.
Arousing imagination can be carried out in the following three aspects: 1. Excavate empty space. The art of imaginary poetry is blank to some extent: the blank of story plot, the blank of character description, the blank of psychological activity, the blank of thoughts and feelings, the blank of philosophy and so on. Teachers guide students to grasp and explore these gaps. According to the five categories of poetry: narrative expression, landscape description, emotional expression, philosophical sublimation and comprehensive tolerance, students can imagine images in class, activate their thinking, cultivate their creativity and lay the foundation for expanding their writing.
1. Seize the "image blank" and imagine some ancient poems not laying out direct narration, but pursuing the interesting style outside the poem by sketching or hitting the point. The images depicted in poems are often not detailed and obscure, leaving teachers and students to supplement their imagination and create an ethereal and rich artistic realm.
Such as "Village Residence" (the grass grows in February 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. )
What's this kite like? What did the children say? What was the situation then? How beautiful is "the grass grows and the warblers fly" and "the willow blossoms are bright and the spring smoke is drunk"? What other sights might there be on this February day? Wait a minute, this poem is not carved out of details. Teachers can grasp these "image gaps" and guide students to expand their reasonable imagination and supplement details.
2. Stick to the "emotional blank" and imagine that "emotion will lead to resignation". In the development teaching of ancient poetry, teachers should pay attention to displaying artistic conception, so that readers and poets can feel the same.
Language is a tool to express feelings, but some complex, subtle and radical feelings cannot be directly expressed, thus setting an emotional gap for readers. For example, in Boarding Guazhou, the poet Wang Anshi used the scene of "Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan" to express the feelings of "when the moon shines on me".
What is the scene of Jiangnan in Chun Lv? Spring is full, which is pleasing to the eye. How can a poet reveal the melancholy of when to return home? What was his psychological activity at that time? What is the image like? Both teachers and students described the poet's depression and homesickness, and his worries about the failure of political reform and the uncertain future through "blank" imagination. 3. Imagining the philosophy in ancient poetry around the "philosophical blank" often lies in the image, and its "blank" zone is wider.
Teachers should enlighten students, let them feel the inside story of poetry and make appropriate associations. Zheng Xie's Bamboo Stone is an ancient poem with profound philosophy, and the author's original intention is to "make people think and know".
This requires teachers to guide students to appreciate the poem, imagine the scene of bamboo "indomitable, let the northeast wind blow", and then guide students to contact life, so as to refine and sublimate from the image of the poem into a universal philosophy: whether you are determined or studying, you must "stick to the green hills and not relax", and it is easy to persevere when you lock your goals. In teaching, students will appreciate the true meaning of poetry as long as teachers pay attention to excavating the deep connotation of poetry and recreating imagination.
Second, with the help of audio-visual media, imagine that "reason lies in poetry, such as salt in water, honey in flowers, and the body is hidden and beautiful." For primary school students who are not deeply involved in the world and lack life experience and literary understanding ability, it is really not an easy task to experience sex and interest in Hidden Corpse and Yuan Mark.
To deeply understand the artistic conception of poetry and the poet's feelings, teachers need to build a bridge across this gap. In the development teaching of ancient poetry, making full use of audio-visual media, carefully designing teaching links, optimizing teaching process and enhancing the intuition, image and vividness of teaching can perfectly show the artistic charm of ancient poetry, stimulate students' interest in learning ancient poetry and improve the development level of ancient poetry.
1. It is very artistic to create a poetic scene and stimulate the imagination of ancient poetry. In the development teaching of ancient poetry, teachers should pay attention to creating situations, so that students can experience the poet's emotions through their specific perception of the situation. Multimedia has the characteristics of sound and shape blending, dynamic and static combination and strong appeal. Multimedia teaching can not only turn words into images, but also turn abstractions into images.
7. This ancient poem was rewritten into a 600-word composition. A group of troops marched slowly on the Gobi desert in the frontier fortress. The armored general suddenly stopped the red mount, and the horse looked up and neighed, and the neighing echoed in the narrow valley.
They looked up and their tired eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance. A rare smile appeared on the general's bronzed face, and his trembling muscles seemed to shake off the yellow sand.
"Rest on the spot!" As soon as the general raised his whip, the powerful voice shook the rubble on both sides of the mountain.
The yellow sunset dyed the general's gray beard, and also sprinkled a mysterious color on the whole team, as if a group of heavenly soldiers would suddenly descend on the edge of this desert.
Standing on the northwest frontier of autumn parcels, heaven and earth seem to meet here. The frontier fortress seems particularly empty, lonely and deep, without the suspicion of floating clouds, only desolate and opaque maturity. The geese flying south occasionally fly across the sky and leave in a hurry to cooperate with the ancient "honor guard", but they don't miss the frontier fortress scene specially prepared for them.
This desolate northwest frontier fortress!
The autumn wind is bigger, carrying yellow sand, whipping shrunken shrubs on the roadside like a whip, whipping cold and hard stones and tired teams. The horse can't help this relentless beating, snorting and neighing. The foot soldiers were very close and buried their heads very low. Time seems to have solidified at this time.
The distant sound of vigorous retreat blew the horn, and there came the screams of war horses, the collision of armored weapons, the sound of autumn wind tearing the standard and the howling sound of crazy friction in the sand ... All kinds of voices were intertwined and echoed over this desert, as if only they were the owners of this land.
The wind roared, and the rolling yellow sand filled the mountains, covering up the warm yellow of the sunset, leaving a hasty pallor.
Over the camp, the rising smoke, bared its teeth, gradually swallowed up the pallor of the west. The surrounding mountains become more and more ferocious at night. Only the lonely city with closed gates, the people in the lonely city, fell asleep with the wind of the frontier fortress.
Dream? Homesick people are afraid of falling asleep.
I am so tired when marching and fighting during the day that I don't feel homesick, but when the moon is in the middle, I am in my hometown. Looking at the moon, my wife's shallow smile reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the full moon, the mother who is over 60 years old and mending clothes is reflected in the middle of the month; Looking at the moon, the children's sweet shouts came from the moon ... but the soldiers were helpless, and their cheeks were covered with cold tears: although they were ordered to guard the border for many years, their achievements in resisting the enemy were not completed, and it was difficult to return home and could not return home!
The general poured a pot of strong liquor alone, in order to relieve the fatigue of fighting during the day and to drive away the homesickness that hit his heart. The faint light flashed in the lampshade, lengthening and shortening the general's tired figure. The general's hand moved on the battle map, thinking about the battle plan over and over again. His eyes stopped at that point on the map surrounded by mountains, and he was quietly lost in thought. Watching, watching, he seemed to see himself leading his foot soldiers to kill the enemy, invincible, and the enemy's casualties were everywhere. The foot soldiers surrounded him: "Victory! Victory! " Cheer and jump for joy. He walked out of the team and solemnly carved a big word "Song" on a huge stone. ...
The general's face is red. I don't know if it's because of the wine just now, or because he is still immersed in the picture of stone carving. The white hair on the head was reflected whiter by the red face.
Suddenly, a melancholy and desolate Qiangdi brought the general back to reality. It seems to be crying, complaining, and angry. It floats like a ghost in the whole moonlit night, once again evoking the gentlest and deepest emotion in the general's heart-infinite homesickness.
In a flash, the autumn frost outside the account climbed up the general's forehead again.
That night, the officers and men guarding the border worked hard to serve the country and fight for men's homesickness.
(Fisherman's Pride)
8. Rewrite an ancient poem into a short essay ~ Shepherd Boy (Rewrite an ancient poem)
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!
References:
Qingpingle village residence (rewriting of ancient poems).
In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut. Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight. A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river. There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down. White transparent powder,
Pink, like a shy girl with a veil. There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers.
There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time!
The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused. The youngest son, not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute!
What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated, just standing there, unwilling to leave for a long time …