Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow. They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out. "Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail. In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized this. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea. Not simple, not simple! "
Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled: "A fishing boat with two children parked on it. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain, not to cover your head but to make wind. " A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.
2. Rewriting the ancient poem "Boating in Anren" once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed by Anren County by boat, he saw the green grass on both sides of the boat through the window of the cabin, like a bright green carpet, flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous.
Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up. At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed.
So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring. Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow.
They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out.
"Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail.
In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! "Yang Wanli this just suddenly enlighted. He nodded, gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea.
Not simple, not simple! "Later, Yang Wanli walked into the cabin and scribbled:" A fishing boat with two children parked on it. It's strange to play an umbrella when it doesn't rain. It's not to cover your head but to make wind. "
A well-known poem was born in this way and has been passed down to this day.
3. The ancient poem was rewritten as 360 words of "boating in peace". A crystal clear river is sparkling, the water plants sway slightly with the running water, and small fish and shrimps swim freely in the water. The golden sunshine shines softly on the water, and the waves of fish scales are particularly beautiful. On the river bank, the green grass is dense and the distant mountains are undulating, just like a charming landscape painting. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. There is a boat floating in the distance, and two laughing children are sitting on it. One of them is wearing a red Chinese corset, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older boy put away his penny and stopped rowing. Suddenly, a child held up an umbrella, but it didn't rain. It turned out that they used umbrellas as sails and let the wind carry the boat forward. The boat is moving slowly and two children are playing with each other. How clever they are.
4. Wang Dongting's ancient poems were rewritten into a 350-word composition. Original: Wang Dongting Yuxi Lake knows each other in autumn and moon, and there is no wind on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Dongting Lake in the moonlight is very soft and harmonious.
There is no ripple on the silver lake, and the calm lake reflects the autumn moon in the sky. In the blue sky, a bright moon is embedded in the sky, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled on the lake, and the lake light and moonlight blend together, which is beautiful. There is no wind or sound on the lake, just like a bronze mirror that has never been polished.
I climbed the pagoda and looked at the green trees and red flowers beside Dongting Lake. Looking at the beautiful scenery on Dongting Lake; Looking around, there are green Junshan in the lake, tall and straight century-old trees, famous places of interest at home and abroad, and ancient temples hidden in the mountains. This Dongting Lake is as bright as a silver plate, and this Green Army Mountain is like a small green snail.
Seeing these beautiful scenery, I can't help but admire: "It's really the harmony between the lake and the moon, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface." Look at the Dongting landscape, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "Or: On a starry night, I came to the best place to look at Dongting Lake-the watchtower.
On that day, the moon was as golden as a freshly ripe banana, and the stars were dancing in the dark blue sky like a group of little girls who could sing and dance. Look! The moon stinks. She combed her hair and dusted herself in front of the ocean mirror.
In fact, the mirror of the ocean is Dongting Lake. When there is no wind, she is a flawless mirror. When there is wind, many wrinkles appear on her face, as if she had aged a lot at once.
Looking from a distance, a Junshan stands in the middle of Dongting Lake, which reminds me of an idiom: Tingting stands tall. I'm not the only one who came to Dongting. When I met my old friend, I was intoxicated by this pleasant scenery.
Look! At the moment, he is drinking tea and chanting loudly: "What a green snail in a silver plate!" " "After I got his hint, I immediately echoed:" The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at the mountains and rivers in Dongting, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "He immediately raised his hand and praised:" Good poem, good poem! "This Dongting is a land of fish and rice. Who doesn't remember? On a clear autumn night, I came to Dongting Lake. I was immediately attracted by what I saw.
I saw the faint moonlight shining on the lake, which was particularly harmonious.
The water was calm, and the moonlight made the lake look like a big bronze mirror without any scratches. Looking at Dongting Lake, I was surprised to find a lush "Junshan" in the middle of the lake, which is very beautiful.
It's like a white plate with green snails on it. Seeing this reminds me of Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting" and I can't help chanting in a low voice: the lake is full of moonlight, and the mirror on the pool is not polished.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
5. The adaptation of ancient poetry into 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.
6. Rewrite ancient poetry: Rewrite "Recalling Jiangnan" with 320 words.
A breezy night. I looked into the distance in an alley in Luoyang city. In Luoyang city, you can't see the green orchid water like Jiangnan, and only in Jiangnan can you see such a river and such water. At this point, he raised his head and began to recall the past in Jiangnan.
In spring, whenever the sun rises. There are several bamboo raft boats crossing the river and sliding slowly. The river is calm, the water is green and the sky is blue, which can be said to be a connection between water and the sky.
The riverside can be said to be a paradise for flowers. The delicate peach blossom is actually open, and it is pink from a distance. Wild flowers are not to be outdone. Red, yellow, blue and white decorate grass into beautiful cloth. The weeping willows by the river have long green hair. Looking around, they are green, vibrant and picturesque.
Swallows in the south also came back, chirping and singing, as if to shout to people: "Spring is coming, spring is coming."
Jiangnan makes me linger. Can I forget Jiangnan?
7. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching to the sky.
On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy ran and moved slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye under the temptation of butterfly dance.
In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day, gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.
That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.
It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.
Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer. Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight. The flute went through the Woods, jumped over the Yuan Ye and drifted far away. ...
At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy is waiting for his little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. The shepherd boy, who had been herding cattle for a day, was already very tired at this time. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile, took off his hat and hemp fiber, looked up at the moon with his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, missed his kind mother, and fell into a sweet dream country with wonderful reverie. ...
Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)
Lv Yan: Dong Bin.
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, the flute is long and the night wind is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk, and don't take off your hemp fiber.
To annotate ...
① Yokono: Guangyuanye.
2 get: tease.
Hemp fiber: a brown or straw-colored coat used to shelter from wind and rain.
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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass on a moonlit night.
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The poem "1( 16) Pictures of Shepherd Boy's Works of Art" shows us a vivid picture of Shepherd Boy coming home at night. We saw the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner yearning for a happy life away from the noise: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing the weeds. I haven't seen the shepherd boy come back yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy coming from the wind. The flute sounded intermittently and fluttered with the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open field to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of children. There are scenes, feelings, characters and voices in the poem. This vivid scene appears in our field of vision from far and near.
The word "shop" shows the gentle comfort of the grass and grassland.
The word "Nong" expresses a kind of interest, conveying the melodious flute sound in the wind and the meaning of the shepherd boy playing the flute.
Six or seven miles and three or four sounds here do not refer to definite figures, but to highlight the silence of the vast countryside in Yuan Ye in the evening.
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Expressed the author's inner yearning for a safe and comfortable life.
8. Rewrite an ancient poem on the mountain into a composition of about 350 words. One day in late autumn, Du Mu drove a carriage up a mountain along a winding path paved with stones.
Along the way, four lively and lovely squirrels held a long jump competition together, several birds flew freely in the sky, and dogs barked from time to time in the distance. Come to the foot of the mountain, look up, the peaks rise and fall, towering into the sky. Halfway up the mountain, there are several families. Du Mu thought: This is really a fairyland on earth!
When he walked up the hill, he found that the plants were yellow and lifeless, and there was a little coolness. At this time, a mass of red things attracted him. He quickly got off the bus and found that it was a maple forest. Maple leaves are so warm and charming that they are more dazzling than spring flowers. At this time, the great poet Du Mu seemed to be in a red ocean.
Du Mu looked at this beautiful scenery and couldn't help chanting with excitement: "The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is steep, and there are people deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "
9. A composition about the adaptation of ancient poetry Li Bai's To Wang Lun is a well-known farewell poem.
The first two sentences are positive narratives, while the last two sentences are things rising, which turn intangible friendship into vivid images, ethereal and memorable, natural and true. "Chinese Curriculum Standard" points out that exercise teaching should "stimulate students' imagination and imagination, and encourage them to write imaginary things. "
This poem provides a foundation for students' free imagination. We might as well instruct students to rewrite this ancient poem into modern literature. Students should imagine the farewell scene between Li Bai and Wang Lun and taste the feelings between the lines of the poet according to the contents of ancient poems and their own life experience. The exercises written by students will be very interesting.
This extracurricular exercise design is suitable for primary school students in grades 5 and 6. Writing process: 1. Enter the realm of poetry and taste reading; 3. Appreciate the soundtrack animation of To Wang Lun, and the teacher tells the legend about this poem.
2. Imagine the experience of 1, "Li Bai will want to travel by boat" (3) Play the animation of "Drinking and Watching the Moon", and the teacher tells it affectionately: Seeing this, Li Bai is full of emotions and thoughts, and a scene of getting along with Wang Lun emerges: drinking-guiding students to imagine their own language, movements and demeanor. The teacher introduced the following situations in the camera for the students to imagine: in Li Bai's eyes, Wang Lun is a witty, studious and enterprising young man with similar interests, and they met late, so they can be said to have forgotten each other; In Wang Lun's eyes, although Li Bai's poems are famous all over the world, he is never arrogant. He is a charming and knowledgeable scholar and an amiable elder.
Appreciating the Moon-Li Bai loves the moon very much, and has written many wonderful poems about the moon, such as Silent Night Thinking, Gulangyue Ascending, Emei Mountain Moon Song and so on. Students can be guided to apply them to this situation. Wang Lun recited these poems to express his admiration.
Play, play chess, fish, recite poems, climb mountains ... 2. "Suddenly smell the songs on the shore" "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor." —— Wang Bo "Advise Jun to drink more, and there is no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west."
-Wang Wei "Oh, ask this river running eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? "-Li Bai" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead. Who doesn't know Jun in the world? " -Gao Shi's "Liu Yang Dongmen Tree, Qingqing Sandwiching the Royal River". I've been climbing hard recently. I think I've separated. "
-Wang Zhihuan 3, "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun" was long before I met her, but after we parted, we finally had a parting. Li Bai got on the boat, and the boat drifted away, his eyes blurred with tears. He couldn't help chanting a poem-teachers and students shouted "To Wang Lun" in unison. Third, stimulate expression, rewrite ancient poetry 1, classmates, today, we came to Taohuatan and experienced a deep farewell scene together. Can we still be indifferent? Then let's get a pen and write down this touching scene! 5. Students rewrite ancient poems, and teachers give individual guidance.
Fourth, show the works and exchange comments. 1. Who wants to read his composition to everyone? Teacher's camera comment. 2. After appreciating this classmate's composition, you can talk about what you appreciate most or are most moved, and you can also talk about your personal opinions or suggestions.
3. Teacher's summary: Students, today, we have crossed the boundaries of time and space, talked with the ancients and poets, and gained the nourishment of language, the edification of emotion and the cherish of friendship. Can you tell me how you feel in this class in one sentence? Design comments: I think it is a process of "word-meaning conversion" for students to rewrite ancient poems. Let's try to illustrate this exercise design as an example.
First, the transformation from "speech" to "meaning" as an ancient poem, how to transform "speech" into "meaning" in students' minds? In my opinion, teachers mainly guide students to penetrate the "two layers", that is, the surface layer and the inner layer of language. From the operational point of view, the first is "dialogue", which allows students to make use of their own life experience and knowledge reserves to have a "dialogue" with poets, enrich the "blank" of ancient poetry with imagination and association, and enrich the "meaning" contained in ancient poetry.
The second is "understanding". On the basis of dialogue with poets, guide students to "touch" and "taste" ancient poetry with their own senses. Due to students' deep involvement and emotional input, they entered the "connotation layer" from the "language surface" and thus entered the "artistic conception" of ancient poetry. On the basis of * * * knowledge, * * Ming, on the basis of * * * Ming is the heartbeat together.
Only in this way can ancient poetry be endowed with vivid spirituality, which is the "meaning" in students' minds. In the teaching design of this course, the teacher first leads students to "put on prose to fall in love", and through appreciation, taste and reading, students can "talk" with poets, so as to understand and understand poetry.
Then the teacher leads the students to "put themselves in the shoes and imagine the experience", and by creating the situation, the students can "recite poems and study with the ancients; Reading, reciting poems, and scheming with the ancients "(in Confucius' language), put yourself in the dialogue and communication with poets, and let students enter the situation of" making my heart into Tang's heart and making Tang's heart my heart "through imaginative experience, and reach the realm of Wang Guowei's" seeing things from me and everything is in my color ". Both students and poets have an emotional * * * sound, which leads to the psychological impulse to express their feelings.
Specifically, it is to let students and the author communicate and understand each other in the dialogue scene, stir up the life accumulation accumulated in students' hearts, touch their sensitive and affectionate heartstrings, and make them have the impulse to write, so as to let the torrent of language vent freely. Second, the transformation from "meaning" to "speech" So, how can students transform the "meaning" internalized in their hearts into "speech"? In my opinion, there will be two levels of process here: one is to transform the internalized "meaning" into the students' "oral language".
In oral expression, students can express themselves easily, because the teacher has created some situations, interesting topics, and can also use body language. The second is to transform "oral language" into "written language", that is, students should accurately and finely express the "meaning" formed in their hearts with tangible words.
In the teaching design of this course, the teacher took the students into the zone of "expressing their feelings directly, but they can't stop" and "quitting when they are moved". Ye Shengtao said: "The natural order of composition should be that I know things, I have feelings in my heart, and the waves of feelings are impacting me. When I have the desire to speak, I want to pour it out, so the article was born. "
At this point, the "meaning" in students' minds has reached the position of "be vividly portrayed" and reached the leaf.
10. Ask for an essay adapted from ancient poetry. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!