1. Perceive the content of prose poetry and understand the meaning of courage.
2. Interested in the appreciation of prose poetry, combined with life experience, try to imitate prose poetry. Activity preparation:
Multimedia courseware, background music.
Activity flow:
First, the topic of courage.
Second, appreciate and understand prose poetry, and be familiar with prose poetry sentence patterns.
1. Show the courseware and enjoy the prose poems.
In fact, in our life, there are many small things that need courage. There is a prose poem that says so. Listen carefully.
2. Q: Did you hear what courage is in prose poems? How was your first ride? Some things look simple and need courage to do. If you go to a new place and meet strangers, do you have the courage to make friends with them?
3. Re-appreciate prose poetry with courseware.
Listen carefully. Besides what I just said, what else did the prose poem say?
4. Guide children to recite sentence by sentence first, and then recite prose poems completely.
Do you want to read prose poems, too In order to read more smoothly, children can look at pictures.
Third, talk about life experiences and try to imitate prose poems.
1. Let's talk and recall relevant experiences.
Besides Lin Hao, who do you think is a courageous person? What did they do?
What about courage?
2. Try to imitate prose poetry.
Can you try to talk about these brave people and things with the phrase "courage is ..." in prose poems?
Fourth, conduct a "courage" survey.
1. Please raise your hand if you sleep alone in a room at home. Please raise your hand if you sleep alone in the bed. Raise your hand if you sleep with adults.
2. Did you do something wrong? Children who dare to admit it, please come forward.
Who can boldly interview a teacher and ask her to talk about what courage is?
From today on, no matter what we face, we must be brave children, ok? Let's take a brave posture and encourage ourselves.
Attachment: Prose Poetry: Courage
There are many kinds of courage, some great and some ordinary. Courage is the first time you ride a bike. Courage is that you have two pieces of candy, but you can save one for the next day. Courage is being able to swallow vegetables you don't like. Courage is not turning on the light when you sleep. Courage is when you just move to a new place and meet a stranger. You can generously say, "Let's be friends." Courage is making up after quarreling with others. Courage is to know the big secret, but promise not to tell anyone. Courage is liking and praising flowers, but never picking them. Courage is knowing that there are mountains and you must conquer them. Courage is grass that breaks through the ground under ice and snow. Courage is sticking to your dreams.
Courage is one of my favorite movies since I was a child. Growing up, one of my favorite movies was The Wizard of Oz. Have you seen it?
Have you seen this movie?
In Ross's adventure, she became friends with a man who wanted a heart.
In Dorothy's adventure story, there is a tin man who wants a heart with her.
Crows who want brains,
Scarecrow who wants a brain,
Lion, he needs courage. He believes in himself. The lion who wants courage and her loyal dog Toto.
At certain times,
At some point in my life, I can come into contact with every character in the book, Ithinkweallcan,
I think we can all,
In fact, this may be one of the reasons why plant movies are popular.
In fact, this may be one of the reasons why these films are so successful.
Sometimes there are accidents.
Sometimes we lack something.
Suffer frequent disasters.
Usually it's courage.
Because we deal with people every day, and we are often more open than the people we like.
Because we deal with people every day, we are often forced to be more open than we think.
Well, we have our team and performance,
Well, you must get up the courage to show it in front of others.
Itcouldbeajobinterview。 Itcouldbeapresentation, maybe a job interview. This may be a speech,
Oricouldbestandinginfrontofgroupsimple introduces himself.
Or, it may be standing in front of a group of people and introducing yourself briefly. I think some people are born brave.
I think some people are born with extraordinary courage.
They are good at public speaking,
They are very good at talking,
They are not selfish,
They don't look too nervous,
Others ... well, just the idea of talking ... tobreakoutinasweat ... what is this?
Some people … well, just want to talk in front of others … which will make them feel nervous, start sweating and stutter. Why?
Courage Prose Part III: Prose about dreams. I once laughed and cried for it. I fought for it and lost for it. The word dream is always out of reach. For many people, dreams can only be dreams, which once came to mind but dissipated like bubbles.
I have never counted how long my dream has survived, and it suddenly occurred to me that it has been seven years. I don't know how many seven years my life has, but just yesterday, I wrote the first paragraph of my first novel. Today, I can't find the half-finished manuscript.
My first story is actually ridiculous. Every word I write is full of my passion, with the fantasy that can surprise my talent, and I devote myself to every word. The result is just self-loathing at that time, but this does not hinder everything I get from it. The combination and splicing of these words gives me the desire to win or lose and gives me a fresh sense of life. In a rather gloomy period of my life, it seemed to radiate warm light, and the rich colors made me vivid.
It originated from the boring and extremely depressed high school life, and was born in the extremely dark mood of the day, which not only saved time, but also prolonged the present.
So, I fell in love with it blindly. It's like falling in love with Zhang Ailing. I am willing to fall into the dust for it, but I haven't blossomed out of the dust for a long time ... I resigned myself to thinking about how much courage it takes to stick to a dream that I don't have a unique talent. Unconsciously, in the past seven years, I have always indulged myself and told myself that I am at least persisting.
But although I persisted in this belief, I gave up early in the action. Those occasional impulses will always give up after a small setback, holding the pen, only enough time to leave a few erratic ink, and then helplessly put it down. If you complain that you didn't get that 1% inspiration, you have an excuse not to work hard. After all, you are just afraid of being empty in the end, so you always comfort yourself that there is still time in the future. Who knows that many years have passed in a blink of an eye and the most powerful opportunity has been missed. But even though I am often frightened by this self-deception anxiety, I still feel that I have a serious procrastination. I successfully left myself many years ago and was pulled away by time.
Maybe we should all ask ourselves, for the so-called dreams, or not to talk about dreams, for what we once thought to be realized, wanted to be, and wanted to create, we think that we are just building armor for our own weaknesses. ...
For a long time, writing became a hidden disease for me. Once moved, it was a dull pain in my heart, for writing again in the foreseeable future, for the agitation of my own failure, and for the courage to go far step by step but dare not admit it. Yes, I'm afraid. The longer I delay, the more uneasy and scared I am. It's not a pity to cheat yourself for one year, and it's not a pity to cheat yourself for two years. What about seven years? How can a tortuous lie hide my endless heart?
Is it painful?
We are always used to indulging ourselves, hypnotizing ourselves and trying to immerse ourselves in comfortable illusions. Over time, even we ourselves felt that this would not work. It seems that as long as we have faith, we can't give up, but in illusion, are we really happy? The brain can be confused, but the heart can't be bought. It knows how ridiculous your so-called persistence is, how fragile your belief is, how you run counter to your own sincerity because of cowardice, and how clearly you are unwilling and angry. That's why it will laugh at your duplicity, your desertion, your efforts, and the voice in your head. It says-you haven't worked hard at all! Those struggles are all your own imagination!
Then, can I still stand still, let myself live in a daze, and watch the dream that once brought me fresh and vivid go up in smoke?
No, I can’t .
Missed seven years, there is no turning back. I suddenly realized that it may be early or late, and I don't know how big the future will be. What I should do is to hold that firm but scattered courage in my hand. What I should do is to bury my deep-rooted but insignificant beliefs, not to deceive myself, not to pretend to persist, to become a giant, to step on my dreams with my strength.