The handwritten newspaper can be divided into several sections, such as beautiful articles, appreciation of philosophy, good sentences and paragraphs about life, excerpts of famous quotes, etc. You can also draw some small illustrations of students reading and doing homework, and add some ancient times. Examples of people's eagerness to learn
You can excerpt some of Bing Xin's poems and Zhu Ziqing's prose
Bing Xin's "After the Rain"
The green treetops are shining with golden light,< /p>
The square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children in the water,
are as happy as gods.
The little brother stepped on the water hard,
and splashed the water as high as he could.
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, it's slippery!"
As he said this, he slipped!
He patted his wet and muddy pants,
said: "Oops--Oops!"
And on his red and happy face,< /p>
But it emits excitement and pride.
The little sister pouted her two short thick braids,
followed closely behind the mud pants,
biting her lip,
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Hold up the skirt,
run gently and carefully,
but in my heart I hope that I
will also fall so happily!
Paper Boat
Author: Bing Xin
I never abandon a piece of paper,
I always keep it - keep it
They were folded into small boats and
thrown from the boats into the sea.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it came into your dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes,
Thousands of rivers and mountains, please ask it to carry her love and sorrow back home
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Moonlight over the Lotus Pond
Author: Zhu Ziqing
My heart has been quite uneasy these days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air, and suddenly I thought of the lotus pond I walked past every day. It must look different in the light of the full moon. The moon was gradually rising, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Runer in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding small cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night. There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, which are lush and lush. On one side of the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don’t know. On a moonless night, the road was eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seemed to belong to me; I also seemed to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing alone under this vast moonlight, and he feels like a free person. Whatever you must do or say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone. Let me just enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight.
On the surface of the winding and twisting lotus pond, one could see fields of leaves. The leaves are high out of the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully, and some are holding their petals shyly; just like individual bright pearls, like stars in the blue sky, and like flowers just emerging from the bath. beauty. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance. At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue. Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful.
The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a thin layer of clouds in the sky, so it couldn't shine brightly; but I thought this was just the right thing - a sound sleep is essential, but a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes high up cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as steep as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Buddhist bell.
On all sides of the lotus pond, far and near, there are trees high and low, among which willows are the most numerous. These trees surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops are distant mountains, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement was theirs and I enjoyed nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the lotus picking thing.
Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early, and it was most popular during the Six Dynasties. We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotus were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus, and there are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty said it well in "Poem of Picking the Lotus":
Therefore, the fairy girl and the girl are willing to go boating; the hawk's head slowly returns, and the feather cup is passed on; the general moves and the algae hangs, and the boat is about to move. And Pingkai. Her waist is slender and her clothes are tied tightly, and her steps are delayed. At the beginning of summer and after spring, when the leaves are tender and the flowers are blooming, she smiles for fear that her clothes will be stained, and she pulls back her clothes for fear of capsizing the boat.
It can be seen that there was a lot of fun at that time. This is really interesting stuff, but it’s a pity that we are no longer lucky enough to enjoy it.
Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Song":
In autumn, the lotus flowers in Nantang are more than human heads; I lower my head to pick up the lotus seeds, which are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus flowers here will be considered "outstanding"; just a few shadows of running water will not do. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ——Thinking like this, I suddenly raised my head and found that I was already in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time.
Famous Quotes:
Poetry expresses ambition, and singing expresses it. ——"Shang Shu"
Learning is the way, literature is the reason. ——Han Yu
The article covers the great cause of the country and is an immortal event. ——Cao Pi
Everything will sing if it cannot be balanced. ——Han Yu
The poet is the person who sets his aspirations. —— Xiao Tong
Articles are written to suit the occasion, and songs and poems are written to suit the occasion. ——Bai Juyi
He has both talent and knowledge, and then his writing is erudite and profound, and he is in line with the current illness, not just empty words. ——Ouyang Xiu
If he can only express his little subjective feelings, he is not worthy of being called a poet; he is only a poet when he can control and express the world. Then, He will never fail. ——Goethe
The poet’s wish should be to give people benefit and pleasure. What he writes should give people pleasure and at the same time be helpful to life. ——Horace
The novel turns out to be a mirror in the journey of life. ——Saint Riel
The purpose of a novel should be moral education and fun. ——Trollope
A true poet can express the will and needs of the people. ————Keller
Poetry and life are one. ——Zhukovsky
Any valuable knowledge I have learned is from self-study. ——Darwin
Knowledge itself does not tell people how to use it. The method of use is outside the books. Bacon
Knowledge is as precious as human blood. If a person lacks blood, his body will be weak; if a person lacks knowledge, his mind will dry up. ——Gao Shiqi
When you are young, you are eager to learn, like the rising sun; when you are strong, you are eager to learn, like the light in the sun; when you are old, you are eager to learn, like the brightness of a candle.
——Liu Xiang