Teacher: The moon has set. Can poets still see it?
Health: (free response) I can't see it.
Teacher: (wiping off the falling moon) It was dark between heaven and earth, and the crow's shrill cry disappeared. (Wipe off the black body) Can you see the frost all over the sky?
Health: (free response) I can't see it.
Teacher: (Erasing Frost) Can you see the rustling Jiang Feng clearly in the darkness?
Health: (free response) I can't see clearly.
Teacher: (erasing "Jiang Feng") A little fishing is flickering, as if there is nothing. (Wipe off the "fishing fire") There is Hanshan Temple outside Gusu. Can you see it?
Health: (free response) I can't see it.
Teacher: (Erasing Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, Midnight and Boarding a Passenger Ship) Between heaven and earth, it is dark and hazy, and there seems to be nothing to be relative to. (Erase "Right")
(Form the following blackboard writing)
Sad sleep
ring
Teacher: Suddenly, listen-(bell and music ring slowly)
Teacher: 1! Let me know! It's another voice! (Draw three wavy lines under the clock) The sound beats the sad sleep, the sound accompanies the sad sleep, and the sound soothes the sad sleep. (Draw three wavy lines under "Sad Sleep")
(Finally form the following blackboard writing)
Sad sleep
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ring
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Teacher: This bell seems to say, Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji ... Children, spread your imaginary wings, and then "Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji", write the clock.
Student: (Imagine writing in music)
Teacher: OK! Please stop the pen in your hand. Let's feel the midnight bell of Hanshan Temple like Zhang Ji. This melodious bell seems to say to lonely Zhang Ji
Health 1: (Read aloud) Zhang Ji, if you can't sleep, if you are lonely, let me accompany you. (Applause)
Teacher: What a bell that knows how hot and cold it is! (Laughter)
Health 2: (read aloud) Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji, people have joys and sorrows all their lives, and everything can't be satisfactory. When you are worried and sad, learn to adjust your mentality. (Applause and laughter)
Teacher: Be content and calm. What an understanding bell!
Health 3: (reading aloud) Zhang Ji, your relatives are waiting for you to go home, so hurry back, hurry back! (Laughter)
Teacher: Home is your eternal harbor, and home is your eternal warmth! This bell has comfort, and this bell has persuasion. When the midnight bell of Hanshan Temple disappeared, Zhang Ji's sadness and sleepiness gradually disappeared. (Erase "Bell" and "Sad Sleep")
Fourth, turn: listen to the moon setting clock.
Teacher: Actually, children, "worrying about sleep" is an emotion that everyone has. This kind of mood will accompany people's life and the whole history of mankind. Therefore, there are countless poems about worrying about sleep at all times and in all countries. In China's classical poems, there are many people who write about worrying about sleep, especially about homesickness. Listen, everybody-
(displayed on the big screen)
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
-Tang Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
-Tang Du Fu's "My Brother on a Moonlit Night"
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
-Don Zhang Jiuling's Full Moon Philip Burkart
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Song Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
-Song Sushi, "When is the bright moon?
Teacher: Because of sleep, the great poet Li Bai once wrote-
Student: (Read Li Bai's poems together)
Teacher: Because of sleep, the great poet Du Fu once wrote-
Student: (Read Du Fu's poems together)
Teacher: Because of sleep, the poet Zhang Jiuling once wrote-
Student: (Read Zhang Jiuling's poems together)
Teacher: It's also because of anxiety. Wang Anshi once wrote-
Health: (read Wang Anshi's poems together)
Teacher: Still because of anxiety. Su Shi and Su Dongpo once wrote-
Student: (Read Su Shi's poems together)
Teacher: You must have noticed that all melancholy sleep is connected with a kind of scenery, and this kind of scenery is-
Health 1: bright moon.
Health 2: the bright moon.
Health 3: the bright moon.
Health 4: the bright moon.
Health 5: the bright moon.
Health 6: the bright moon.
Teacher: As the saying goes, the bright moon shines thousands of miles, and you can sleep all night to see the bright moon. Therefore, the poet's homesickness and affection for others are pinned on the bright moon. Then, on the night when there is no bright moon and the moon sets, to whom did the poet Zhang Ji entrust this deep homesickness?
(displayed on the big screen)
Night berth near Fengqiao
Tang zhangji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Teacher: Let's read a night-mooring near maple bridge by Zhang Ji again.
Student: (Read a night-mooring near maple bridge together)
Teacher: What woke Zhang Ji from his melancholy sleep was-
Health: (Qi Answer) Bell.
Teacher: What soothes Zhang Ji's mood is-
Health: (Qi Answer) Bell.
Teacher: What warms Zhang Ji's heart is still-
Health: (Qi Answer) Bell.
Teacher: children, before Zhang Ji, no one wrote clocks like this; After Zhang Ji, although many people wrote The Bell, no one was as gripping and touching as Zhang Ji. This is the secret that the poem a night-mooring near maple bridge can be passed down through the ages. Let's walk into this eternal swan song "a night-mooring near maple bridge" again—
Student: (Read a night-mooring near maple bridge together)
Five, together: the bell is full of love.
Teacher: Then, after Zhang Ji and a night-mooring near maple bridge, in the hearts of China poets, besides "the moon is thousands of miles away to send acacia", there is another beautiful scenery to mourn, and that is the bell! This bell travels through time and space, through history, and reverberates in the works of generations of poets.
(displayed on the big screen)
Less than seven years later,
The guest pillow is still midnight
-Song Luyou's Sufeng Bridge
Teacher: Listen, more than 400 years have passed, and the midnight bell echoes in Lu You's pen-
Student: (reading poems together)
Teacher: (presented on the big screen)
After recalling Zhang Ji several times,
The moon sets and the bell rings.
-"Feng Bo Bridge" by Gao Ming Qi
Teacher: Listen, more than 800 years have passed, and this bell echoes in Gao Qi's pen-
Student: (reading poems together)
Teacher: (presented on the big screen)
Ten years old testament Jiangnan dream,
Listen to the cold midnight alone.
-Wang Qingshizhen's "Night Rain on Hanshan Temple"
Teacher: Listen, more than a thousand years have passed, and this ethereal bell echoes in Wang Shizhen's pen-
Student: (reading poems together)
Teacher: (presented on the big screen)
A lingering bell
Still beating my sleepless nights.
A dusty day
It will never be a cloud.
-Chen Xiaoqi's "The Sound of the Waves Still"
Teacher: Listen, 1200 years have passed, and this warm bell echoes in Chen Xiaoqi's pen-
Student: (reading poems together)
Teacher: Children, this is a classic! (Blackboard: Classic) This is culture! (blackboard writing: culture)
Today, when you read Night Sleeping Near Fengqiao, you have a feeling, a feeling, and even an inner feeling. So, I think, if you have a chance to go to Suzhou in the future, you will definitely see a bridge. Which bridge?
Health: Qiao Feng.
Teacher: When you come to Qiao Feng, you will definitely think of someone. Who is it?
Health: Zhang Ji.
Teacher: When you think of Zhang Ji, you can't help reciting a poem deeply, that is-
Health: (Qi Answer) An overnight berth near Fengqiao.
Teacher: Come on, let's walk and sing together-
Student: (Reciting a night-mooring near maple bridge collectively)
Teacher: From then on, you are no stranger to Zhang Ji, although you and Zhang Ji are separated by thousands of years; From then on, you are no stranger to the midnight bells of a night-mooring near maple bridge and Hanshan Temple, even though you are separated from Qiao Feng by Wan Li. Son, this is the classic charm! This is the power of culture! (warm applause)
The last piece of blackboard writing:
Classic! Culture!