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 transform words into images and abstract into shapes.
2. How to develop the ancient poem Guan Yu into an 800-word composition "Guan Guan, Guan Guan? . . "
The familiar sound of waterfowl rings in my ears again. The rippling lake is more charming under the wind.
Just like her. .
Beautiful face, graceful figure, stroking the water with the current, delicate hands in the evening. She is just the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtaking in beauty.
Ironically, the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely refused. I have always been confident, suddenly lost my direction, lost and confused, dissolved in wine and burned in my heart. For several nights, I couldn't sleep, and I only thought about her. But for the next few days, I was still afraid to say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but I saw her again before I left. I still walked past the leek like a fairy, and I was still delicate. And I am not qualified to accompany her, but I want to leave this heartbreaking place alone. . Thought of here, a sadness welled up in my heart, untied the lyre tied behind me and sang a solo song "Beauty Pity". I want to vent my depression, but it's hard to restrain my admiration. At the end of the song, I sighed again I thought: it's time to go.
"That song is Beauty Pity?"
I looked up in surprise. It turned out that she didn't know when she had parked the boat beside me. I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
She looked at me with a smile. "Can you play another song, son?"
"Ask the girl for advice."
After more than ten days, every day at sunset, I would always sit by the lake and play for her as she walked past the leek, and she began to sing along with the melody. Waterbirds croak, water shepherd's purse shakes with the wind, and songs and songs echo on the lake. . I suddenly found this place more beautiful and hopeful than before.
But now, without her, the sunset looks so bleak.
Waterbirds are still flying low there, shepherd's purse is still swaying in the wind, and the lyre on my knee has not been played for a long time. I wonder if the melody it plays is still beautiful.
A gust of wind blew, and the love songs of the past sounded again, for her who had been circulated in leeks and for Iraqis far away. . ..
A Journey to the South of the Yangtze River —— Rewriting Guan Ju
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.
Mix shepherd's purse and salvage it from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman wakes up to pursue her.
If you can't pursue it, the black nightclub misses her during the day. Miss Long, I can't sleep over and over again.
Mix shepherd's purse and choose from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman came to her with a couple and a couple.
Pull shepherd's purse from left to right. A beautiful and virtuous woman rings the bell to please her.
-"The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanju"
This pair of waterfowl swam to a mirage.
Is it still in your hazy pupil?
Oh, as long as your ears
Still haunting their heartfelt cries
My heart can hear your heartbeat.
Last April, I put today's dream
Plant it in your heart.
Blue waves of different lengths.
Passing my little sailboat.
But the harp in my arms
With my slender fingers
Hit left and right.
A shabby shepherd's purse is in the distance.
Surprised at this happy man.
My love is in your heart at this moment.
If the following happens, will there be splash?
You want to keep this painting forever.
Please take your thoughts with you.
But I clearly see that
You stand in the shade on the other side of me.
Branches of peach trees
It is in your hair with pink flowers.
Dear you
What are you waiting for?
Looking forward to a rain in Mao Mao.
Keep out the bright stars in your eyes
My love, if you are still by the boat.
Visible splash? If you are still at the water's edge
Visible green shepherd's purse, how much growth?
Interlaced thoughts
My love, if you have fallen asleep.
You know, I am here.
I am here ...
Once upon a time, there was an old man selling charcoal. He lives by chopping wood and burning charcoal in Zhong Nanshan.
He aged prematurely because of chopping wood and burning charcoal day after day and year after year. His hair is white, his fingers are black, and his head is covered with black and gray soot. For several days, the burnt carbon was not sold. The stove is cold, the heatable adobe sleeping platform is cold, and my stomach is growling. The old man hobbled to the stove, uncovered the lid and looked at the pot with glassy eyes. There is nothing in it. The old man curled up in the corner with only a thin coat covered with patches, shivering with cold, but still reluctant to burn some charcoal to keep warm. The old man looked up at the night sky and prayed to God that it would be colder! A little colder! So I can sell the charcoal as soon as possible and get a good price! Poor old man, there is really no winter clothes and no food for the night at home.
Early in the morning, the old man woke up and saw more than a foot of snow on the ground. He was very surprised and put his hands on his chest to thank God for his kindness. He quickly prepared the charcoal cart, rolled the frozen rut and embarked on the road of selling charcoal.
Because the snow on the road is too thick, it is difficult to travel. At noon, we arrived at the market. Cattle are tired and people are hungry, so we have to rest on the muddy roadside outside the market. Excessive cold, hunger and fatigue, the old man leaned against the cow's back to keep warm, and unconsciously fell asleep.
The old man dreamed that he sold charcoal quickly and got a good price. He quickly bought a winter cotton-padded coat and a packet of golden corn flour, humming folk songs and driving cattle, and walked briskly on his way home.
Just then, the old man vaguely heard the sound of hooves in the distance. He woke up suddenly and saw the eunuch standing in front of him with his minions, shouting, "Old man, get up!" " The eunuch held a document in his hand, claiming that he was ordered by the emperor to let the old man transport charcoal into the palace. The poor old man glared at the messenger in the palace, turned impatiently, shouted at the tired cow and dragged himself to the palace.
This car full of carbon, weighing more than 1000 kilograms, was snatched from the old man by the court envoy. The old man's heart ached like a knife, but he could do nothing but cry silently. The palace envoy hung the old half horse red yarn and a piece of silk on the cow's head, even if it was to buy charcoal money.
The imperial envoy drove the old man out of the palace gate, and a cart of charcoal he had worked so hard to burn was looted.
Step by step, the old man walked back to Zhong Nanshan, holding the cow and pulling the charcoal cart without charcoal residue, with tears in his eyes and dragging his heavy legs.
When Khan came home, he saw a businessman sitting on the stone in front of his door. He went over and asked, "What's the matter with you?" The businessman said, "Alas! Don't mention it. I was cheated out of all my property in business. What do you want me to do? " Khan said, "Why not look for the legendary bird? He is in the mountains in the north. Try your luck! " Hearing this, the businessman was overjoyed. He packed his bags and went on his way ... He walked for many days and ran out of food. He thought, "I can't catch that bird, so let's go!" " Hey! "When he was halfway through, a voice came from behind him:" Young man, why are you so impatient! "The merchant turned around and saw a colorful feather, so he asked," Are you the legendary bird? " The bird said, "I'm not that magical, but I have a talking mouth and a clever mind." The merchant pleaded, "Bird, my God! Please help me, the poor man! ""You don't need my help, "said the bird." You are so smart, why don't you want to start all over again, make money, start a new life and start working? "The businessman thought," Yes! He said to the bird, "You are really a clever bird. Thank you for letting me know that people should not only think more, but also investigate more, so that they will not regret it. " Then he left the ancient pine tree.
5. The Guest was rewritten in 800 words. How to write "Ke" was rewritten in the late spring and early summer when plums were yellow and every household was shrouded in drizzle. Frogs have a summer party in a grassy pond! They chatted in small groups. Some Lianjie drank enough rain and smiled, while others blushed shyly and were in bud ~ Like pearls, they were particularly gorgeous against the green lotus leaves! Lotus leaves are lush and boundless. They are like an umbrella under which tadpoles play ~
I don't feel lonely when I look at the lively scene outside the window, because my guests haven't come yet. I think: Lotus leaves are accompanied by lotus leaves; Frogs have tadpoles as companions; The spring rain is accompanied by a breeze, and I am the only one alone, alas!
It's past midnight, and I'm still waiting for my guests. It's so noisy outside that I'm afraid I can't listen.
Listen to the guest's knock on the door. However, I can only hear the frog croak. At this time, my mood is very lost and anxious.
The wick in the oil lamp burned out and fell like a shining flower. I think, since he hasn't come for so long, I might as well enjoy the beautiful scenery and play chess alone! So, there is a chess piece between my index finger and middle finger, and I am thinking carefully about where this chess piece should go. The left hand is touching the beard, hesitating and looking sad.
Gradually, my mood became better. It's like living a fairy life to have such beautiful scenery with me! I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and fell asleep unconsciously.
6. The charcoal seller expanded by 800 words, and it was dawn. It snowed heavily last night, and the ground was one foot deep.
The door panels of shops facing the street are closed, and occasionally cold wind blows, and snowflakes fall to the ground, making the door panels whir. ? At this time, a trembling cry came from the silent street: "Selling charcoal-selling charcoal-"An ox cart carrying a curled-up old man was slowly moving forward. The old man's face was covered with dust, the black smoke on his forehead and the charcoal carried on the car, which made it easy to see that he was a man who cut wood and burned charcoal for a living all day. Obviously, the thin clothes on the old man couldn't resist the cold wind, and he shivered again.
? At dawn, there are more pedestrians on the road, but few people can buy charcoal. Even if someone makes an inquiry, the price is extremely low. The old man was going to use the money he earned today to buy some rations and then add clothes for the winter. But in this way, there is no hope. The old man looked back at the charcoal soaked by himself with tired eyes and remembered the hardships of selling charcoal in his early years. He couldn't help feeling sad and his eyebrows screwed together. ? Yes, yes ... the horse crows from far to near.
The two riders stopped their horses in front of the old man, and the place they passed was in a mess, hiding from Tibet. The old man had already heard that the eunuch had bought a strong exchange from Yan Qiang and was about to drive away. "Wait, old man," the white man on horseback blocked his way. The old man did not dare to resist and asked tentatively, "What are your orders?" The man in white said, "I want to do business with you."
As he spoke, he took out half an old brocade from his bag and tied it on the cow's head. "Come, I'll give you a load of charcoal." "ah!" After hearing this, the old man was like a bolt from the blue and begged, "My Lord, you can't! /kloc-0.000 pound charcoal in this car is worth more than this satin! Don't you kill me like this? " Then he knelt down and hugged the leg of the man in white. The man in white kicked the old man away to unload the ox cart.
The eunuch on horseback shouted, "Be content with the past. I will act according to the divine will. How dare you resist? " As he spoke, two men rode horses and pulled a charcoal cart to the north. ? The old man sat down on the ground, and two lines of muddy tears flowed down the corner of his eyes.
7. Xijiang Moon spread out 800 words in the middle of the night, and a bright moon hung high in the air.
In the bright moonlight, two magpies are whispering. They fly one after another, the branches keep shaking, magpies are flying and singing, and the trees are in chaos. In a short time, it was already late at night.
The breeze caressed and blew the green leaves, and even the cicada who had just fallen asleep was awakened by the rhythmic sound of leaves. Naughty accompanied by the wind, cicadas came from time to time. In the dense forest, it seems to be playing a beautiful and a little noisy symphony.
When this beautiful melody of nature is playing, there are some attractive and refreshing rice flowers inadvertently. With this music, it has a unique flavor and people have to be intoxicated. Not far away, there is a rice field. It turns out that the fragrance of rice flowers emanates from there. The smell of rice flowers is about to mature, and there is sound. Oh, it was the frog's voice.
Farmers nearby are enjoying this poetic place. Being in such a poetic place, farmers can't help looking up at the sky. There are few stars in the distant horizon, and the moonlight is fading. Suddenly, there was a slight shower in front of the mountain, and the sound of rain was falling, not as strong as a thunderstorm in summer and not as cool as autumn rain.
It's raining harder and harder, but there is no shelter around here. It suddenly occurred to him that there was a thatched shop not far away. However, misty rain, how can we find it? After a while, he suddenly saw a stream he had walked on and a stone bridge built on it.
So he followed the familiar stone bridge and found the thatched shop.
8. Say goodbye to 800 words in one water and expand the north wind, which is cold and cold; The rustling sound mourns the world and shakes people's hearts. Once we leave here and never meet again, we will succeed in the end to repay the prince's expectation!
The prince, lieutenant, guests and scholars are all sitting in white. A piece of snow white contrasts with a piece of Xiao water in Cang Lan. On the freezing day in Leng Yue, the setting sun is like blood, Ma Si swallows, and the northern geese are empty.
Heroes also shed tears. The high-minded ceremony strikes the building, the assassin chimes, wakes up through the ages, and is sad for thousands of miles. I cried before the elegy was finished. The prince was dejected and despondent, and tears ran down his cheeks. He sat up and said, "Jing Ke, it's a long way to see you. You have to say goodbye. May you kill thieves and seize officials and temples, so as to solve the difficulties of my Yan state and revive the glory of my Yan people! " Answer: "Yes." The west wind blows hard, and the land where the wind blows is also the land of destruction. It's sad to look at Xianyang in the west. The prince sat quietly.
The tone sandhi in Gao Jian suddenly turned into a sad song, and the tears of the scholar gradually filled the pavilion. The assassin leaned against the song and made peace with it. "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever!" In winter in Yan Di, the water is cold and frozen, but what is colder is the sender's heart. Later generations, King Robin said in a poem: "This place is different from yan dan, and a strong man broke his wrist. In the past, people were gone, and today the water is still cold. "
After singing, you must say goodbye. Gao Jianli, a good friend, got up and said to Jing Ke, "I will always be your brother! I will say goodbye to you today, and never forget each other! I am here waiting for your triumphant return. " Serious expression, serious expression. Jing Ke burst into tears: "There is a confidant, a confidant and a good friend in life. What else can you ask for? "
He knelt in front of his wife and cried, "We trust you, and we are proud of you. My son's father is a generation of Yingjie, set a good example for him! " The voice is sad and bitter. Jing Ke was silent, full of tears, and whispered, "Take good care of it for me!" A wife should respond naturally.
At the beginning of the day, the sky is full and the clouds are half. The wind is moving, it's freezing, and the world is white. The skirt is even paler when reflected in the snow. Later generations Xin Qiji wrote: "The drizzling water is cold in the west wind, and the clothes are like snow. To be a strong man, the sad song is not complete! "
All the people and ministers bid farewell to Ke. Ke Wen's heavy burden on the survival of the country makes me awe. A person's life is exchanged for the existence of Yan state, which is the idea of valuing the state over the private. My deputies are all in tears of gratitude. The guest had an old friend and cried. White clothes move, crying sadly.
I walked out of the pavilion and made up my mind. When the wine was served, everyone said, "Last glass of wine, you must leave after drinking it." Drink up. The guests also raised their glasses and drank them at once, but they didn't know the taste or how many tears they contained. Looking at the west from a distance, I hid my dagger in my hand and sang sadly: "The wind blows and the water cools, and the strong man is gone forever!" Raise your hand and throw your fist at everyone. As soon as the enclave got on the horse, it rode away.
The horse hissed and the assassin walked away. Never look back at each other, never bow your head and shrink back. No matter how strong the north wind is, what can it do? Death to death, a real man! With a mission, you must succeed! The crowd wanted to follow, but the prince stopped him and said, "What a brave man! If I tell you this, you will have no worries! However, you can't follow. The more you chase, the sadder you are, and the more tears you have! " Say, end wine to drown my sorrows. "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel our worries!"
Everyone looked west and saw the car getting farther and farther away until it finally disappeared in the cold wind. Sorrow, worry and expectation are intertwined, and the pain of parting will never be forgotten. To be exact:
Easy water, snowy land, chilly north wind,
In the floating catkins, in the remaining whip,
All over the world, sadness fills the chest,
How can these guests be tolerated by everyone?
9. Ask for an article "Dingfengbo" with about 800 words. Thank you for closing the Wutai poetry case. Your political opponents painted you a narrow landscape in Huangzhou, sentenced you to "residential surveillance" and then snickered. See how your unruly soul is silent, see how your arrogant head hangs down.
The heartstrings of China poets are really like reeds in the wind, fragile and sensitive, not to mention you, a exiled poet!
Isn't it? One day in March, you and your friends were halfway to Sanlisha Lake on the outskirts of Huangzhou. An unexpected rain suddenly struck. There is no shelter, no hat, no thatched shop. All ears are filled with the sound of wind blowing mountains and rain beating bamboo leaves. In the face of sudden wind and rain, friends in the same trade are complaining, but you are still singing while walking, a pair of sandals and a bamboo pole trudging through the mud. Why can you be so calm? Because you have just experienced a political accident, and you still feel at ease along the way.
However, those days still haunt you like a nightmare. Spring has come, but warmth does not belong to you. The cold wind still awakens you from the drunkenness given to you by Dionysus, so your tactile nerve tells you two words-"slight cold".
How did the dramatic scene happen so fast? The wind and rain quietly disappeared, and a sunset smiled at you on the hill on my way. Looking back on the stormy road just trudged, you seem to have an epiphany: politics will never have a day without experiencing storms, and politics is like a gambling table. There is only one choice to get rid of impermanent emotions, and that is to leave. In that case, why not sing Tao Yuanming's "Coming Back" and pin your life on the mountain?