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2. Please write a 400-year-old China opera that describes Peking Opera or Cantonese Opera, following the Tibetan opera in Book 6 of Primary School Chinese. It has a long history and distinctive national style, and is a popular literary form. Many parts of the country have their own operas, which are full of flowers and colorful. Beijing opera originated in Beijing, the capital of our motherland. Now, let's walk into the treasure of national culture-"national quintessence" Peking Opera has a history of more than 200 years. It is a treasure in China's traditional opera art, and it has gradually evolved on the basis of Hui Opera and Han Opera, absorbing the advantages and specialties of some operas such as Kunqu Opera and Shaanxi Opera. Peking Opera music belongs to the banqiang opera, and its main vocals are Huang Er and Xipi. Therefore, Peking Opera is also called "skin yellow". The commonly used vocals in Beijing Opera are Nanbangzi, Siping Tune, Gaobazi and Chuiqiang. Beijing opera is good at expressing political and military struggles with historical themes, and most of the stories are taken from historical romances and novels. There are not only the whole drama, but also a large number of drama scripts, in addition to some joint dramas. The role of Peking Opera in the early days was strictly divided into life, Dan, Jing and Qing. The music accompaniment of Beijing opera is stable, which gives people a seamless sense of stability under the accompaniment of Jinghu. The performance style of Peking Opera is serene, neither too high-profile and passionate, nor deliberately bad-mouthed, and never emphasizes violence and blood. Beijing opera is developing, innovating and advancing with the times, but it is not satisfied with the status quo. Only by bringing forth the old and bringing forth the new, and constantly bringing forth the new, can Beijing Opera carry forward its peaceful, steady and serene characteristics and sit on the throne of "national quintessence" on the drama stage! Peking Opera is the essence of our nation's excellent culture. Unfortunately, many teenagers know little about it now. Many people like to listen to pop music, rock music and watch "Super Girl" ... They don't like go to the opera, and they don't like to watch Peking Opera, the quintessence of our country. Many people think that Beijing opera is boring and old-fashioned, and it is not as interesting and popular as the current music. So I hope you can watch more Peking Opera and get to know the "quintessence" of our Chinese nation.
Class 6, Grade 6, I lay down without taking off my body. I am holding a flute. You listen to the cheerful music blowing again, herding cattle up the hill. After dinner, I ran happily on the grass and came to the haystack with cheerful steps. Listen! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere. Yes, how beautiful! He was really tired, so he lay on the grass and listened to the insects singing beautiful songs in the grass! Playing the flute again! Looking at a piece of green grass, he picked up his flute. He sits on the back of a cow and plays! Oh, oh ... it turns out that the shepherd boy fell asleep with his eyes closed, like lying on the ground, watching the white clouds and birds in the sky, teasing them with cheerful tones, singing slowly in his ear until he was tired of playing and humming a tune. The sun smiled in the morning, and the sun has set, looking up at the bright night sky freely! Why did you stop? The bright moon climbed up carefree. Let him have a good sleep while listening to insects. There was a smile on his lips, and pictures came to mind.
4. Imitate Lesson 67 of Grade Five and write a short passage recalling the past.
Childhood is like a string of colorful bubbles, full of innocence and childlike interest; Childhood is like a colorful rainbow, weaving countless innocence and happiness; Childhood is a beautiful song with lively and interesting notes. Looking back now, I feel nostalgic and ridiculous.
When I was in grade one, I learned a lot about animals. I know a thing or two about flying in the sky or climbing on the ground, but the only thing that puzzles me most is the domestic chicken. Like other birds, it has a pair of wings, but I don't think it can fly over the low wall in the yard. Therefore, I have always dreamed that one day it can fly high. My parents went to work overtime on Sunday, which was "a sparrow fell into the rice jar-lucky" to me. From the henhouse in the yard, I pulled out the ever-victorious rooster, accepted this plan A, and the plan began. I led the rooster with the most plumage to an uninhabited dead end, and then led out its old enemy, the dog. Sure enough, the dog chained in the yard all day has changed a lot. Suddenly, he broke free from the chain in my hand, jumped forward and stared at the rooster, as if thinking about how to enjoy the "Chinese food" in front of him. Chickens are jumping around in a dead end as if they had met a ghost. Where can a dog put it? It just took the tiger down the mountain and jumped on a chicken. In desperation, my long-awaited miracle finally appeared-the chicken flapped its wings and flew. Just when I thought the chicken would fly in the sky like a swallow, who knows, it stopped on the wall as before.
It seems that my plan A is "cactus blossoms-yellow". I am so angry that I can't wait to invent a bottle of medicine that can make the chicken fly at once, let it drink, and let my wish come true as soon as possible. Just when I racked my brains to come up with the second plan, the chicken, like a victorious general, held its head high and began to walk casually on the wall. This really made me "add fuel to the fire" and thought, "Hum, you ungrateful cock, how dare you oppose me, with the intention of" lighting a lamp to pick shit-looking for shit (death) ". I thought hard and finally came up with a perfect plan B. I immediately grabbed a handful of millet from the kitchen and put it on the ground not far from the chicken. Then I hid behind a big banyan tree to see what the chicken would do. Haha, as I expected, the chicken really couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, jumped down from the low wall and ran to taste the delicious food delivered to the door. You little thing, always so greedy, what do you think? You've been cheated this time! I sneaked up from behind the chicken, grabbed it, threw it hard and let it spread its wings in the air. " Long live Plan B! ""Long live Plan B! "Just when I was intoxicated with joy, that guy suddenly came to a'180 degree somersault'. Like a skydiver, he spread his wings and only heard a whoosh, and the chicken landed safely again. Seeing that it was so ungrateful, I jumped up angrily again. ...
Unconsciously, my parents came back. Seeing that I was out of breath, they asked me what was wrong. I told them the whole story hesitantly, but what I didn't know was laughter. My father stroked my head and said, "Silly boy, how can a chicken fly when its wings have degenerated?"
Suddenly, there was a clear sound and laughter from my home, which spread to every corner of my childhood and I will never forget it.
5. Imitate the sixth and seventh lessons of grade five and write a composition recalling the past. Childhood is like a string of colorful bubbles, full of innocence and childlike interest; Childhood is like a colorful rainbow, weaving countless innocence and happiness; Childhood is a beautiful song with lively and interesting notes. Looking back now, I feel nostalgic and ridiculous.
When I was in grade one, I learned a lot about animals. I know a thing or two about flying in the sky or climbing on the ground, but the only thing that puzzles me most is the domestic chicken. Like other birds, it has a pair of wings, but I don't think it can fly over the low wall in the yard. Therefore, I have always dreamed that one day it can fly high. My parents went to work overtime on Sunday, which was "a sparrow fell into the rice jar-lucky" to me. From the henhouse in the yard, I pulled out the ever-victorious rooster, accepted this plan A, and the plan began. I led the rooster with the most plumage to an uninhabited dead end, and then led out its old enemy, the dog. Sure enough, the dog chained in the yard all day has changed a lot. Suddenly, he broke free from the chain in my hand, jumped forward and stared at the rooster, as if thinking about how to enjoy the "Chinese food" in front of him. Chickens are jumping around in a dead end as if they had met a ghost. Where can a dog put it? It just took the tiger down the mountain and jumped on a chicken. In desperation, my long-awaited miracle finally appeared-the chicken flapped its wings and flew. Just when I thought the chicken would fly in the sky like a swallow, who knows, it stopped on the wall as before.
It seems that my plan A is "cactus blossoms-yellow". I am so angry that I can't wait to invent a bottle of medicine that can make the chicken fly at once, let it drink, and let my wish come true as soon as possible. Just when I racked my brains to come up with the second plan, the chicken, like a victorious general, held its head high and began to walk casually on the wall. This really made me "add fuel to the fire" and thought, "Hum, you ungrateful cock, how dare you oppose me, with the intention of" lighting a lamp to pick shit-looking for shit (death) ". I thought hard and finally came up with a perfect plan B. I immediately grabbed a handful of millet from the kitchen and put it on the ground not far from the chicken. Then I hid behind a big banyan tree to see what the chicken would do. Haha, as I expected, the chicken really couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, jumped down from the low wall and ran to taste the delicious food delivered to the door. You little thing, always so greedy, what do you think? You've been cheated this time! I sneaked up from behind the chicken, grabbed it, threw it hard and let it spread its wings in the air. " Long live Plan B! ""Long live Plan B! "Just when I was intoxicated with joy, that guy suddenly came to a'180 degree somersault'. Like a skydiver, he spread his wings and only heard a whoosh, and the chicken landed safely again. Seeing that it was so ungrateful, I jumped up angrily again. ...
Unconsciously, my parents came back. Seeing that I was out of breath, they asked me what was wrong. I told them the whole story hesitantly, but what I didn't know was laughter. My father stroked my head and said, "Silly boy, how can a chicken fly when its wings have degenerated?"
Suddenly, there was a clear sound and laughter from my home, which spread to every corner of my childhood and I will never forget it.
6. After class, practice writing a few words at the beginning of "Remember" in the second quarter of the seventh lesson of sixth grade Chinese. Remember who said you love me forever first. The first sentence is that our wounds have passed for too long. No one remembers the tenderness when I held hands with you. We all forgot that one day we agreed to go to the last road together. Our hearts are clear, and one day we will stop and let time tell the truth. Although I am afraid, we don't know who will regret it first. It's getting dark. Who remembers the last sentence? We have been injured for too long. No one remembers those gentle words that we will go to the end together, but we can't go back. Anyway, we can't save you. We are all tired and our hearts are confused. Why, honey, maybe you don't understand why two people who love each other have to wait for each other to tell the reason for their separation first. Who still remembers that when the love situation began to change, I saw different skies with your eyes and finally came to a fork in the road. There must be two opposite dreams, you and me. Who can remember who said you love me forever first? The first sentence is that our wounds have passed for too long. No one can remember the gentleness with which I held hands with you and said that I would go to the end with you.
7. Imitate "Tibetan Opera", the seventh lesson of sixth grade Chinese in primary school. It has been more than 200 years to write an article about a kind of opera you know-Peking Opera, which is a treasure in China opera art.
On the basis of Anhui Opera and Han Opera, it gradually evolved by absorbing the advantages and specialties of some operas such as Kunqu Opera and Shaanxi Opera. Peking Opera music belongs to the banqiang style, and the lead singers are Huang Er and Xipi, so Peking Opera is also called "Pihuang".
Other commonly used vocals in Beijing Opera are Nanbangzi, Siping Tone, Gaobazi and Chui. Beijing opera is good at expressing political and military struggles with historical themes, and most of the stories are taken from historical romances and novel scripts.
There are not only the whole drama, but also a large number of passbook dramas, in addition to some series. The roles in Beijing opera are strictly divided into seven lines: life, Dan, clean, ugly, martial arts and walk-on, and then into four lines: life, Dan, clean and ugly.
The plot of Peking Opera is peaceful and beautiful in the process of calm and clear narration. There is no need for a tense and intense plot to attract the audience. The music accompaniment of Beijing opera is stable, which gives people a seamless sense of stability under the accompaniment of Jinghu. The performance style of Peking Opera is serene, neither too high-profile and passionate, nor deliberately bad-mouthed, and never emphasizes violence and blood. Beijing opera is developing, innovating and advancing with the times, but it is not satisfied with the status quo. Only by bringing forth the old and bringing forth the new, and constantly bringing forth the new, can Beijing Opera carry forward its peaceful, steady and serene characteristics and sit on the throne of "national quintessence" on the drama stage! During 1960, Premier Zhou watched the Peking Opera Farewell My Concubine at the rehearsal of the General Political Department of Xinjiekou, Beijing.
At the beginning of the play, Liu Bang sent his troops to attack Xiang Yu. His ministers remonstrated in succession, but Xiang Yu didn't listen.
The Prime Minister said, "Speak alone." When Xiang Yu returned to the palace, Yu Ji advised him again, but Xiang Yu still wouldn't listen.
The Prime Minister said, "The head of the family." When Xiang Yu was alone in ambush, the Prime Minister said, "Nothing can be done."
Yu Ji prepared wine to comfort Xiang Yu, and the Prime Minister said, "An elegy." Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Han soldiers will come and draw their swords and kill themselves. At the end of the whole play, the Prime Minister said, "A complete failure."
The Prime Minister summed up the whole process of Xiang Yu's failure in only 20 words, which was wonderful. Peking Opera is the quintessence of China and the essence of our nation's excellent culture. Unfortunately, many teenagers know little about it now.
Many people like listening to pop music, rock music and watching "Super Girl" ... They don't like listening to movies, and they don't like watching Peking Opera, the quintessence of our country. Many people think that Beijing opera is boring and old-fashioned, and it is not as interesting and popular as the current music.
It's a pity that so many people don't like listening to dramas and abandon our "national quintessence"! So I hope you can watch more Peking Opera and get to know the "quintessence" of our Chinese nation.