Look! At first glance, the ground seems to be covered with a piece of green grass! When the wind blows gently, the sound of "rustling sand" spreads everywhere.
Listen! The shepherd boy is playing the flute again, and the cheerful tone teases the evening breeze and whispers slowly in his ear.
In the morning, when the sun was half exposed, the shepherd boy took a flute and went up the mountain to herd cattle. He sat on the cow's back, playing the flute and humming a tune. Running happily on the grass, unrestrained, without any troubles. Until I was tired of playing, I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds and birds in the sky, with a smile floating around my mouth.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listened to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and came up with pictures in his mind.
Probably a little, it can be expanded according to the foundation.
2. Choose an ancient poem or classical Chinese to rewrite it into today's text, and then rewrite it into a classical Chinese version according to Tang Menghao's work "There is a bosom on the Early Cold River": the original text-going to the wilderness in the south, because the leaves are falling now, and there is a north wind in the water cooling.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away. Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset. Classical Chinese rewriting: It is extremely striking that all the plants and trees are withered and withered to the ground, geese fly in the south, the north wind howls, and the autumn water on the river is getting cold.
As the cold autumn approaches, I feel more homesick. Chuluxing Mountain is my home, Zhalu Xiangshui Bay. Although my family is poor, she is very considerate to me.
However, I can't believe it. When I hear the night and think of the moon, I know I can't stop Qianshan. However, you can climb to the top of the mountain and overlook it.
From a distance, Chu has a vast sea of clouds and vast seas. Where is my home? No matter what the situation is, I feel homesick and cry. Tears of homesickness, lamenting how hard the journey is.
There is a river in front of us, and the river is full of worries. Looking at the lonely sail from a distance, it is far from the sky! How can this scene be worth seeing? If you ask passers-by where the ferry is, passers-by will point, but you will see dusk, the river is long and the sadness is heavier.
3. The adaptation of ancient poetry into a composition is probably the scene of ancient poetry. Let me give you an example.
Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, shall I ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
4. Ancient poetry rewrites modern literature-Qiu Si in Tianjin.
Extension: Now is the third day of entering the ancient road.
Looking back, the winding footprints have been buried by the wind and sand; Looking around, the long dust connected with the sky will break my tired heart.
At noon, the sun is like a brazier, viciously emitting blazing light to the ground. At that time, the earth was like a fire, and the boiling flame was burning to devour me. Now, she is smart, kind, gentle and even a little cute. Her light footsteps danced like dragonflies. Plumes of red light sprinkled on the hills not far away, like a warm hand stroking them gently, stroking their wounds burned by the midday sun.
Isn't this the sunset in my hometown that I miss day and night? The warm picture of the past comes back to my mind: our hut is located by the stream, in front of which is a small stone bridge. I listen to the murmuring water humming songs every day, and then feel the whisper between it and the stone bridge with my heart. The happiest moment is to watch the sunset with my brothers and sisters, watch her slide gently behind the mountain with joy, and the distant sky still shines with a faint afterglow. Finally, I watched her leave, leaving a string of golden blessings. ...
But the ruthless war shattered my happy life. In a year's time, I changed from my favorite little son to a homeless tramp. I can only choose to escape. Only this thin horse accompanied me.
From then on, the sunset in my eyes just hung on an ugly old tree with dead branches and vines, which made me sad.
Everything is like a dream! The horse neighing, I just came to my senses and found that the sunset has turned into a red but delicate jade plate. The part left on the ground, like a beautiful lip, plays a huge flute on the horizon, but plays a bleak westerly movement.
Alas, look at the horizon, look at the horizon!
5. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!
6. Choose an ancient poem or classical Chinese to rewrite it into this text, and then rewrite it into a classical Chinese version according to Tang Menghao's work "There is a bosom on the Early Cold River":
Original text-
The south is a wilderness, because leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Classical Chinese rewriting:
What is extremely striking is that all the plants and trees are withered and withered to the ground, and wild geese fly south in the air. At this time, the north wind roared and the autumn water on the river became colder. As the cold autumn approaches, I feel more homesick. Chuluxing Mountain is my home, Zhalu Xiangshui Bay. Although my family is poor, she is very considerate to me. However, I can't believe it. When I hear the night and think of the moon, I know I can't stop Qianshan. However, you can climb to the top of the mountain and overlook it. From a distance, Chu has a vast sea of clouds and vast seas. Where is my home? No matter what the situation is, I feel homesick and cry. Tears of homesickness, lamenting how hard the journey is. There is a river in front of us, and the river is full of worries. Looking at the lonely sail from a distance, it is far from the sky! How can this scene be worth seeing? If you ask passers-by where the ferry is, passers-by will point, but you will see dusk, the river is long and the sadness is heavier.
7. How to rewrite the ancient poetry into an 800-word narrative-"Ode to Mujiang" is getting worse and worse, and the afterglow of the sunset is scattered all over the earth.
The sun took off its dazzling coat and put on a bright red shawl. It is so soft and beautiful! The clear river is like a mirror, shining in the corner of the light. When the breeze blows, water waves appear on the river, and the reflection of sunlight vibrates, just like a girl dancing in the water.
The weeping willows by the river put their long hair into the water, like a beautiful princess, twisting her slender waist and putting a green skirt on the shore, compared with the sunshine in the water. Unfortunately, they didn't name the winner, but reflected the river half red and half green, like a huge palette.
Although the flowers on the riverside are not so graceful, they always exude charming fragrance. I stood on the rock and looked around. The mountains in the distance were looming in the fog, which was extremely mysterious. The brightly lit villages with snuff are like swarms of fireflies, and the hazy fog connects the river, the earth and the sky.
Ah! September 3rd, what a beautiful night! Birds are singing in front of the mountain, and the fruit in the field is fragrant; Dewdrops are like crystal pearls; The hidden moon is like a beautiful bow, even the fallen leaves are full of praise, and the wind is singing hymns. I love you this intoxicating Mujiang! Teacher: Ancient poems describing scenery should focus on describing scenery and grasp its characteristics.
When writing a scene, there should be true feelings between the lines and express true feelings. Emotion and scenery are inseparable, and it is an important means to create artistic conception to contain emotion in scenery, melt emotion in scenery and melt scenery in scenery.
A good practice should avoid the scenery without emotion, let emotion become scenery, and scenery become emotional notes. Only when the two fit perfectly can the article be subtle and meaningful. (2) Teacher: The students of landscape painting and ancient poetry all know its rewriting method, so how should narrative ancient poetry be rewritten? Now please look at the rewriting of To Wang Lun.
This is a narrative poem praising friendship. It is also a masterpiece in farewell poems.
Since ancient times, the atmosphere of parting is sad, and there are few laughter and laughter. However, the poet used a unique way to create a heroic atmosphere.
Express deep affection and farewell wishes among friends. Please look at the original text and the revised examples.
(A picture projection of a poem and an example of A Gift to Wang Lun) Farewell-Rewriting A Gift to Wang Lun Li Bai was one of the greatest poets in the Tang Dynasty. I had a rough life experience and experienced the process from prosperity to decline in the Tang Dynasty.
Li Taibai is called "Romantic Poet" because he is generous, easy to swim and good at wine. At that time, a man named Wang Lun worshipped Li Bai very much.
Let the son recite Li Bai's "A Word to Meng Haoran" from childhood. Knowing that Li Bai was going out to play on state affairs, he wrote a letter to Li Bai: How is your husband? There are ten miles of peach blossoms here; How about the wine, sir? There are ten thousand hotels here.
When Wang Lun and Li Bai received this letter, they were all in high spirits and thought: Playing and drinking are my favorite things. Why not take this opportunity to relax? So he set off the next day. When he arrived at Wang Lun's house, Li Bai couldn't wait to ask, "Brother, where is Shili Peach Blossom?" Wang Lun smiled and pulled Li Bai to see that there was only one peach tree. Wang Lun said, "We only have a peach tree here. Every time it blooms, it will smell the fragrance of Shili, so it is called Shili Peach Blossom".
Li Bai asked again, "What about the 10,000 hotels? Why don't we go for a few drinks! " But Wang Lun still took Li Bailing to a small restaurant called "Wanjia Hotel". Li Bai is very confused. Wang Lun told Li Bai that the owner of this hotel was surnamed Wan, so it was called "Wanjia Hotel".
Li Bai was not only not angry, but also applauded again and again. Wang Lun was also very happy, and invited Li Bai to be a guest at home. The Wangs warmly welcomed him.
Li Bai and Wang Lun talked at his parents and became close friends. Li Bai lived in Wang Lun's house for half a year, and time flies. On this day, Li Bai said to Wang Lun, "Brother Wang Lun, I have lived in your house for half a year, and I will leave tomorrow to continue my immortal life."
"Why? Is it because I don't treat my guests well that you don't want to stay any longer? " Wang Lun asked. Li Bai waved and explained, "No, your family regards me as a relative. How could I not like it? " ? I just want to travel around the world. "
Seeing that Li Bai could not be said, Wang Lun agreed to let him go. The next morning, Li Bai came to Taohuatan with endless nostalgia and regret.
Li Bai clenched his fists with his hands and said with tears, "Brother, your friendship with me will never be forgotten by Li!" Before the words were finished, singing accompanied by footsteps sounded on the shore. Li Bai took a look, ah! It was the villagers who saw him off. Li Bai waved to the crowd and said loudly, "Take care, folks. I believe Li will come to see you again! " One of the people in the crowd said, "Great poet, take care, too. Wish you all the best. See you later. "
At this time, a boat has docked on the shore, waiting for the great poet Li Bai to board. Li Bai stepped into the boat and said his last words to Wang Lun with deep affection: "Brother Wang Lun, although the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as the friendship between you and me. Let's lift the boat of friendship and sail to the other side of each other's hearts. "
Wang Lun finally couldn't control his emotions and said with tears on his face: "Take care!" .
8. Rewriting ancient poetry into a modern literary night, which is very deep, and the bright moonlight is reflected on the slightly rippling lake, flashing; There was silence around the village, and most people had fallen asleep. Only a humble hut gave off a faint candlelight, and two vague shadows were reflected in the window.
Who the hell is this? In the hut, there is a small square table in the center, next to a bed on the ground and a neatly folded quilt ... Meng Jiao is reading a book, and her mother is mending Meng Jiao's coat in the faint candlelight. Although she was blind, she sewed so carefully and carefully.
At this moment, Meng Jiao said, "Mom, this time I went to Beijing to take the exam. A person must pay attention to his health at home! " Hearing this, the mother smiled and said, "Don't worry about this. Your mother will be satisfied as long as you are admitted to the top scholar. You have a long way to catch the exam in Beijing this time, so be careful.
This dress should be mended well, so that you don't have to worry about it being torn on the way, and no one will mend it for you. "Say that finish, mother bowed her head again and continued to mend.
Mother sewed the clothes tightly and the stitches were so well-proportioned, but unexpectedly, the needle in her hand accidentally pricked her finger, but she didn't care at all and took it seriously. Meng Jiao watched this scene, watching her mother narrowing her eyes and sewing clothes for herself in the dim candlelight, and tears could not help but flow down.
His heart was full of gratitude: "Mom, I will study hard, be a top scholar and be an official, and I will repay you well in the future ..." The next day, Meng Jiao got on the horse and went to Beijing to catch the exam. My mother stood behind Meng Jiao, watching her son go away and gradually disappear.