Human feelings include: smell-nose, sight-eyes, taste-mouth and tongue, hearing-ears, touch-many parts of the body. In this way, in addition to the horizon, there are many insights, and you can also write wonderful articles. For example, Liu Zongyuan's Ode to Autumn Sound basically relies on hearing to describe the scenery. Li Zhao's "Li Mou plays the flute at night" "Li Mou plays the flute in Guazhou at autumn night, and the boat is very narrow. At the beginning of the tune, the masses are resting. A few minutes later, the breeze came quietly. After a while, the boatman Jia Ke complained about the sound of crying. " The scenery here is in the sense of hearing.
Zhou Jiadi, a blind poet, lost his bright eyes, but saw the world more thoroughly.
In literary creation, the thinking of writers and poets is extremely active. The feelings between people are borrowed and communicated with each other. Poets' sensory organs should communicate openly with each other in their poems. Just as Liu Xie said, "Poets have a sense of things and endless associations". When the poet's feelings surge, his hearing, smell, vision, taste and touch become very close and sensitive. Thus, in the poet's wandering world, the sound has a shape, the flowers have a song, and the fragrance has a color. ...
Rhetorically, it is called "telepathy" or "synaesthesia". For example, the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan (Wang Anshi: boating in Guazhou). The author turns the tactile spring breeze into a visual "green" image, which makes people feel the charm of the spring breeze strongly.
"It sounds like a cicada sitting on a tree in the forest/watering lilies." (Homer's epic) The sound is transformed into a flowing liquid with the fragrance of lilies, and the poet uses visual images to describe the beauty of the sound. If the image of poetry is not deformed by other senses, the sound is indescribable.
2. Works in various senses. Pupils' compositions often give people a boring and empty feeling. So the teacher asked them to read more books and practice more, but these two points are not easy to do. Pupils have the nature that children should have, and their minds are difficult for adults to understand. In addition to reading and writing training, teachers should also teach children to use some writing skills to increase the observability of compositions on the basis of existing knowledge. It can increase children's interest in writing and reduce the pain in the writing process. Ordinary people have five ways of feeling: seeing, hearing, smelling, touching and smelling. Students will write with these five feelings, which will have better results. Most primary school compositions are propositional compositions, which are nothing more than three categories: taking notes, writing people and writing landscapes. Take the composition Autumn Tour as an example. Pupils like to play, like new things, and like things that are rarely seen at ordinary times. Seeing with your eyes, listening with your ears, smelling with your nose, and picking with your hands will certainly make you feel flattered. The teacher only needs to teach them to arrange the composition structure. The composition begins with vision: look at the sky, the autumn is crisp, the sun is warm and bright, the sky is blue, some clouds are fluttering, some are like ... and then use hearing: listen to the wind in the wild, listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the Woods, and listen to the leaves blown by the wind. Listen to the sound of little feet stepping on hay and fallen leaves, listen to everyone's laughter ... Then touch: the autumn wind is refreshing, hair and clothes are fluttering, pick up a fallen leaf, touch the veins on it, gently brush the rough trunk, find a meadow to sit down for a picnic, and feel the warmth and sureness brought by the sun and the earth ... There is not much sense of smell and taste in the text, and the timing of appearance is also very free. Look at the weather You can smell the fragrance of wild flowers on the grass. When you walk in the forest covered with fallen leaves, you can vaguely smell the fragrance of the soil. When you sit on the grass and eat, delicious food will definitely tempt your nose deeply and satisfy your taste. Senses are also very useful in taking notes and writing articles. "Listening to people, watching people walk, saying their own words and thinking about their own affairs" all need to mobilize the five senses of young authors. Documentary articles should use vision and hearing. Eyes should witness the development of things, ears should record other people's words, and psychological activities should be described, so the composition will not be too stiff. Writers should pay attention to the details, and observe the details themselves. See with your eyes, listen with your ears, feel with your heart, and think about what kind of person this is. To sum up, not every article should use all the five senses. The order in which the five senses appear is not fixed, and the senses can be real or illusory (psychological works produced by brain processing, such as smelling the fragrance of sunshine with the nose). Teaching pupils to write with their senses will reduce their resistance. One more skill, one more wonderful.
3. What articles are written with the senses? Zhu Ziqing's three songs of Chinese and Western music and dance last night really fascinated me.
It's like a morning in late spring. The drizzle falls silently on my face, causing a moist and relaxed feeling. The fresh breeze blows my clothes, just like a lover's breath blows my hand.
The Mao Mao rain on the alum tunnel I built is like a thin layer of emulsifiable concentrate; It just feels fatter and cuter when you step on it. This is in the garden.
Flowers are still dreaming their own dreams. Light rain secretly washed away their dirt, and their sweet and soft luster sparkled.
Under the washed flash, I can see quiet red, cold purple, and white and green with a wry smile, which are hidden deep when there is sunshine. What was once brilliant in front of my eyes now has a dim color.
-Are you worried about Fangchun's retirement? Do you feel Fang Chun's drowsiness? Probably because of the misty rain, the garden lost its fragrance. A trickle of east wind only brings hungry flowers; It smells of wet grass and earth.
In the fields and swamps outside the garden, fresh steam from newly planted seedlings, young wheat and shady willows is sent from time to time. Although these are not sweet, they can strongly affect my nose and make me feel happy and tired.
You see, the songs all sing like this: I use my ears, but also my eyes, nose, tongue, body and hearing; I also sang with my heart. I was finally attacked by a healthy paralysis.
So it belongs to the song. After that, only one person sang and listened to this song; There is only singing in the world, and the sea is silent.
At our feet, the waves gently kissed the rocks, as if sleepy. On the calm and dark sea, the moonlight opened a long, narrow and bright Ting Yun, shining and trembling like silver scales.
The red light on the lighthouse in the distance is embedded in the dark space, like a ruby. It and the silver light of the sea reveal the mystery of the sea in front of us-it is not the terrible mystery of violent accidents, but the mystery of tranquility, peace and joy.
Our feet seemed relaxed, calm and wide, and with joy and hope, we embarked on the silver road to Redjade's Qiongtai. -Yan Lu is listening to the tide.
4. What articles did Zhu Ziqing write with his senses?
Last night at the Chinese and Western Music Song and Dance Conference, I was attracted by three fans who sang by Chinese and Western silk and bamboo. It's like a morning in late spring. The drizzle falls silently on my face, causing a moist and relaxed feeling. The fresh breeze blows my clothes, just like a lover's breath blows my hand. The Mao Mao rain on the alum tunnel I built is like a thin layer of emulsifiable concentrate; It just feels fatter and cuter when you step on it. This is in the garden. Flowers are still dreaming their own dreams. Light rain secretly washed away their dirt, and their sweet and soft luster sparkled. Under the washed flash, I can see quiet red, cold purple, and white and green with a wry smile, which are hidden deep when there is sunshine. What was once brilliant in front of my eyes now has a dim color. -Are you worried about Fangchun's retirement? Do you feel Fang Chun's drowsiness? Probably because of the misty rain, the garden lost its fragrance. A trickle of east wind only brings hungry flowers; It smells of wet grass and earth. In the fields and swamps outside the garden, fresh steam from newly planted seedlings, young wheat and shady willows is sent from time to time. Although these are not sweet, they can strongly affect my nose and make me feel happy and tired. You see, the songs all sing like this: I use my ears, but also my eyes, nose, tongue, body and hearing; I also sang with my heart. I was finally attacked by a healthy paralysis. So it belongs to the song. After that, only one person sang and listened to this song; There is only singing in the world.
The sea was silent. At our feet, the waves gently kissed the rocks, as if sleepy. On the calm and dark sea, the moonlight opened a long, narrow and bright Ting Yun, shining and trembling like silver scales. The red light on the lighthouse in the distance is embedded in the dark space, like a ruby. It and the silver light of the sea reveal the mystery of the sea in front of us-it is not the terrible mystery of violent accidents, but the mystery of tranquility, peace and joy. Our feet seemed relaxed, calm and wide, and with joy and hope, we embarked on the silver road to Redjade's Qiongtai.
-Yan Lu's "Listening to the Tide"
5. Write a composition with human senses, 500 words. In the golden season, I always like the scenery in autumn. The leaves are yellow, and the yellow leaves, like dancing yellow butterflies, fly into the arms of Mother Earth. White fog is like a thin layer of white gauze, covering the whole earth; Small animals have all gone home; Grandpa Sun plays hide-and-seek and hides behind Sister Yun. Flowers may be tired. They all hang their heads, wither and wither. And I have another preference for chrysanthemums, because in the rest season, only chrysanthemums are blooming alone.
Chrysanthemums are indispensable for autumn scenery. With chrysanthemums, the world will be beautifully decorated.
I saw a lot of chrysanthemums, and I think chrysanthemums are really colorful. Chrysanthemums, too many colors to count. There is a kind of chrysanthemum called Jiuhua, which has a huge head and white petals with a little trace. The petals are hooked, and the golden stamen in the middle is like a small sun. Its dark green branches are fragrant, and you can smell the flowers for miles away, which is the first of the white chrysanthemums. However, other chrysanthemums also have their own merits, such as green jade, Bai Rushuang, yellow as wheat ears and red as maple leaves ... Some are as big as hydrangeas, others as small as stars ... There are red and yellow "Er Qiao", snowy "Peak Snow" and free and easy "Lv Yun" ... which are really colorful.
I love chrysanthemum, not only because it is colorful and changeable, but also because of its indomitable spirit, which symbolizes our national spirit.
6. Write a composition about cooking with your senses. One day happened to be the weekend. My mother was ill and didn't eat at noon. My father and I are both confused and have nothing to do. I suddenly patted my head and said, "We can cook by ourselves!" Dad also suddenly realized, and even said, "Yes, yes!" I thought of my mother cooking. I said "Let's fry potatoes" for the first time. I remember there is a book about cooking in my bookcase. I immediately ran upstairs to take it down and turned to the page of fried potatoes. I began to prepare to be a small chef.
I'll take the pork out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. I set the time of the microwave oven to 1 min for 30 seconds to thaw, and then I began to prepare for peeling potatoes. I'll peel them off when peeling them, or I'll cut my hand. Then use the tail corner of the kitchen knife to dig the skin that has not been peeled off.
There are small holes in the potatoes, where the skin can't be peeled, you can dig them away. Wash them with tap water, and then put some water in the basin. You can start cutting potatoes. Put three fingers of the left hand on the potato, bend forward and arch, hold the potato with two fingers, hold the kitchen knife with the right hand, carefully cut it one by one, and then take back the fingers holding the potato. Suddenly, the potato rolled "huh?" I shouted in horror, "What's the matter?" Dad asked me anxiously, what a close call! The knife almost cut my finger, so I quickly grabbed the potato again and cut it more carefully. I finally cut the potatoes with great effort, but in front of me, where are potato chips, it is obviously a pile of "potato pieces".
According to the book, I soaked the cut potatoes in water and then washed the peppers. After washing, I picked the pepper stalks. I give 1-4 to those who can't eat Chili, 7-8 to those who can, and then cut Chili. You can't touch your eyes when cutting, and you can't open your eyes too wide, otherwise your eyes will be very spicy. Wash the thawed meat, put the fat meat and lean meat into the pot in turn, then put the oil without salt, and put the oil and salt when putting the lean meat. 10 seconds later, put it in a plate, pour in the potatoes, fry them, put some water, and don't put salt before putting water, otherwise the potatoes will not be cooked easily. Turn the potatoes constantly with a spatula, and put the peppers only when there is a little water until the peppers are cooked. You're done! When I brought delicious potatoes to my mother, she smiled happily! Dad couldn't help but put a chopstick in his mouth, nodded and said, "It's really delicious", and a smile appeared on my face.
This cooking made me understand that a person can't reach for clothes and eat with his mouth open, and mom and dad can't accompany us for a lifetime! Be diligent and self-reliant! As long as you have confidence, there is nothing you can't learn and nothing you can't do.