The language of this book is easy to understand, which is different from other anthologies of Tang poetry. Because the reader is a child, Wang Fang's echo language is colloquial, and some related historical events are expressed in words that children can understand. Wang Fang's language has been polished. I think this article has something to do with her accumulation of teaching children to read Tang poetry at the first training camp. The other is that she assumes that there is a child in front of her when writing, and every sentence will take into account whether the child in front can understand, whether there are inexplicable words and so on. This is very careful!
? Flexible use of multi-sensory Tang poetry memory method. As I said just now, Wang Fang's Learning Method of Great Tang Poetry tells children about Tang poetry by telling stories. Stories are naturally children's favorite, but they get tired of listening to them repeatedly. So, how can children consolidate? Wang Fang is very thoughtful First, she recorded a video about Tang poetry and put it on the official WeChat account. Just scan the QR code at the bottom of the book and you can watch it on your mobile phone. A boring child who listens to his parents' stories may be different if his aunt tells them. Some parents who are not good at telling stories can also imitate Wang Fang's tone and way of telling stories to their children. Not only tell your parents how to do it, but also teach you how to do it! In addition, according to children's active and strong sense of rhythm, Wang Fang invented clappers to recite Tang poems. Because the Tang poetry itself rhymes, and the rhythmic Allegro is catchy.
2. How to turn the ancient poem "I miss my Shandong brothers in the mountains" into a short story (within 100 words)?
According to the poem, heaven has no constraints.
1, I stayed in a small shop. I sat at my desk and looked at the bright moon. I recalled answering my brother's holiday last year.
On that day, I climbed the mountain with my brothers, wearing dogwood on my chest and drinking my own chrysanthemum wine to play. My brother Wang Jindong is hiding in Tibet, as if playing some game. My brother Alva Wang is very attentive when he drinks. We played for half an hour, drank chrysanthemum wine and went home.
This scene flashed by, which made me feel sad. In this sad mood, I wrote this poem: "When I was on vacation in the mountains, I thought of my brothers in Shandong".
(2) Make up stories with Tang poems, and expand reading with 100 words.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
3. Adapting the ancient poem "Singing Goose" into a story of 100 words-150 words.
One day on the way to school, Xiaoming and Xiaojun walked and played. Suddenly, there came the sound of "honk, honk, honk ...". They searched and found a pond not far away. There are a flock of white geese in the pond. The white goose stretched its head straight into the sky and cried, as if singing. Flocks of geese sing together, just like a choir. Really beautiful! The fluffy feathers on the white goose are particularly pleasing. They paddle a pair of red soles, just like a powerful paddle, and the green pool water is splashed by white geese. Xiao Ming and Xiao Jun couldn't help dancing with this wonderful scene.
How lovely these white geese are!
4. Poems below100 words will be written as stories.
Half an acre of square pond is displayed like a mirror, in which the brilliance of the sky and the shadow of floating clouds move together. Why is the water in that pond so clear? I'm telling you because there is an inexhaustible source that continuously delivers living water to it.
5. The story of the ancient poems "Push" and "Knock" (about 100 words)
The word "thoughtful" is a metaphor for the process of thinking word by word when writing. It is used to mean that when you do an article or do something, you have to rethink it internally. This word comes from an allusion of the poet Jia Dao.
The stories of "push" and "knock" are as follows:
One day, Jia Dao thought of two poems on the donkey's back and said, "Birds live in trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door." At first I wanted to use the words "push" and "knock", so I thought about it. At that time, Han Yu was out on patrol, and Jia Dao unconsciously ran into Han Yu's honor guard. So he was pushed to Han Yu by the attendants. Jia Dao answered in detail what he was thinking. Han Yu thought for a long time and said to Jia Dao, "It's good to use the word' knock'." So they rode horses and donkeys home side by side, and Han Yu and Jia Dao became good friends.
6. Make up a short story of 100 words for the last two sentences of the willow-chanting poem.
1, Spring has come, flocks of geese fly back from the south, the grass is full of colorful flowers, the ice and snow on the lake have melted, some ducks are playing happily on the lake, the lake is covered with willows, and the tall willows are beautifully dressed by green willows. Thousands of willow branches hang down from trees to the lake like green belts. How beautiful spring is!
2. Spring came, and my mother and I came to Honglian Lake. We saw that the ice in the lake melted, the clear lake reflected the blue sky, and the fish in the water swam freely.
Flowers are in full bloom by the lake, and willows pull out new branches and grow green leaves. It looks like green jade, which makes the willow look very beautiful. Willow branches hang down like green ribbons. I asked my mother inexplicably, "Who cut the willow leaves all over the tree so exquisitely and exactly the same?" Mother thought for a moment and said, "The spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors. With her, the willow tree is so beautiful! " "
The above is for reference, please adopt it.
7. Make up a short story of 100 words with an ancient poem.
Zhang Ji was born in poverty. When I was a child, my family was poor and far from my hometown. By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I had already experienced a wandering life. Running around all the year round, wandering in a foreign land.
On a silent night, Zhang Ji finished his dinner and sat in the small yard enjoying the bright moonlight. A full moon hangs high in the sky, adding infinite vitality to the hidden earth.
He was watching when suddenly an autumn wind blew and Zhang Ji was shivering with cold. He had to go back to his room and find an old cotton-padded jacket sewn by his mother from the closet when he left.
He looked at the cotton-padded jacket and remembered his elderly mother, so he picked up a brush and wrote on the paper: How are you, mother? It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How is the family harvest this year? ..... seems to have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start.
The next day, as soon as the sun climbed the hillside, Zhang Ji handed the letter to Wang San.
When Wang San was about to say goodbye to him, Zhang Ji took the letter back, opened it and checked it again and again. He added: you should live a happy life every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ... After writing these, Zhang Ji gave the letter to Wang San, and Wang San rode away.
Zhang Ji looked at Wang San, who was far away, and he was both happy and sad. Happily, my mother can read her letter; Sadly, I don't know when I can return to my hometown.
8. Adapting the ancient poem Qingming into a story of about 100 words.
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It always rains when Tomb-Sweeping Day comes. Under the erosion of rain, the willows turn a little green and the wicker is graceful. Under the back of the spring breeze, yangko was answered. Most areas of the earth are green. What a beautiful spring!
Old buffalo, grazing cowboys by the lake, enjoys the beauty of youth. At this time, a scholar staggered over, wearing a white coat and a "white" hat, stroking his beard, which was not too long. It may be Tomb-Sweeping Day! This made him lose his mind. He may have missed the victim. Walking in a sparse crowd, he stands out. At this time, the scholar came over, bowed respectfully to the cowherd and said, "Excuse me, little brother, where is a restaurant nearby?" The cowboy put down the piccolo and thought, maybe he is drowning his sorrows in wine and can't wait to find a hotel! So, he rode on the back of the cow and pointed to the nearby Xinghua Village, a well-known village that specializes in producing good wine. The scholar listened and thanked him. After that, he laughed for a long time and went to that mysterious place-"Xinghua Village!" "
9. There is a story about me and ancient poetry, 100 words.
The story is the first good friend I made when I was a child. When I started reading, my mother told me beautiful ancient poems. I listened with relish and never forgot. Ode to Goose describes the scene of geese swimming in the water. "Silent Night Thinking" tells the family's feelings of missing their hometown. "Persuade" reminds me not to waste time and study hard; Looking at Lushan Waterfall depicts a spectacular scene.
Later, I gradually lost interest in ancient poetry. I was lucky enough to know an amiable and beautiful teacher Ma in the first grade of primary school. She is like our mother and sometimes our close companion. Her face is always cheerful, which makes people feel kind and warm. She made strict demands on us to recite poems every day. At first, many students didn't quite understand, and I didn't quite understand the teacher's intention. In order to encourage me, Teacher Ma offered to recite poems in a competition with me. See who recites the most poems. The teacher used some clever methods and recited the poem quickly. I recite poems according to the teacher's style. Gradually, I became more and more interested in reciting poems. Under the guidance of my teacher, I have recited 65,438+043 poems, and won the glorious title of the third king of poetry recitation in the fourth grade poetry competition. Now, I am more interested in reciting poems.
I love ancient poems, and I love my teacher Ma even more.
10. Write a story of 100 words.
Show children
Lu You (Southern Song Dynasty)
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was designed not to forget to tell Nai Weng. belong to
I always knew that when people died, there was nothing. Just sad that I didn't see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes. Don't forget to tell your father that Mr. Wang pacified the Central Plains and worshipped his ancestors at home.
Just expand the sentence according to the central idea of the poem.