2. Click on the answer to "The Lark" in the sixth grade lesson 18 1 (1) Si (4) secretly observe and wait for the opportunity to be quiet, misty, blind (2) dragon (2) shell (1) rush (. An (1) The straw bag used by ancient nomads in the treasury 2.D3. Because or simply 4. The lark is optimistic, happy, free, brave and kind.
Its claws are very long and it is not suitable for living in the forest. 6. Contrast its natural optimism with "misfortune" and "sadness".
7. Happiness is its nature. 8. Because it has sunshine and love.
What a turbulent and dangerous life she had to lead when she hatched the chicks! A: I vividly wrote about the nervous mood of larks. (2) How can a shallow turf hide its baby for its mother and resist dogs and falcons?
A: I wrote about the responsibility of larks as mothers. 10. This is an unforgettable sentence, as pure as the sky and as clear and cheerful as a stream! 1 1. Lark, the national bird of France.
Living in a ditch, happy, kind and optimistic, breeding for half a year. Paws are too short to live in the forest.
3. Read Sandiequan, click on the answer to help, and accumulate memory in "Click on Reading China's Classical Poetry in Modern Literature" 1. Feel the experience of stumbling and running. 2. Answer: Sandie Spring is the most attractive place of Lushan Mountain, where you can enjoy the Lushan Mountain where mountains, springs, trees and fog blend together and feel its unique and subtle beauty among the mountains.
3. "Solidification painting" refers to the majestic feeling of Sandie Spring far away from the waterfall pavilion. It is said to be "solidified" because there is no galaxy's * * * and no coolness of water droplets splashing in the pavilion.
4. A: Not good. Because the word "summer" is always closely linked in the whole text, this is the characteristic of this tour, which highlights the courage and determination to "visit Lushan in vain if you don't reach Sandie Spring" and the determination that "the most precious thing is sometimes not at the top of the mountain". However, changing it to "visiting Sandie Spring" is out of touch with the meaning of the text.
I scribbled it myself, but there is no answer. The above is the click answer given by my classmate and teacher.
4. Reading China's classical poems in modern literature Click on the sixth grade lesson 18 to answer 1. Que (1) Si (4) secretly observe the waiting time and wait and see; Meng (2) Long (2) Bei (1) Chuang (4) Sad and restless Tan (3). Its claws are very long and it is not suitable for living in the forest. 6. It compares its optimistic nature with "misfortune" and "sadness". A: I vividly wrote about the nervous mood of larks. (2) how does a shallow turf hide its baby for its mother and resist the peeping of dogs and eagles? A: I wrote about the responsibility of a lark as a mother. 10. This is an unforgettable sentence, as pure as the sky and as clear and cheerful as a stream! 1 1. Lark, a French national bird, lives in a ditch, has a cheerful personality, is kind and optimistic, and has a breeding period of half a year. Its claws are too short to live in the forest.
5. Modern literature reading classical Chinese click seven times to satirize Wang Qi. Read the excerpts from Visiting Friends in the Mountains and complete the small questions.
That old bridge is the first old friend I want to visit. Ah, old bridge, you have stood on this stream for hundreds of years, like a respected old man. How many people have you crossed? The river is rolling into the distance. You look down at the figures, fish shadows and moon shadows in the water. Years go by, waves fade away, bubbles gather and disperse, and only you remain.
Walking into this forest, the birds called my name, and the dew exchanged eyes with me. Every tree is my bosom friend. They bring boundless green to my face, and every tree is looking at me. I leaned against a tree quietly, as if I were a tree. Roots that grow under my feet go deep into the soil and rocks; Hair grows into a crown, arms become branches, and blood becomes the sap of a tree, rotating and flowing in the annual rings.
(3) everything in this mountain, which is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: hello, cool mountain spring! You take out a mirror. Do you want me to freshen up? Hello, gurgling stream! You are reciting a poem. Are you asking me to sing with you? Hello, waterfall! Your natural golden voice and powerful tenor are too imposing. Hello, steep cliff! Deep canyons set off your tall and straight body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom. Hello, Youyou Baiyun! Your white figure makes the sky quieter and bluer. Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I guess you mean the good scenery you saw on the flight.
Pick up a fallen flower and hold it in your hand. I smell the fragrance of nature. Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate texture, I saw the mystery of life contained in it. On their way to Tudi, I joined this short and meaningful ceremony; Tapping with a stone, I heard the sound of ancient volcanic eruption and the echo of time rumbling.
1. What is the correct understanding of "Ah, Old Bridge, you look like a venerable old man" in the underlined sentence in the first paragraph?
A. The author describes the antiquity of the bridge in a metaphorical way, expressing the author's praise and admiration for the bridge.
B. Using anthropomorphic methods, the noble quality of this bridge is vividly praised.
C use questions to make readers deeply understand the antiquity of this bridge and admire it.
D use association to make people think, have a deep understanding and impression on the bridge, and express reverence.
2. The underlined sentence in the first paragraph mainly praises the main qualities of this ancient bridge.
A. venerable B. very old C. extremely powerful D. silently dedicated
6. Visiting friends in the mountains click on the original text to appreciate and walk out the door, full of good wind with dew and gardenia breath.
Good morning, how refreshing! I don't take the bus, I don't invite friends, I don't bring any gifts, I just hum a little song in a happy mood, I walk along a secluded path and visit my old friends alone. That old bridge was the first old friend I visited.
Old bridge, how many years have you stood on this stream? Are you tired? How many people have you crossed? You send rolling water far away. You bend down and look at the shadow of the fish moon in the water. The waves faded, the bubbles gathered and dispersed, and the years were gone forever. Only when you insist, your unchanging attitude shows me an ancient and tenacious soul.
Walking into this forest, every tree is my bosom friend, gesturing to me with green. Many birds call my name, and many dewdrops exchange eyes with me.
I leaned against a tree and looked at the surrounding trees quietly with the eyes of the tree. I found every tree looking at me. I closed my eyes and I really became a tree. Roots sprouted from my feet, and I went deep into the soil and rocks, breathing the vitality in the depths of the strata. My hair has grown into a crown, my hands have become branches, and my thoughts have become tree juice, which flows in the annual rings and finally grows tree seeds, which are carried to distant mountains and waters by birds.
Hello, Sister Shanquan! Did you look at me with a mirror to show my turbidity? Hello, Sister Liu! You are singing a little poem. Are you inviting me to sing with you? Hello, Mrs. Baiyun! The good daughter of the moon, the good nurse of the sky, and your white figure make the gaunt sky glow with youth and show a blue smile. Hello, brother waterfall! Strong tenor, pure singer, no sponsorship, no admission, born with a golden voice, singing from ancient times to the present.
Hello, Grandpa Cliff! The high forehead is engraved with the wisdom of metaphysics, and the deep canyon is filled with clear Zen. Looking up at you, I think of hermits and monks of all ages. You are also a silent Zen master, and you wrote it with a scroll of heavenly books? Hey, brother lark, what are you chattering about? I know you are pure teenagers and never say right or wrong. What you relish is the good scenery you saw during the flight! Pick up a stone and tap it gently. I hear the sound of ancient volcanoes erupting, and I hear the echoes of time rumbling. Picking up a fallen leaf and counting delicate textures are the mysterious palms of fate. On its way to the earth, I attended this short and meaningful ceremony.
Pick a small flower and put it in my hair. At this moment, I am alone. Flowers will not laugh at me, and birds will not be ashamed of me. In the deserted valley, I put on flowers with immature eyes and quietly turned into a woman for a while. Suddenly there was a shower, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds, which was touching and scary.
Running under an old cypress tree, the kind old cypress tree immediately held up a big umbrella. The whole world is raining, and the place where I stand has no rain, but it has become a good place to watch the rain. Who can say that this is not the grace given to me by heaven and earth? Bend down and concentrate, only to find that there are many ants hiding from the rain under the tree, and hold up a few ants with their hands. They are very emotional. Ants, my little brother, are destined to be brothers in trouble.
The rain stopped. Several dogs barked in the valley, and a flock of returning birds swept over Yunling.
I should go home, too. So, I waved my hand gently, bid farewell to all my friends in the mountains, and brought back a good mood, good memories, and the moonlight all the way ... When I finished editing this revised edition of Visiting Friends in the Mountains and walked out of the gate, I ran into a breeze, which was the smell of dew and gardenia.
Good morning, how refreshing! No bus, no friends, no gifts. I took a quiet path in a good mood and went to visit my friends alone. That old bridge was the first old friend I visited.
Ah, old bridge, you have stood on this stream for hundreds of years, like a respected old man. How many people have you crossed? The river is rolling into the distance. You look down at the figures, fish shadows and moon shadows in the water. Years go by, waves fade away, bubbles gather and disperse, and only you remain.
Walking into this forest, the birds called my name, and the dew exchanged eyes with me. Every tree is my bosom friend. They bring boundless green to my face, and every tree is looking at me.
I leaned against a tree quietly, as if I were a tree. The roots growing under my feet go deep into the soil and rocks, my hair grows into a crown, my arms become branches, and my blood becomes the sap of the tree, rotating and flowing in the rings.
Everything in this mountain, which is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: hello, cool mountain spring! You take out a mirror. Do you want me to freshen up? Hello, gurgling stream! You are reciting a poem. Are you asking me to sing with you? Hello, waterfall! Your natural golden voice and powerful tenor are too imposing. Hello, steep cliff! Deep canyons set off your tall and straight body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom.
Hello, Youyou Baiyun! Your white figure makes the sky quieter and bluer. Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I guess you mean the good scenery you saw on the flight.
Picking up a fallen flower and holding it in my hand, I smelled the fragrance of nature; Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate texture, I saw the mystery of life contained in it. On their way to Tudi, I joined this short and meaningful ceremony; Tapping with a stone, I heard the sound of ancient volcanic eruption and the echo of time rumbling. Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds.
It's raining all over the world, and the rock above me is like a huge umbrella to me. The place where I stood became a good place to watch the rain. Who can say that this is not the grace given to me by heaven and earth? The rain stopped.
Several dogs barked in the valley, and a flock of returning birds swept over Yunling. I should go home.
I waved my hand gently, bid farewell to my good friends in the mountains, and brought back a good mood, good memories, and moonlight all the way ... Editor's brief introduction Li Hanrong is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Shaanxi Provincial Political Consultative Conference, a famous poet and essayist, and Li Hanrong's excellent prose was selected as a national primary school Chinese textbook. Over the years, he has written about 3000 poems and essays.
7. Click on Classical Chinese 18. The lark reads the answer. Kui (1) thinks (4) secretly observes the waiting time.
Quiet, quiet
Meng (2) Long (2)
North (1) rushes (4) is sad.
Uneasy Tan (3) Te (4) Bu (4) An (1)
Straw bags used by ancient nomads in the cellar
2.D
3. Because or in short, so
4. Larks are optimistic, happy, free, brave and kind.
Its claws are very long and it is not suitable for living in the forest.
6. Contrast its natural optimism with "misfortune" and "sadness".
7. Happiness is its nature.
8. Because it has sunshine and love.
What a turbulent and dangerous life she had to lead when she hatched the chicks!
A: I vividly wrote about the nervous mood of larks.
(2) How can a shallow turf hide its baby for its mother and resist dogs and falcons?
A: I wrote about the responsibility of larks as mothers.
10. This is an unforgettable sentence, as pure as the sky and as clear and cheerful as a stream!
1 1. Lark, the national bird of France. Living in a ditch, happy, kind and optimistic, breeding for half a year. Paws are too short to live in the forest.