Gacao was excited and sad, tears welled up in his eyes, and he thought to himself: kind villagers, thank you, thank you! I should have died in battle, but Qi Xin pulled me back from the jaws of death and healed my injury. I can't repay your kindness. For twenty-six years, everyone has been so kind to me. I don't have to work. I wandered leisurely in the stockade. I want to string bananas at my boss's and drink spring water at my hometown, which has caused a lot of trouble for everyone. Now that I'm old, I have to go! I want to say goodbye to you. If there is an afterlife, I will come back to you and be with you. I hate to leave this place. I have lived in my home for 26 years.
Twenty-six years, I have lived like a year, from putting on armor to going to the grave, like a process in which the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and things are transformed. Like a dream. I saw the soul of my comrade-in-arms I shouted, but they couldn't hear me. Since I'm here, I'll accompany you. ...
Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains. Overlapping green hills hold the West Lake in their arms. There are countless pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, and the West Lake cruise ship sings and dances day and night. Visiting the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, and the warm spring breeze blew these ancient poems "titled Lin 'an House" into a composition.
Sleepy, how can you remember the lost northern territory and the reduced old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different. Lin 'an Mansion is a political satire poem by Lin Sheng, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is also the author's only representative work. This poem is written for the dark reality of the Southern Song Dynasty. It poured out people's indignation and expressed the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation.
Most of the beautiful West Lake is surrounded by mountains. Overlapping green hills hold the West Lake in their arms, and there are countless pavilions carved with beams and painted buildings. The West Lake cruise ship sings and dances day and night. Traveling around the West Lake all day, drinking and having fun, the warm spring breeze makes these tourists sleepy, how can they remember the lost northern territory and the degraded old capital! In their eyes, Hangzhou is Bianzhou, no different.
This is a poem written on the wall of a hotel in Lin 'an. This is a political satire. The appellation of Lin 'an House shows the society at that time. In AD 1 126, the Jin people captured Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and captured two emperors, Huizong and Qinzong. The territory of the Central Plains was completely occupied by the Jin people. Zhao Gou fled to the south of the Yangtze River and ascended the throne in Lin 'an, which is known as the Southern Song Dynasty. Instead of accepting the painful lesson of national subjugation in the Northern Song Dynasty, the small court in the Southern Song Dynasty became angry from embarrassment and tried to strengthen itself. The rulers did not want to recover the lost land in the Central Plains, but begged for peace, surrendered to the outside world, and brutally persecuted Yue Fei and other patriots at home. Politically corrupt and incompetent, dignitaries indulge in debauchery and pleasure. This poem is written for this dark reality. It pours out the indignation pent up in the hearts of the broad masses of people, and also expresses the poet's deep concern for the fate of the country and the nation.
3. How to rewrite ancient poems into articles? The ideological content of ancient poetry is basically unchanged, but the form of ancient poetry is changed into vernacular, the structure is changed and the language is reorganized.
Poetry: Xin Qiji, the author of Qingpingle Village, in the Song Dynasty, the eaves of Mao were low and the streams were covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked. Rewrite the article: In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut.
Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight.
A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river. There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down.
White inside and pink inside, like a shy girl with a veil on her face. There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers.
There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time! The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused. The youngest son, who is not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute! What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated. I just stood there, unwilling to leave for a long time ... spread the message:
Rewriting method: 1, style change: the ideological content of the original is basically unchanged, and most of them only focus on changing the form of the original.
For example, ancient poems are rewritten into words, poems are rewritten into narratives, and narratives are rewritten into expository texts; This novel has been adapted into a play. 2. Change the style: change the classical Chinese into vernacular Chinese; Change the structure, change the sequence of flashbacks, and reorganize the material; 3. Change the person: the first person is changed to the third person, and the third person is changed to the first person.
4. Change the sentence pattern: enlarge the sentence. Abbreviations, etc.
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Baidu encyclopedia-rewrite.
4. How to rewrite ancient poems into short essays It is difficult for primary school students to rewrite ancient poems into narratives, but it is also a good way to train writing and broaden their thinking.
Here, I take Su Xinshi Xugong Store as an example to talk about some experiences in guiding rewriting. The poet Yang Wanli was a unique writer in the Southern Song Dynasty. His landscape poems are fresh and lively, full of life breath, and the title is Cheng Zhai Ti.
Written in 1 192, the first two sentences of this poem describe the beautiful countryside at the turn of spring and summer, and the last two sentences describe the scene of children playing with butterflies, which shows the poet's happy mood in spring. On the basis of understanding the thoughts and feelings expressed in ancient poems, let students imagine creatively.
The emphasis of rewriting is on the last two poems, because these two poems create a vivid image of "children flapping butterflies", and the whole picture is dynamic, in contrast to the static description of the first two poems. The appearance of children broke the stillness and made the picture come alive. After the children saved the butterfly, the picture returned to the stillness.
When rewriting, we should follow the order of "static-dynamic-static", grasp the movements, expressions and emotions of children when they jump on the media, and write down the disappointment that children can't find when they see Huang Die flying into the day lily. Please look at a short passage rewritten by a child under the guidance of a teacher.
There is a path outside the fence, with sparse hooves. Although the flowers on the roadside trees have fallen, the leaves have not been shaded. In the fields, the oil flowers are golden.
5. According to the composition rewritten by ancient poems, life is right and wrong, and my true love is right. Green mountains and green waters remain, deposited in the years, and the wind whimpers around me.
Birds in cages are always thinking about yesterday's Woods, and fish in ponds are always thinking about the past deep pools. That long and rich homesickness made me walk at a brisk pace, reclaiming land, farming, picking up hoes, with earthy simplicity, and Ye Er, whose simple thoughts filled the mountains. The thatched cottage in the village, with its back to the blue sky and its face to the earth, was soaked in the humid fog, and the flowing air was telling its heart. Willow and elm trees nestle behind the house, guarding the peace of the village. Peach and plum are not lonely, but harvest with the joy of autumn.
The door opened, like my smile. The mountains in the distance, flowing with springs, turned into fairyland and flashed in the smoke. That layer of life, like fog and smoke, has left me. I waved to them without leaving a smile, which was very painful.
I heard the dog barking and growling there, and the sound was natural. I know I'm back, picking my chrysanthemums.
Return to the Garden (3)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The wood outside the road is narrow and long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
6. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching into the sky.
On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy ran and moved slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye under the temptation of butterfly dance.
In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day, gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.
That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.
It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.
Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer. Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight. The flute went through the Woods, jumped over the Yuan Ye and drifted far away. ...
At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy is waiting for his little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. The shepherd boy, who had been herding cattle for a day, was already very tired at this time. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile, took off his hat and hemp fiber, looked up at the moon with his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, missed his kind mother, and fell into a sweet dream country with wonderful reverie. ...
7. Rewriting Ancient Poems in the Fifth Grade of Primary School 300 words There is a family by the stream. A family of five lives in an old and shabby hut.
But it can be seen that they live happily. There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. It can be seen from their red faces that they are slightly drunk, leaning together and drinking and having fun together in Wu dialect.
The old man said, "I said, wife, you are drunk." The old woman said, "You are drunk, I am wide awake!" " ""Ha ha ha, ha ha ha! " Laughter overflowed from the room.
Behind the hut are lush bamboo forests and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly.
The eldest son of the old couple, carrying a hoe and a straw hat, went to the bean field in the east of the stream to weed. The air outside is fresh and the grass is green beside the stream. There are green lotus leaves in the stream, and some still have lotus leaves.
The chicken is cackling, as if to say, "Where is our house?" ? The second son is knitting a chicken coop with his fastest speed. Knitting, knitting, I'm almost finished.
Chickens seem to know that the second son is knitting a chicken coop for them, so they fly around the second son and sometimes peck his little feet in a friendly way. As for the youngest son, he knows nothing. He can only lie on the side of the stream, playfully teasing the fish, peeling the lotus flowers to eat, and nagging: "One, two, three …" The way he shakes his little feet is really cute! What a happy family this is! Ask for praise.
8. Rewrite an ancient poem into a short essay ~ Shepherd Boy (Rewrite an ancient poem)
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.
Listen to that cheerful tune blowing again, how beautiful it is! Hey! Why did you stop? Oh ... It turns out that the shepherd boy closed his eyes and fell asleep. Yes! He is really tired, so let him have a good sleep listening to the lullaby of bugs!
References:
Qingpingle village residence (rewriting of ancient poems). .
In the afternoon, I walked slowly with a leisurely mood and accidentally saw a low hut. Behind the hut are green and straight bamboos and rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside. There is a stream beside the hut. The river is clear and transparent, and all the fish in it can be seen clearly. The river looks sparkling in the sunlight. A breeze blew, causing ripples on the river. There are several beautiful lotus flowers on the stream, some of which are in full bloom; Some are in bud; Everything else seems to be put down. White transparent powder,
Pink, like a shy girl with a veil. There are clumps of green grass beside the stream, which grow very luxuriantly. It is more beautiful and lovely against the backdrop of streams and lotus flowers.
There is an old couple with white hair in front of the hut. They just had a few drinks. From their red faces, we can see that they are all a little drunk. They are together, talking intimately in Wu dialect, and the second son next to them puts in a few words from time to time!
The old couple's eldest son is desperately weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream. How hard he works! The second son is not idle, and is carefully weaving a chicken coop with bamboo and grass, very focused. The youngest son, who is not yet an adult, knows nothing. He could only lie on the side of the stream and tease the fish naughtily, peeling the lotus while eating and shaking his feet. Really cute!
What a happy family! I was deeply intoxicated, just standing there, unwilling to leave for a long time …