Looking back at the 32 guide pictures of class 16, I found that they are genuine, and every painting process is a kind of enjoyment. I like the combination of ancient poems and guide maps. It's perfect.
I used to recite ancient poems, but now a guide map can basically remember poems and meanings. Thank you very much for the happiness brought by the guide map.
Although the course is over, there is still a long way to go to recite ancient poems by mind mapping, step by step and down-to-earth.
Thanks again to Teacher Pig and Teacher Hongmei!
The following are 32 ancient poems and their corresponding mind maps:
Poet Li Bai's Wanglushan Waterfall
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain.
On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Poet Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night"
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.
Poet Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Poet Saint Du Fu's Hope for Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Li Shigui, his dream of heaven.
It's very sad, the old rabbit and the old toad are moaning in a low voice, the moonlight is off, and the cloud floor and cloud house are pale.
The jade wheel rolled with dew and wet the surrounding light and shadow. Mo Yan in Guihua Lane once met the fairy of Lu 'an-E.
Looking at the three sacred mountains under the vast sea, things are changing like horses.
Looking at China's nine points and nine points, the water in Na Pianhai is as shallow as pouring out of a cup.
He Shi Yan men tai shou hang
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.
In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
Poet Lu You Lin 'an's first night of spring rain
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
The poet's god, Lu You, visited Shanxi Village.
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Poetry slave Jia Dao's Poems of Jiang Yi Going to Wu Chu.
When Fujian set sail, Toad lost his last contact.
Autumn wind gives birth to Wei water, and leaves are all over Chang 'an.
There was a party here in the evening, when it was thunderstorm and freezing.
Lan Raoshu did not return, and the news was in the clouds.
A note for an absent person by Jia Dao, a poem slave.
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs."
However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
Meng Haoran's Return to Zhongnanshan at the End of the Year is hidden in the poem.
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Hidden in the poem is Meng Haoran's Passing the Old People's Village.
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
Poet Bai Juyi bid farewell to the ancient grassland.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Poet Bai Juyi's Spring Tour of Qiantang River
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Shi Fo Wang Wei's "Send Yuan 210 Anxi"
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Shi Fo and Wang Wei's "Autumn Night in the Mountain"
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Poet Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
Poet Liu Yuxi's "Looking at the Dongting"
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
Poet prisoner Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Meng Jiao, poet prisoner, finished the exam.
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Poetry Tiger Ye Luo's Early Hair
A little light leaves Lu drunk and walks alone.
I am worried about watching the snow and smelling the cock crow, alone in the sky.
There is a road near the white grass, and the muddy river is frozen and silent.
Such traffic all the way, the situation is to drive away passengers and block the city.
Ye Luo's "cockscomb"
A beautiful branch is facing Qiu Guang, and the dew of the wind leans on it.
At first glance, Xiao Jing looks like Xie Jia's new purple dress.
Poem Floating in Tang Qiu's View of Qingcheng Mountain Fan County
It was difficult to calculate the miles around the mountain, so I asked Huang Guan for the truth.
The moss is full of green spots, the fairy bridge is slippery, and the loose weave is fragrant and cold.
During the day, the green bed is tender, and at night, the red stove turns to twist the new Dan.
The bell has broken the sound of spring, and the wind has blown grass and flowers all over the altar.
Poem Gone with the Wind Tang Qiu's "Yangshan People's Seclusion"
The home of Taoist priests in the mountains has a hazy portal.
Green with rocky grass and red foam.
Plant small trees in half the yard and sweep the sand all the way.
I often sit by the stream and hold the pole until the sun goes down.
Poet Wang Bo's In the Mountains
The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return.
The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.
The poet "Farewell Du to Shu"
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
Poetic Skeleton —— On the Tower of Youzhou by Chen Ziang
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down!
Chen Ziang's "Send David to the Army"
The Huns are still alive and Jiang Wei rejoined the army.
No, no, three rivers, chasing six counties.
The wild goose mountain crosses the north, and the fox inserts the cloud.
Don't let it go to the top, but stay in Korea and you will succeed.
The poet raved about Zhang Zhi's "Singing Willow"
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Poem Crazy Congratulate 'Two Hometown Couplets'
one
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed.
When children meet strangers, they will smile and ask where the guests are from.
Secondly,
I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I have been half-dead recently.
Only in front of Jinghu Lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past.
The poet Tian Zi Wang Changling's "Out of the Plug"
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
Poet Tian Zi Wang Changling's Song of Picking Lotus
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.