Burning crops kills plants, but people have nothing to eat. Discovering teeth, chiseling teeth, nine babies, strong winds, seals and snakes are all public hazards.
Yao is the man who killed nine babies in the wild in China, nine babies in Haruki on the fierce water, and shot for nine days in the clear autumn, killing snakes in Dongting and capturing them in the mulberry forest. Everyone is happy, and Yao thinks he is the son of heaven.
-"Huai Nan Zi Ben Jing Xun" English translation When Yao ruled, ten suns came out together. The scorching sun scorched crops, dried up flowers and trees, and people didn't even have anything to eat.
Dissatisfaction, tooth digging, nine babies, strong winds, seals and snakes have all become the scourge of the people. So Yao sent Yi to kill teeth in the wilderness of China, nine babies at the fierce water's edge, nine suns in the sky with arrows on Qingqiu Lake, Yan snakes on the ground, snakes in Dongting Lake and mulberry trees alive.
People all over the world are very happy. They support Yao and respect him as the son of heaven.
2. Yu Guangzhong's poem "Shoot for Nine Days" shot for nine days.
Standing on the highest peak of Mount Tai, facing the cracked Kyushu.
Behind him is the boiling Yellow Sea, cooking a pot of long sharks and giant whales.
I opened Wu Hao's bow and set up a chess guard's strength vector.
Look up for nine days and clear your eyes for the eagle in autumn.
Phoenix is gone, Kirin is dying of thirst, and comets haunt during the day.
The blackened mass stretched out hundreds of billions of devil's convulsive palms.
I am angry, I hate, I despise the tyrant's sun.
Anger gave me the courage to kill God. How dare I?
A mortal invited nine Vulcans to a duel,
Shoot down a tenth of the universe with an arrow,
Life imprisonment in a prison without fear of the scourge and the flame!
Entrust the will of the hero to the arrow of expedition,
It's lying in my arms, a 10,000-meter athlete who wants to race in the light.
Entrust the determination of the soldiers to the unyielding bow.
It struggled to straighten the strings of my destiny;
Illuminate my eyes with the anger of the rebels;
Nine days of noise, turning like a group of hedgehogs, stabbing me with a fiery javelin,
Laugh, laugh and say I'm going blind like a bat!
Fingers suddenly loosen, strings suddenly straighten, and arrows stomp.
93 million miles gave in to its speed.
Then came the spasm of the universe, the breach of Tianhe and Pangu's hasty departure.
The fall of a god, the destruction of a star, a red waterfall-like meteorite splashed on the ground!
Nuwa stone, refine more five-color stones to make up the sky!
The bodies of nine suns were buried behind the mountain.
You see, the quiver is empty and the swing space is empty.
Look, the west holds 100,000 torches and holds funerals for the gods.
But it is not dusk. Turn to the rough sea,
I screamed at the rising tenth sun:
"Lonely God, I left you to light up the world.
I am a traitor to God, a Japanese butcher, and Hou Yi! "
3. The poem describing the Gong Ting dance was interrupted when it started shooting. The autumn bamboo pole cracked and the spring ice broke, and it drifted back to the light snow, which surprised Youlong.
The weeping willows are weak, and the clouds are long.
On the Yuan Dynasty, the green calyx beckoned, and the Queen Mother waved goodbye to Joan.
Xiangluan closes her wings when she dances, and the crane song ends with a long sound. At that time, she was surprised at first sight and her eyes were not enough.
I haven't heard this song since 1989 fell into the world. I heard mandrill in Gancheng, but I heard cuckoo crowing under the dam.
In the second year of dating Qiantang, I was in the mood to ask Sizhu. Linglong thanked Zheng and spoke in a flat voice.
Clear strings, crisp pipes and delicate hands make you dress up with a song. Just press the front and back of the lake three times in front of the virtual white pavilion.
I threw away the bastard. I heard that the stars are scattered now. I went to Suzhou in May this year, and I grew old at dusk.
Hope to adopt, thank you.
4. The archer is as bright as when he shoots down nine suns. The famous sentence "The archer is as bright as when he shoots down nine suns, as swift as an angel in front of a dragon's wing" comes from the ancient poem "Watch Gong Sundaniang disciples dance swords" written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is as follows: A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun. Fifty years later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun. There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows. And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Note (1) Gong Sundaniang: a dancer in Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty. ② Disciple: refers to Li Erniang.
(3) Sword dance: refers to the popular martial arts dance in the Tang Dynasty, in which the dancers are women in uniform. (4) The second year of Dali: 767 AD.
⑤ The third year of Kaiyuan: 7 17 AD. ⑥ Mixed Tuo: Mixed Tuo is a popular martial dance in Tang Dynasty, which combines sword and mixed Tuo into a new dance.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Gong Sundaniang. Whenever she dances with a sword, she will cause a sensation everywhere. There were many people watching, and their faces changed color because of fear. The world is also infected by her dance, ups and downs.
The sword is dazzling, like Houyi shooting for nine days, and the dance is vigorous and agile, like a dragon flying. When dancing, the sword is like thunder, thrilling and calm as the waves of the river and sea. Appreciation Some people say that Du Fu writes poetry and Han Yu writes poetry.
Du Fu's preface is based on poetry. Not only are the subject function words mostly omitted, but also the brushwork of jumping off is used at the turning point of emotion.
However, the preface is still very clear: he first watched the sword dance performed by Gong Sundaniang's disciples in Kuizhou, and then recalled that he personally watched Gong Sundaniang's dance in Yancheng when he was a child, indicating that Gong Sundaniang's swordsmanship was already very famous in the early years of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. Looking back, I was deeply touched, so I wrote this song "Sword and Sword".
This preface is very poetic. At the end, the great calligrapher Zhang Xu saw Sun Jianwu, and his cursive script grew, especially the poet's admiration for Sun's dance art, "sword dance". Dances in the Tang Dynasty can be divided into two categories: Jian dance and soft dance, and sword dance belongs to Jian dance.
In the late Tang Dynasty, Qin Shihuang's Jinyangmen Poetry said, "Gongsun's swordsmanship is magical", and noted that "Gong Sundaniang danced swords, and his title was magnificent at that time." Si Kongtu's poem "Sword" says: "Sun is used to playing in the field downstairs, and empty women love military attire."
It can be seen that this is a dance in which women wear military uniforms. Dance with vigorous posture and clear thinking. The first eight lines of this poem are about Gong Sundaniang's dance: Long ago, there was a Gong Sundaniang in www.slKj.OrG, and her reputation as a good swordsman spread all over the world.
A sea of people watched her dance in surprise, and the whole world seemed to rise and fall with her fencing, unable to restore calm. Four sentences have different interpretations, such as "shooting for nine days" or "four sentences", which generally describe the beautiful impression left by Gong Sun's dance on Du Fu.
Shooting for nine days may be a description of Gongsun's spinning or tumbling dance with a red flag, torch or sword, as if one fireball was spinning from top to bottom; "Dragon Dance" is about Sun Pian's lightness and dancing; The wrath of thunder describes that the dance is coming to an end and the momentum is converging; When the rivers and seas converge, the dance stops completely, and the dance floor is quiet and open inside and outside, as if the rivers and seas are calm and the water is as clear as water.
5. Poems describing superb swordsmanship will definitely think of Gong Sundaniang.
Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.
Du fu's
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years later, with a flick of a finger, the dusty cave of the colossus fainted the royal family.
The performers in the pear garden floated like fog, replaced by women's music, reflecting the cold days.
There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
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6. What are the good sentences in the fairy tale "Shooting Nine Days"? The story of "Shooting Nine Days" reflects the beautiful desire of human beings to confront and conquer nature in ancient times and creates a fearless hero. At the same time, it is also full of the humanistic spirit of "eliminating evil and promoting good" and "benefiting the people". This is also the charm of the long-term spread of excellent fairy tales.
Text ***5 natural paragraphs.
1 and the reason for telling the story in paragraph 2. Paragraph 1 first introduces He, the wife of the God of the East, who gave birth to 10 sons and named them "Ten Days" (10 suns). This 10 child lives in the "Tanggu"-the sea with very high water temperature. There is a big tree called "Fusang" in Tanggu. This tree is unusual, thousands of feet high. According to mother He's request, only one of the 65,438+00 sons lives in a tree, and nine of them live under the tree every day. In this way, people on the ground can only see one sun every day. This passage can be regarded as the background of the story, not the direct cause. The second paragraph tells the origin of the story: 10 children went to live in a tree against their mother's request and refused to say anything, which caused the situation that there were 10 suns baking the earth in the sky and people were "miserable". This led to the "shooting for nine days" incident.
The third and fourth story-telling process-Yao Paiyi shot off nine suns. Yao is a wise emperor in ancient legend. In order to make the story clearer, two sentences about Yi are inserted in the article: "Yi is a god sent by the Emperor to Yao to kill human pests", and he has a bow and an arrow. The scene on the day of shooting was vivid and meticulous. The scene of shooting the first arrow and hitting the sun is described in detail: "the arrow flies with the wind", "a big fireball explodes silently" and "the fire flies everywhere and the red light splashes". In the fourth paragraph, Yao cleverly left a grandson without letting Yi shoot it all, and made a brief explanation.
The result of the story in the fifth paragraph: "There is only one sun in the sky", "People on the ground can live and work in peace and contentment" and "Yao is the son of heaven".
7. Poems describing martial arts: Gong Sundaniang's disciples performed very well in sword dancing.
Du Fu
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years have passed, and the royal family was overthrown in a stroke of a finger.
The disciples in the pear garden dispersed like smoke, and one or two female musicians were trying to charm the cold sun.
There are also people who are big and burly next to the tomb of the Golden Emperor, and the Tang Shicheng, which is bleak and bleak.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.