Probably the poet came to the mountains, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the outstanding impression gained by living in the mountains was very quiet; Of course, the dense forests in the mountains cover up the traces of people's activities. This is the so-called "there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice."
2. Night parking near Fengqiao: What did the poet see? What did you hear? What do you feel?
The poet saw the flickering lights on the fishing boat, the first quarter moon in the western sky gradually fell, and the sky gradually darkened; I heard several crows screaming from far and near, and the bell of Hanshan Temple rang. I feel the temperature is lower, the frost is flying all over the sky, and the cold is attacking people. ...
3. Sauvignon Blanc: What did you read from Going to Guan Yu?
Pointed out the direction of travel. What the poet emphasizes here is that the "body" will go to Guan Yu, which means that the "heart" will go to the capital. Reminds us of the poet's homesickness, frequent looking back and stumbling. The word "that shore" is quite alienated, which shows that the poet was forced to go to "Guan Yu" this time.
4. Why do you stay up late after a tiring journey?
The author changed from describing the scene of people coming and going during the day and Ma Si, Ma Si, to a static scene of "thousand shed lights at night", and expressed his writing mood by describing the surrounding situation here, in fact, expressing Nalan's deep attachment and nostalgia for his hometown.
5. What can you feel from Breaking the Dream of Hometown?
"Broken homesickness can't make dreams come true" echoes Shang Que's A Thousand Lights at Night and directly answers the reason for staying up late. The word "zhong" in the conclusion is very clever, which shows the momentum of the snow and shows the poet's extreme aversion to it.
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
As soon as the wind changes and the snow changes, the heartbreaking dream will not come true, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
Moral: After wading through mountains and rivers, the soldiers kept marching towards Shanhaiguan. The night is already deep, and lights are on in thousands of tents.
2. What are the three ancient poems of China in the first volume of grade five? 1, "Boating in Guazhou"
[Song] Wang Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Explanation:
Jingkou and Guazhou are only separated by a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several heavy green mountains. The gentle spring breeze has blown the south bank of the great river green again, but, bright moon in the sky, when can you come home with me?
2. Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Explanation:
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city again. I wonder what happened to my relatives in my hometown? Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start. The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.
3. Sauvignon Blanc
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Explanation:
I drove to patrol Liaodong, and the accompanying hordes waded all the way to Shanhaiguan. At night, the camp is brightly lit and resplendent. It was late at night, and it was snowing outside the tent. Melissa Zhou's voice made people unable to sleep. The author is homesick and lonely, and can't help feeling resentful: Why is there no such disturbing voice in his hometown?
3. Three ancient poems in the fifth lesson of the second volume of the fifth grade are compiled into three stories. One afternoon in summer, when Xin Qiji went out for a walk, he saw a ribbon as bright as glass-a stream, which was covered with grass, like a green carpet, and piles of wild flowers in the green grass were like patterns on the carpet. On the surface of the stream, there are full of lotus flowers, and the white lotus flowers dance like slim little girls in the breeze. There is a tall cypress by the stream, and there is a thatched cottage next to the cypress with a low and small roof. Behind the house is a bamboo forest, and in the distance are rolling mountains, revealing the quiet atmosphere of the countryside.
There is an old white-haired couple in a thatched cottage. The old man had a hip flask in his hand, and after drinking a few mouthfuls, he became slightly drunk. The old lady must have drunk and flushed, making fun of each other in a dialect. I saw the old man touching his beard and saying, "Old woman, you see how lucky we are. My three sons are filial and sensible, and my eldest son does farm work for me. " The old woman smiled and replied, "Yes, how capable these three sons are ..." The conversation between them was wonderful in the gurgling stream.
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field in Dong Xi. He was sweating in the field with a hoe in his hand. Because it is too hot, he has to have a rest every once in a while. He wiped the sweat from his head with a towel and said to himself, "There will be a good harvest of beans this year." How diligent!
The second son is not bad either. He is sitting on a stone bench knitting a chicken coop. This is a delicate job. I can't make mistakes. I saw bamboo chips flying up and down like butterflies in his hand. Soon, a chicken coop will take shape.
The most mischievous is the youngest son. He is lying in the shade of a stream peeling lotus flowers. I saw his feet swinging back and forth from time to time, peeling off the lotus in his hand, putting lotus seeds in his mouth from time to time and mumbling "delicious". How cute!
Seeing this, Xin Qiji wrote "Qingpingle Village Residence" full of poetry: the grass eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. 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.
One evening, as night falls, the wind gently blows on the face, which makes people feel particularly comfortable. The scenery in the mountain village is really beautiful! The vast grassland is covered with green weeds. Listen carefully, there is a shepherd boy's melodious flute in the evening breeze. Although the shepherd boy is tired after grazing for a day, you see that he is so happy. I saw him humming a ditty while playing the flute, and he went home happily.
After dinner, the sun has set and the bright moon has climbed up. With a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack with cheerful steps, lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and rested in the moonlit wilderness.
The shepherd boy looked at the beautiful starry sky on a moonlit night, stared alone, counted the stars in the sky, recalled what happened during the day, and gradually fell asleep. Look! He seems to have had a sweet dream, with a smile on his mouth, so pure and sweet.
On a sunny day, I saw two little fishermen sitting on the boat. They look only seven or eight years old, wearing beautiful clothes. I saw them sitting in the boat, going downstream, collecting bamboo poles and stopping the oars. Instead, they took an umbrella. It turned out that these two children didn't want to use umbrellas to shelter from the rain, but wanted to borrow the wind to let the boat go forward! They are too clever. Umbrella, we all use it to keep out rain and sunshine. Instead, they use umbrellas as sails and use the wind to push the boat forward. They don't have to row, but they can play freely in the boat. Ships move freely with the wind, and the wind pushes them into their homes.
I have an agreement with Spring.
Spring, you have finally come!
You came lightly with life and hope. You jumped over mountains, flew over rivers, and walked all the way. You have worked hard! But you can't rest for a moment. You can't wait to jump on the plains and mountains ... wherever you go, you are full of vitality and vigor.
I like spring-
That cold love still exists, but there is no lack of warm early spring breeze. It was she who woke up the earth soberly, opened her sleepy eyes happily, and countless lives woke up. Spring breeze is the messenger of spring.
I like spring-
I like the continuous spring rain. It is she who awakens the grass, moistens the poplars and blooms the primroses, telling mankind that spring is coming. The grass sneaked out of the ground and looked at it strangely; Willow shook its waist drum and danced with the wind. After the spring rain, the humid air mixed with the fragrance of the earth, and the warm spring breeze blew head-on. Spring rain is the cultivator of life!
I like spring-
Love the birds in spring, love all lovely creatures full of vitality, especially the lovely swallows. I often look for them on the steel wire, because they are like small and exquisite notes on the staff, playing the first movement of spring with the cry of "chirp"
I like spring-
Every spring, in my hometown, I will walk on a high hillside, looking at the rushing spring water in the river, looking at the green jungle on the other side and the village completely submerged in peach blossoms. While enjoying the beautiful scenery, I breathe the fresh breath of spring and feel the beating pulse of spring. Ah! Such a vibrant spring!
Ah! Spring makes the earth look brand new. Spring is called all love, which brings joy and hope to mankind and urges us to make progress.
Spring often makes me think. People always regard spring as a symbol of life and hope, and our children are also called "Spring of the Motherland".
We are the life of the motherland, and we are the future spring of the motherland.
5. There are three ancient poems in the fifth volume of the fifth grade Chinese, each with 300 words.
Deep in the mountains, there is a beautiful place where there is a small village. People work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Everyone helps each other and lives a harmonious, carefree and free life.
The first six or seven miles of the village are covered with grass, like a green carpet. The middle of the grass is dotted with several small slopes, and the slopes are also covered with green grass. Cattle and sheep flock on the grassland. Cattle and sheep will go up the slope for a while and come down for a while. Wherever they went, they added a bit of harmony to the grassland. The lines of those small slopes are so soft, just like Chinese painting only renders green without ink lines, and the green color is flowing everywhere.
In the evening, only the intermittent, distant and near flute sounded gradually, and a shepherd boy rode back leisurely on the back of an ox, playing the flute melodiously and elegantly, giving people unlimited imagination space.
After the shepherd boy came home for dinner, the sun had set and the bright moon climbed to the treetops. Holding a flute in his hand, the shepherd boy came to the haystack again with cheerful steps, and lay down without taking off his hemp fiber, listening to the unknown bugs singing beautiful songs in the grass, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, and pictures came to mind.
Soon, the grass echoed with melodious flute, and the shepherd boy was completely immersed in cheerful music. The moon is also happy for him, scattering countless bright moonlight on the earth.
Rowing peacefully
Once, when Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty, passed by Anren County by boat, he saw the green grass on both sides of the river like a bright green carpet, flowers everywhere, singing and dancing, and everything was so vibrant and prosperous. Deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery, he couldn't help getting out of the cabin and standing at the bow looking up. At this time, the spring breeze brushed my face, and the flowers smelled fragrant. I was refreshed and relaxed. So, he opened his arms, breathed the fresh air deeply and enjoyed the beautiful scenery given to nature by this spring.
Suddenly, a crisp song came to my ears, and when I looked intently, there was a small fishing boat on the river not far away, with two lively and lovely boys sitting on the bow. They rowed and punted while singing loudly. After a while, the two children suddenly stopped singing, then put away the bamboo poles and paddles of the punting, ran into the cabin, took out an umbrella and stood at the bow, spreading it out. "Ah, it doesn't rain or sunny at this time. What are they doing with umbrellas? " Yang Wanli felt very strange and puzzled. Curiosity prompted him to tilt the boat forward and asked, "Now it's sunny, why do you want to take an umbrella?" The two children opened their eyes wide, cocked their heads and said innocently, "We have no sails on this ship. Let's spread an umbrella as a sail. In this way, the ship can move forward quickly and save energy! " Yang Wanli suddenly realized this. He nodded and praised with a thumbs up: "You two are so smart to come up with such a good idea."
Qingpingle villager ju
Only heard in the thatched cottage, someone with a gentle southern accent, drunk, teasing each other for fun. who is it? It turned out to be an old white-haired couple. The old man drank some wine and his face flushed. The old lady said drunkenly, "Look! How hardworking our eldest son is! In this hot day, I went to the bean field to weed, just like you did. In order to let me marry you and leave a good impression on my father, I also went to the bean field to weed in the hot sun. " After listening, the old man said affectionately, "Yes! Think about how smart you were. As long as a needle and thread or a bamboo stick is in your hand, everything you weave is a treasure. How much our second son looks like you! Look! He is knitting a henhouse under the big locust tree! Look at his serious appearance, as if he were making up an offering! " The old woman said happily, "The loveliest thing is our little son. He is lying at the head of the stream, peeling the lotus leaves leisurely! " ! How naughty and comfortable he is! ""yes, yes, the youngest son is so naughty and lovely, maybe he will win the first prize in the future! "
In this way, the family lived a quiet and peaceful pastoral life. This happy, happy and safe family is really enviable.
I hope to adopt O(∩_∩)O~
6.2 1 Lesson 3 What is a static description and what is a dynamic description? 1, "An Autumn Night in the Mountain": Write the quiet and vibrant scenery in the autumn night in the mountain. The moonlight in the pine forest is static, and the crystal stone in the stream is dynamic.
Whole poem:
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.
The empty mountain has been bathed in a new rain, and the arrival of the night makes people feel that it is early autumn.
The moon is clear and clear, and the clear spring is flowing.
The bamboo forest was noisy until the washerwoman came back, and the lotus leaves swayed like canoes.
The wheat straw in spring might as well let it rest, and the prince and grandson in the mountains can stay in autumn.
2. "a night-mooring near maple bridge": Write about the bleak scenery seen on the night of Fengqiao. Cold Night is dynamic. Jiang Feng's fishing and fire are quiet for sleep.
Whole poem:
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Translation:
The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river.
In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.
3, "Sauvignon Blanc": write homesickness in the deep winter and cold. Night light, static electricity. With the change of wind, the snow is also changing, which is dynamic.
Whole poem:
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Translation:
The soldiers crossed the mountains and headed for Shanhaiguan. Live in tents at night, and lights are on in every tent.
At night, it's windy and snowy. The soldier woke up from his sleep and couldn't sleep any more. They can't help but miss their hometown, because it is warm and quiet, and there is no cold wind and the sound of Leng Xue.
Extended data:
Creative background:
1, an autumn night in the mountains-Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei
This poem is about the scenery at dusk after rain seen by mountain people in early autumn. Wang Wei wrote it when he lived in seclusion in Xiawangchuan, Zhong Nanshan.
2, "a night-mooring near maple bridge"-Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ji
According to Volume III of Biography of Talented Scholars in the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ji was promoted by Yang Jun, assistant minister of does, in the 12th year of Tianbao (753), that is to say, he was admitted as a scholar. In January of the 14th year of Tianbao (755), the Anshi Rebellion broke out, and in June of the 15th year of Tianbao (756), Xuanzong rushed to Shu.
Because the political situation in Jiangnan was relatively stable at that time, many scribes fled to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to avoid chaos, including Zhang Ji. One autumn night, the poet anchored at Fengqiao outside Suzhou. The beautiful scenery of autumn night in Jiangnan water town attracted this traveler with travel worries, which made him appreciate a poetic beauty with meaningful feelings and wrote this poem with clear artistic conception.
3. Sauvignon Blanc-Naran Xingde, a poet in Kangxi period of Qing Dynasty.
In the 21st year of Kangxi (1682), Nalan Xingde went out with Emperor Kangxi to offer sacrifices to Changbai Mountain. On the way to Shanhaiguan with Hudong, I wrote this homesick song, making it a masterpiece through the ages.
7. Five-year-old Poem Volume II Three Stories of Qingpingle Village House 150 Words As soon as the rain stopped, the lotus flowers poked their heads out and enjoyed the beautiful spring.
The breeze blows gently and the grass dances happily. The grass and trees on the shore are reflected in the crystal clear river, and the small fish emerge from the water as if to say, "Today is really a beautiful scenery. I took my brother out for entertainment today. "
Not far away, two lovely little urchins are sitting on a fishing boat. The younger brother said softly, "Brother, stop the boat!" ! Let me catch a fish. "My brother said with a red face," It's rare to have such good weather today, so you can have fun. "
My brother walked carefully to the bow and jumped into the river. The little fish panicked and said, "It's unfortunate to go out today. Let's go home!" " "The oars stirred up beautiful microwaves, and the children immediately punted.
One of them, a little brother with two pigtails and a red Chinese-style chest covering, said, "Brother, when will this go on?" My naked brother said, "That's right."
Two people clap their heads. At this time, a fallen leaf fluttered in the wind.
The younger brother in a red Chinese-style chest covering said, "Yes!" He immediately stopped the oar, put away the wooden pole for rowing, took an umbrella from the boat and said, "borrow a popular boat with this!" " Brother gave a thumbs-up and said, "Brother, you are great! The umbrella opened, and the boat was slowly pushed forward by the wind, while the two brothers sat on the boat and enjoyed the beautiful scenery on the shore. "Look! Rainbow! Rainbow! " Cried the younger brother.
A beautiful rainbow appeared on the horizon, really like colorful patterns embroidered on blue satin, and the two children were fascinated. The younger brother murmured, "It's like a fairy dancing and flying towards us."
My brother went on to say, "This is really a boat on the blue waves. People are traveling in a world of pictorial." So they spent the day happily.
8. People's Education Edition, the first volume of ancient Chinese poems 1 "Three Ancient Poems"
Berthing Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Jingkou and Guazhou are only separated by a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several green hills. The gentle spring breeze has blown the south bank of the great river green again, but, bright moon in the sky, when can you come home with me?
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
The annual autumn wind blows into Luoyang city again. Wanderers living in Luoyang want to know what happened to their relatives in their hometown. Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start. The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.
Endless longing
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
I traveled in Liaodong and waded all the way to Shanhaiguan accompanied by thousands of troops. At night, the camp is brightly lit and resplendent. It was late at night, and it was snowing outside the tent. Melissa Zhou's voice made people unable to sleep. The author is homesick and lonely, and can't help feeling resentful: Why is there no such disturbing voice in his hometown?
The Long March
Mao Zedong
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.
I'm glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
The Red Army is not afraid of all the difficulties and hardships on the Long March, and regards Qian Shan as ordinary. In the eyes of the red army, the continuous five mountains are just the ups and downs of microwave waves, and the majestic Wumeng Mountain is just a mud pill. The Jinsha River is full of turbid waves, patting the towering cliffs and steaming. The cross frame of the dangerous bridge on the Dadu River is shaking the iron rope hanging high in the air, and the chill bursts. What is more gratifying is that when we set foot on the snowy Minshan Mountain, everyone was smiling after the Red Army crossed it.