Grandpa tells stories to children in classical Chinese.

1. Writing a grandpa's composition in classical Chinese is like a river, and every minute is like a race. Because of this, we ushered in the first summer vacation of junior high school. There are many interesting things in summer vacation, which are really endless.

I clearly remember that on the first day of summer vacation, I didn't wake up until noon. When I got up, I saw grandpa and they were not at home. I cleared my head first and vaguely heard someone talking. The content is not very clear, but I know grandpa is fishing in his own pond. I'm so curious that I don't even bother to eat breakfast. I felt a little dizzy because I didn't eat breakfast. I ran for a long time, and it was already afternoon. I can't run either. Not long after, I saw a big fish jump out of the water. Grandpa told me to go to a higher position and wouldn't let me go into the water. In fact, the water is not deep at all. That's because I was flooded when I was a child, and I was afraid of water since I was a child. But I don't know what happened to me. I actually asked to go into the water, and grandpa agreed. I stopped near the shore step by step, still a little scared, but I still gave it down. But then I got deeper and deeper, and I decided to go back, but I didn't know that my foot slipped into the water and fell. Grandpa quickly helped me up, told me to remember the swimming skills he taught me, and said that I was brave and he wouldn't help me anymore.

I stayed quietly in the water for a long time and decided to learn to swim! First, I get up to warm up. I came across the neighbor's children, younger than me, who taught themselves to swim. They usually listen to me and play with me. I scared them to swim dangerously, but they were in a hurry instead of being afraid. I want to see how they swim. I secretly hid aside, and they floated with shapes. I feel that I have no skill, so I am ready to leave. Suddenly I heard something fall into the water. I slowly. When I found a child falling into the water, I knew exactly what it was like to be flooded. When I was in a hurry, I jumped into the water without saying anything. I learned to swim magically. I struggled to help the lost child out of the water and walked to the shore. I have been swimming almost every summer since that incident.

After that, I still can't believe it, but I still feel better.

2. Look at the pictures and write words. Several children listened to grandpa's story. In front of me is a building that has sprung up. Looking at the buildings and land downstairs, I remembered my grandfather and the story he told about this land. Grandpa has been dead for twenty-five years, but his story will remain in my memory forever.

Every night, grandpa tells me the story of this land. Grandpa pinched his cigarette and snapped a match to light it. He lowered his head and pressed the tobacco leaves from the edge of the pot with rough hands. He took a few sips and then began to speak. Grandpa said that it was the place where the Kuomintang local troops and the 42 nd Division had penetrated the barracks. Grandpa also said that as soon as they arrived, they stripped all the trees around them and collected all the thatch cut by each family. I put the house away, and when there was no axe or shovel, I went home to look for it without saying anything. When I found the food, I ate it. When I found the clothes, I took them away. When I bumped into a woman, I was at a loss. Not even animals. Grandpa smoked another cigarette, and his wrinkled face was cold. I looked at grandpa with my chin under his bed, and grandpa spoke again. Grandpa said that many people fled to other places. Those who didn't leave were all because they had land and houses. Grandpa said, if you don't leave, hide the dishes, bowls and chopsticks. They look for flour, but there are no bowls or chopsticks. They ladled rice with a urinal, broke two sticks, and swore while eating, how could such a good basin be hidden in the toilet? Grandpa smiled when he said this, and the wrinkles on his face opened.

On Sunday, I helped grandpa to work in this contracted field, picking seedlings, pinching fertilizer and pulling weeds. After working for a while, grandpa wanted to have a cigarette addiction in the shade of the ground, so he told me again. Grandpa sprayed a few dry mouth cigarettes, and his rough big fingers pressed the tobacco leaves down from the edge of the hookah. Looking at the dark green Yuan Shang in the south, he said that these gangs are harmful to people. When they climb to the edge of the tableland, they talk about mountains and vomit when they see trees. Grandpa pointed to the west with a cigarette pan. It is a wasteland, full of stones, bones and rotten weeds. Grandpa said it was the place where the dead and the sick were buried. Grandpa said that often in the middle of the night, there are sad cries coming from there. It makes people feel cold and tremble all over. The doll rushed into the arms of the adults, who buried the quilt on their heads. Grandpa knocked out the ash from the hookah, and his wrinkled face was full of sympathy. Grandpa said that wasteland belonged to our family in those days. When I was hoeing with you, a dozen people in the team dug a hole in the ground with shovels and hoes. The hole was less than three feet deep, and they left the barracks in tears. Four soldiers grabbed the arms and legs of the crying supplicant, carried them to the pit, shouted a word or two, and threw the man into the pit. The man is as thin as a skeleton. He was completely desperate and kept cursing ... Grandpa stopped talking here. He put the hookah into the pipe and touched it, with hatred in his eyes. Grandpa wrapped the tobacco leaves, lit a match with a bang, and smoked it. After a while, he said, this land in our family was buried today, and tomorrow we will teach these animals to be cemeteries. It's just that they buried the dead, but nine times out of ten they were alive!

Grandpa, stop it. Let's get to work. Although the sun is shining brightly and cars, tractors, motorcycles and pedestrians are flowing on the road not far away, I don't know why my back is cold and my teeth are trembling. Grandpa smiled and said, are you scared? We will open up this wasteland and dry it in winter. At that time, your baby was even more afraid.

In winter, it is not that I am afraid, nor that I am too cold. Because my study task is heavy. Even on Sunday, I have to do my homework. Grandpa did it alone. Every night when he comes back, he will pull a shelf of dried wormwood. Suddenly one day, after dinner, grandpa said to my dad, your mother and your sister are back. Go and have a look. Dad walked into grandpa's wing. There are two skeletons, one big and one small, on Grandpa's kang. Dad knows everything. I doubt it, but dad said grandpa said it was her mother-in-law and aunt. Grandpa can't be wrong. At that time, my grandmother took my 16-year-old aunt to the canal to wash clothes, but she was beaten by patrol officers and took my aunt away. My wife rushed to the door of the barracks, but was stopped by the guards. My wife hugged his leg. What did he do to her? Later, my aunt also died at their hands. My father and I knelt down, kowtowed to my wife and aunt three times, and buried them in my graveyard with a shovel. After the burial, my father and I knelt down again, kowtowed three times to two relatives and ordered 300 silver.

The next spring, when the sun was warm, grandpa knelt on the open ground and grabbed a handful of black and oily soil. Grandpa said that the land is back! Her mother and baby are back! Grandpa was in tears. Watching grandpa cry, I also began to cry. Grandpa coaxed me into saying, don't cry, don't cry, grandpa will tell you stories, and grandpa has better stories. So grandpa touched the pot full of cigarettes, lit a match and took a few sips, pressing the tobacco leaves out of the pot. Grandpa said that the land raised people and ate people, that year.

Now, I am standing on this land of architecture, and I say to my grandfather, Grandpa, now your story has a sequel. ...

3. Write a composition about the story of Wang Rong in classical Chinese. There are many strange novels in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and all the recorded things are absurd. Liu Yiqing's Shi Shuo Xin Yu strives to be authentic, which can almost be interpreted as a history of faith. For example, Wang Xiang, a dutiful son, gave up the great act of "sleeping on the ice for carp" and forgot it. What reflects his filial piety is how he carefully cares for the plum tree that his stepmother loves. People in Wei and Jin dynasties seem to love Li very much. One of the "Seven Sages of Bamboo Forest" has two anecdotes, both of which are related to Li. One is about his early wisdom, called "Li Ku by the roadside", which has become a well-known allusion. The other, which is not well known, is about his greed: Wang Rong's family has a good plum tree and the fruit is for sale. Afraid that others will get the seeds, they always drill the plum pit first. Liu Yiqing, did you see how Wang Rong drilled it? I don't believe it. Not to mention Wei and Jin dynasties, it is to drill plum pits with today's technology to make seeds unable to survive; But make sure that the plum meat is not broken and the fruit can still be sold. Unless you use a laser, I'm afraid there is really no good way. How could this Wang Rong "keep drilling" at that time? It's really puzzling. But throughout the ages, people believe that Don Yi Jie wrote a book "A Guide to Shi Shuo Xin Yu", and especially emphasized this story, at least he believed it.

After all, Shi Shuo Xin Yu is a novel. Although it is a documentary, it is inevitably misinformed. Let's look at the history books. Song Shu Xie Lingyun was the magistrate of Yongjia in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He must have passed Wenling on his way to his post. As a traveler, he may be the first person in history to leave the most famous allusion, that is, "Xie". In the dream of climbing Tianmu Mountain, there is "I wear liberation shoes and climb the green ladder", which at least shows that Li Bai is convinced. But I don't know if Li Bai has ever worn this kind of shoes or seen this kind of shoes. Why do you believe it? I don't believe it anyway. The Biography of Xie Lingyun in Song Dynasty said that he: "When climbing high, he often wears wooden shoes;" Pull out the front teeth when going up the mountain and pull out the back teeth when going down the mountain. " Wear wooden shoes to climb the mountain? I dare not think about it. Most of what Xie Lingyun climbed should be mountains without stone steps. Then, no matter how sharp the "front teeth" and "back teeth" of this shoe are, I'm afraid they can't catch the rocks. If this method is feasible, wouldn't today's ladies climb/1- Yousheng Xiaoshan in high heels? Anyone with a little common sense of life should think: how can there be friction when climbing mountains with wooden shoes? Can you insert wooden teeth on the wooden sole? After installation, can it stand stepping on it? This is probably just a whimsy of Xie Lingyun. He imagined that having such a pair of shoes would save a lot of effort when going up and down the mountain. When others heard it, there were rumors that he really had such shoes.

What is even more ridiculous is the "wine pool meat forest". When it comes to the extravagant style of Shang and Zhou Dynasties, it is necessary to talk about the record in Historical Records Yin Benji: "Great gathering music plays sand dunes, taking wine as a pool and hanging meat as a forest, so that men and women can chase each other and drink all night." It was written by Sima Qian and copied by later generations. In the general history of China, written in Zhou Wang, it is inevitable to use "wine pool meat forest" to describe it. But ask weakly: if you put wine in a pool, can you still call it wine once the ethanol evaporates? Hang the slaughtered meat like a forest. Can this meat not stink? Wang Mingbai, cows, sheep and pigs are all kept. One is eaten, the other is killed, and fresh food is eaten every day? It is wrong for Sima Qian to talk big and laugh, but he should exaggerate when writing history books. In fact, there are too many unreliable records when reading the twenty-four histories.

4. Write a composition in which old people and children tell stories together. My great-grandmother is a chicken, and she is 90 years old this year. 192 1 She was born in a small town near Ningbo. When she was young, she came to Shanghai with her grandfather to make a living. I especially like going to my grandmother's house because she will tell me many stories about her childhood.

When I first arrived in Shanghai, my family was poor and I had no extra money to improve my life. All income is mainly used to meet food and clothing. They gave birth to three boys, four girls and seven children in tandem. You can imagine how difficult it is to feed these children. In my grandfather's generation, life began to be stable, and the children of great grandparents also got married, moved out of their ancestral home and had their own world. At this time, life has improved. Grandpa visits his great-great-great-grandmother every week, which is the happiest moment for the old man. When my father was a child, my grandfather would take my father to visit them and enjoy family happiness.

Today, this tradition has been inherited and carried forward. Although our life is very rich, my father will often take me to visit my grandmother. Grandma is still alert and talkative, and likes to talk to us about what happened in the past 90 years. What I feel most is that in the past 90 years, the life of our whole family has improved obviously, from nothing to food and clothing, which is a microcosm of the great changes that have taken place in our country.

5. You are the warmest title in the world.

1. How to understand the meaning of "You are the warmest book in the world"?

Please summarize the content of the article.

3. What did the author think of when he saw the scene of "Old people in rural areas telling stories to their children and grandchildren"?

4. "He gave me room for imagination, gave me endless hope and opened a beautiful door for me." What does the word "door" mean?

Answer:

1. Because grandpa gave me imagination, gave me endless hope and opened a beautiful door for me. Let me have books to accompany me in the years to come, and let my dreams last forever.

2. The article tells the story of listening to grandpa when I was a child, and expresses the author's nostalgia for grandpa.

3. Seeing an old man in the countryside telling stories to his children and grandchildren reminds me of being with my grandfather and listening to his stories. At this time, things have changed, and his grandfather has already been buried, which makes the author feel sad and hurts himself.

4. dreams. Key words such as "book", "hope" and "dream" can be summarized from the context of this sentence, so the word "door" here can refer to both dreams, hopes and reading habits. You can answer any one. )

Original text:

You are the warmest book in the world.

It's March again. A year passed without a trace, but I lost too much mood when I met again on the same day. Spring is still far away, snow has not yet begun to burn into hope in the sun, and beautiful ice flowers have not yet begun to bloom in the snow and ice. Still waiting.

At that time, grandpa had a full story. I once thought grandpa must have read a lot of books. Otherwise, how can we talk about legends that make us linger?

On my favorite summer night, the family sat under the old elm tree in the yard, and the cool wind slipped through every leaf. Grandpa's tobacco pouch lit the stars all over the sky. Usually, after a group of children chattered, grandpa had finished smoking a bag of cigarettes with satisfaction, tapped the pot on the sole and stuffed it with tobacco. At this time, we all quieted down and knew that grandpa was going to start telling stories again.

Warm night, bright stars, and us around grandpa, the old voice echoed in the courtyard with strange power and echoed in our hearts. Therefore, many ancient stories have taken root in our hearts. We are immersed in it, either surprised, confused or frightened. It seems that every feeling makes us attached, just as we are attached to that warm figure.

Many years later, every time I look back, I will have a distant picture in my heart. Low thatched cottage, lush elms, full of stars and moons, an old man with a long beard and several careful children under the tree. Such a scene will be engraved in my heart and will not be forgotten in any years.

Even in the daytime, when we have had enough fun, we will run to the field and wait for grandpa to have a rest with a pitcher. It was sunny overhead, and grandpa finally came out of the field, sitting in the shade of the field, holding a tobacco pouch in his hand and wearing a straw hat to fan the wind. We gathered together, handed cool well water, and then waited for grandpa to tell a story. Grandpa can tell a magical legend when he looks at the endless fields. The story in his heart, like these crops on the earth, I don't know how much has grown.

Only after going to school did we know that grandpa was actually illiterate. At that time, the name he wrote on each sack was practiced countless times. We finally asked him where all his stories came from. He told us that it was all said by others, as well as his father and grandfather. It turns out that many stories are handed down from generation to generation. Just like those crops, they grow one crop after another and never stop.

Later, I fell in love with reading, and sometimes I met stories told by my grandfather in books. Although what grandpa said is not specific in the book, he always feels that the story in the book lacks a flavor. It seems that there is less atmosphere and less temperature in the sound. At that time, my grandfather's brothers and sisters who listened to stories finally fell in love with reading. I know, it's grandpa's influence.

When we grow up, we sometimes meet and run to grandpa to listen to his stories. Grandpa's story is repeated, but we are still so devoted, such as the old starlight and moonlight, the old people. What we are listening to is actually a kind of nostalgia, a kind of warmth in the depths of lost time. Grandpa will let us tell it after he finishes, and we will tell the stories we have heard. In the flickering of grandpa's flickering tobacco pouch, his expression is as focused as ours.

At the age of sixteen, grandpa passed away. At that time, we had moved into the city for two years, and grandpa was still in the country. How long has it been since I had such a night? How long have I heard grandpa's story again? Now, the grass on grandpa's grave has turned yellow and green 24 times. Every time I go back, I have to stay in front of the grave for a while, just like sitting next to my grandfather and being haunted by his story.

In these many years, I have read too many books, including all kinds of ballads that I heard from my grandfather in those years, unofficial history. Every time we meet, we overlap with the past. In fact, Grandpa is the earliest book I have ever read in my life, and it is also the warmest book. He gave me imagination, gave me endless hope and opened a beautiful door for me. Only in this way can I have books and endless dreams in countless years to come.

Last year, I drove home. At night, the sky is full of clouds. I drove past a village and saw an old man telling stories to several children in the yard under a tree. At that moment, under the setting sun, outside the window, my eyes could not help but get wet.

6. Tell a story about Confucius to friends and relatives in classical Chinese. Two children were arguing about Japan. After listening to their son's trip to the East, they saw two children arguing and asked them why.

A child said, "I think the sun is close to the sky at sunrise and far from the sky at noon." . "One son said," I was far away at the beginning of the day, but I was very close to China. "

A son said, "The sunrise is as big as a car cover. At noon, it is like a plate: a container for holding things, a round plate and a square bowl. This is not too small for the far, but too big for the near? " Another child said, "The sun just came out to cool down, and it was as hot as putting your hand in hot water at noon. Isn't that why you feel hot when you are near and cool when you are far away?" ? "Upon hearing this, Confucius could not judge who was right or wrong.

The two children smiled and said to Confucius, "Who said you were smart?" ? "When Confucius traveled eastward, he saw two children arguing and asked them what they were arguing about. A child said, "I think the sun is close to people when it first comes out, and far away from people at noon." "

A child said, "I think the sun is far when it first comes out and near at noon." A child said, "When the sun first came out, it was as big as the roof of a carriage."

At noon, it is as big as a plate. Isn't this just that the distance (looks) is small and the distance (looks) is big? "(Another) child said," It was cool when the sun first came out, and at noon (it felt) like entering a bathhouse. Isn't it that the closer you get, the hotter you feel, and the farther you get, the colder you feel? "Confucius can't decide (who is right and who is wrong). The two children laughed at Confucius and said, "Who says you know much? "Feeling: Confucius really deserves to be a saint: he dares to admit his ignorance.

It is difficult for a person who is highly praised. In such a situation, most people care about him to cover up their ignorance. The grace of a saint is indeed worthy of our eternal admiration and admiration.