Ancient poems suitable for rewriting into compositions

An ancient poem suitable for rewriting into composition: rewriting ancient poems

Youshan west village

Song luyou

Don't laugh at farm wine,

Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Don't laugh at the muddy wine brewed by farmers in the twelfth lunar month. There are enough delicacies to entertain guests in the harvest year.

There are mountains and water, and I doubt there will be any way out. Suddenly, I saw dark green willows and bright colors, and another village appeared in front of me.

Rewrite "Tour Shanxi Village"

Since I was demoted, I have returned to my hometown after a long separation. I feel annoyed at the thought of national security and survival. At this time, it is the season when Jingui is fragrant and farmers have a good harvest. I can't help but want to go out for a walk to relieve boredom.

Walking, I came to Shanxi village, where the farmers were very hospitable. When they saw me, they all greeted me from a distance and invited me to his house. When I came to my fellow villagers' home, my elders moved out of the wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month and set a rich table of dining tables, scolding me for spending so much money, which was not practical in my heart. The old man said: "This year's harvest is good, and there is plenty of food and wine at home. You can drink as much as you want. Come on, let's talk while drinking. " I'm happy to agree.

Meaning. Although the wine brewed in the twelfth lunar month is turbid and tasteless, I still can't help but drink a few more cups. After drinking glass after glass of good wine, I was slightly drunk and my mind was swept away.

After a big meal and a short rest, I'm going home. The villagers took me to the entrance of the village. I said goodbye to everyone and moved on. Along the way, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the winding paths are deep, the streams are gurgling, and the flowers are blooming. I can't help being deeply intoxicated. Walking, the path suddenly disappeared. I wonder if there is a road ahead. Looking up, a village shrouded in Liu Yin flowers suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, which surprised me.

So, I started writing this poem:

Youshan west village

Don't laugh at farm wine,

Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Rewrite Qiu Si.

It's another cool autumn. Walking quietly on the gravel road, Zhang Ji looked up and saw that the leaves on the tree gradually turned yellow, and the leaves on the branches fell off from the branches one by one and slowly fell to the ground. Walking on the ground full of fallen leaves, Zhang Ji couldn't help thinking of his relatives in his hometown.

Zhang Ji wants to write a letter and send it back to his hometown. He spread out the paper with his hand, wiped the ink with his left hand, and thought about how to write the letter in his mind. Although Zhang Ji has a thousand words to express in his heart, he doesn't know where to start at the moment. Suddenly his eyes lit up, he lifted his sleeves and began to write letters. After the letter was written, Zhang Ji's mood could not be calm for a long time, and the voices and appearances of his parents, wife and children haunted his mind for a long time.

The next day, Zhang Ji handed the letter to the messenger. He urged the person who entrusted the messenger to give the letter to his family. The messenger nodded, turned and mounted his horse, ready to go. Ma Gang took a few steps and saw Zhang Ji shouting, "Wait a minute, please wait a minute." While waving to the horse. The horse stopped and Zhang Ji soon received a reply from the messenger. He returned to the house with the letter, opened the good letter again, picked up a brush and quickly added a few words, then carefully applied a layer of paste, carefully glued the letter, and reluctantly returned to the sender.

The messenger finally set out, and Zhang Jiwang looked at the messenger's back and silently shed a line of clear tears.

Ancient Poetry Suitable for Rewriting: Rewriting Ancient Poetry

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.

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.

In the third year of Tianbao (744), He resigned and retired to his hometown of Yongxing (now Xiaoshan, Zhejiang). At that time, he was eighty-six years old, and he had left his hometown for more than fifty years in middle age. Life is easy to get old, the world is vicissitudes, and my heart is filled with emotion. The word "even" in hometown books not only means that poetry was written by accident, but also reveals the meaning that poetry comes from life and from the bottom of my heart.

The first song was written when I first came here, expressing my feelings of hurting the old for a long time. In the first and second sentences, the poet was in a familiar and unfamiliar environment in his hometown, and he felt quite uneasy all the way: he left home in his prime; When I got home today, I couldn't help feeling. The first sentence summarizes the fact that you have been away from home for decades with sentences like "running away from home when you are young" and "going back to your boss", which implies the feeling of hurting your boss. The second sentence inherits the previous sentence with "the hair on the sideburns is fading", and specifically describes the state of being a boss, and sets off the changed "hair on the sideburns" with the constant "local accent", meaning "I don't forget my hometown, can my hometown still recognize me", thus paving the way for the following two sentences to arouse children's questions.

Three or four sentences changed from an emotional self-portrait to a dramatic scene in which children smiled and asked questions. "Laugh and ask where the guest comes from", which is just a faint question among children, so stop here; On the poet, it became a heavy blow, which triggered his infinite feelings. In his later years, the sadness of the opposition between subject and object was included in this seemingly dull question. This is the place where the whole poem ends quietly, but the meaning is like an empty valley, full of sadness and boundless.

As far as the whole poem is concerned, one or two sentences are mediocre, while three or four sentences are like twists and turns, with no boundary. The beauty of the last two sentences lies in the powder on the back, which is seamless: although mourning is written, it is expressed in a happy scene; Although I wrote about myself, it was turned out from the side of the child. The scene where children ask questions is full of life interest. Even if we are not infected by the poet's long-term feelings of hurting the elderly, we can't help but be moved by this interesting life scene.

Lu You said: "The article is natural, and it is wonderful." In the final analysis, the success of the two poems "The Return of the Native" lies in the fact that the poems show a state of transformation. The feelings of poetry are natural and vivid, and the language and rhythm seem to flow naturally from the heart, unpretentious and unadorned, unconsciously introducing readers into the artistic conception of poetry. Such a good poem comes from life and from the heart, which is very rare.

At the age of 36, I was strong and full of poetry. That year, the emperor chose me to be an official in Beijing. Since then, I have been busy with business every day and have no time to go home and reunite with my relatives. Thirty-nine years later, I am old. The emperor saw me as useless, a little deaf and blind, and I was 75 years old, so he ordered me to resign and return to China. I smiled on my wrinkled face at the thought of meeting my relatives soon.

I sat in the carriage, looking at the beautiful scenery of the motherland, thinking: Is my hometown-Shaoxing still the same? I really can't wait to go home at once. I must try the tender loofah and red tomatoes in the garden ... I must enjoy the cool under the big peach tree and go fishing in the big round fish pond at night ... My hometown accent has not changed for decades, but my hair is gray. I wonder if my wife and family still know me.

After a month of camping, I finally got back to my hometown. Ah, my hometown, my home! The hut I built when I was a child is still there, the clear fish pond is still there, and the colorful goldfish are still there! I also saw a group of lively and lovely children playing in front of my house. Ah, these must be my children and grandchildren. Although my hair is white and I still have a beard, I am very satisfied with my children and grandchildren now. Several children saw me coming and gathered around curiously. An old and bold little boy raised his head.

He smiled and said to me, "Grandpa, where are you from and where are you going?" When I heard that, my face was covered with a wry smile and I was deeply touched. Once, I was so excited that I sang a poem: When I was young, I left home, and when my boss came back, my local accent remained unchanged. Children don't know each other when they meet. Where do they come from?

Seven step poem

Ancient poetry suitable for rewriting into composition Part III: Rewriting ancient poetry.

I make up stories for ancient poems.

Chinese Curriculum Standard points out that teachers should creatively understand and use teaching materials, actively develop curriculum resources and flexibly use various teaching strategies to guide students to learn to learn in practice. Tang Poetry and Song Poetry are the two brightest pearls in China's art treasure house. They are loved by people for their concise and implicit language, profound artistic conception and sincere feelings, and have enjoyed a long reputation for thousands of years. Although there is an old saying that "read it a hundred times and you will know its meaning", it is far from enough for primary school students to learn ancient poems by reciting them. How to make this country's cultural treasures accepted by students? How to close the distance between ancient poetry and modern life? A student's accidental writing opportunity inspired me.

After learning the fifth-grade Chinese "Qingpingle Village Residence" published by Jiangsu Education Publishing House, in order to let students appreciate the pleasant scene of Jiangnan water town and feel the poet's joy and yearning for rural life, I asked students to imagine the scene described by this word against the illustrations in the text and then write it down. Suddenly, a student said, "Teacher, I want to rewrite the word' Qingpingle Village' into a story, can I?" His suggestion was immediately adopted by other students. "Yes, we learned a text called" I wish people live a long life "in the first volume of the fourth grade Chinese, which is based on Su Shi's poem" Water Tunes the Song "("When is the bright moon? " ) There are also third-grade students, such as Li Guang Beating the Tiger, Missing Parents during the Holidays, and Young Wang Bo. After discussion, teachers and students quickly reached an agreement: rewrite the word "Qingpingle Village" together. Ten minutes later, a long or short paragraph appeared in the student's composition book.

Some students wrote: "There was a patriotic poet named Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty. After he was dismissed by the court, he lived in seclusion in the country for 20 years. In the countryside, he mingled with the villagers and lived an ordinary, simple and quiet life. One summer afternoon.

Xin Qiji was walking by the stream alone. Suddenly, he heard a burst of intimate words. Turning around, I saw an elderly couple sitting in front of a hut not far from the stream, drinking wine and chatting leisurely. How comfortable and happy their lives are. Xin Qiji couldn't bear to interrupt them, so he stopped to see the beautiful scenery around him. In this clear stream, small fish swim freely. On the water, lotus leaves are dense, like big green disks. Lotus flowers come out between these big disks. Some just spread out two or three petals. Some petals are all spread out, revealing a small green lotus. The stream is covered with green grass. The eldest son of the old man is the main labor force in the family, weeding in the bean field east of the stream. The second son is ingenious and specializes in weaving chicken cages at home. Naive, lively and naughty, the third son crossed his legs, lying by the stream peeling lotus leaves and eating lotus seeds with relish. Looking at the happy scene of this family and the simple and fresh environment of this village, Xin Qiji's love for rural life came to life. He wrote the famous poem "Qingpingle Village":

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The eldest son is hoeing the ground in the east and west, and the second is knitting a chicken coop.

I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. "

Students' interpretation of ancient poetry is open, diverse and personalized. To rewrite a short and pithy ancient poem into a narrative of several hundred words, students need to communicate with the author's mind in the dialogue, and form a unique inner feeling in the process of intellectual interaction, emotional blending and spiritual collision with the author, thus generating the impulse to write, and finally recreating the art of ancient poetry into modern vernacular Chinese.

Another student wrote: "

One evening, Xin Qiji came to a grassy stream for a walk. The stream is very clear, and there are many lotus leaves like umbrellas on the water. Between these lotus leaves, there are beautiful lotus flowers dotted, and the breeze blows, bringing a burst of fragrance. Next to the stream is a low hut. An old white-haired couple sat in front of the hut, drinking wine and chatting cordially in Wu language. After a few drinks, the old couple talk too much, sir.

I looked at my grandmother and pointed to my eldest son who was weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream and said slightly drunk,' Our eldest son is really diligent and almost takes care of all the farm work in the field.'

The old woman said,' The second son is not bad either. He is clever and agile. You see, all the chicken coops he wove can be sold in the market. "

Grandpa said, "Yes, but our third son is too young to understand."

Grandma said,' Don't worry, he will grow up sooner or later. Look, the child is lying on the grass by the stream peeling lotus leaves to eat. Really naughty, "

Ha ha ha? Grandpa and grandma laughed in unison. Their laughter also deeply infected Xin Qiji. Yes, setbacks in life are nothing. What matters is your inner happiness and happiness. How beautiful your heart is, how beautiful your life will be. "

Understanding the artistic conception in poetry is the key to rewriting ancient poetry. The above two rewriting exercises of Qingpingle Village Residence are the results of students' full understanding, experience and expression on the basis of understanding the meaning and background of ancient poems, reciting ancient poems and entering the author's mind. If students don't really feel the artistic conception of pastoral life in Ci, and don't deeply appreciate the poet's love and yearning for pastoral life, they can't write such a beautiful and moving article.

By rewriting ancient poems, students not only deepened their understanding of the artistic conception of ancient poems, but also inspired their imagination. In front of them, a series of pictures with bright colors and proper movements were launched, which stimulated students' interest in reading. At the same time, they teach students the truth of being reasonable and being human, and improve their ideological and moral quality in a subtle way. It can be said that "rewriting" is based on ancient poetry, which allows students to associate, supplement and create, thus constructing an imaginary picture, and really coming to an immersive situation, as if seeing their own people and hearing their own voices.

Since then, students have paid special attention to the ancient poems in the text. As long as there is something to say about ancient poetry, students can't help but write down some words, or narrative, or lyric. According to the requirements of students, I added "I will rewrite ancient poems" for more than ten minutes after learning each ancient poem. During this period, students can read aloud what they have rewritten, and then the whole class will evaluate it. This has become an opportunity for students to express themselves. Students like to rewrite ancient poems more and more, and at the same time, their comprehension ability, imagination ability and writing ability have been cultivated, and their understanding of ancient poems is deeper than before.

Ancient Poetry Suitable for Rewriting into Composition IV: Rewriting Ancient Poetry

A gift for Wang Lun.

Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, Li Bai will leave Taohuatan. Recalling the happy time spent here before, Li Bai shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Alas, there is no way, heaven is pressing, so I have to say goodbye!" "

Early in the morning, Li Bai packed his bags and came to the shore. Li Bai got on the boat and thought, since he can't stay any longer, it's better to sit down and enjoy the beautiful scenery now, which is also a comfort to himself.

Ah! Peach blossoms in Taohuatan really live up to their reputation, and most of them are double petals. Scarlet enthusiasm and pink charm adorn little red dot's white petals, which makes her look dignified and elegant. A ball, a cluster, a slice, all the remaining traces of spring cold have been driven away.

Li Baizheng was intoxicated with this beautiful scenery when he suddenly heard a crisp and sweet song from the shore. Ah, this is Wang Lun's affectionate farewell song to himself! Listen, Wang Lun is walking and singing with the beat. It's getting closer. Ah! This song is full of parting feelings. These days, it is Wang Lun who has a heart-to-heart relationship with himself. It's Wang Lun. Go sightseeing with him. It's Wang Lun, discussing the meaning of life with himself; It's Wang Lun, drinking and writing poems with himself under the lamp. Ah! Friend, come on, come on, let Li Bai shake hands with you again and talk about confidence?

Ship, set sail. Li Baiwang looked at the fading Wang Lun, and his heart was filled with emotion. He couldn't resist generate's poetry and intoned, "Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard singing on the shore. Taohuatan is deep in thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. "

Students rewrite the QQ version of the ancient poem "To Wang Lun"

One day in spring, although the weather is sunny, there is a sadness of parting. The poet Li Bai is leaving his friend Wang Lun, and they are very reluctant to part. Just as I said goodbye, suddenly, Li Bai's cell phone rang. Li Bai picked up the mobile phone in his pocket and said, "Hello, who is it?" I only heard people on the phone say, "Hey, Xiao Bai, where are you?" ? I have been waiting for you in a famous tourist attraction for a long time. Why haven't you come yet? Li Bai replied, "My new net friend and I are leaving." Your phone call ruined the parting atmosphere. I won't go if you call again. "Li Bai angrily pressed the power off button. Li Bai stood on the boat for a long time, looked at Wang Lun and said goodbye at least n times. Li Bai was impatient and said, "Hey, Captain! Why don't you go sailing? "He stormed into the hut." Wow! With a scream, Li Bai "submerged" the napkin covered with nose and tears in the cabin. It turned out that the captain cried at the scene where Li Bai and Wang Lun left, and cried for n hours. Li Bai said a few words to the captain, who immediately set sail. Suddenly the captain said a word, and Li Bai immediately fainted. "The original ship ran out of oil. "Finally, Li Bai had to drive his Volkswagen motorcycle back.