Composition of cross-strait cultural heritage

Helping others will only bring trouble to yourself. This is Li Bai's misfortune.

Su Zong, who stood aloof, looked angry, threw the file on the case and snorted: "Demoted Yelang!" At that time, his head was like a heavy blow, and his body was soft and he squatted on the ground. Yelang is in a desolate place, which will be the cage of his life.

Without counting time, he thought he was desperate in his life, but suddenly Su Zong was happy and let him go. It can be said that there is no road and there is a village. The weaver girl weaves the most beautiful brocade and hangs it in the colorful sky. The sun shines thousands of beams of light. Baidicheng seems to be looking forward to his return.

I'm glad to be free today. Su Zong of Xiao Fang was also a good emperor. He stepped into the canoe happily, just like a fish returning to the river. The ship is like an arrow leaving the string, taking him as light as a swallow. The fishermen on the shore shouted "yo yo yo". Maybe they came home loaded.

Perhaps the boatman's singing was moving, which attracted the cries of countless apes on the river bank. Accompanied by the accompaniment, the clear and graceful apes took off. Sometimes they climb on the branches on the shore, and sometimes they sit on the rocks at the top of the mountain. Some people even raised their hands to greet him. The poet is no longer wandering, the poet is back! If people can be as carefree as apes, what is relegation?

Everything on the shore excited him, and he seemed to forget all the unpleasantness in the past. Because he is no longer tired of fame, interested in profit and hurt by love. He's so happy. All sentient beings, wait for him to go back to comfort Li Bai; What happened in this world, waiting for him to go back to heal.

At this time, nothing can stop his return, and no one can suppress his talent, so he wrote the following four-line:

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.

The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

The appearance of this poem means that Li Bai lived again and was born again. ...

The student successfully completed a class with high quality. It is mainly because he can read the profound meaning contained in the images in the poems when he is reading them, and exert his rich imagination when he is writing, so as to make Li Bai's artistic conception vivid.

Method 3: Hold high the lyrical banner and strengthen the psychological description of poetry.

Poetry is expensive and lyrical. Among all literary styles, poetry is the longest. The lyricism of poetry is closely related to life. The reason why China's excellent works have been handed down to this day lies in the poet's cordial dialogue with readers with true feelings. Even the masterpieces of emperors, ordinary people can also cause * * *. For example, Li Yu's How Sad Can You Be? Just a river flowing eastward "is a typical example. Because the universe is unchangeable, the impermanence of life is a universal law. When reading a poem, you should guess the psychological blank in the author's lyric. Poetry is tempered, and it is jumping. If you get into the habit of reading poetry, your psychological description will become extraordinary. Such as: Feng Yansi's "Golden Gate"

"The wind wrinkled a pool of spring water. Nothing was done. The believers in the pool folded the apricot flowers and crushed them gently on the path among the flowers. Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. I haven't seen Jun Jun all day, but I look up and smell the magpie. "

At the beginning of the word, the author pushes the spring scenery in a specific environment to the readers with the beautiful pen of "the wind rises at first and wrinkles a pool of spring water" with a specific lens. But its beauty lies not only in the description of the scenery, but in its skill of integrating feelings with the scenery, which subtly reveals the inner world of the heroine. The spring breeze stirred the water in the pool and also disturbed Sifu's heart. She, a rich young woman, has never come home because her husband is far away from home, so there is no need to say anything in her heart. With the passage of time and the alternation of seasons, spring comes to her quietly. At the beginning of spring breeze, spring scenery is charming. How can all this make her indifferent without arousing the melancholy of spring thoughts?

In this picture, the words "wrinkle", "leisure", "stroke", "independence", "hope" and "smell" are the best psychological descriptions. If used in writing, you can combine yourself or others to write a few wonderful psychological descriptions. A classmate in my class imitated my teaching method and wrote an exercise for reference only.

The swan song before the banquet (student practice)

He is an unfortunate man. 1200 years ago, the Tang Dynasty was in its heyday, and it never allowed him to show his ambition. Although he is an immortal poet Li Bai.

Thank you for your kindness. Although this is an idle official, at least you can stay in Beijing, and you are more likely to be promoted. The official who originally expected to be an official is far from the current official. He could have filed a lawsuit with the first-class official, handed over his own prescription for governing the country to the monarch, and filled his country with folk music. However, the cruel fact made him "but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise a glass to dispel our worries." Friends prepared banquets and said goodbye to him in succession, but he didn't feel a trace of comfort-although there were 1000 bottles of wine in gold glasses and 10,000 dishes in jade plates on the table.

He picked up the glass and chopsticks, turned around and quickly pulled out the scabbard, and jumped up on the pavilions where the car was lost. After a wild dance, I put my sword down vertically and looked around with a sad word in my eyes. It was his appetite that squeezed him out at first. Then, he got angry. Well, if you don't eat, you don't eat. Watch how I sing. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling in the back. "Anyway, I Li Bai has been running all my life. Even when I want to cross the Yellow River, the passage is blocked by ice. When I want to climb Taihang Mountain, it will snow heavily. However, Li Taibai is not doomed to be pessimistic, and he will have his own hopes and assumptions. He will follow the example of his predecessors and fish in Bixi. He will also dream of the sun by boat. Because he knew that even if he was "white-haired and thousands of feet, singing a song of everlasting regret", it would not help. It is better to hope for fishing and boating, seize the fleeting opportunity, and truly "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon!" ."

Then, he lamented the ups and downs of his career and thought about his hardships all the way, but he still got nothing. He used to be "a cloud rose between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart". Now I'm in Chang 'an, but I'm still incompetent. I can only write two poems to make the emperor happy when he is happy. At this time, Lao Li's heart was full of contradictions. He wrote poems such as "clouds want clothes, flowers want capacity" to please the emperor and the imperial concubine. He also wrote a cynical work, "An Neng urges the eyebrows to bend, and the powerful and powerful, no one will suffer from being exposed to an honest face"; I also firmly believe that I was born useful. He went to the platform and roared at the sky: Heaven is unfair, so why bother me?

He remembers, "because I had to put me and the bolt yesterday, it hurt my heart today." He's angry-I won't give up, I won't worry! He laughed and gulped it down. Wine is heartbreaking, intoxicating and exciting! His inspiration flashed through his mind like lightning. So, he picked up a piece of paper and put it under the inkstone, with a pot in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, and wrote 85 words in It's Hard to Walk.

The ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Thank Li Bai for writing this immortal poem for the world in the process of tempering, and also marvel at the arrangement of friends' banquets! Heaven and earth are long, so we should let go without being disappointed. ...

I remember that after I assigned this homework, it was difficult for me to finish it. This classmate borrowed Selected Poems of Li Bai from my study, read Li Bai's poems in my living room, and then did it in one go. Being an afterlife is awesome!

Method 4: Connect the images together, strongly display the background and strengthen the narrative of the poem.

China's poems, especially classical poems, tend to downplay time, place, people and events, leaving readers with a broad imagination. Such as Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems, you from the old country, tell me what happened there! . When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?

When we write a composition about our hometown, we can imagine the diluted time, place, people and events according to the key words of this poem, which strongly shows the hidden background. Who is this gentleman? Is it a friend of the author's hometown? Where is the author's hometown? What should I know about my hometown? How is the harvest in my hometown? Have the children in the neighborhood grown up? How are your parents? How about food, clothing, housing and transportation? Has anyone achieved fame? Is an elder in Gao Shou still alive? Who will you be at the window with tomorrow? Wife and children, or parents and friends? Was Han Mei planted by the poet himself or by others? Or a gift from a friend? Who used to like to eat cold plum? what did you say ? These implied backgrounds are very helpful to our writing. This is just an example.

Bloody North (student imitation)

Lu you is dying.

My son wants to call a doctor for him.

Lu you shook his head to stop and said, it's no use. Lu You has tears in his eyes. Lu you said, can miss be cured with medicine?

My son doesn't understand.

Lu you's eyes looked at the northern sky and she didn't want to come back for a long time. The son understands that when he was very young, his father told him that his hometown was in the far north. Father has told him thousands of times with his eyes, hands and words.

Lu You continued to write his poems. He can't write any more. He spit it out word by word and let his son remember it word by word.

The son cried and advised his father not to write!

The son really wants to ask his father, can poetry go into battle to kill the enemy? Can poetry recover the great rivers and mountains in the north?

There is also a cold reality. The son didn't tell his father that China people stopped reading poetry long ago. What China people like is the singing and dancing, warm wind and drunkenness of Hangzhou West Lake.

But my son dare not say.

Lu You roared and told his son to fuck that guy quickly, and Jin Ren was killed. Poetry, like an arrow of revenge, flies from Lu Youkou. Lu You said that poetry can also resist and kill the enemy.

The son left his father.

A loud slap in the face of his son Liu Youhou, can he be quiet in an emergency?

My son is at a loss. Suddenly, Lu You suddenly jumped up. With a huge roar, an arrow column rushed out of the mouth of the land tour, pierced the hut and shot directly into the northern sky.

That's father's blood! The son screamed to chase, but where can he catch up? Those angry blood spray to the northern sky, condensed into 30 Chinese characters:

Show children

I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

After reading it, my son looked back and saw his dead father, his eyes open and he was shooting at the same poem he had just written.

How can writing poetry kill people? The son was frightened.

The songs and dances on the other side of the West Lake are still continuous. Can you tell your father the good news when you are at home? Holding a bloody quatrain, my son looked blank. ...

No literary form can make people see the author's own image and even the author's beating heart like poetry. In poetry, the lyrical subject is either sentimental or bold and open-minded, or strong or forbearing, or actively using the world or avoiding it, or ignoring the powerful or caring for people's livelihood. Only by recognizing the images of these lyric subjects, hidden or explicit, and then grasping the pulse of their emotional flow, can we accurately enter the body and understand the meaning. Contact the image, extrapolate, combine the background of poetry, and write creatively, without worrying about finding a way to write.

"Look at a thousand swords and then recognize the device, practice a thousand songs and then sound." Although methods and techniques are sharp tools for decoding poetry appreciation, only by combining practice and skillfully guiding practice can they exert their infinite power. As long as we read widely, train hard, interpret poetry and apply it to writing, it is not difficult.