1 the game is about to start, and my heart is full of excitement and excitement. For this competition, my back is thirsty and my voice is a little hoarse every night. How can I not perform well in this competition?
Let me briefly introduce the rules of the game: the whole class is divided into two groups for PK. The teacher drew lots. After reporting the title of a poem, word or song, see who stands up first and that person will recite it. Wrong deduction in the back 10, guaranteed score 100.
The game began with the cheers of the students. The teacher messed up the signs, picked up one of them, opened it carefully and smiled at us. "This is a poem with a title of four words." The teacher looked around and said quickly, "The title is Chengnan Village". I immediately stood up and looked at many people who had stood up in the class. "Yu Ge and Yi Wei stood up at the same time." Haha, I actually recited the first song. This must be a good start! I recited it in my mind and could recite it all. Great! At this time, Lian Ming recited it fluently and won applause and cheers from another group. Not to be outdone, I recited correctly, and a group of us were equally excited and had nothing to say. At present, the score is110:110, which is a tie. ..... The third song, the teacher thought for a moment and said, "Well, you can only stand up when I say the beginning, or you will be fined ten points!" The teacher pulled out a sign "Like a Dream Order". I was so excited and nervous that I forgot what the teacher said just now, and my legs stood up involuntarily. I looked around and saw that no one stood up, but I was still secretly happy. "Oh-"Another classmate looked at me with a cry and a smile. The teacher also looked at me with a smile. I immediately found something was wrong and patted my head. Oh, how could I forget this! The teacher just said ... Oh, really, I gave my classmates a wry smile. ...
How time flies! It's almost time to sign the winner. The score at this time is 150: 150. The whole class is full of tension, let's make a last-ditch effort for our group! This time, the teacher was unexpected. He didn't say a big circle, just said, "Huanxisha begins!" The whole class didn't react and stood there. Just when my ass had left the chair halfway, I was about to stand up, but Xin stood up slowly, looking at her classmates and teachers while standing. I thought: now that Xin has stood up, I don't want to sit in the chair any more.
Then the whole class suddenly realized that another group of students regretted it. Not to mention how happy our group is! But the result was beyond our expectation. Xin, who has always been extremely clever, can't recite it. The classmates next to her kept reminding her, but Xin still couldn't recite it. "Five, four, three ..." The students in the other group shouted more happily and excitedly, but the more we listened and watched, the more anxious we were, and the more anxious we stamped our feet. Until the last second, Xin couldn't recite it. To our great disappointment, we lost!
This game is just a game, and the game will win or lose. We will be optimistic about the result of this game and will not work hard for it. In addition, this game has brought us a lot of laughter!
Everyone is familiar with the word reading, but you may not understand it when reading and choosing books. The ancients wrote in the classic "Disciples Rules" that "it is not a holy book, ignore it. Coincidentally and bad. " There is also such a stress when reading. "There are three ways to read." Mind and mouth, believe it. "
My youth began with reading aloud.
When I was in the first grade, my father wisely chose Disciples Rules, a classic of China traditional culture, for me, and found a teacher Cui who taught me to read. When I first arrived at Mr. Cui's house, Mr. Cui made a standard 90-degree bow to us as soon as we met. At that time, I was young and only knew what a teacher did. So I bent down slightly in a daze. So my first reading class began.
In a small living room of more than ten square meters. Teacher Cui led me to sit at a table. She sat opposite me. This is my first close contact with Teacher Cui. She has a Zhang Yuanyuan face, a pair of serene and loving eyes under thin black eyebrows, and speaks softly and slowly. My heart suddenly relaxed. At this time, Teacher Cui said, "The teacher will tell you why you bow first. First, you bow to yourself-always remind yourself to be modest. Second, bowing is for each other-learning to respect others is the most basic virtue of being a man. Ok, let's start learning to read aloud. Teacher Cui said: "There are several points in reading aloud.
1, wash your hands first, in order to keep the books clean and tidy.
2. Sit still for a while to get rid of hyperactivity.
3, reading should also be "Disciples Rules", "every word is meticulous, heavy and comfortable.
Don't be anxious and don't be vague. "The meaning of this sentence is to tell us to be clear when reading, not too clear, not too fast and not vague. Then Teacher Cui taught me to read Disciples Rules paragraph by paragraph until I became familiar with them. After reading it, my heart is clean and peaceful. This pure and serene heart has been with me until now, although sometimes impetuous, but when I think of Teacher Cui's teachings. My heart will calm down soon.
At that time, Teacher Cui also told me that the original name of Disciples Rules was Xun Mengwen, which was written by scholars during the reign of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty according to Article 6 of The Analects of Confucius: "Disciples should be filial, be brothers, be sincere and believe, love all the people, and learn to write if they have spare capacity." Later, it was revised and adapted by Jia Cunren in the Qing Dynasty, and it was compiled into a 1,080-word Disciple Rules. There is a saying that "read it a hundred times, and its meaning is self-evident." As long as we do things and read aloud with a sincere and clean heart. Nothing is unsuccessful.
In this way, I developed good reading habits when I was a teenager. Later, due to leaving Mr. Cui, the habit of reading began to be intermittent. Now I feel particularly regretful, regretting that I didn't spend time studying hard at that time. I hate books that are used. Now I regret it and am determined to continue learning to read. Try to make classic reading accompany me all my life.
There are many famous professors and scholars in China cultural and educational circles, such as Wang Liqun of Henan University, Kang Zhen of Beijing Normal University, Li Bo of Nanjing Normal University and Yi Zhongtian of Xiamen University. These are the leading talents in China universities. Of course, in universities with abundant talents, in addition to the above-mentioned teachers, there are many top talents, such as Meng Man of Central University for Nationalities and Yu Yang of Central South University. Although the two teachers are women, they are rigorous in their studies and have a place in academia. Today we will discuss these two teachers. Who do we all like better?
Yu Yang, a native of Changsha, Hunan Province, is a professor at Central South University, and holds a master's degree in philosophy and a doctor's degree in literature from East China Normal University. Teacher Yu Yang has appeared in hundreds of lectures for many times, talking about Lu Fangweng, who is chivalrous and tender, and Qu Yuan, who knows Nalan's worries and talks about the Dragon Boat Festival. Besides, Mr. Yu Yang is also a college student in a poetry project, which is called "Good Poetry in China".
Since the program started, Zhao Zhongxiang and Yu Yang have been permanent guests of the program. Later, Teacher Li Bo from Nanjing Normal University also participated in the program. Through the explanation of poems in China's Good Poems, I feel that these poetic cultures have penetrated into her heart, naturally. Just like in China's Good Poems, Teacher Yu Yang commented on the poem, saying that there are many generous and sad people and many beautiful women in Zhao Yan, which shows her yearning for Zhao Yan. At that time, Guan Zhixing Yu Entai asked her about Xiaoxiang. Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang replied, "Hunan women have feelings." Yu Yang replied: Only Chu is talented and prosperous. That is an excellent answer.
Meng Man, a native of Hebei, Manchu, a professor at Minzu University of China, and a doctor of history in Peking University. I first met Mr. Meng Man and listened to her introduce Wu Zetian in Lecture Room. After many years, I felt very kind to see her at the Chinese poetry conference. She is the resident tutor of China Poetry Conference and the only woman among the four tutors.
In Beijing, where there are many universities and famous teachers, Ms. Meng Man can stand out, enter our field of vision and be loved by us, which shows that her strength is really strong and she also has her own position in academia. Although Mr Meng Man is a doctor of history, he knows poetry like the back of his hand. Her comments on "Chinese Poetry Conference" are witty, fascinating and approachable, and are deeply loved by the audience.
After watching the programs of two teachers, I firmly believe in one sentence, that is, "If there are poems hidden in my heart, the years will never be defeated." The beauty of women will disappear with the passage of time, but this temperament and fragrance will never disappear.
Soon, the study of Unit 5 was over, and we were brought into a fairy-tale colorful poetry world. We wander in the world of poetry and enjoy the wonderful poems to our heart's content.
I found countless treasures. Tang poetry is fluent, Song poetry is beautiful, and Yuan music is pleasing to the ear. Traveling in the world of poetry, I learned a lot about the thoughts and feelings of poetry, and also got some methods of appreciation, knowing the lives of some poets. While reading the poem, I carved it and vaguely imagined the artistic conception of the poem. This way of reading poetry makes me feel very comfortable. However, our harvest is insignificant, just like a drop of water in the sea and a green leaf in the forest.
Reading Wang Wei's Chai Lu, I saw the quiet scenery of empty mountains and deep forests; When reading Du Fu's quatrains, I feel cheerful and passionate. After reading Liu Yuxi's Autumn Wind, I felt his homesickness. ...
In this activity, I also became a little poet! Good words and sentences accumulated in my mind are gathered together like leaven. I wrote a modern poem "Rainbow" with surging emotions. I read it proudly and was praised by the teacher! Don't mention how much you like it!
I sorted out these absurd poems and compiled a collection of poems. I read these wonderful words beautifully and enjoyed these poems full of wisdom. I feel refreshed. "Poetry is really a bright pearl in the treasure house of literature!"
Poetry is a breeze, which makes people relaxed and happy, and poetry is a beam of sunshine, which makes people full of warmth. Let's read more poems in the garden of poems and let them accompany us all our lives!
Time flies, and when I look back, I have lived in a primary school campus for six years. How many memories are unforgettable in these six years? I remember the experience of writing a poem for the first time at the end of last year, which has always made me unforgettable.
I still remember that one month before the competition, during class, the teacher announced a good news: "My motherland, I love you" written by xxx (that is, me) in our class during the National Day was well received and entered the poetry finals of primary school students in the city! " At that moment, I couldn't believe my ears, but when the teacher repeatedly affirmed and the students congratulated me, I realized that this was not a dream! Excited, I feel that I am not qualified for this "heavy responsibility". Winning the prize is just a fluke. I have no confidence in myself. But the teacher has always encouraged me to regard this competition as an opportunity to study and exercise, and not to care about gains and losses. After that, every time I went to physical education class, the teacher would put down his work to coach me; After returning to China, I also kept practicing writing poems, hoping to live up to my teacher's expectations.
On the day of the competition, the teacher was also present to support me and cheer for me; I also work hard at writing, hoping to write better poems. At the same time, the teacher also won the honorary title of "Best Instructor".
On New Year's Day, I went to the award ceremony. Although I was a little disappointed to know that I only won the third prize, I felt great gains after the end, because when I heard the excellent works of the students who won the first prize, the facts made me feel ashamed. They have too much to learn. In fact, I didn't lose, but won, which left me with good memories during my six years in primary school.
In order to learn the theme activities with poetry, the teacher specially gave us a lesson with poetry. The teacher said, "Poetry has a great influence on one person and even the whole literary world. Therefore, we must collect more poems to increase our knowledge. "
The teacher first introduced us to the types of poems, and then taught us to classify them. So, we studied various classifications.
Besides, we used to be little poets! I wrote a song "The Sound of the Wind":
Woo-hoo-hoo
Who awakened my dream?
oh
So the wind came to play with me.
I play games with the wind.
On the green grass.
I feel good about myself. One of the students wrote a poem "Unfortunate Homework", which made us laugh all the time. In fact, if you think about it carefully, this poem writes the voice of our students. Why can you write such a good poem? It turned out that the teacher explained to us how to write poetry, which is her credit! Classmate's poems are so wonderful in all capitals. We sit quietly, listen to other people's poems, swim in the ocean of poems together, and feel the fun that poetry brings us.
Through this comprehensive study, we have gained a lot, such as: knowing the classification of poems, collecting a lot of poems, and most importantly, learning how to write poems!
This is an unforgettable comprehensive study, and I learned a lot from poetry.
What is poetry? Poetry is a street lamp, illuminating our direction; Poetry is a boundless sea, from which "treasure" can be excavated; Poetry is a key that can help us open the door to knowledge. Today, there is a poetry reading in our class. Come and have a look with me!
After Lin Yicheng briefly described the rules of recitation, we began.
First of all, Bing Wang, Wang Zheyu and others read the poem "Little Bridge". After reading it, my mind seemed to see the little bridge where the author walked back to his hometown. What a sweet picture! Author Jin Bo expressed his nostalgia for his hometown in beautiful language, which is the charm of poetry!
Next, it's our group's turn, and my heart is always uneasy, just like fifteen buckets of water-up and down. Because I am not good at reading, I often can't read my feelings. We walked to the front of the platform, lined up and began to recite "Night, Entering the Forest". Soon, it was my turn. At this time, my heart suddenly calmed down a lot. When I read "Their Life is Hard", I saw the scene of the bobcat and its children starving and freezing in the cave. They are really a one-dollar dish-two baskets (difficult)! When I read "I want to run around in the dark", I seemed to see bobcats looking for food in garbage dumps and streets again. They are so sad and great! When we read "as if walking into poetry and painting", a quiet and beautiful forest seemed to appear in front of my eyes. Finally finished reading, the whole class sounded an avalanche of applause. ...
It's time to read China Youth. We all stood up, and these words, which were originally difficult to read, are now flowing like clouds. We finished reciting the poem in a high and proud voice.
It's finally time to read the first prize. Listening to their poems, I seem to have entered the world of poetry. I am intoxicated by beautiful sentences and beautiful language. Those rhetorical devices are even more beautiful when added to poetry.
Poetry can not only make people feel relaxed and happy in Zhi Tao, but also feel the charm of poetry!
The morning light gradually uncovers the night, another beautiful morning, another new sun, arrival on earth with beauty and blessings.
With the crowd getting up early, I came to school with a happy and comfortable mood. A fresh air mixed with cool breeze came to my nose, and I took a deep breath and felt very comfortable.
Walking on campus, flowers and plants are full of vitality, and crystal dew drops one after another on delicate flowers and green leaves like pearls. At this time, the birds in the tree began to chirp and sing beautiful songs.
Look, the playground is very lively. Students entered the campus one after another, and some students began to clean the campus to make it cleaner. Some students are reading the text aloud and fighting for the final exam; Some students are exercising to make themselves stronger. ...
A red sun rises slowly from the eastern horizon. The light will not be as dazzling as the noon sun, nor will it be as weak as the dusk sun. It looks gentle and affectionate!
Poetry Composition 9 "Shh-"I suddenly shut up when I was walking on campus. "Why?" Asked the companion. "Listen, smell and see …" I said mysteriously. "Cut!" The companion sneered. "These are the poems of the earth!" I am positive color way. "Ha ha ....." Companion smiled more happily.
Don't believe it? Listen. Listen to the bird that gets up early and does morning exercises. When you didn't wake up, it began to sing a strange and beautiful song. Obviously, the source of the melody is determined from a distance. It's this tree. When you approach, you feel that the voice of nature is coming from the other side, so it is futile to follow the voice. And stand here. The morning sunshine is full of warm tunes, accompanied by a breezy breeze, and the overtones are just right, not to mention the melodious tunes. You can listen carefully, but the tune has drifted away, leaving behind the noise and welcoming the new sun, as if welcoming hope. Poetry of the earth is a song of hope played by birds.
Don't believe it? You smell, you smell the small flowers covered with iron bars, secretly surging with fragrance, with a sweet and cool taste. When you get close to flowers and bones, you smell them, but they are not very fragrant, but you gradually move away, but the fragrance is disturbed and stuck in your nose. On a hot afternoon, I took a swig greedily when I came back, but how can I stop that moment of youth? At this time, you will smell a quiet place full of green leaves, as thin as silk thread and as shallow as nothingness, but it is true. You only dare to sniff and spit carefully, hoping to put others' share into your heart basket, but you don't want to desecrate this elegant beauty. At this moment, you have a little understanding of the songs contained in that breath. Poetry of the earth is an introverted song brewed by flowers and leaves.
Don't believe it? You see, you see the small flames jumping in the west, and the bleak and lifeless dusk has won some extraordinary colors. You must say "the sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night", but I didn't. Look carefully. I'm moving. At dusk in the mountains, why don't you stubbornly squeeze out light from the cracks in the trees to show me? He worked so hard, so persistent, it was obvious that he had been reduced to a desperate situation. Why didn't he give up? You stare at Venus floating among the leaves in the crevice. Isn't it Mars that he finally burned himself and released light? Besides, we are still young and can't despair. Even if we fail, how can we be defeated? Looking at the sunset, obviously tired but still tenacious support for a day, there is a faint heat flow into your eyes, and your heart finally understands the songs that have flowed. Poetry of the earth is a lasting song played by the sunset alone.
Children, don't underestimate the poetry of the earth. It gave me hope, taught me to be introverted and told me to persist. I love the poems of the earth, not only his teachings, but also his singing day after day.