1.20 18 Three-dimensional design rereads the answers to ancient poems in textbooks, anxious to "rain in the Qingming period". Whenever there is a continuous spring rain in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it always reminds me of He Zhu's Jade Case: "If you ask, how much leisure?" Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum yellow rain. "

Don't you understand the sadness that pervades people's hearts when you see such a poem? Qingming's worries and worries are not idle worries, but real worries with reasons, because we have to pay homage to our ancestors on this festival. In ancient Tomb-Sweeping Day, there were many customs, such as forbidding fire, eating cold food and sweeping graves because of mesons, as well as hiking, planting trees, swinging, playing polo and inserting willow branches.

This festival is full of vitality. In this festival, you can comfort your deep sorrow and sustenance. Qingming is a Qingming day, but there is also a deep attachment in this day.

During the Qingming Festival, I always think of many people consciously or unconsciously, sometimes a name, sometimes a detail, sometimes even a phone number, or a clear and distant melody of a song. My memory is related to some of the dead and some of the living, but the past involved has also passed away.

Tomb-Sweeping Day gave us a reason to indulge our feelings, and we can fly to the horizon with our thoughts. Just like those kites tied with strings, no matter how far or near, there will always be a string called Qingming. On this day, I am sure that the people I can remember are my grandmother and my father.

Memories about my grandmother appear in my dreams again and again, and the dream will always be the day when I last saw her. I vomited blood all night. In order not to delay my exam, she quietly hid half a jar of blood, washed her shoes and socks, arranged her hair, and sat by the bed waiting to send me to school.

Before becoming a monk, grandma stopped me, stuffed two oranges into my hand and said, be good, go to the exam, and grandma will sit here waiting for you when she comes back. /kloc-that summer when I was 0/5 years old, I returned to my small yard. I haven't left my grandmother's yard since the full moon, and I saw that the edge of the bed where my grandmother had been sitting for 15 years was empty.

Ask my mother, ask my uncle, they said that my grandmother was in hospital, and they also said that I would go to see my grandmother after the exam and take her home. I took one exam after another, which was the senior high school entrance examination for my junior high school graduation. The next day after the exam, I came home and saw my mother and uncle sitting in the living room, looking dignified. The first words they said made my head explode with a buzz.

What they tell me is that when you grow up, they want to tell you something. Then I learned that grandma had been in the hospital for three days and left.

When I entered the hospital, the tumor in my stomach was broken, and people soon lost their shape and lost weight. The doctor said that the operation is meaningless to an 80-year-old man, so let his favorite child come to see her off. However, my strong grandmother told my mother and uncle to let the children remember me sitting by the bed and sending her to school. This will scare the children, so I won't see her.

I don't know if this is grandma's lifelong regret or if this is her real pride. I don't know if this is the regret of my life or my luck.

My grandmother, in this way, returns to my dream every Qingming, without panic or haggard, always with clean shoes and socks and calm eyes. Another person I often think of is my father.

My father was the first man I met in my little girl's life. He is the arm that can always indulge her willfulness, care for her irrationality, give her human trust and love, and be as warm as the mountain behind her forever. I don't know how many teenagers it takes for my daughters to solve the misunderstanding of fatherly love one by one. Father loves warmth but is reserved.

Father sometimes prefers to regard love as a great secret. When I was a child, my feelings for my father were just harsh. I even feel like Jia Baoyu in the Grand View Garden. My grandmother takes care of me as kindly as Jia Mu, but my father, who doesn't go home often, always brings back so many books and wants to check how my poetry and calligraphy practice are. In my eyes, he is Jia Zheng.

He was the first person who taught me to recite poems, read ancient Chinese and copy. Until I went to the Chinese Department for graduate study, almost every paper I wrote, my father had to revise it word by word, not only the level of the article, but also the order in which I reversed my pen. So he often revises more articles than my original figures.

But until my father died, I was still a little afraid of him. It was not until many years later that my mother told me something I didn't know before my father died. It was his 60th birthday. It was freezing in Beijing at that time. I'm in college. I rode home from school at noon and bought a big cake.

I was afraid that the cardboard box would break the cake, so I rode home in the cold wind with the handlebar in one hand and the cake box in the other. Running to the fourth floor, I said happily, "Dad, I will go to class in the afternoon, come back from school and celebrate your birthday in the evening. Let's eat this big cake. "

Dad took a casual look and said, "hey, this is what you children eat." I don't eat this. " I thought at that time, it was a shame, but I didn't think much about it when I saw my father laughing, so I ran back to class.

When I came back from class, my mother had taken the cake out of the box. We cut the cake together, talking and laughing. I remember pasting maple leaves on white cardboard, writing poems and making birthday cards for him.

Dad had a good time on his 60th birthday. Although he said he didn't like cake, I think he ate the whole plate. Many years later, my mother told me another version of this story.

After I went to school that afternoon, a family friend came to my home, a little boy named Tao Tao who just went to college. Dad said to him, "Tao Tao, this is the cake that your little Dan sister just bought for me. I don't like it. Please accept it. "

Tao Tao was so happy that he left with the cake. After a while, less than an hour after school in the afternoon, my father, like a child who made a mistake, began to fidget in the room. My mother asked him what was wrong, and my father whispered.

2. The classical Chinese about reading happiness is biting.

A hole was drilled in the wall to get light from the neighbor's house.

Reading with the light of fireflies in bags or the reflected light of snow-pursuing knowledge under difficult conditions

Cock crow and practice sword-diligence and self-discipline

Reading China's ancient poems again during the holiday reminds me of the rich culture of China, and reminds me of a sentence said by the famous scholar Ji Xianlin: A country cannot do without natural science and engineering technology, but it can't do without science and technology. We should pay more attention to our own cultural traditions and cultivate the humanistic quality of the younger generation. In order to fill the blank of humanistic quality education in China and realize the desire of cultivating the next generation with sound personality, our primary and secondary school teachers can't leave precious resources unused in the process of quality education for their children, that is, ancient poems.

Although Mr. Ji left us not long ago, his thoughts have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Read the ancient poems again and feel the same way with Mr. Ji. The value of ancient poetry lies in carrying forward the culture of the Chinese nation. What a nation needs is a cohesion of spiritual strength. If you lose your cultural foundation in the process of entering the new century, you will have deviations. The ancient poetry is the crystallization of China traditional culture, such as the essence of Tang poetry and Song poetry, Song Yuan and Wei and Jin articles. In our real life, some children know about the Internet and football, but they can't recite a few ancient poems and lack a basic understanding of their own nation and culture. In the long run, it is not conducive to the promotion of the national spirit. After going abroad, some primary and middle school students chat with foreign friends. People know China's Confucius, Yijing and Laozi, but they don't know what they are talking about. Ancient poetry is the carrier of China culture. Reading ancient poems is a way for children to understand national culture and accept the influence of excellent culture. Reading more ancient poems is conducive to cultivating sentiment, strengthening self-cultivation and enriching thoughts.

I think the value of ancient poetry lies in that it can broaden people's horizons and purify people's hearts. Ancient poems mainly show the poet's concern for all things in the universe, including the pursuit of beautiful things and the denunciation of ugly reality. If we recite Meng Haoran's "I wake up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds are singing all around" and Wang Zhihuan's "You have broadened your horizons by three hundred miles". Take it to the next level ",in this sonorous and melodious, blurted out, what we realize is people's concern for natural life and a state of mind stretching. I remember when one of my children was reading Compassionate Farmers, she asked me inexplicably: "If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn", does it mean a bumper harvest of grain? I told him that your understanding was correct. But the child said to himself more confusedly: Why did the farmer starve to death again? I'll give it a nudge here at once, and the children will understand all kinds of contradictions in the feudal society before.

While reading ancient poems, we can also learn a lot about history, geography and culture, which broadens our horizons. Take a sentence from Du Mu's "Crossing Huaqing Palace": Chang 'an looks back at the embroidered pile, and the top of the mountain opens a thousand doors. As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south. When children read this, we can tell them that the first two short sentences are about rich and severe palace weather, so children feel a cultural scene of ancient society. In order to let children know that it is ingenious and profound to expose the extravagance of Emperor Ming of the Tang Dynasty, some geographical and historical knowledge, such as "Chang 'an is the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, litchi is produced in the southern region, and Yang Guifei is the four beauties of ancient times", will also be very strong in children's memory. Another example is Du Mu's Red Cliff, Bo Qinhuai, Jiang Nanchun, which I think is very well written and is undoubtedly a good comprehensive textbook of history, politics and literature. In ancient Chinese, after reading and reciting Confucius' quotations, we can easily find that we have broadened our horizons, broadened our minds and thought deeper and further.

There is an urgent need for some simple classical Chinese.

King, retreat to Jinling. One day, I was traveling alone in the mountain temple with a towel and a stick. I met several guests and talked about literature and history. Sitting under it, people don't care. A man asked Xu Gong, "Is it the Book of Changes?" The public is just passive. Ask him his last name again, and he surrendered and replied, "An's surname is Wang." Everyone was scared and fell down in shame.

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King, retreat to Jinling. One day, wrapped in a piece of silk and on crutches, he went to the temple alone. There he met several people who talked about literature and history. Wang Anshi sat next to them, and no one noticed him. A guest asked him slowly, "Do you know documents, too?" Wang Anshi replied vaguely. When people asked his name again, Wang Anshi bowed and replied, "My name is Wang, and my name is Anshi." This group of people left with their heads bowed in fear and shame.

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Lv Mengzheng "xianggong" doesn't like to remember people. When I first joined the imperial court, a courtier pointed at me in the curtain and said, "Is a boy also involved in politics?" Meng Zheng pretended not to hear. The same row of anger justified it, and Meng Zheng stopped. It's too late to regret going to the DPRK. Meng Zheng said: "Once you know his name, you will never forget it. It is better to be ignorant. Don't ask, what's the harm? " When people take measures.

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Mr Lv Mengzheng doesn't like to remember other people's mistakes. When he first took part in politics, when he went to court, a court official pointed at him in the curtain and said, "Can such a rude person take part in politics?" Meng Zheng pretended not to hear and went over. His colleague was so angry that people asked the official's name. Meng Zheng quickly stopped his colleague. After the incident, his colleagues were still indignant and regretted not asking questions. Meng Zheng said: "Once I know his name, I will never forget him. I'd better not know. What's the loss of not asking his name? " People at that time admired his generosity.

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Hua Xin and Wang Lang both took refuge by boat, and one of them wanted to attach it, but it was difficult to attach it. Lang said, "Fortunately, it is still wide. Why not? " After the thief chased him, the king wanted to give up his man. Xin said, "That's why I became suspicious. That's why I doubt it. Now that I have accepted it, I would rather abandon evil in a hurry? " So I saved my life as before. The world used this to judge the merits and demerits of China and the king.

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Hua Xin and Wang Lang took refuge together by boat. One of them wanted to take their boat, and Huaxin was embarrassed. Wang Lang said, "Fortunately, the ship is still spacious. Why is it difficult?" After a while, the bandits caught up with him, and Wang Lang wanted to leave the people who had just boarded the boat. Hua Xin said, "That's why I hesitated just now. Now that he has been admitted to the ship, the situation is critical. Where can I keep him? " So I continued to take him on the road. The world also judged the merits and demerits of the two kings.