The text of Unit 5 in the second volume of Chinese Grade 7 includes Wisteria Waterfall, A Little Peach Tree, two foreign poems and five ancient poems. What is written is "literally". The first task of writing practice is to choose a scene or thing you like and write a writing fragment. The second task is to expand the writing fragment of the first task into an article of not less than 500 words.
When teaching this unit "Wisteria Fall", I have a deep understanding of the feelings expressed by the author, and at the same time I deeply feel the subtlety of the author's writing skills. Therefore, when completing the writing task, the idea of letting students learn to describe and feel the scenery came into being.
So, I took my students to observe the flowers on campus in one class. One was a pink rose among the flowers in front of Siyuan Building. When observing this rose, the students saw the different pink petals of the rose, and immediately understood the "shades of purple" written by Zong Pu. There are many bees around the petals of Chinese rose. I guide students to think about this rose comprehensively with various sensory feelings. When observing another rose in front of the Olympic Pavilion, the students found that this pink rose was particularly different among the green trees. From these two flowers, I guide students to observe other flowers on campus, such as the lilac tree next to the pavilion, the morning glory on the echo wall, the rose on the first floor of Suntech Building and so on.
The next day, share the writing fragments. Students shared the theme of "Campus Bloom", including Chinese rose, lilac and dandelion. I was surprised to find that some students who are not good at writing will be very active in this class. When students have real feelings, "writing" is not difficult for them. They can write carefully and well. In a 40-minute class, the students are busy reading their own writing fragments, and I am busy guiding the revision one by one. None of us think this class is very long, but we think it is very substantial. While the iron is hot, I arranged a training exercise to expand this writing fragment into an article, which can imitate the brushstrokes and ideas of Wisteria Falls and take a week to complete. Interestingly, during this week, one day it rained, and the rain hit the petals, making them fall a lot. Seeing such a scene on campus in the morning gives students a hint that they can watch it again and feel it again.
After two writing instruction classes and a week's writing time, the exercises presented by the students are really different from the previous ones, especially some children with poor original writing ability and perception ability, which made me very pleased. After reading the students' words, I know that such writing is life and meaningful. No matter what the students' writing level is, they have been improved in this exercise. In fact, there are no students who are unwilling to write. If you have experience, you are flesh and blood and affectionate!
But at the same time, I also reflect. First of all, this kind of writing instruction class is very time-consuming, and it is impossible to do it every time with limited class hours. It is necessary to reasonably arrange the required class hours for different writing contents. In addition, because the evaluation and revision were completed at the end of last semester, it is deeply regrettable that a thorough evaluation could not be given. So at the beginning of this semester, I took this exercise out again, rethought and combed it again, and contacted the writing content of Unit 3 in the first volume of the eighth grade, and contacted my previous feelings to implement the writing teaching of writing landscape articles again.
Writing teaching is a difficult point in Chinese teaching. I think real writing needs to pay attention to life, and can't overemphasize writing skills. Learning writing from life, taking writing as daily life, and guiding students to understand that writing is life and life needs writing, this is the true meaning of writing teaching!
Guide and modify students' homework:
Dandelion in the sun
Fan Xiaoyu,/kloc-class 0/2, grade 20 18.
At noon the other day, the golden sunshine was spinning around the campus, and everything was full of vitality. On campus, I don't know how many saplings are standing on the lawn next to the Olympic Pavilion, trying to stand upright to show their straightness. Occasionally, there will be some bright spots in this piece of green, just like three Chinese roses in the grass. The bright and bright colors are refreshing, and bees and butterflies are flying around, but this bright color seems to be a bit uncoordinated in a piece of green with different shades, just like a strange graffiti.
Few people have noticed that there are two humble dandelions blooming their own beauty near this rose. Sunlight dances on their golden flowers. Layers of golden petals, like the skirt of a flower girl, are deep and shallow. The golden flower is so humble, but it is still so full of vitality. They blend in with the surrounding green, golden yellow is a symbol of light, green is the color of life, and their colors are so soft, just like a picture full of green. When the sun shines on this "picture scroll" full of vitality, everything seems so quiet. Dandelion is very tenacious. They are not flowers in the greenhouse, but survivors who have experienced the wind, frost, rain and snow in nature. Nature is undoubtedly cruel, and the so-called survival of the fittest will be eliminated. Little dandelion is undoubtedly tenacious. Every petal of them clings together and faces the test of nature together. Maybe they can't stand proudly in the storm, but after the storm, when the sun shines on the earth again, they will become full of vitality.
Flowers bloom and fall, dandelion fruit appears. The white fluffy ball faces the sun, waiting for the breeze to come. The breeze blew, and they started a small "parachute" trip. ...
Born ordinary
? /kloc-class 0/2, grade 20 18? Baiyibo
Buds bloom, the path is full of new life, and the air is full of new life's hazy and yearning for the world. Hold your breath and you will see another year of flowers. Standing and listening, you can hear the laughter of new life, and you can hear the groans of the difficult growth of vegetation. The whole campus is full of the joy of life.
In a lush green, between the shelter of pine and cypress, there is a touch of bright rain, which is clusters of flowers. It is like a creature in the sky, enjoying shelter from the wind and rain among brave gymnosperms. This gorgeous rain is clusters of Chinese rose flowers, and the pollen is so bright that it seems to be splashed with paint, so free and easy. So pink, deep and shallow, as if there is a virtual reality, hazy, very pleasing. There seems to be a hint of fragrance between pink and tender, and a hint of pink is rendered between fragrance. A drop of nectar overflowed from the edge of the petals, which seemed to be dyed pink by the petals, adding a little business to the roses. Look, it sings to the wind and sings the longing for life. However, I feel neither refined nor narcissistic. Looking at it, I can't help but feel that it is more like a teenager who is eager for self-independence and enterprising. Even under the protection of pine and cypress, it is not satisfied with the status quo, but is more eager for the truest beauty of nature! It is growing, no matter the branches are broken, it is still growing, no matter the wind and rain. Because since I chose a distant place, I only care about bitterness and difficulty. Its self-confidence and self-improvement are symbols of courage!
I stared at it for a long time and couldn't help being shocked and sighed by it. I feel more about nature's pursuit of self-improvement. No matter how beautiful I am, there is only one profound concept in my bones-since there is no aura of God, then you and I are born ordinary and should feel ordinary beauty! ?
Rise in adversity
/kloc-class 0/2, grade 20 18? hou yifan
Chinese rose, a beautiful flower; Rose, a meaningful flower; Rose, my favorite flower. ...
There is a beautiful Chinese rose in front of the Olympic Stadium in our school.
Looking at the Chinese rose from a distance, many white spots appeared on the branches surrounded by bushes. Take a closer look, there are some pure white flowers on the branches, which are about to drop. Look carefully, the pure white petals are still a little tender pink, which feels like a girl's white face. Chinese rose also has green serrated leaves and many green thorns on its stems. When I smell it carefully, I seem to smell a faint white and sweet aroma, which makes people feel very comfortable. A breeze blew, the Chinese rose shook, and several petals fell gently. This photo is so beautiful and touching. In winter, Chinese rose flowers are surrounded by bushes, so they can't see the sunshine and can't get people's love and praise. Therefore, it must strive to grow in adversity in order to usher in its own spring.
Before I remembered, my grandmother also had a Chinese rose, which was planted in the garden. My grandmother wants it to produce beautiful flowers, so she waters and fertilizes it regularly every day. At noon in summer, the leaves were sunburned, and my brother lovingly held an umbrella beside him. Although I have experienced the careful care of my family, I always feel that it is not very lively and the flowers are not very gorgeous. I wonder if my family is too worried.
Look at this rose in front of you. It seems that no one cares, but it is full of vitality. The gorgeous flower is full of wildness and vitality. I think that if we are alive, we should be brave enough to be ourselves, strive to be ourselves, and make ourselves the most beautiful flower among hundreds of flowers, just like this rose in adversity!
Bloom your own beauty
/kloc-class 0/2, grade 20 18? Su chenyi
I don't know why I'm a little upset and anxious recently. Maybe it's the exam. The students in the class are all caught up in this tension, working hard one by one and never seem to raise their heads.
After lunch, I walked into the campus and looked up at the sky. It is so clear, like a lake, like a child's innocent eyes. My eyes fell from the sky and a bright pink flashed before my eyes. I can't help thinking: what is that? I took a closer look, oh! It turned out to be roses! I began to observe it involuntarily, and its charm made me stare for a long time and stood still. Its environment is also excellent, surrounded by trees, which can be described as "stand out from the crowd", and the green branches are not trimmed, which is also very beautiful and full. What is more striking is its pink flowers. It is not easy to produce beautiful flowers on the branches like a net. Petals are deep above and shallow below. Inadvertently in a touch of crimson, you will suddenly see a faint pink hidden in the crimson. After the heavy rain, when the rainbow flashed in the sky, she looked more pink and swollen. Yellow stamens contain a lot of pollen that attracts bees. No, there are some bees nearby. As soon as the bees fell, they flew again, making the flowers tremble and dodge around. I enjoyed this interesting scene and forgot the time. When I left, I saw some withered flowers under the vibrant flowers. The color of the flowers is not so bright, mixed with some black residual petals, dull. ...
After a while, when I think of those flowers, I always think of a touch of brilliance and a little darkness. In this bright color contrast, I always feel that experiencing glory and loneliness is the best process of life, just like a person's life.
Morning glory under the bush
Wang Ruyi, grade 20 18, class 1 1.
I can't help admiring.
It is not as brilliant as peony, nor as dazzling as rose, nor as charming and enchanting as rose. It blooms beautifully under the thorny bush by the pool. It has only one petal, which looks like a trumpet, which may be the reason for its name. Let's go Its stamens are white all week, purple and pink gradually precipitate to the edge of petals, and water waves refract on its petals. Cool is a shy girl.
It is unknown, not delicate, not grandstanding, its horn seems to be broken, and it can't hear the cheerful "Didi Lili, Didi Lili". Just open it carefully, open it. However, it is not alone. It is accompanied by the waves, and an ant crawls around it, which perfectly interprets a flower and a world, and it is very lively.
It is raining. I'm afraid it will be destroyed by rain. I ran anxiously, only to see a few fragmentary petals fall on the ground, but more morning glory bloomed in the rain. After the rain washed away, the morning glory people are stronger and hold their heads high. The raindrops whirled in the petals, shining like pearls. And deep and shallow bright purple grows and jumps in this thorn.
Yes, it is not as fleeting as a famous flower. It grows and climbs among thorns, and stubbornly competes with weeds for nutrients. What a tenacious bunch of flowers!
I have never seen such a strong flower! I have never seen such beautiful flowers! I couldn't help touching its petals, which were soft, but I felt inexplicably stiff. I think, people should be as positive, indomitable, tenacious and unknown as it is, and don't envy fame and fortune!
Huanghua proudly
/kloc-class 0/2, grade 20 18? Wang ruize
In the early morning, the shower began crazily.
I walked into the campus with an umbrella and glanced at the Chinese rose in the garden as usual. Hey! It's pathetic. On weekdays, it is graceful and graceful, but today, it is like a broken backbone, quietly bent down. The sound of rain seems to laugh at the Chinese rose. However, in the face of such heavy rain, what flowers can stand? I thought the same thing.
I only heard a plop, and my foot stepped into the stagnant water because I didn't look at the road. Water splashed on my trouser legs, and a cold wind blew, making me tremble with cold. I couldn't help looking down and suddenly saw a small yellow flower. It is so humble and grows in a colorful place. Today, it's especially beautiful. The rain flows through the yellow petals, making it more delicate and charming, and the cold wind blows, making it show a feminine posture. Raindrops hit it like water sprite, and some petals were scattered all over the floor, but it remained unmoved and the branches stood still. It is not as lush as wisteria, nor as enchanting as Chinese rose. The only bright spot is yellow petals. But today it is the winner in this garden, because it blooms a spirit today-a spirit of struggle that never gives up when encountering difficulties.
A gust of wind blew, and the little yellow flower swayed from side to side, which suddenly reminded me of the math exam a few days ago. It can be said that some people are happy and others are worried. People who get full marks in the exam are naturally happy, while those who fail in the exam like us are secretly desperate. In retrospect, it's ridiculous! Wouldn't it be even more hopeless if I gave up my efforts? If I sink like this, how should I choose my future path?
Intermittent rain, flowers in the garden, yellow flowers bloom proudly in rainy days. ...
Campus peony
Grade 20 18, class 1 1? Wang yuting
The days since long summer are straightforward, uneventful, and things are piecemeal, which is not worth mentioning. Walking into the campus and looking around, after dark green and sparse red, Xia Zhishi in late spring is a lush scene.
Look! The peony in front of me stopped me. Her elegance and nobility, her fragrance of orchids and musk intoxicated me. Peony is in full bloom and colorful. Peony flowers show their beauty, compete with each other and are colorful, just like the country of flowers. Kao Hua, swaying in the wind, seems to be the colored stone slurry used by the goddess to mend the sky, like the colorful glow of Penglai Xiange, red and white, woven into a small carpet. A peony poked its head out, showing a little pink on its white and tender face, like a shy girl's pink cheek. There is a little bit of mercerization in the blossoming peony flowers, and the sunshine shines on the flowers, which makes the original beautiful flowers more enchanting and makes me want to pick one, but how can I give up such a beautiful flower?
In the next few days, it rained all the time at night and went out in the morning. The peony flowers on campus had a unique charm. Raindrops rolled down mercilessly, but peony flowers were not afraid at all, and were still in full bloom on the branches. The color is so pure that there is no noise, and the drizzle covers the peony with a layer of gauze. The clouds cleared, the rain stopped, and the sun shone brightly on the peony flowers. Flowers are flapped by the wind and rain, greedily sucking the warm sunshine, and crystal raindrops are like pearls under the sunshine. Some buds bloom like shy little girls and are more energetic against the green leaves. With a glance, a delicate flower hung its head and completed their final mission. Petals hit by rain are scattered all over the floor, as pure as snowflakes. I don't know whether it is rebirth, hope or destination. Falling flowers remind me of a poem by Gong Zizhen: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Yes! They fall down slowly, lie quietly on the dirt and close their eyes safely. This is the most beautiful moment after they bloom!
In fact, people have feelings, flowers also have feelings, and everything in the world has its own feelings. I met a flower and suddenly remembered myself.