Forever Regret
I have reached the age of nine. In the past seven or eight decades, from the countryside to the city; From home to abroad; From primary school, middle school, university to foreign research institute; From? Aspiring to learn? To exceed? Do what you want from your heart? , twists and turns, bumpy, not only through the yangguan avenue, but also through the wooden bridge; After? There is no way for mountains and rivers to be suspicious? , see again? Another village? Joy and sadness go hand in hand, disappointment and hope Qi Fei, I have had many experiences. If you want to talk about regrets, you can find them everywhere. To choose the deepest, truest and most unforgettable regret, that is, the permanent regret, is also within reach, because it has never left my heart for a moment.
My eternal regret is that I should never have left my hometown and my mother.
I was born in an extremely poor village in northwest Shandong. My grandparents died early, leaving three brothers, such as my father, alone and helpless. The youngest uncle sent someone. My father and my uncle left their hometown and went to Jinan to make a living. At this time, they are only in their teens and twenties. In a big city where there are no friends, it must have been through hardships that Uncle Jiu settled down in Jinan. So my father went back to his hometown and said he was a farmer, but he had no day to farm. It must have gone through a lot of hardships. Uncle Jiu sometimes sends some money home from Jinan, on which his father lives. Somehow, I found my daughter-in-law, who is my mother.
later, I heard that our family was indeed rich for a while. About the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, Jiu Shu used the last fifty cents left in his pocket to buy a tenth of the Hubei flood lottery ticket and won the prize. The two brothers discussed it. Want it? Return to your hometown with wealth? Go home and raise your eyebrows and spit. So he shipped the money home, and Jiu Shu still stayed in the city, and his father made plans for the village. He bought bricks and tiles and built a house at ridiculous prices. And bought a field with a well at a ridiculous price. At that time, I was excited and really proud. It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and my father used absurd and bizarre ways, as if Song Jiang was auspicious and open-minded to entertain friends from all over the world. In a blink of an eye, the built tile house was demolished to sell bricks and tiles. Fields with wells have also changed their owners. The whole family returned to the original information. It was at this time that I was born into the world under such circumstances.
of course, my mother experienced this great change personally. Unfortunately, when I lived with my mother, I was only a few years old. Tell me, I don't understand either. Therefore, our family suddenly rose and fell this time, which was only a flash in the pan, and I still don't fully understand it. I'm afraid this will become a mystery forever.
I'm too young to tell you how I live at home. Anyway, I ate very badly, which I know. According to the standards at that time, eat? White? (of wheat flour) is the highest, followed by eating millet flour or stick flour cakes (yellow), and the last time eating red sorghum cakes, which are red in color, like pig liver. ? White? No contact with our family. ? Yellow? It doesn't have much fate with us. Only people who spend all their time with each other? Red? . This? Red? Bitter and astringent, it's really hard to swallow. But if you don't eat, you'll be hungry. I'm really talking about it, okay? Red? The color has changed.
However, children also have their own ways. My grandfather's cousin is a juren, and his wife I call her grandma. Their branch is rich and has land. Although juren is dead, my grandmother is still built in. The family is still very good. Her own grandson died early, so she devoted all her love to me. She is the whole official village can eat? White? One of the few people. She not only eats by herself, but also sets aside half or a quarter of a white-flour bun for me every day. As soon as I wake up every morning, I immediately jump off the kang and run to grandma, and shout loudly:? Grandma! ? She immediately smiled from ear to ear, put her hand back to her fat sleeve, punched out a small bun from her pocket and handed it to me. This was the happiest moment of my day.
besides, I can eat a little occasionally? White? I bought this with my own labor. When it comes to the summer wheat harvest season, our family has nothing to harvest at all. My aunt and aunt Ning, who live across the street-their family is also extremely poor-took me to the rich land in our village or other villages? Pick up wheat? . So-called? Pick up wheat? Even if the long-term workers of other families cut the wheat, there will always be a little bit of wheat ears left. These are not worth picking up, so we poor people will come? Pick up? . Because there will never be too many rides, we only pick up half a basket for half a day. However, for us, this has been a treasure. My aunt and aunt must have taken special care of me. A child of four or five years old or five or six years old can pick up ten catties and eight catties of wheat for a summer. These are all rubbed out by my mother. In order to reward me, after the wheat season, my mother ground the wheat into flour. Steamed into a bun; Or paste it into white flour cakes to satisfy my cravings. So I ate a lot.
I remember one year, my performance in picking wheat may be a little bit? Extraordinary? . On the Mid-Autumn Festival-what does the farmer say? August fifteenth? -My mother got some moon cakes from somewhere and broke one for me, so I squatted down beside a stone and ate. At that time, for me, moon cakes were really wonderful things, and the dragon liver and phoenix marrow were hard to match. I rarely ate them once. I didn't pay attention to whether my mother was eating. Looking back now, she didn't eat a bite at all. Not only moon cakes, but also others? White? Mother has never tasted it, so she left it to me to eat. She probably spent her whole life with red sorghum cakes. In the disaster year, you can't even eat this, so you have to eat wild vegetables.
as for meat, the memory of eating seems to be blank. Next door to my mother's house is a workshop selling boiled beef. The old ox, who has worked hard for farmers all his life, can't plow any more when he is old, so several farmers buy it at a very low price, kill it in an extremely barbaric way, boil the meat and sell it. Old beef is hard to cook, and there is really no way. Farmers urinate in the meat pot, so the meat is rotten. Farmers are kind-hearted, and when this happens, they will tell their neighbors: Don't buy meat today! ? My mother's family is poor. Although she loves my grandson very much, she can only use clay pots and spend a few dollars to make money. A jar of beef soup is better than nothing. I remember once, there was an extra cow's belly in the jar. This has become my patent. I couldn't bear to eat it all at once, so I cut it piece by piece with a rusty iron knife and ate it slowly. This tripe is really comparable to the moon cake.
? White? Moon cakes and tripe are rare. Yellow? How about that? Yellow? It is also rare. But although I am only a few years old, I have figured out a way; In spring, summer and autumn; Grass and crops have grown outside the village. I will mow the grass outside the village, or chop sorghum leaves in other people's sorghum fields. The landowner not only does not prohibit it, but also welcomes it. Because when the leaves are split, the ventilation can be improved, the sorghum can grow better and the grain can be beaten more. Grass and sorghum leaves are for cattle. Our family is poor and we have never raised cattle. My second uncle's family has land and often keeps two big cows. My grass and sorghum leaves are for them. Whenever I, a child with less than three pieces of dried bean curd, walk into the second uncle's door with a big bundle of grass or sorghum leaves on my back, I am not afraid to wait on the grass in the cowshed, and I can always get a meal if I don't leave? Yellow? Eat. When it comes to the Chinese New Year, I feel in my heart that in the past year, I have made great contributions to feeding cows and have the courage to go to my second uncle's house to eat yellow flour cakes. Yellow flour cake is steamed with yellow wheat and dates. Although the color is yellow, it ranks? White? Besides, because it is only eaten once a year during the Chinese New Year, things are rare and expensive, so yellow flour cakes are expensive.
all I said above was food. Why do you talk about food when you talk about your mother? The reason is not complicated. First, as a child, I care about food easily. Second, almost all the delicious things I mentioned above have nothing to do with my mother. Except? Yellow? She doesn't touch anything except. I stayed by her side until I was six years old, and then I went home twice for a short time. Now that I recall, even my mother's face is blurred, without a clear outline. In particular, I find it difficult and easy to understand: I can't recall my mother's smile anyway. She seems to have never smiled at all. Her family was poor and her son was far away. She suffered a lot. Where did the smile come from? Once I went home and listened to my aunt Ning across the street tell me: Your mother often says: If I had known I couldn't come back after sending him out, I wouldn't have let him go! ? How much bitterness and sadness there is in a short sentence! Mother doesn't know how many days and nights, looking far away, looking forward to her son's return! However, this son never returned until his mother left this world.
I was at a loss about this situation at first, and I didn't understand it deeply. By the time I went to high school, I was a few years older and gradually understood. However, depending on others, the economy cannot be independent, and there is no ambition, so it can't be realized. I secretly made up my mind and made a vow: once I graduated from college, I found a job myself and immediately welcomed my mother. However, before I graduated from college, my mother left me, forever and ever. The ancients said:? The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, but the son wants to raise it and not stay close? That's what should be said to me. I can't bear to imagine my mother thinking of her beloved son when she was dying. When I think about it, my heart will crack and tears will fill my eyes. When I rushed back to Jinan from Beiping and back to Qingping from Jinan to attend the funeral, I saw my mother's coffin and the humble house. I really wanted to bump into the coffin and go underground with my mother. I regret it. I really regret it. I should never have left my mother. No matter what reputation, status, happiness and honor in the world, there is nothing like staying with your mother. Even if she doesn't know a word, even if she eats all day? Red? .
this is mine? Permanent regret? .
The teaching plan of "Permanent Regret" for the eighth grade Chinese
Teaching objectives
1. Knowledge and ability: learn to master the true and natural description method of this article and feel the complex feelings in this simple language; Be sure to read the difficult words and idioms in the text and master their meanings.
2. process and methods: the teaching of this paper mainly starts with finding the clues of the article, and then explains them step by step in paragraph order around the clues. The methods used mainly include question method, discussion method and reading aloud method.
3. Emotion, attitude and values: guide students to experience? Children want to raise and don't stay close? Guide students to understand the love of their parents and relatives, let students examine their own behavior, cherish family ties and explore the best way to get along with their parents and relatives.
Teaching emphasis
1. Feel the complex and deep emotions from the real and plain language, and carry out emotional education for students;
2. Learn and master the true and plain description method of this article.
Teaching difficulties
1. Clues of this article;
2. There is not much description of mother in the article, but it is touching. Why?
teaching preparation
preview, small blackboard
teaching hours
teaching process
first class
1. Introducing new lessons
1. Students, let's recite a poem "Ode to a Wanderer" by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. This poem expresses the poet's sincere praise for his mother and son. Today we are going to learn an essay "Forever Regret" which also reflects the deep affection between mother and son. (writing on the blackboard: regretting Ji Xianlin forever)
2. Before learning the new lesson, let's get to know the author Ji Xianlin. Please look at the courseware. This is Mr. Ji Xianlin. I have arranged for my classmates to preview new lessons last class, so which classmate will tell me about the author of this article?
Clear: Ji Xianlin was born in 1911 in Linqing County, Shandong Province. Professor Peking University, Academician of Chinese Academy of Sciences, China linguist, literary translator, Sanskrit and Pali expert. Grandfather Ji Laotai, father Ji Silian, mother Zhao, farmer. Uncle Ji Sicheng. At the age of 6, he went to Jinan and went to his uncle Ji Sicheng. Go to a private school to study. After 7 years old, I studied in Xinyu Primary School attached to Shandong First Normal School. At the age of 1, I began to learn English. At the age of 12, he was admitted to Zhengyi Middle School and transferred to the high school attached to Shandong University six months later. I began to learn German in high school and became interested in foreign literature. At the age of 18, he transferred to Jinan Provincial High School. In 193, he was admitted to the Department of Western Literature in Tsinghua University, majoring in German. And made friends with his classmates Wu Zuxiang, Lin Geng and Li Changzhi, known as Tsinghua's Four Musketeers? . After graduating in 1934, he taught at Shandong Provincial High School in Jinan. In 1935, he was admitted to Tsinghua University as an exchange graduate student, went to Germany to study, and studied Sanskrit, Pali, Tuhuoluo and other ancient languages at the University of G? ttingen. Received a doctorate in philosophy in 1941. Returning to China in 1946, he served as Professor Peking University, Professor and Head of the Department of Oriental Languages and Literature. He presided over the compilation of large-scale series such as Sikuquanshu Bibliography Series, Handed down Books, Fuzhou Cultural Integration, Oriental Cultural Integration, etc. In recent years, he served as the chief consultant of Confucianism and the National Studies Institute of China Renmin University. His works have been compiled into 24 volumes of Collected Works of Ji Xianlin.
3. Teacher: At the time of writing this article, Mr. Ji was nearly ninety years old, but he was still worried about a past event, which shows how profound this event is in his heart. So, what is it that makes this 9-year-old man unforgettable and never let go? Let's approach the memories of Mr. Ji Lao together.
teaching new lessons
(1) word accumulation
teacher: I want to invite a classmate to come up and annotate some words on the blackboard. Who wants to come up? (small blackboard)
it's terrible (qi? Ng) fuzzy (m? ) outline (ku? ) cultivate (gēng y? N) simple (l? U) no chance (yu? N) at your fingertips (tu? ) lonely (l? Ngd Ο ng) The land where the cone stands (zhuī Ο) Confused (měng) Everywhere is (f ψ) white flour steamed bread (m? ) under the fence (l? )
(2) Grasp the clues of the full text
1. Ask students to read the text silently. Think about two questions at the same time: (small blackboard)
(1) What is the main content of this article? It expresses such feelings?
(2) What is this article about? That is, what is the narrative clue of this essay?
2. Teacher: Everyone has read the text just now. What is the content of this article?
clear: recall the poor life at home as a child? Mother gave me all the delicious food to show her concern for me? My guilt for not serving my mother well? On the whole, I expressed my nostalgia for my mother. (The main contents of the blackboard writing include: (1) recalling the poor life at home when I was a child; (2) My mother gave me all the delicious food to show her concern for me; (3) I feel guilty because I can't serve my mother well. (p> 3. Well, now that we have made clear the main content of the article. Then, what is this article about remembering my mother?