It is hard to go (Li Bai), Jin Zun, 1000 men, and a jade plate of dainty food calls for a million coins I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, will travel in the Taihang Mountains. I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun it is hard to go, the journey is difficult, and there are many roads. Now they are safe. The prison title wall (Tan Sitong) looks at the door and stops thinking about Zhang Jian, and waits for Du Gen for a moment. I smile to the sky from the horizontal knife. Drinking crazy songs and living empty, who is domineering? Breaking the ranks, giving strong words to Chen Tongfu (Xin Qiji), drunk and looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing horns and fighting for a long time. Eight hundred miles under his command, fifty strings turned over the Great Wall, and soldiers were stationed on the battlefield in autumn. Lu, who was made by horses, was as fast as a bolt from the blue. However, what happened in the king's world won him fame before his death. What a pity! Nian Nujiao's Red Cliff is nostalgic for river of no return, and the waves are exhausted. It is a romantic figure through the ages. On the west side of the base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms. Rocks are flying through the air, and the stormy waves are lapping on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. At one time, there were many heroes. In the past, Xiao Qiao first married, and he was handsome and heroic. He fanned himself with a black silk scarf, talked and laughed, and lost his strength. His country was wandering. Left leads the yellow, right holds the pale. Golden hat mink fur, thousands of riding roll flat hillock. If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, shoot the tiger and see Sun Lang. The wine is full and the chest is still open, so what's the harm! When will the emperor send someone down, like the emperor Wen of the Han dynasty sent feng Tang to the cloud to pardon weishang? He can bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius. Chen Tang (deputy captain of the Western Regions of Han Dynasty) killed my Han emissary in South Vietnam and slaughtered it as nine counties; Wan Wang killed my Han messenger, hanging his head in the north que; If North Korea kills our Chinese emissary, it will be wiped out immediately. Those who make me strong will be wiped out from a distance! All my life, I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals, hiding my sword in Lu Xuan, and I have been lost in thousands of battles. I claimed that I didn't mention the blade. I was born with my eyes full of pride. In spring, I met Jun Jun like a dream, smiling without a trace, saying nothing, and the fog was misty and misty. I bowed my head to think, but I was confused. Originally, there was nothing in the world, and there was no comfort. My heart was as cold as frost. I wrote my arms (Yue Fei) and rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing and resting in the When will the courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is short of food. I am eager to eat Hu Lu's meat and talk about drinking Hun's blood. When I start from scratch, I clean up the old mountains and rivers, and I am in the sky. The heroes of the world come out of my generation, and when I enter the rivers and lakes, I can't help but get drunk. I am riding a sword and waving a ghost rain, and my bones are flying like a bird. The world is like a flood of people, only sighing for a few people in the rivers and lakes. Summer quatrains (Li Qing The book cloud (Li Bai) who refused to cross Jiangdong. Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building's farewell school abandoned me yesterday, so I can't stay. Those who disturbed my heart today are more troubled. the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine, the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side and we both are exalted to distant thought want to go to the sky to catch the bright moon. but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, raise a glass to dispel their worries, and since the world can in no way answer our craving, the Ming Dynasty, sent out a boat search. Being arrested and occupied (Wang Jingwei) Street turned into a delusion. I am tireless in flying alone, ashamed to chase the waves and float in purple, and it is difficult to render from knowledge; When he was in a good mood, he recognized the blood stains and generously sang Yan City, and he was calmly a prisoner of Chu; Lead a knife into a quick success, not to bear the young head to stay in the soul, and the residual body to pay for the ash; Blue phosphorescence never dies, and it shines on Yantai every night.
Ancient poetry and prose recitation
Blossoms on a Moonlit River in Spring
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I go with the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moon on the riverside.
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like graupel (pronounced xian. The fourth sound).
Frost flows in the air and you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on Ting.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.
Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is overwhelmed.
Who's boat tonight, where to miss the moon building?
Poor people wander upstairs and the moon, so they should leave people to make up the mirror.
The jade curtain can't be rolled up, but it will be brushed on the anvil (a "finger").
At this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that China will shine on you month by month.
The swan goose flies in the sky, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, but I didn't return home in the poor spring.
The river flows away in spring, and the river falls on the moon and sets in the west (for rhyme, so read xiá).
Oblique (this is the beginning of the sentence, so don't rhyme, so read xié) the moon is full of sea fog, and (pronounced jié) Shixiaoxiang is infinite.
I don't know how many people return by the moon, but the moon (a "flower") shakes the trees all over the river.
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Ancient poetry recitation materials
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See white hair in the mirror
Zhang Jiuling
Yesterday, Qingyun Zhi,
Waste a hundred years.
Who knows that in the mirror,
I feel sorry for myself.
Ancient poetry
1, Guan Guanluo dove, in the river continent. The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. (The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanju)
2. I used to go, and the willows are yiyi; The road was muddy and hard to walk, and the thirsty and hungry. (The Book of Songs Xiaoya Caiwei)
3. If you know me, it means I am worried. If you don't know me, it means what I want. (The Book of Songs Feng Wang Shuli)
4, such as cutting, such as grinding. (The Book of Songs Wei Feng Qi 'ao)
5, a day, such as Sanqiu xi. (The Book of Songs Feng Wang Caige)
6, green scorpion, leisurely in my heart. (The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Zi Ji)
7. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs Qin Feng Jia Jian)
8. Smile and look forward to it. (The Book of Songs Wei Feng Shuoren)
9. Hands are soft and skin is like jelly. (The Book of Songs Wei Feng Shuoren)
10, people without instrument, what is immortality. (The Book of Songs, the Wind and the Rat)
1 1, the speaker is innocent, and the speaker is warned. (The Book of Songs, Preface)
12, the mountains are up, and the scenery is stopped. (The Book of Songs Xiaoya Chexia)
13, others have a heart, give it a thought. (The Book of Songs Xiaoya)
14, the high shore is a valley, and the deep valley is a mausoleum. (The Book of Songs Xiaoya)
15, stones from other mountains can attack jade. (The Book of Songs Xiaoya Heming)
Long ancient poems suitable for primary school students' poetry recitation
"Drinking asking for the moon" When will the moon come in the clear sky of Tang Li Bai? I stopped for a cup today and asked: You can't climb the bright moon, but the moon goes with people? As bright as a flying mirror, is the green smoke extinguished? But seeing the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds? The moon in the white rabbit daoyao autumn and spring, Chang oh lonely living with whom is the neighbor? Today, people don't see the ancient moon, but this month, they used to look at the ancients. If the ancients are running water, they can see the bright moon. I only hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines in the golden jar. "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" Zhang Ruoxu, Tang Dynasty, the spring tide is Lian Haiping, and the bright moon is born on the sea. Where is the spring river without a bright moon? The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines like a graupel. Frost flows in the air, but the white sand on Tingshang is invisible. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky. Who sees the moon on the river? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year? Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water. The white clouds are drifting away, and the green maple is full of worries. Who is going boating tonight? Where do you miss the bright moon building? If you wander around the upstairs and the moon, you should leave the makeup mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, but you can brush it back on the anvil. At this time, you don't know each other. I hope that the flowers will shine on you month by month. The geese will fly in the sky, and the fish will jump into the water in Long Qian. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, but I didn't return home in the poor spring. The river water flowed to the end, and the river pond fell to the west. The slanting moon was full of sea fog, and the stone was raining. Falling flowers shake the trees all over the river. Mulan's poems (folk songs of the Northern Dynasties) chirp and chirp, and Mulan weaves as a household. She doesn't smell the loom, but sighs from women. She asks what she thinks and what she remembers. She doesn't think, and she doesn't remember. Last night, I saw the military post, Khan ordered more soldiers, and there were 12 volumes of military books, all of which had the name of a grandfather. Grandpa is no big boy. I stayed by the Yellow River at dusk, but I didn't hear my mother calling a female voice, but I heard the flowing water of the Yellow River splashing. I said goodbye to the Yellow River and went to the black hills at dusk, but I didn't hear my mother calling a female voice, but I heard Yanshan riding a horse chirping. Wan Li went to Rongji, and the mountain was flying. The cold light spread gold and iron clothes. The general died in hundreds of battles, and the strong man returned for ten years. When he returned, he saw the son of heaven, who sat in the hall. The policy was twelve turns. I am willing to travel a thousand miles to send my son back to my hometown. My parents heard that my daughter came and went out to help the generals. When Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she should manage red makeup. When I heard of my sister's coming, I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. I opened the door of my East Pavilion, sat on my West Pavilion bed, took off my wartime robe, dressed my old clothes, dressed my temples as a window, and painted yellow on the mirror. When I went out to see my fire companions, I was surprised and busy: after twelve years of traveling together, I didn't know Mulan was a girl. The male rabbit was confused and the female rabbit was confused. Can I tell if I'm a male or a female when two rabbits walk beside each other? The official of Shihao (Du Fu) threw himself into Shihao Village at dusk, and some officials caught people at night. The old man went over the wall and the old woman went out to watch. Why should the official shout? Why bother when a woman cries! Before listening to the wife's speech: three men are guarding Yecheng. One man is attached with a book, and two men are newly killed. Those who survive drag out an ignoble existence, and the deceased is long gone! There's no one in the room, except my grandchild. My grandchild hasn't gone, and there's no end to her skirt. Although the old woman's strength is weak, please return from the official's night, and wait for the service of the river and Yang, so I still have to prepare for the morning cooking. The night is silent, like crying and choking. I'm going to the future in the morning, and I'll say goodbye to the old man alone. I'm singing a song with water (Su Shi's Northern Song Dynasty) (Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking and getting drunk Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is tonight. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid I'm too tall to be cold. Dancing to see the shadow is like being on earth. Turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, take no sleep. There should be no hate, why should we be round when we leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. It's hard to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will last for a long time. The thatched cottage is broken by the autumn wind (Du Fu Tang). In August, the high wind howled, and there were triple hairs on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled the suburbs of the river. The highest one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to the sinking pond depression. Children in Nancun Village Group There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world happy! The wind and rain don't move like a mountain? Whoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone! A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home (Cen Can "Tang") the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy. The bow of the general's horn can't be controlled, but it's hard to protect his iron clothes. The vast sea is dry with ice, and the gloomy clouds are bleak. The Chinese army buys wine and drinks to return guests, and the huqin pipa and the Qiangdi. It snows in the Yuanmen one after another, but the red flag can't be turned over by the wind. The east gate of the wheel platform sends you away, and when it snows all over the mountain road. The mountain. Today has hurt my heart even more, the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine, the bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven, and I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side, we both are exalted to distant thought, aspiring to the sky and the bright moon, but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, raised their glasses to dispel their worries. Life is not meant to be in the world, and the Ming Dynasty sent out boats. Watching mowing wheat (Bai Juyi's Tang Dynasty), the Tian family was less idle, and people were twice as busy in May. At night, the south wind started to rise, and the wheat covered the yellow. The women and aunts were full of food, and the children were carrying them. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. He is full of rustic heat and scorching the sky. He is exhausted, but he doesn't know the heat, but he regrets that the summer is long. There is a poor woman holding her son beside him. Her right hand holds the ear, and her left arm hangs the basket. Listening to her caring for her, it is sad for me. My family has lost all taxes, so I can feed my hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in agriculture and mulberry. I have collected three hundred stones, and I have surplus grain at the age of Yan. And sand, up from the desert, flies yellow into heaven, this Ninth-month night is blowing cold at Wheel Tower, and valleys, fill with the broken boulders like peck measures, that downward, headlong, follow the wind, in spite of grey grasses, Tartar horses are plump, west of the Hill of Gold, smoke and dust gather, o General of the Chinese troops, start your campaign!, keep your iron armour on all night long, in the middle of the night, the army marched in opposition to each other, and the limelight was like a knife. The horse hair was steaming with snow and sweat, and the five flowers were spinning into ice, and the grass in the curtain was condensed with ink. Lu Qi was frightened when he heard it, but he knew that the short soldiers were afraid to pick it up, and the strategist Simon stood in front of him. It was difficult to travel. The jade plate is worth ten thousand yuan. If you stop drinking, you can't eat. I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry will climb the Taihang Mountain with snow. I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun it is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, are you safe now? There will be wind and waves.
Recommend ancient poems suitable for recitation
Blossoms on a Moonlit River in Spring
Year: Tang Author: Zhang Ruoxu Style: Yuefu
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I go with the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight on the riverside?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like graupel.
Frost flows in the air and you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on Ting.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky.
Who first saw the moon by the river? When did Jiang Yue take photos at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is overwhelmed.
Who's boating tonight? Where do you miss the bright moon building?
Poor people wander upstairs and the moon, so they should leave people to make up the mirror.
The curtain of Yuhu couldn't be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other, and I hope that China will shine on you month by month.
The swan goose flies in the sky, and the fish Long Qian jumps into the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the idle pool, but I didn't return home in the poor spring.
The river water flows away in spring, and the river pond falls on the moon and sets in the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.
I wonder how many people will return by month? Falling flowers shake the trees all over the river
A Visit to Sky-Mother Mountain in a Dream
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai Style: Seven Ancient Categories: Wandering Immortals
A seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach.
But Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, still seen through its varying deeps of cloud.
In a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China.
With the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
My heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, flying over the Mirror Lake Moon overnight.
And the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River.
With the hermitage of Xie still there, and the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.
I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie, up a ladder of blue cloud.
Sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space.
A thousand twists and turns, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.
Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, startle the forest and make the heights tremble.
Clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist.
The Gods of Thunder and Lightning, the hills are crumbling. Cave stone gate, venting in the pit of heaven.
An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace.
And, clad in rainbow garments, riding on the wind, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one.
With tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly started up and grew long.
My pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in.
And this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
When will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer,
And ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you. Oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office,
Who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face.
Reading and appreciation of ancient poetry and prose
Du Fu (7 12~770), a poet of the Tang Dynasty, was born in Gongxian County, Henan Province, with a beautiful word. He was once recommended by Yanwu as a festival staff officer in Chengdu, and was a member of the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology. Later generations called it Du Shaoling. Du Gongbu Du Fusheng was the grandson of the famous poet Du Shenyan in a family with a literary tradition. He studied poetry at the age of 7 and became famous at the age of 15. After he was 20, he could be divided into four periods. From the 19th year of Xuanzong Kaiyuan (73 1) to Tianbao for four years (745), Du Fu lived a romantic life, roaming around wuyue and Qi-Zhao successively. During this period, he failed to take the Jinshi exam in Luoyang. Tianbao became close friends with Li Bai in Luoyang for three years. He broke up with Li Bai in the autumn of the following year and never met again. There are more than 20 poems of Du Fu in this period, most of which are five laws and five ancient poems, represented by "Looking at Yue". From five to fourteen years in Tianbao, Du Fu was trapped in Chang 'an and was poor. After ten years of offering three articles of "Great Gift Fu", Xuanzong appreciated them and ordered the Prime Minister to try the articles; But nothing came of it. It was not until October of the 14th year, one month before the Anshi Rebellion, that you Wei led Cao to join the army. Frustration and personal hunger and cold made him objectively realize the corruption of the rulers and the suffering of the people. He has gradually become a poet who cares about the country and the people. His creation has undergone profound and great changes. Immortal masterpieces such as The Garage Car Shop, two for the road, Before the Embankment, After the Embankment, and Going to Fengxian County from Beijing for 500 words and such cautionary sentences as "The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road is frozen to death" have emerged. The poems handed down in this period are about/ Most of them are ancient poems with five or seven words. From Su Zong to Deyuanzai (756) to Ganyuan (759), the Anshi Rebellion was the most prosperous. Du Fu also experienced hardships, but his creative achievements were great. After the fall of Chang 'an, he went to Lingwu in the north to join Su Zong, but he was captured halfway, caught in a thief for nearly half a year, and then fled from Chang 'an at the risk of death and returned to Fengxiang Su Zong, where he was left to be picked up. Soon after, he was left by the house case. Farewell to Chang 'an. During this period, Du Fu had a clearer understanding of reality, and successively wrote famous works handed down from generation to generation, such as Sad Chen Tao, Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Qiang Village, Three Officials, and Three Farewells. In 759, when Guan Fu was starving, Du Fu was disappointed with politics. After beginning of autumn resigned, he passed through Qin Zhou and Tonggu. Most of them are masterpieces of Du Fu's poems. During the period from the first year of Su Zong Shang Yuan (760) to the fifth year of Dai Zong Da Li (770)10/year, Du Fu lived in Shu Zhong for eight years and Jing Xiang for three years. In the spring of 760, he built a thatched cottage by the Huanhua River in Chengdu, and lived there intermittently for five years. During this period, he was exiled in catalpa and \. In late spring of the following year, he moved to Kuizhou. In 768, he left the gorge, moved to Jiangling and Gongan, and arrived in Yueyang at the end of the year. In the last two years of his life, he lived in Yueyang, Changsha, Hengyang and Leiyang, and spent most of his time on a boat. In the winter of 770, Du Fu died on a boat from Changsha to Yueyang at the age of 59. Before his death, he wrote a 36-rhyme long poem "Wind Disease" He still thinks about the national disaster. In this year 1 1 year, he wrote more than 1000 poems (including more than 430 poems by Kuizhou), accounting for five-sevenths of all Du Fu's poems. Most of them are quatrains and rhymes, but also have long lines. His masterpiece is "A Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind".
Poetry recitation composition
Today, the school held a large-scale poetry recitation to celebrate Children's Day.
There are also teachers and students from other schools to visit. First, class one and class one perform.
With the crisp voice of the students, Class One and Class One soon finished reciting the poems. Then there are Class One and Class Two, Class One and Class Three ... Each class has come up with its own unique skills and performed the recitation incisively and vividly. What impressed me the most was Class One and Class Two. The students in this class wore clean school uniforms and had beautiful dances.
When students dance, their movements are neat, uniform and clean, just like a person dancing. Our class is not bad, too. The recitation of "Manjianghong Angry" shows Yue Fei's hatred of Xiongnu and those villains around the emperor. When reading "Qinyuan Spring Snow", I completely expressed * * *' s praise for the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
Everyone's recitation is very emotional, with clear words and cadence. Coupled with the beautiful sound of playing the piano and the rapid sound of playing the piano, it adds * * * and highlights to our recitation.
But the fly in the ointment is that the reader mispronounced a word, and we all sweated for him. Fortunately, he was able to keep calm in time and didn't panic because of a wrong word, leading everyone to finish the whole program in a leisurely way.
From this, I learned that it is impossible for a team to succeed by one person's efforts, but by everyone's cooperation and unity. Only when one learns to unite can one succeed.
Those who can't unite are doomed to be losers in their careers.
The feeling of reading Chinese ancient poetry 600 words about "the feeling of reading Chinese ancient poetry"
Ancient poetry is the essence of the Chinese nation and a bright pearl in the treasure house of world culture. Reading ancient poetry has been listed as an important content: primary school students are required to be proficient in reciting certain ancient poems. As the ancients said, the way to write is to accumulate a lot of ancient poems and realize the accumulation of "quantity", so as to fully absorb the essence of ancient poetry and get the infiltration of ancient culture. Thus enriching one's language. The school has always attached great importance to students' recitation and accumulation of ancient poems, which has broadened students' horizons, improved students' humanistic cultivation and achieved good results. In order to better promote and inherit the long and splendid culture, this semester, our school conducted a comprehensive quality competition on the accumulation and recitation of sixth-grade students. This competition requires us to adopt the method of full participation and activity display in sixth grade. I have some feelings as a school-based teacher during the implementation process: 1, from the accumulated quantity, it is required that our school-based teachers need to grasp at ordinary times and practice in daily life. It is really: without some cold, No plum blossoms smell fragrant. 2. The reading activities of Chinese classics carried out by the school are of far-reaching significance. The classics that best represent the essence of the Chinese nation's 5,000-year culture are important works such as San Zi Jing, Di Zi Gui, Qian Zi Wen, Da Xue, The Doctrine of the Mean, The Analects of Confucius, Lao Zi and Classic of Chinese Ancient Poetry, which are reflected in each period. I think students' gains will be great. Primary school is the golden age for students to remember. Children can memorize classic poems by heart, spend their whole lives feeling and practicing them, which will definitely benefit them for life. When implementing school-based curriculum, the school requires students to try to write and revise poems! One student in the class wrote in his composition: "I like reading Chinese classics, which makes me learn a lot of knowledge and a lot of truth." Indeed, in the activities, we saw the progress of our children. 3. With the efforts of teachers and students, the reading of ancient poetry and prose gradually deepened. The biggest beneficiary of reading ancient poetry and prose is students. Reading a large number of poems that can cheer up and moisten life will benefit students for life. Teachers and students read emotionally. It's intoxicating to enter the country. The neat and beautiful poems with profound meanings, just like a piccolo, play attractive tunes, which make people daydream, sigh, cheer and forge ahead. 4. Always make unremitting efforts to read ancient poems. Reading ancient poems is a long-term task, which should be persisted for a long time, and cannot be superficial and performative. Our class uses morning reading and classes. Adopt flexible and diverse evaluation methods to extend to families, arouse students' enthusiasm for reciting ancient poems, and make this enthusiasm last forever. 5. Personally, I think that reading ancient poems should be combined with reading, and the class should have its own plan, not covering everything, but with the characteristics of the class. 6. Reciting ancient poems requires that the fourth, fifth and sixth grades should be carried out on the basis of memorizing, and that the ancient poems that can be memorized should be written silently. Accumulate reciting from seasons, flowers and trees, ancient poems with numbers, describing frontier fortress or military life, describing friendship farewell, and cherishing time. At this point, because of graduation, students have a relatively good grasp. Reading Chinese classics, like an invisible pointer, urges our teachers not to forget to "recharge" after work. The students' loud reading sounds are still ringing in their ears. Through reading ancient poems, Not only has the cultural heritage of the Chinese nation been widely spread, but also students' interest in reading has been improved in this activity. At the same time, students' comprehensive quality has also been improved. We will continue to carry out this activity in depth in the future education and teaching work, so that the Chinese essence of "ancient poetry" can really penetrate into every child's heart.