Fishing Songs with Pictures

Teaching Objectives

1, read the poem aloud with feeling, and memorize it,

2, recognize the words "stuffed", "hats", "loons", "hats", "hats", "loons", "loons", "loons", "loons" and "loons". and "heron".

3. Imagine the picture of the poem and understand the meaning of the poem.

4, through the expansion of the verse reading, to experience the poet's love of nature, yearning for freedom.

The key points of teaching

Imagine the picture of the poem and understand the meaning of the poem.

Through the expanded reading of the poem, the poet's love of nature and yearning for freedom can be realized.

The Teaching Process

I. Uncovering the Interest, Introducing the Topic

1. Today, we are going to learn a piece of lyrics written by Zhang Zhihe. His name is not Mom and Dad's grandfather, is the emperor gave him. 16 years old, he won the graduate, wrote a folding to the emperor, listed a lot of good prescriptions for governing the country, the emperor sealed him as an official, gave the name Zhang Zhihe, hope he is calm. Today, we are going to learn one of his words, students read the topic.

2. Fishermen's Songs is the name of a lyric, and each line has a specified number of words. Literati then fill in the words, and some were composed to sing. Second, read the words, learn the vocabulary

Fishing Songs

Tang Dynasty-Li Xun

Chu mountain green, Xiang water strained, the spring breeze tantalizing to see insufficient.

Grass is luxuriant, flowers are clustered,

The fishing boats and anchors continue to sing each other¤

Let's believe in floating and sinking, no control, fishing back to the moon to return to the bay song.

The wine is full of wine, the clouds are full of clouds,

I don't see the honor and disgrace of the world.

The autumn of Ogi, the night of Xiaoxiang, the beautiful scenery of Orange Island is like a screen painting.

In the blue smoke, under the bright moon,

The dinghy angling for the first time¤

Water is the countryside, the canopy is the house, fish soup and rice are often meals.

The cups of wine are full of wine, the shelves of books are full of books,

and fame and fortune do not hang on the heart.

Willow, flower, and warbler cry in the spring.

Throwing a light boat, out of the deep pool,

Singing the fisherman's song slowly to go back to his home

Stopped hanging silk, and sipping spiritus, the lone village points to the place where the clouds cover.

Down in Changting, on the deep ferry,

Scared up a line of sand herons.

The mountains of Jiu Doubt, the water of San Xiang, the autumn winds of the time of the flower of the rushes.

Between the water and the clouds, in the mountain and the moon,

Throwing on the moon and playing through the clouds

Drumming on the qin, pouring on the ants, the flatboat can get away from it all by itself.

Anything, no fixed stop,

No discussion on the earth to wake up and get drunk.