Ancient poetry reading

Recite ancient poems for about two minutes. Classic and bold. It's best to recite poems, like boundless hone or something.

(Li Bai) It's a long road in Xiu Yuan. There are thousands of people in golden cups and jade dishes, and there are thousands of people in empty lanes. I left food and cups and lamps behind, and I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger, and I looked around in vain. I wanted to cross the Yellow River, but the ferry was blocked by ice, and it would be Taihang. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing to the sun with a boat. The road is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many roads. Now they are safe. The prison wall (Tan Sitong) looked at the door and stopped thinking about Zhang Jian, waiting for Du Gen for a while. I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife. Crazy songs, empty life, who is domineering? Breaking the array, giving Chen Tongfu (Xin Qiji) strong words, watching swords drunk, dreaming of blowing horns and fighting for a long time. Under the command of 800 Li, 50 strings turned over the Great Wall, and stationed in the battlefield in the golden autumn. Horse-made Lu, as fast as a bolt from the blue. However, what happened in the king's world earned him a reputation before his death. What a pity! Nian Nujiao's Red Cliff is nostalgic for the River of No Return, and the waves are exhausted. Is a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the base, it is the Red Cliff in the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang. Rocks are flying in the air, crashing on the shore and rolling up thousands of accumulated snow. Once, there were many heroes. In the past, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time and handsome and heroic. He fanned himself with a black silk scarf, talking and laughing, feeling weak all over. His country is wandering. Yellow on the left and white on the right. Golden hat, mink and fur, a thousand riding and rolling hills. If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang. What's the harm in having a full stomach and an open chest? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? He can bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius. Chen Tang (vice captain of the Western Regions of the Han Dynasty) killed my ambassador in South Vietnam, and the massacre was nine counties; Kill my Han emissary and hang his head in the north que; If North China kills our envoy, it will be destroyed immediately. Those who make me strong will be wiped out far away! All my life, I have been thinking about breaking the world of mortals, hiding my sword in Xuan Lu, and lost myself in thousands of battles. I claimed that I didn't mention the blade. I was born with pride in my eyes. In spring, I met Jun Jun like a dream, laughing without a trace, saying nothing, and misty. I bowed my head and thought, but I was confused. There was nothing in the world and there was no comfort. My heart is as cold as frost. I wrote "When do courtiers hate it?" Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is short of food. I am eager to eat the meat of Land Rover and talk about drinking the blood of Xiongnu. From scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, I am in heaven. Heroes in the world come from our generation, and I can't help getting drunk when I enter the Jianghu. I am riding a sword and waving the ghost rain, and my bones are flying like birds. The world is like a flood, only sighing for a few people in the Jianghu. Xia Jueju (Li Qing Shu Yun (Li Bai) Who refuses to cross Jiangdong? Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building saw me off yesterday, so I can't stay long. People who disturb my heart today are even more troubled. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng. I am facing them in this villa and drinking my wine. The bones of great writers are your brushes. In the school in heaven, I grew up beside you. We are all proud and want to catch the bright moon in the sky. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords and raise our glasses to dispel their worries, because the world can't satisfy our desire, the Ming Dynasty sent a ship to search. Being arrested and occupied (Wang Jingwei) became a delusion. I am tireless in flying alone, ashamed to chase the waves and float purple, and it is difficult to render it from knowledge; When he was in a good mood, he recognized the blood stain, sang Yancheng songs generously, and calmly became a prisoner of Chu; Lead the knife into quick success and instant benefit, and live up to the youth's head and leave the soul, and the residual body will pay the ash; Blue phosphorescence never dies, and it shines in Yantai every night.

Recitation of ancient poetry and prose

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river.

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. The fourth sound).

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Whose boat tonight, where do you miss the moon floor?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

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. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the river falls in the moon and the west (for rhyme, so read xiá).

Oblique (this is the first sentence, so it doesn't rhyme, so read xié) the moon is full of sea fog, and (pronounced jié) the poem xiaoxiang is infinite.

I don't know how many people return to the moon, and the moon (a kind of "flower") shakes the trees all over the river.

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Ancient poetry recitation materials

These are all found online.

See the white hair in the mirror

Zhang Jiuling

Yesterday, soaring,

Waste a hundred years.

Who knows, in the mirror,

I feel sorry for myself.

Ancient poetry

1, Guan Guan Luo Gui, in Hezhou. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. ("The Book of Songs Nan Zhou Guanju")

2. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Cai Wei")

If you know me, it means that I am worried. If you don't know me, that's what I want. ("The Book of Songs Feng Wang Shu Li")

4, such as cutting, such as grinding. ("The Book of Songs Feng Weiqi is proud")

5, a day, such as Sanqiu Xi. ("The Book of Songs, Feng Wang Picking Songs")

6, green scorpion, leisurely in my heart. ("The Book of Songs Zheng Feng Ji Zi")

7. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. (The Book of Songs Qin Feng Jia Jane).

8. Smile and expect. ("The Book of Songs Feng Wei Shuo Ren")

9. Hands are soft and skin is like jelly. ("The Book of Songs Feng Wei Shuo Ren")

10, what is immortality without instrument? (The Book of Songs, Wind and Mouse)

1 1, the speaker is innocent and the speaker is warned. (preface to the book of songs)

12, the mountain starts and the scenery stops. ("The Book of Songs Xiaoya Che Xia")

13, others have a heart, think about it. (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 clear sky and bright moon of Tang Li Bai come? Stop for a drink today and ask: the moon is unattainable, and the moon goes with people? As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out? But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds? The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life? Today, people can't see the ancient moon, but this month, they once looked at the ancients. If the ancients ran water, they could see the bright moon. I only hope that the song is right for the wine and the moonlight shines on the golden pot. "Moonlight on the Spring River" Zhang, in the Tang Dynasty, the spring tide was, and the bright moon was born in the sea. Where is there no bright moon in Chunjiang? The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight is like graupel. The frost is flowing in the air, and the white sand on the pavilion is invisible. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon on the river? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water. The white clouds are drifting away, and the green maple is full of sorrow. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? If you wander upstairs and around the moon, you should leave the cosmetic mirror. The jade curtain cannot be rolled up, but it can be brushed back on the anvil. At this time, you don't know each other. I hope the flowers will shine on you month by month. Wild geese will fly in the sky, and fish will jump into the water before dragons. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. The river flows to the end and the pond falls to the west. The slanting moon is full of sea fog and the stones are falling. Falling flowers shake trees all over the river. Mulan poetry (a folk song of the Northern Dynasty) chirps, and Mulan Weaver is like home. She didn't smell the loom, but a woman's sigh. She asked her what she was thinking and what she remembered. She doesn't think or remember. Seeing the military post last night, Khan ordered more soldiers, and there were 12 volumes of military books, all with the name of an old man. Grandpa is not a big boy. At dusk, I stayed by the Yellow River. I didn't hear my mother calling a female voice, but I heard the water of the Yellow River splashing. Farewell to the Yellow River, I went to Montenegro at dusk, but I didn't hear my mother calling for a female voice, but I heard Yanshan chirping on a horse. Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. Cold light sprinkled with gold and iron clothes. The general died in hundreds of battles, and the strong man returned ten years later. When he came back, he saw the son of heaven sitting in the hall. The policy is twelve turns. I am willing to send my son back to his hometown. My parents heard that my daughter was coming and went out to help the general. As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. I heard that my sister was coming, so I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. I opened the door of my East Pavilion, sat on the bed of my West Pavilion, took off my wartime robe, put on old clothes, used my temples as windows, and painted the mirror yellow. When I went out to meet 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 is confused, and so is the female rabbit. When two rabbits walk side by side, can I tell if I am a male or a female? Shi Hao (Du Fu) officials went to Shihao Village at dusk, and some officials arrested people at night. The old man climbed over the wall and the old woman went out to watch. Why did the official shout? Why do women cry? Listen to my wife before: Three men are guarding Yecheng. One person attached a book, and two people were newly killed. Those who survive drag out an ignoble existence have been dead for a long time! There is no one in the room except my grandson. My grandson hasn't left yet, and she can't finish wearing her skirt. Although the old woman is weak, please come back from the official night and wait for Jiang and Yang's service, so I still have to prepare for cooking in the morning. The night is silent, like crying, like choking. I will go to the future in the morning and say goodbye to the old man alone. I'm singing a song with water (Su Shi's Northern Song Dynasty) (Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, getting drunk and asking for wine from heaven. I wonder what year tonight is. I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid I'm too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth. Turn to Zhuge, low-lying households, and have no sleep. There should be no hate. Why should you be round when you leave? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. It was difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will last long. The autumn wind blew through the thatched cottage (Du). In August, the wind roared, and there were three hairs on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the outskirts of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to the sunken pond depression. The children of Nancun Group have tens of millions of buildings, which makes the poor all over the world happy! The wind and rain don't move like a mountain? Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Wu Gui (Tang Dynasty). The north wind rolled white grass, and the eight In the snow days were like spring breeze. At night, ten thousand pears were blown away, wet silk curtains were put into the bead curtains, and cold cotton mats were thin. The general's horn bow can't be controlled, but the iron clothes are also difficult to protect. The vast sea is dry ice and the clouds are bleak. China's army bought wine and drinks in return for its guests, including the huqin pipa and the Qiangdi. There was snow after snow in Yuanmen, but the red flag could not be overturned by the wind. The east gate of Luntai will see you off, when the snow is full of mountains and roads. This mountain. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorting me. I face them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are your brushes. In the school in heaven, I grew up beside you. We all aim high and look forward to the bright moon, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords and raise a glass to drown our sorrows. Life is not alive, and the Ming dynasty sent a boat out. Looking at wheat cutting (Bai Juyi's "Tang Dynasty"), the Tian family has less leisure, and people are twice as busy in May. At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow. Women and aunts are full, and children carry them on their backs. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. He exudes the heat of the country and scorches the sky. He was exhausted, but he didn't know the heat, but he regretted the long summer. A poor woman was holding her son by his side. She has her ears in her right hand and a basket hanging from her left arm. I am sorry to hear that she cares about her. My family lost all taxes, so I can feed my hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. I received 300 stones, which is the surplus grain of Yan years old. Sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven, this September night is blowing cold in the wheel tower and valley, full of broken boulder pecking measures, downward, upside down, with the wind, despite the gray grass, the Tatar horse is plump, the west of Jinshan, the smoke and dust gather, oh, the general of China army, start your battle! Put on your armor all night, and in the middle of the night, the army will move in opposite directions, and the limelight will be like a knife. Horse hair steamed snow sweat, five flowers spun into ice, grass condensed ink in the curtain. Qilu was scared, but he knew that the short soldier was afraid to pick it up, and Simon, the strategist, stood in front of him. Traveling is difficult. This jade plate is worth ten thousand yuan. If you don't drink, you can't eat. I pulled out my dagger, and I peeped in all directions in vain. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It is difficult to walk, it is difficult to walk, and there are many roads. Are you safe now? There will be storms.

Recommend ancient poems suitable for reciting

Flowers on the river under the moonlight in spring

Year: Tang Author: Zhang Style: Yuefu

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?

Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?

Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake the trees that fill the river.

Visit Tianmu Mountain in a Dream

Year: Tang Author: Li Bai Style: Seven Ancient Categories: Wandering Immortals

A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.

However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.

On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.

The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.

The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.

I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.

Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.

Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. Cave stone gate, drain in tiankeng.

An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon light up the gold and silver terrace.

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.

With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow.

My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

When will you return it when you leave, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope.

When I need you, ride to you, great mountain. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking people?

A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.

Reading and appreciation of ancient poetry and prose

Du fu (7 12~770), a poet in Tang dynasty, was born in Gongxian county, Henan province, with beautiful words. He was recommended by Yanwu as a staff member of Chengdu Art Festival and a member of Chengdu Ministry of Industry and Information Technology. Later people called it Du Shaoling. Du Gongbu Du Fu Sheng, the grandson of the famous poet Du Shen Yan, came from a family with literary tradition. He studied poetry at the age of 7 and became famous at the age of 15. After he is 20 years old, he can be divided into four periods. From the 19th year of Xuanzong Kaiyuan (7365,438+0) to the 4th year of Tianbao (745), Du Fu lived the life of "Autumn Ma Qing". He and Li Bai became close friends in Luoyang. We broke up the next autumn and never met again. There are more than twenty poems written by Du Fu in this period, most of which are five ancient poems with five laws, represented by Wang Yue. During the five to fourteen years of Tianbao, Du Fu was trapped in Chang 'an and was down and out. In order to develop his career, he constantly courted powerful people. In the past six years, he tried to make a difference. In ten years, he presented three articles of "Da Li Fu", which Xuanzong appreciated and ordered the Prime Minister to try; But nothing came of it. It was not until October of the fourteenth year, one month before the Anshi Rebellion, that You Weicai 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 gradually became a poet who was concerned about his country and people. His creation has undergone profound and great changes. There are immortal masterpieces such as "Two Roads in the Car Shop", "Behind the Dike" and "Five Hundred Words from Beijing to Fengxian", as well as famous cautionary sentences such as "The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road freezes to death". There are about 6500 poems handed down during this period. Most of them are ancient poems with five or seven words. From Su Zong to Deyuanzai (756) and then to Gan Yuan (759), the Anshi Rebellion was the most prosperous. Du Fu also experienced hardships, but his creative achievements were enormous. After the fall of Chang 'an, he went to Lingwu in the north to meet Su Zong, but he was captured halfway and fell into the hands of thieves for nearly half a year. Then he risked his life to escape from Chang 'an and return to Fengxiang Su Zong, where he was left to be picked up. Soon after, he was dumped by the house case. Farewell to Changan. During this period, Du Fu had a more sober understanding of reality, and successively wrote such masterpieces as Sad Chen Tao, Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Qiang Village, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In 759, when Guan Fu went hungry, 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. From the first year of Su Zong Shang Yuan (760) to the fifth year of Dai Zong Da Li (770), Du Fu lived in Shu for eight years and in Jingxiang 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 the period, he was exiled to catalpa and shuo because of chaos. In the 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 the boat. In the winter of 770, Du Fu died on a ship from Changsha to Yueyang at the age of 59. Before his death, he wrote a 36-rhyme long poem "Wind Disease", which still misses the country. In the past 1 1 year, he wrote more than 1000 poems (including more than 430 poems in Kuizhou), accounting for more than five-sevenths of all Du Fu's poems. Most of them are quatrains, rhymes and long sentences. Representative works include Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage and Imperial Army Recovering the Banks of the Yellow River.

Poetry recitation composition

Today, the school held a large-scale poetry reading 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 finished reciting the poem quickly. Then there are class one, 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 were Class One and Class Two. The students in this class are wearing clean school uniforms and dancing beautifully.

When students dance, their movements are neat, uniform and clean, just like a person dancing. Our class is also good. Reciting "Red Wrath over the River" shows Yue Fei's hatred for the Huns and the little people around the emperor. When reading "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan", 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 mistake, leading everyone to finish the whole program calmly.

From this, I understand that a team can't succeed by one person's efforts, but by everyone's cooperation and unity. Only by learning to unite can we succeed.

People who can't unite are doomed to be losers in their careers.

The Feeling of Reading China's Ancient Poems —— The Feeling of Reading China's Ancient Poems in 600 words

Ancient poetry is the essence of the Chinese nation and a bright pearl in the treasure house of world culture. Reading ancient poems has been listed as an important content: primary school students are required to recite some ancient poems skillfully. The ancients said that the way to write is to accumulate a large number of ancient poems and realize the accumulation of "quantity", so as to fully absorb the essence of ancient poems and get the infiltration of ancient culture. So as to enrich their own language. The school has always attached great importance to students' recitation and accumulation of ancient poems, which has broadened students' horizons and improved their humanistic quality, and achieved good results. In order to better carry forward and inherit the long and splendid culture, this semester, our school held a comprehensive quality competition of accumulation and recitation for sixth-grade students. This competition requires our sixth grade to adopt the way of full participation and activity display. My feelings in the process of implementation as a teacher in a normal university: 1. In terms of the amount of accumulation, our school-based teachers are required to grasp it in peacetime and practice it in daily life. Really: without a little cold, there is no plum blossom fragrance. 2. The reading activities of Chinese classics carried out by the school are of far-reaching significance. The classics that best represent the quintessence of Chinese culture for 5,000 years are the Three Amethyst, Disciples' Rules, Qian Wen Zi, Daxue, The Doctrine of the Mean, The Analects of Confucius, Laozi, Classical Poetry of China and other important works, which are reflected in every period. I think students will gain a lot. Primary school is the golden age of students' memory. Children can recite classic poems, spend a lifetime feeling and practicing them, and will certainly benefit for life. When the school implements the school-based curriculum, students are required to try to write and modify poems! A 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, during the activity, we saw the progress of the children. 3. With the efforts of teachers and students, the reading of ancient poems has gradually deepened. The biggest beneficiaries of reading ancient poems are students. Reading a lot of poems that can cheer up the spirit and nourish life will benefit students for life. Teachers and students read with emotion. When in Rome, do as the Romans do, which is intoxicating. Those neat and beautiful poems with profound meanings, like piccolo, play attractive tunes, which make people daydream, sigh, cheer and forge ahead. 4. Always read ancient poems persistently. Reading ancient poems is a long-term task, which should be adhered to for a long time, instead of being superficial and preaching. Our class uses morning reading and classes. Adopt flexible and diverse evaluation methods to extend to families, stimulate students' enthusiasm for reciting ancient poems, and make this enthusiasm last forever. 5. Personally, I think reading ancient poems should be combined with reading, and the class should have its own plan, not everything, but the characteristics of the class. 6. Reciting ancient poems requires that the fourth, fifth and sixth grades be carried out on the basis of memorization, and the ancient poems that can be memorized can be memorized. Accumulate and recite from seasons, flowers, trees and ancient poems with figures, describe frontier fortress or military life, describe friendship and farewell, and cherish time. At this point, because of graduation, students master it relatively well. 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. By reading ancient poems, not only the cultural heritage of the Chinese nation has been widely spread, but also students' interest in reading has been improved in this activity. At the same time, the comprehensive quality of students has also been improved. We will continue to carry out this activity in the future education and teaching work, so that the China essence of "ancient poetry" can really penetrate into every child's heart.