Premier Zhou, where are you? Premier Zhou of Ke Yan, our good premier, where are you? Where are you? You know, we miss you-your people miss you! We shouted to the mountain: Premier Zhou-the valley echoed: "He just left, he just left, the revolutionary journey is thousands of miles, and he strode forward without stopping." We shouted to the earth: Premier Zhou-the earth roared: "He just left, he just left, you can't see his hard sweat dripping on the heavy ears of grain ..." We shouted to the forest: Premier Zhou. The campsite was red with bonfires, and the lumberjack was remembering his cordial laughter. "We shouted to the sea: Premier Zhou-the sound of the waves:" He just left, he just left, and you didn't see the coat on the coastal defense soldier ... "We searched all over the world. Oh, Premier, you are everywhere the revolution needs, and your deep footprints are everywhere on the vast land. We returned to the heart of the motherland. We called affectionately in front of Tiananmen Square: Zhou-Zong-Li-Square replied, "Oh, be gentle, be gentle, he is meeting foreign guests in Zhongnanhai, and he is attending a meeting in the Politburo ..." Premier, our good premier! You are here, right here.-Here, here, here ... You will always be with us-together, together, together ... You will always live in the place where the sun rises, and you will always live in the hearts of the people. Your people will miss you from generation to generation! Miss you > Miss you > Think > Read >; You ... 2. Poems describing echoes
Echo Author: Empty
Echoes with footsteps in chaos
Hot flames of flashing power
When stepping into numerous traps woven by language,
Weak will bends down in the desire to leave
From this morning's dull wishes,
There is a little comfort growing on the cold stone
We are on the cold stone. Step forward
The harvest season of every comedian
is full of gloom and numbness in the festive period
We keep trudging slowly in the wet land
Listen to the sound of destiny and knock on the door of the body
Constantly submit the meaning of our initial commitment. 3. Poems describing the valley
Lu Chai by Tang Wangwei, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss. Castle peak.
green water. Green grass
bamboo. Blue sky.
The sound of the piano is cool, as ethereal as moonlight floating on a cold pool, and then gradually drifting away ... The sound of bamboo flute is cold. The flute sounds distant and desolate.
the whole valley was silent in the sound of loneliness and sadness and the coldness surrounded by green trees. Wang Wei's "Bird's Singing Stream" is full of idle osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
when the moon comes out, the birds startle the mountains, and when they sing in the spring stream. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I had always heard of Lake Dongting, and now at last I have climbed to this tower.
with Wu country to the east of me and Chu to the south, I can see heaven and earth endlessly floating. There is no news from my friends and relatives. I am old and ill and drift in a boat.
north of this wall there are wars and mountains, and here by the rail how can I help crying?. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the charming warblers just crow. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate. A Boat in Spring on Ruoya Lake, thoughtful elation has no end, onward I bear it to whatever come.
and my boat and I, before the evening breeze, passing flowers, entering the lake. Turn at nightfall toward the western valley, where I watch the south star over the mountain.
and a mist that rises, hovering soft, and the low moon slanting through the trees. And I choose to put away from me every worldly matter, and only to be an old man with a fishing-pole..
Qingxi by Wang Wei, I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles.
rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks.
down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.
Zhongnanshan, its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared.
a central peak divides the wilds, and weather into many valleys. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?
Meng Haoran's Qiu Deng Wan Shan sends Zhang Wu, on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers, Ping Sha Du Tou Xie.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
"from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou", and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat.
I, a stranger in this inland district, homesick for my Yangzhou friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou.
Chang Jian a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops. A secluded place with bamboo trails, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool. And a thousand sounds are quieted, but the bell chimed.
Wang Zhihuan's at heron lodge, mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. to ascend another storey to see a thousand miles further
"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the sad willow song to complain about the spring delay, the old Yumen pass, a spring breeze is not blowing ah!
Wang Bo's Poems of Teng Wangge Teng Wanggao Pavilion is in Linjiang Zhu, and Pei Yu sings and dances. Draw a building facing Nanpu cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
the shadows of the clouds and pools are lingering, and things change for the stars to move for several years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes by Li Bai, phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, have abandoned it now to this desolate river. Wu gong flowers are laid in the desolate path, and the number of royal royalty in the Jin dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, and Bailuzhou is divided into one water. Because clouds can break the sun, to hide his city from my melancholy heart.
"Early Release of Baidicheng" pays homage to Baidicheng, and it takes a thousand miles to return to Jiangling in one day. Cross - strait ululation of apes, also in the ear ceaselessly crowing unconsciously, the canoe has passed the heavy castle peak.
"Looking at Lushan Waterfall" Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging in Qianchuan from a distance. Flying down three thousands of feet, Ying is the Milky Way falling for nine days.
Looking at Tianmen Mountain, Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward. The castle peak confrontation between the two sides is difficult to compete, meet a leaf boat leisurely comes from the horizon.
The Yellow Crane Tower in a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou was written by an old friend, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the friend's sail faded away, and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only to see the first line of the Yangtze river, running to the distant horizon.
The Yellow Crane Tower by Cui Hao, where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace. The yellow crane never came back, for thousands of years to see the long white clouds.
every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grasses. But I look toward home, and twilight grows dark There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people.
Bai Juyi's Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake, Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Several early orioles competed to fly to the warm trees of the sun, whose new swallows carry mud in their nest.
flowers are becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe. I love the beauty of the east side of the west lake most, and I don't see enough, especially the white sand levee under the green yang liuyin.
In "Ode to the Mujiang River", a setting sun is spread in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red. Poor September third night, dew like a pearl moon like a bow.
Zhang Ji's "a night-mooring near maple bridge" frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing for fire to sleep. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.
Liu Yuxi's "Zhuzhi Ci", the willows are green and Jiang Shuiping, and I hear the singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is ruthless and sunny.
Du Mu's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River" is a thousand miles long, and the flowers are green and red, and the water village is full of wine flags. The southern dynasties left behind more than 48 old temples, countless towers shrouded in the wind and cloud in the rain.
"A Journey to the Mountain" is far away from the cold mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Zhang Hu's "at nanjing ferry" Jin Ling Jin Du Shui Shan Lou, pedestrians can worry about themselves for one night. In the ebb of the tide and the slanting moon, two or three fires are Guazhou. 4. What are the poems that describe the "valley"
1. "Jueju" Tang Du Fu
Two orioles sing green willows,
a line of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,
The Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate.
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when the moon comes out, the birds startle the mountains, and when they sing in the spring stream.
3. Lu Chai Tang Wangwei
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain,
and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove,
shines back to me from the green moss.
4. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Tang Du Fu
Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers,
thousands of flowers are low.
butterflies dance all the time in Liulian Opera, and
the charming warbler chirps at home.
5. "Liangzhou Ci" Tang Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds,
Wan Ren Mountain is a lonely city.
Why should Qiangdi blame the willow?
Spring breeze doesn't pass Yumenguan. 5. Reading poems and answering questions
1. Coordinate relationship 2. Mountains, earth, forests, sea 3. "The echo of valleys, the roar of the earth, the bursts of pines and the sound of waves" These are artistic imagination, but they are imaginary writing, which has entrusted the memory of Premier Zhou; The echoes of the valley, the earth, the forest and the sea show a picture, which is a true portrayal of Premier Zhou's work before his death. It is a true writing that praises Premier Zhou's noble quality of serving the people all his life.
4. Section 5 is a summary of the first four sections. 5. With the help of anthropomorphic methods, a touching artistic conception is created; Let the mountains, the earth, the forest and the sea seem to be full of nostalgia for Premier Zhou, which more vividly expresses the feelings of the people of the whole country for Premier Zhou; The mountains and so on have become the testimony of Premier Zhou's revolutionary activities in his life, which reflects Premier Zhou's heart-to-heart relationship with the people from different aspects. It left a broad imagination space for people.
(meaning close) 6. Call; Answer. 6. Poems describing the valley
The vast Chung Shan Man, between the isolated cities and valleys. -"Twenty Miscellaneous Poems of Qinzhou. The Seventh" Du Fu
walks quietly, and the valley is full of potential. -"Cold Gorge" Du Fu
The cold city is full of smoke, and the leaves in the valley are red. -"liangdang county Wu Shi Yu Jiang Shang Zhai" Du Fu
In the valley at dusk in the cold weather, the heartbroken water is not closed. -"Hu Jia 18 Beats 18 Songs" Wang Anshi
In the rugged valley, there is no room for a hundred rooms. -"Fa Xi" Wang Anshi
There is a long way to go in the valley. Look around as soon as possible but lament. -"Poems of Sorrow and Indignation" Cai Yan
Half-folded and half-pressed the valley, and the roots were knotted in Cheng Jiao. -"Poetry of Making Friends with Ma Yi" Lu Tong
The valley is pale and thin, and it is slanting through the forest during the day. -"On Dongyang Road" Huang Zhencheng
The Woods are full of green valleys, and the building view rises abruptly from the riverside. -"Qianwei Wang's Bookstore" Su Shi
went to Rong's team to go out in the suburbs, and it was cold and dusk in the valley. -"Eleven Beats" Wen Tianxiang
Songmei in the valley sings about Po Xian, and this writing is fragrant and fresh. -"Harmony and Beauty" Yuan Fu
Ten-day wind in the East China Sea, huge waves break the valley. -"The Whale" Zhang Shunmin 7. Poems describing the quiet valley
Wang Wei's "Bird's Sound Stream" people are idle with osmanthus flowers, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
when the moon comes out, the birds startle the mountains, and when they sing in the spring stream. Climbing Yueyang Tower, I had always heard of Lake Dongting, and now at last I have climbed to this tower.
with Wu country to the east of me and Chu to the south, I can see heaven and earth endlessly floating. There is no news from my friends and relatives. I am old and ill and drift in a boat.
north of this wall there are wars and mountains, and here by the rail how can I help crying?. "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Huang Siniang's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the charming warblers just crow. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate. A Boat in Spring on Ruoya Lake, thoughtful elation has no end, onward I bear it to whatever come.
and my boat and I, before the evening breeze, passing flowers, entering the lake. Turn at nightfall toward the western valley, where I watch the south star over the mountain.
and a mist that rises, hovering soft, and the low moon slanting through the trees. And I choose to put away from me every worldly matter, and only to be an old man with a fishing-pole..
Qingxi by Wang Wei, I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers, borne by the channel of a green stream. Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains, on a journey of less than thirty miles.
rapids hum over heaped rocks, but where light grows dim in the thick pines. The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns, and weeds are lush along the banks.
down in my heart I have always been as pure, as this limpid water is. Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock, and to cast a fishing-line forever!.
Zhongnanshan, its massive height near the City of Heaven, joins a thousand mountains to the corner of the sea. White clouds in the back of the synthesis of a piece, blue haze into the mountains disappeared.
a central peak divides the wilds, and weather into many valleys. Want to find a house in the mountain to stay, the water conductor asked the woodcutter can be convenient?
Meng Haoran's Qiu Deng Wan Shan sends Zhang Wu, on a northern peak among white clouds, you have found your hermitage of peace. And now, as I climb this mountain to see you, high with the wildgeese flies my heart.
the quiet dusk might seem a little sad, if this autumn weather were not so brisk and clear. I look down at the river bank, with homeward-bound villagers, Ping Sha Du Tou Xie.
there are trees at the horizon like a row of grasses, and against the river's rim an island like the moon. I hope that you will come and meet me, bringing a basket of wine, * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival.
a message from lake dongting to premier zhang, here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake, are of a single air with heaven. Cloud Land mr.osawa water vapor transpiration white boundless, the waves appear to shake the Yueyang.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat, how ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen. Sitting idly watching other people's hard river fishing, can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
"from a mooring on the tonglu to a friend in yangzhou", and the river rushing through the night. The cross - strait wind Blow the branches and leaves rustling, the moonlight is reflected by the river, a river of a boat.
I, a stranger in this inland district, homesick for my Yangzhou friends. Recalling that I can not suppress tears in the two lines, looking at the west side of the west coast to send sad to Yangzhou.
Chang Jian a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops. A secluded place with bamboo trails, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool. And a thousand sounds are quieted, but the bell chimed.
Wang Zhihuan's at heron lodge, mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river. to ascend another storey to see a thousand miles further
"Liangzhou Ci" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the sad willow song to complain about the spring delay, the old Yumen pass, a spring breeze is not blowing ah!
Wang Bo's Poems of Teng Wangge Teng Wanggao Pavilion is in Linjiang Zhu, and Pei Yu sings and dances. Draw a building facing Nanpu cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk.
the shadows of the clouds and pools are lingering, and things change for the stars to move for several years. Where is the emperor in the cabinet today? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
on climbing in nanjing to the terrace of phoenixes by Li Bai, phoenixes that played here once, so that the place was named for them, have abandoned it now to this desolate river. Wu gong flowers are laid in the desolate path, and the number of royal royalty in the Jin dynasty has become a famine.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, and Bailuzhou is divided into one water. Because clouds can break the sun, to hide his city from my melancholy heart.
"Early Release of Baidicheng" pays homage to Baidicheng, and it takes a thousand miles to return to Jiangling in one day. Apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying,