Lunar Calendar : July 20 of the year Gengzi
Temperature : 23~33℃
Weather : Cloudy to light rain
Wind : Southwest winds of 3-4 levels
Coordinates : Nanfeng, Jiangxi Province
September 7, White Dew.
Among the 24 solar terms, I especially like the name "White Dew". When you open your lips and gently pronounce the words "White Dew", there seems to be a bead of dew dripping down from your heart, and the cool and refreshing flavor then spreads out in all directions.
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According to the interpretation of the "seventy-two wait for the moon" of the "white dew" - "water and soil moisture condensed into dew, autumn is gold, gold white, white dew color, and the beginning of the gas is cold! ".
Said that the weather is turning cooler, the night water vapor condensation, early in the morning will be found on the ground and plant leaves a lot of crystal dew drops.
As you can see, White Dew is an important season reflecting the temperature changes in nature. The sultry summer days officially give way to the cooler fall days from this festival.
It can also be seen that the physical characteristics of this festival are still particularly obvious from the three wakes of the White Dew -
The first wakes up with the arrival of the wild geese, the second wakes up with the return of the Xuanbird, and the third wakes up with the flock of birds to raise their shyness.
As the weather cools down, the geese fly from the north to the south to avoid the cold, the swallows also fly back to the south from the north, and the birds start to store dry fruits and grains for the winter.
For me, the earliest memory of the geese is the sentence in the textbook - "A moment in a zigzag, a moment in a zigzag." As we grow older, we gradually understand that geese are not only a kind of scenery for us Chinese, but also a kind of cultural imagery.
After roughly understanding the relevant climatic characteristics of the white dew, our morning recitation class began with Li Qunyu's "Evening Scene at the Pond"
Evening Scene at the Pond
Tang Li Qunyu
The wind and lotus beads of dew pouring, startled up sleep?
The moon is still in the pond, and the golden knife cuts a sound.
Because there are rare characters in it, I first gave the children a demonstration of reading, and with the help of the notes know that "?" is a kind of water bird. Then I asked the children: after listening to the teacher's recitation, what kind of picture came to your mind? I asked the children to read it over and over again.
Several children quickly captured the scenery in the poem - the wind, the dewdrops, the lotus leaves, the moon - and described the images the poem brought to mind. When it comes to the sound of dewdrops dripping down the pond, Chenyou even matched it with vivid onomatopoeia.
But what is this golden knife? What is it that the golden knife cuts down? This question seems to be difficult to the children.
I gently prompted two words - a leaf, immediately a student picked up - know the fall. The children realized that the original golden knife cut down the falling leaves ah. I continued to pursue the question, then what is the golden knife? "Autumn!" "No, it's the fall wind!"
In this way, a peaceful picture of the evening scene of the pond was presented to me and the children -
It is again the White Dew season. The dew condensed into water droplets, rolling on the lotus leaves. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, the dewdrops "gulp" fell into the water, waking up the sleeping? The water rippled in a circle. The moonlight shone quietly on the earth, and the pond gradually quieted down - the lotus leaves had condensed into dewdrops again, and now they were lying there quietly, and the birds were also sleeping quietly. The birds also slept quietly. Suddenly, the autumn wind blew again, as if it were a pair of scissors, and with a "click" a leaf fell into the pond, as if announcing to the world--"Autumn is coming!" (The children shouted in unison)
Dear children, this quiet autumn night, we listen again, hear it? Inside the house, there is also the sound of "click, click, click", that is the sound of the woman's scissors cutting clothes, that is the woman's love for her family ah: the day is cool, to add new clothes to the family!
Now, please use your unique voice to read out the serenity of the autumn night, but also read out the faint sadness of the passing of time.
The second poem we read is Wei Yingwu's Leisurely Dwelling and Sending to My Brothers
Leisurely Dwelling and Sending to My Brothers
Tang Wei Yingwu
Autumn grass grows in the garden and white dew falls, and the brothers of the old garden are very much in love with each other.
I have nothing to do in the high fastnesses of the day, and I write poems on the banana leaves.
What kind of emotion does this poem convey?
The children are reading with great interest, Mr. Wang called me to hurry to the meeting, I have no choice but to briefly explain, the poem had to be handed over to Mr. Wang.
This cool white open air ah, this idle silent days heh, sometimes also a luxury.
? 2
Autumn belongs to the gold, gold white, white the color of the dew, and the gas began to cold.
The ancients used white to describe the autumn dew, the color attribute of autumn is actually white, which is really not right with the gorgeous autumn colors I saw.
In the small town where I live - Nanfeng, Luan is definitely the protagonist of this fall.
At first, it is a tree of golden yellow, is the kind of rape bright yellow, brilliantly bloomed in my daily commute through the road, in the early morning sunshine happy singing, in the afternoon sun contented murmur. After an autumn rain, the fine gold on the ground under the trees is bright and luxurious.
With the arrival of the white dew, Luan seems to be not satisfied with that monotonous golden, like a magician changing tricks, lime green, slightly pink, flesh pink, carmine color, vermilion ...... or deep or light, or light makeup or thickly smeared, all together on the field. The magician is actually luan tree grows like popcorn fruit. Every time you walk this luan tree entrapped rainbow road, there is a kind of "mistakenly into the lotus root flower depths" of the feeling of lost, but also seems to break into the fairy tale kingdom of illusion. Such a tree tree of beautiful fruit, such a hearty way of welcome, I will only sit in the back seat of the car each time, again and again murmured: so beautiful ah! It's so beautiful!
Perhaps, the familiar place is really not the lack of scenery, the lack of just your gaze.
Residents in the community flower beds opened up their own fruits and vegetables in this fall, so very good, other wildflowers and weeds will have their own place. Look, the three-lobed leaf potato has long occupied a corner of the flower garden, quietly spread, or light green, or turquoise leaves, growing extremely lush. But what attracted my attention is that a thick and light purple trumpet, between the green leaves shyly bloomed, the look is very fresh and moving.
The three-lobed leaf potato has become a unique landscape in the neighborhood in this season.
I went to Zeng Gong Park for a walk with my husband, and saw an artificial lake (a pond might be more appropriate) that didn't seem to have much management, and I came across water lilies and lotus flowers. They each occupy a corner of the lake, quietly blooming.
The leaves of the water lily are much smaller than the lotus leaves, and each leaf has a V-shaped gap, that "lost a corner" where to go? Is not also went to look for its great circle? Its flower is very close to the water, like the water surface long, there is a flower has been slightly shaking, perhaps the fish in it tickle it. Each flower, the center is holding a tender yellow stamen, no matter which angle you look at, is like a work of art. The snow-white petals are carved like jade, elegantly spread out, layers upon layers, without touching, you can feel its warmth.
It is said that water lilies close at night and open during the day, and the name comes from this. I looked at them in fascination, thinking, is every flower every day to be so blooming once, close once? Life blooms in such a rhythm, how can it not be beautiful?
In comparison, the scattered lotus flowers seem inferior. There are white flowers, there are also pink, flower center tender yellow rosette, but also very eye-catching, people can not help but feel love and compassion.
From a distance, that a splash of gold, in the sunshine under the reflection seems particularly colorful. Closer to see, I realized that it is a double pod cassia. This plant remembered in the Qingming photo record its narrow black fruit. In this way, and then see, will add a few points of affinity.
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During the long period of observation and recording, my children and I are slowly recovering or establishing various connections with the world, and many of them are slowly developing their own styles of work in the process of recording. Because of the publication of the works in the "Sky under the Lunar Calendar" public website, every child participating in the Lunar Calendar Program has been "seen", and the changes in their bodies have naturally been "seen" as well. This part of the children who are walking steadily is undoubtedly the most exciting and joyful thing for me. However, no matter what you do, there are always some children who can't keep up with the army, although I know that some children need time, but their falling behind more or less still makes me a little frustrated and chagrined.
Chen You's mom shared the story of Chen You's growth as a parent representative at the parent-teacher conference, especially the story of mom and child going into the festival notes together, which added a few more points for me to move forward.
Chen You's mother said: In fact, this festival notes are not only the children benefit, I am also a great beneficiary, I live to forty years old, never like this year, can be clear and tangible feel the climate and climate with the series of changes produced by the festival. I think my son and I will have a good memory of walking through this year's festival notes. I remember when I asked my mom what season it was to plant rice seedlings and what season it was to harvest rice when we were kids.
Also, the grandmother who stayed at the end of the parent-teacher conference just to come to me to give me a bow and say thank you, all make me firmly believe that my efforts, the children's efforts, time to see.
And let's go to the children's works to find the traces of the years together--
Poem inscribed on a banana leaf (宸佑)
Summer's heat is over, and with it comes autumn. The weather began to change from cloudy to cool, I was very free these days, so I went out for a walk to see the nature at the time of white dew.
? Dialogue with nature
The weeds on both sides of the mountain road are full of glistening dewdrops, in the company of green leaves, like a crystal clear green droplets falling onto the leaves, just before the mountain had a light rain, so the road in some places there are puddles of water, falling through the puddles. Into the eyes is a large pond, the mountain before and after the shadow of the beautiful peaks trembling reflected in the clear and calm as a mirror in the pond, which reminds me of an idiom: autumn high and fresh. Passing by a banana tree in front of the mountain, I couldn't help but feel a sourness in my nose, I haven't seen my brothers for many years, I wonder if they still miss me? If I can go back to my hometown immediately, I must go to see them!
I picked up a pen and ink, picked a large banana leaf, put the banana leaf on a flat stone, and wrote a letter: brother, I have not seen you for many years, I do not know if you are still in good health? Do you still miss me? I have a few days of leisure, every day just need to go to the temple in the fasting, if now can return home to see you, I would rather take a small boat extremely fast driving home to visit you.
? Wei Yingwu
After writing the letter, I sent it to my hometown by geese, hoping that my brothers could receive the epistle. Filled with longing and despondency, I walked slowly along the winding path.
Talk to yourself
We should live our lives the same way, like the dewdrops in the morning, steaming up and making life better day by day.
? Warm tips
White Dew is here, the day will be colder than the day, we also need to add clothes, but also to strengthen the physical exercise, physical fitness, to be a vigorous upward elementary school students.
In the second unit, we read Meng Haoran's "Staying at the Jiande River", and Xin Qiji's "West River Moon? Night Walking on the Yellow Sand Road", and felt different moonlit nights. The children also used their tender strokes to describe a different kind of autumn night in their eyes-
Autumn Night (Jingluo)
Autumn nights are cool.
I was walking on the street leading to the park, and the wind blowing on my face gave me a chill. The balsam fir on the side of the street was rustling in the wind. Some of the leaves have been blown down, like a small parachute, spinning to the ground. The dim streetlights shine on the cold pavement, more people feel cool.
The fall night is also lively.
I am getting closer and closer to the park, the people are gradually more and more, the noise into a piece. As soon as I entered the park, I saw a group of old ladies dancing in the square dance. They wore colorful green tops, red skirts, dancing like red flowers and green leaves swaying in the wind. Bright lights shone on their smiling faces, glittering. Children are playing on the sidelines, from time to time burst out a burst of "giggle" laughter, so happy.
The fall night is still beautiful.
I went up to the top of the hill in the park, where there is a boulevard, especially quiet. Both sides of the path are full of green grass, grass covered with crystal dewdrops. On the grass stood a street lamp, the light is hazy, some yellowish, and some pure white, as if the moonlight. People bathed in this light, seems to become hazy. There are also many trees planted around, some street lights are installed in the thick branches and leaves, making some leaves bright crystal, some black. In the distance, the night sky looked like a huge dark purple curtain with a few sparse diamonds hanging from it, one of which was bright and dim, glowing red and moving. Not at all surprising, it was an airplane, which I often saw at night.
I love fall nights.
Autumn? Night (Ihan)
The night came quietly, and it came with a heavy rain.
"Rumble" of thunder first, followed by the rain began to fall slowly, first "pattering" down a small rain, a moment, it is "clattering" rain! I'm afraid this rain is not enough, heavy rain "crackling" on the window. In this noisy rain, the night came.
It was probably because of the rain! There is neither moon nor stars in the sky, however, the wind blowing through the window is very cool. It's been a long time since I've heard the cicadas, and I'm actually a little bit uncomfortable. I'm afraid that the cicadas have left forever, and returned to the land where they've been for many years.
In the air, you can occasionally smell the fragrance of the golden osmanthus flowers. In this season, the luan tree is especially prominent, a few luan trees in the neighborhood, green leaves, yellow flowers, and red fruits fall all over the branches, if a little while later, the day turned cooler, the osmanthus flowers are all open, luan fruits and osmanthus flowers are blown down, it is a picture of how beautiful!
The rainy autumn night, the road is almost no one, only the sound of rain, which seems to have been perfect, no longer need the cicadas chirping ......
Autumn Night (Hong Yu)
In the evening, sitting in the study, looking up at the window, the black night sky will be embedded in the curtains, which is a kind of deep vast black. The black night sky is embedded in the curtains of your eyes, which is a deep and vast black. When you look up at the starry sky, you will surely forget so troubles, because you have already integrated into this night.
In the night, there are always a few wisps of cool wind. I had opened the window and let the breeze come in, caressing my face in a pleasant way! I once again looked up at the night sky, by chance, found an extremely bright star, that is not the Big Dipper? When I was a child, I heard my mother say, when you are lost in the wild, as long as you look up at the night sky, you will find a conspicuous star, that is, the Big Dipper seven stars, it will help you guide the way. I think now we must study hard and explore the mysteries of the starry sky in the future!
Gradually, looking at the stars has become a habit for me. Whenever I encounter difficulties or aggrieved, I will look at the night sky, because of its vastness, so that my heart has become broad, no longer narrow, I began to know how to learn to tolerate, to learn to work hard on their own.
Autumn night (Xinyi)
White dew came, and autumn came with white dew. The trees that used to be lush now seem to have lost their exuberance.
The best gift of fall is that the weather is no longer so hot. At night, the autumn breeze, standing on the balcony is very cool, it feels like there is a large air conditioner blowing on me, however, blowing for a long time may be a little cold. And the moon was also very nice when it was so cool. The moon, as in the impressionist paintings, emits a soft and bright moonlight, and if you can go to the moon god to pick some stars back to put some embellishments on it, it would be even more fascinating. ...... You see, there is a star in the sky is moving, and at a closer look, that seems to be a star but not a star of the plane made me think that the stars really move. This naughty airplane and a joke.
Such a good time, must have some wonderful accompaniment. The cicadas are a little lonely, clearing their throats, ready to start its wonderful performance. The geese flying north heard the cicadas this musician in the beginning of the song, it will be honored for it. The sound of "rustling" and the geese circling in the air, so that the quiet of the autumn night has become pleasant.
I can not wait to go to the room to get a notebook ready to write down this moment, a Chen autumn wind swept, a leaf slowly landing ......
Autumn night? (Ling Wei)
At night, I went out for a walk.
Just downstairs, downstairs has long been bustling: cycling, dog walking, with children ...... If there can be a barbecue stall na, it is a small gala.
I looked around, the daytime green trees are all wearing a black veil. As I walked forward, the dim street lights illuminated the surroundings, and the roar of a motorcycle once again attracted my attention, and I turned my head to look at the yellow headlights with the black backs, which appeared to be very mysterious.
By the time I reached the entrance to the supermarket, it was crowded even at night, and many people were already busy checking out, seemingly wanting to go home early to rest. Further ahead, the music that can not stop is crazy vibration of my eardrums, it is the square dance ladies dancing, their movements are really neat and tidy, next to some of the children also have a model to learn. In front of the small square, a group of children skating skating, cycling cycling, playing toys playing toys ...... is another lively scene.
Late at night, the small town gradually quieted down ------?
Autumn night (Chenyu)
The night of autumn is cool.
At dusk, the unbearable heat wave gradually dissipates, and when the last of the evening sun in the sky disappears into the sky, it is the coolest time of the day. At this time, there will be a cool breeze blowing, rustling the branches of the trees, blowing the flowers dancing, blowing people's hearts.
The nights in the fall are silent.
At night, children go to sleep, and the usual hustle and bustle of the city gradually falls silent. This is the quietest time of the day, so quiet that there is no sound at all, so quiet that you can hear the leaves rustling, so quiet that you can hear the sound of the river flowing, so quiet that people are in a happy mood.
The night of fall is wonderful.
In the middle of the night, the fledglings are snuggled in the arms of the mother bird with a happy expression on their faces. In the silence of the night, there are often owls hooting and hollering as if showing off their victory. There is also the animal kingdom's "strongest singer" - crickets, this small insect is often in the moonlit night under the shroud of singing, like in the venting of their excess energy.
The night of autumn is colorful. I love the fall night.
Autumn night (Zhi Bin)
In this beautiful season of autumn and the fragrance of the cinnamon, have you ever listened to the sound of the night? Have you ever observed the scenery of the night?
Tonight, the rain was a little bigger and a little smaller. I closed my eyes, found a quiet place, quietly listening, through the change of sound, I feel the change of the rain, the sound becomes bigger, the rain also becomes bigger, the sound is smaller, the rain is also smaller. I will also guess where the raindrops fall through the difference in sound - tick tock, that is the sound of the raindrops hitting the stones downstairs; snap to snap, that is the sound of the raindrops hitting the balcony canopy ...... The sound of the rain, it turned out to be so wonderful.
There wasn't much I could see from the balcony because it was a little dark around and no one had turned on the lights. But looking into the distance, the seven-story tower and the bridge are particularly eye-catching, and you ask why, of course, because they have lights.
First, let's talk about the seven-story tower. Its external each layer are surrounded by a circle of lights, these lights to the seven-story tower illuminated, golden golden, like with gold, especially good-looking.
The bridge is blocked a little by the trees, but you can still see it clearly, and there are colorful lights at the beginning and the end of the bridge, which are colorful and very nice.
I never knew that the fall night is so beautiful.
Hao Tian is the only child who writes about autumn mornings, and his delicate strokes bring us into a charming Orange Capital morning--
Autumn Morning (Hao Tian)
Today is White Dew, and the weather is gradually turning cooler. At the dawn of the White Dew, there is silence in all directions and not a single sound can be heard. Looking into the distance, you can only see wisps of milky-white mist, quietly spreading from the flowers and grasses into the woods, rolling and tumbling noiselessly on the roofs of the homes. A few stars blinked expressionlessly in the dark gray sky.
After a while, the sky gradually whitened, but the sun was still hiding in the air. The fog did not subside, they rose like a tidal wave, and the fields were all enveloped in white. The clouds and mists were floating carefree, either far or near, either gathered or scattered, changing into all kinds of shapes and forms. Ten meters away can not see the silhouette of people, the familiar scenery in the past, now can not see, the distant mountains and the street side of the tall buildings are hidden behind the veil to go. The sun is now hazy, like red paper that has lost its color, and is sticking to the aspen forest at the end of the highway without any luster.
The sky and the earth were white, almost indistinguishable from east to west, north to south. Pedestrians like a spotlight on the dance shrouded, no matter where you go, the fog is like a cold beauty floating over, with a veil of delicate fingers touching your face, ruffling your hair, pulling your sleeve, want to wave can not be waved away.
After a while, the scarlet sun jumped out of the aspen forests, like a lantern hanging firmly in the sky, began its new journey. Far away, hawking sound, the sound in the earth for a long time echo, and penetrate the morning fog about floating about far, seems to be embracing the rising sun. A gust of cool wind, as if more than an invisible magical pocket in mid-air, from the south to the north of the only remaining mist into it.
The fog was all gone.
The sunrise caressed the endless fields, the rice paddies constantly emitting the aroma of maturity, the rice paddies between the heavy, golden ears of wheat one by one, hanging low, in the morning wind shake to go. On the highway, a group of children carrying schoolbags jumping to school, leaving behind them a string of silver bell-like laughter.
Oh, a brand-new day has begun, what a charming autumn morning in Orange!