Seventh grade Chinese "Sun Boat" teaching plan.

1, recite the text and understand the basic content of the text.

2. Understand the central idea of this article.

Second, the teaching time:

1 class hour.

Third, the teaching content and steps.

(1) The scene is gripping.

Wu is from Jinhua, Zhejiang. He did business in Vietnam in the 1940s and went to Taiwan Province Province to continue his business after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. After living in Honduras. He started his literary creation in 1950s and won the Taiwan Province Modern Poetry Award. His main works include poetry collection Song of the Soul, The City of Roses and the Horizon, prose collection Tragedy of Freedom-To the Younger Generation, Notes on the Decline of Vietnam, Ruan Shi 'e to the Younger Generation and Selected Works of Wu. His works have won the Special Creation Award of Taiwan Province Literature and Art Foundation.

Mr. Wu's good friend and famous poet commented: "Wu poetry is rich in output, diverse in style and numerous in masterpieces." Roughly speaking, there are about three categories. The first category is that there are few works, which are influenced by the Crescent School and the Western Romantic School. They are light and gentle, shallow and affectionate, similar to my early years. The second category is still lyrical essays, but the meaning is deepened, the personality is strengthened, the sensibility is unique, and the style is gradually integrated with modern poetry, showing great development potential. " "His third kind of poems are not long, they are all built in the structure of a group of poems, and there is a kind of focused gravity. This series of giant structures shows the author's grand ambition and fickle mind, which is worthy of serious evaluation by poetry critics. "

Mr. Wu's poems are shocking and emotional, but they also show his erudition: for example, the first two sentences of "It's the collapse of my Tongshan" are: Is the bell ringing in your heart when it's the collapse of my Tongshan?

Mr Yu Guangzhong commented: When Wang Yao wrote this book, he showed it to me. Just reading sentences shocked me. It's too meteorological and emotional. It should be like this. As the old saying goes, "The copper mountain collapses in the west, and the bell should ring in the east." According to Dong Fangshuo's explanation, the son of Tongshan is the mother of copper. The bronze bell in Luoyang rang for three days for no reason because there was a landslide in the west. I didn't know this allusion at that time, otherwise it would be used in the association of lotus. It serves to show that Wang Yao is more extensive and clever than me in miscellaneous books, which can be used to symbolize the mutual affection between lovers. Today, when we study Mr. Wu's Sun Boat, we should pay attention to the author's style and the implication expressed through unique images.

(2) Explore life.

The first step is to read the text extensively. When guiding students to read, it is required to mark the object of poetry writing with bullets, mark the image of poetry with horizontal lines, find out the author's writing ideas, annotate his reading comprehension and list the places he doesn't understand.

1, guide students to understand the text structure.

2. Learning guidance: To understand the overall structure of the article, we should pay attention to the structural characteristics of the article and the words or sentences that imply ideas in the article. In what order does the author describe the solar boats? Divide the levels and summarize the contents:

3, clear:

The author writes according to the chronological order of the sun's movement, from morning to sunset. When the sun rises, the sun shines brightly. After passing through the clouds, the sun shines brightly. After sinking into the clouds, there are thousands of silver stars.

The second step is to read the text intensively and understand the meaning.

1, explore in class and understand the meaning.

(1) How does the color change when the sun is running?

Clear: gold (in the morning)-white (rising before sunset)-red (at sunset)

(2) "When it passed the meridian overhead, it slowly pulled off the sail." What does this poem mean?

Clear: When the sun rises high, it shines without hindrance.

(3) "When it unloaded a batch of shining silver and sailed for another harbor." What rhetorical devices are used? What does this mean? What is the expressive function?

Clear: Metaphor. The author uses "silver" as a metaphor for the sun, "unloading a batch of shining silver" as a metaphor for the dark night, and "sailing to another harbor" as a metaphor for the sun about to set.

The author vividly shows the position of the sun in the sky and the change of light with metaphors, giving people space for beauty and imagination.

(4) "But when it sailed into the darkness, the ship caught fire." What do these two poems express?

Clear: The sun sinks into the clouds and reflects the sunset glow.

The third step is to recite the text and explore the center.

1, learning method guidance:

The center of understanding is to find out the image of poetry and the poem that entrusts the author's emotion or theme; Guide students to combine the above contents, summarize the center of the article and understand the meaning according to the author's writing background and intention; Understand the profundity or novelty of this center and how this center is expressed in the original text; Guide students to understand the enlightenment of this center.

2. Poetry expresses ambition. What emotion did the author Wu pin on himself with Sun Boat? Tell me your understanding?

Entrust the longing for light and happiness, and miss my hometown and mainland.

3. What does the theme of this poem inspire you?

(4) Questioning difficult questions and interpreting personality.

1. Learning method instruction: Instruct students to interpret works individually according to their own life experience and knowledge.

(1) What else do you not understand about this lesson?

(2) What unique understanding do you have of this class?

2. Summarize your interest: What have you gained after learning this lesson?

3. Homework: Preview "Little Sage Surrender to Great Sage", and ask to summarize the contents of the article, and draw up places that you don't understand or have questions.

Interesting textbook:

(1) Brief introduction of Wu.

Wu is from Jinhua, Zhejiang. He did business in Vietnam in the 1940s and went to Taiwan Province Province to continue his business after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. After living in Honduras. He started his literary creation in 1950s and won the Taiwan Province Modern Poetry Award. His main works include poetry collection Song of Soul, City of Roses and Horizon, prose collection Tragedy of Freedom-Dedicated to the Younger Generation, Notes on the Decline of Vietnam, Ruan Shi 'e-Dedicated to the Younger Generation and Selected Works of Wu. His works have won the Special Creation Award of Taiwan Province Literature and Art Foundation.

(2) Wu's works show many characteristics.

Yu Guangzhong

His omnipresent and penetrating imagination has explored the East and the West, penetrated aesthetics and science, and extended its sensitive tentacles into the future, which will be galloping in his poems for a long time.

Wu, a poet, was ill in his later years and almost blind. I haven't heard from him for a long time, except that he is far away in Central America. When the bad news of his departure came, it was already news, but not recently. My sadness is like a faint internal injury, and it is difficult to identify where it is; Although the pain has no focus, it involves half a century of memories. Although the story is over, I don't remember how it started. I only remember that 1954 Blue Star Poetry Club was founded at the beginning, and Wang Yao was not included among the five poets who founded the club, so his appearance came after Zi Rong and a little earlier than Huang Yong. By the time I got married in September 1956, he was already a frequent visitor to ring my doorbell in Xiamen street, far more than Xia Qing and Huang Yong, not to mention the heroes of Genesis.

I have never joined the party in my life, and I am not interested in forming societies and factions. I was flattered to join the * * * Blue Star Group because Zhong Dingwen and Qin Zihao forgot to pay attention to the Chinese New Year and invited each other. But after all, I am older than me 15 and 16 years old, and I can form literary friends, but I am not tired of being a poet. It's normal to get together and talk and praise others. There are four people: Xia Qing is three years older than me, and Wang Yao and Huang Yong are four to eight years older, so they are peers. Huang Yong is the youngest, but he is the cleverest. He is good at theoretical analysis and criticism of people. His greatest interest in coming to my house is to sit and chat, and he doesn't care much about the complexity of the world. Xia Qing is the oldest and most generous. Even if he is an "enemy", he is just an understatement, laughing and laughing, and he has never seen him at odds. He also has another side of joining the WTO. He won't just talk to me about poetry and ignore my family and my bride. He can be said to be an ideal guest. Besides talking about poetry, Wang Yao prefers to integrate into my family and play with my husband and wife. It seems that he has no relatives in Taiwan Province province. To be sure, he only has one brother, Wu, who is a deputy to the National People's Congress and so on. We seldom ask him about his family background, except that he is studying in Tamkang English College.

Xiaoyao, a single man, is also a sentimental temperament middleman in Ren Xia. He likes to come to my house often, and naturally becomes a playmate without talking about poetry. He not only has many ideas, but also often leaves late at night. Wang Yao's poetry has its masculine and majestic side, which can echo my style of the same type. They have a lot in common, from watching stars to being haunted to enjoying classical music. My wife, I raised, I enjoyed it, I participated in it, and left many memories of playing together. At that time, the night sky in Taipei was not polluted, the light damage was not severe, and the stars were sometimes vivid. We don't have to go to the open river bank to see the stars. Even in the alley of Xiamen Street, we can look up at Orion in winter night. It is as magnificent and bright as the Oracle in the apocalypse, rising from the southeast. Wang Yao is always in high spirits, carrying a flashlight and a star map, constantly casting for reference, seeking knowledge of heaven and beauty, and wandering outside light years. Night after night, the two fans wandered in the universe, far away, forgetting the reality of astronomy and mythology. During that time, we wrote many poems about space fantasy. 1In August, 957, my poem "Shooting Nine Days" was published in the Central Supplement, with the article "Open the bow of Wu Hao, build a strong arrow against chess". Wang Yao rushed back to Taipei from the south that day and bought me a long bow painted in black, which made me feel like a bosom friend.

Another good thing is the supernatural world of ghosts and gods. We often tell or make up ghost stories late at night to scare each other. Sometimes I suddenly turn off the lights and shine from below with a flashlight, revealing a ferocious face of light and shade translocation. My husband and wife didn't watch Japanese movies at first, but under our persuasion, we went on to watch Sigu Guaitan, Indie Fool United and, of course, Musashi Miyamoto. Once we went to the street, looking forward to Yao Ang, and I walked in the middle, leaving me alone in the end. I protested afterwards, but Wang Yao said, "All samurai in Japanese movies are like this."

Wang Yao likes classical music, and he is more fascinated than my husband and wife. Especially when he hears the climax, he will always be at a loss, make gestures to beat the time, close his eyes and forget himself, and groan with the tune. His infection made us more excited. He has a good memory. Even if he doesn't listen to music, he will hum Liszt's hungarian rhapsody or Beethoven's The Emperor's Piano Concerto. Not to be outdone, I also want to hum the Arabian Nights by Linsky Kosakov. He is from Dongyang, Zhejiang, and should be the hometown of Luo, a poet in the early Tang Dynasty. At that time, Blue Star, a youth traveler of the Gang of Four, was obsessed with western muses and did not seriously investigate each other's native place. In fact, Xia Qing and Wang Yao are both from Zhejiang, and Huang Yong and I are both from southern Fujian. In principle, we are all southerners. Maybe we can form another school of Fujian and Zhejiang poetry. Of the four people, Huang Yong is the tallest, followed by Xia Qing, Wang Yao and me. Wang Yao has a crew cut, a wide chin and a small mouth. He likes to bulge his lower lip when he is closed. His face is often gray, his cheeks are a little thin and his skin is as thick as an orange. The sound is close to the bass, and the nasal throat is strong. His expression is mainly gloomy, but he will also be high-spirited emotionally, sometimes bold and sometimes romantic.

Once he came to my house for several days in a row, and we were not at ease, so we called him. Sure enough, there was an accident. He rented a house and lived alone, and his life was unconventional. He went back late at night and couldn't get in, so he climbed the bamboo fence and went in. Unexpectedly, he missed crossing the river and was stabbed severely by the bamboo tip. We immediately rushed to the flaw detection and saw that he was really threatened by the gauze boom and looked like a wounded soldier. However, we found that instead of feeling depressed and sorry for himself, he was proud of it. T is a fallen hero, and we are all relieved and smile bitterly.

Although I have a close relationship with Wang Yao, most of our scenes are in my home in Xiamen Street. We don't know his usual life and his relationship with his brother. We just think that although this friend yearns for chivalry, he really lives a gypsy life. One thing is certain: no matter how many love poems he wrote, he should not have a girlfriend at that time, otherwise he would always take them to my house. I felt sorry for his laziness, so I introduced one of my classmates to him. Wang Yao dated her several times and even went on an outing with her, but it didn't work out. Maybe the girl is not a poet's confidant, and the other parents will object to their association as soon as they hear what kind of poet she is. However, Wang Yao did not get nothing. Such as "Chivalrous Man-To Fu Ying" and "Breaking the Copper Mountain with Me", are all love poems left behind later: insinuating that the girl's surname is Huang.

From 1955 to 1958, Wang Yao and I became good friends. 1958 in the late summer and early autumn, in just three months, my mother was cremated and Shanshan was born, and I went further to the United States myself: three major changes in my life followed one after another, first mixed with sorrow and joy, and finally taken away by loneliness. When I returned to Taiwan Province from the United States in the autumn of 1959, You Shan caught up with Shanshan. I'm a new lecturer in English Department of Normal University, and I'm busy preparing lessons, so I can't associate with Wang Yao as often as before. Wang Yao may have misunderstood that I was alienating him. In fact, after I stayed in the United States for one year, he presented two poems in succession: "Melancholy in the Hemisphere" as a farewell, and "China People in Sifang City" as a reminder, all of which were true feelings and delicate poetry. Xiao Shan was born, and he was the first to fly to America to report good news. Such goodwill is by no means ordinary.

1959165438+10, one year after I returned to Taiwan, Wang Yao also resolutely left his hometown and went on an expedition to Vietnam. This trip, even to his own surprise, turned out to be a long 18. It was not until September 1977 that he returned to Taiwan Province Province from Saigon ruled by Yue * * *. In the meantime, he started a business in Saigon, patented his own detergent and became rich. After a stable life, he regained his poetry and pen and made great achievements. Unfortunately, in the end, the Vietnam War reversed, Saigon fell overnight, and his great wealth was wiped out. At that time, I had transferred to the Chinese Department of the Chinese University of Hong Kong, and wrote two poems to him: the first poem was written in the chaotic city where he was trapped, and the second poem was written when he regained his freedom, and it was called streaking, hoping for Yao's return to China. When we gave each other poems, it was already far away from each other: he gave me poems, but he was still in a partial situation. I gave him poems, but he was in a world of war.

Wang Yao's family fled Saigon after changing hands, and my family also contributed. My father served as a member of the Standing Committee of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Commission for a long time, and helped the Overseas Chinese Affairs Commission to contact Shen Keqin, the representative of Taiwan Province Province in Thailand, to prove to the Vietnamese side that Wang Yao's household registration was originally in Taiwan Province Province. In that case, you have to fly to Bangkok first and then transfer to Taipei. Later, after being shocked, Wang Yao recalled to us that after he got on the plane with his family and before taking off, he was deeply afraid of temporary changes. That moment was longer than a thousand years, and how it burned his anxiety.

However, living in Taipei is not easy. Wang Yao's chemical enterprises have been destroyed by the Vietnam War. He was broke and exhausted. Three years later, he enlisted Yu Yong, took his family to bid farewell to Taiwan Province Province and went to a foreign country farther and stranger than Vietnam. He went to Honduras, an ancient Mayan country. In one fell swoop, it is necessary to integrate into the human geography of Central America and the daily life of Spaniards, not to mention concentrate on starting a business. Of course, the pressure of the poet Wu is too heavy to think again. Gradually, he lost contact with Taiwan Province Province. Especially in the later years, the "senile retinal degeneration" that has not been cured for a long time has worsened. Even if two magnifying glasses are stacked together, he can barely recognize the font, but even so, it will hurt his eyes if he looks at it for a long time. As for writing, it is also difficult to write, so it is difficult to communicate with friends. Such a dilemma is of course more harmful to poetry.

This is Wu, an outstanding poet who once made friends with me. He was so close to me at the meeting that he was so far away if he missed it. He is the farthest X meteor in the blue star constellation. The tired body of metal was finally buried in the green hills of Maya. It used to sing and cry in Fukushima, where it was full of glory and never came back. However, it is impossible to use poetry to pull the tangled China. But his soul, his omnipresent and penetrating imagination, has explored the East and the West, penetrated aesthetics and science, and reached into the future with sensitive tentacles, which will gallop for a long time in his poems. Unfortunately, his poems have existed in name only. Even Zhang Mo's "Three Hundred New Poems" was stingy and left him a page and a half. In my opinion, Wu's rich legacy to the history of modern poetry still needs patient historians and commentators to make a careful inventory. Although the coffin has been covered, the theory remains to be determined. Poet friends, look in the rearview mirror.

Wu poetry is rich in output, diverse in style and numerous in masterpieces. Roughly speaking, there are about three categories. The first category is that there are few works, which are influenced by the Crescent School and the Western Romantic School. They are light and gentle, shallow and affectionate, similar to my early years. The second category is still lyrical sketches, but with deeper meaning, stronger personality and unique sensibility, the style is gradually in line with modern poetry, showing great development potential. The first category can be represented by the following harp:

My heart is a small harp. No one has played it for a long time, but now it has a beautiful voice. You have delicate hands.

Don't pull the string too hard, because the string is old, don't touch it gently, it will cause my sadness.

The second kind of masterpieces should include the following "Tongque Fu":

If you have a bronze sparrow lock, you can't lock it in spring. If you have a spring lock, you can't lock it in Er Qiao. If there is an east wind, I will lend it to you. It rains all over the sky, and thousands of peach blossoms chase the running water. However, Jiangnan is not the Jiangnan of Qianshan, and the riverside of Ren Shili is piled up in the evening. The balcony disappeared in the Han dynasty, and the empty courtyard was deep. Who knows whose house the thousand-year-old events were scattered in?

With spring, you can't lock the east wind. If you have peach blossoms, you can't dye half of the country for generations. If you meet Er Qiao in Tongque, ask her, will you marry if the east wind doesn't come in March? This kind of poem is really sharp, novel and delicious. It conveys classical romance in modern spoken language: Xu Zhimo is not so comfortable and He Qifang is not so cool. When the rhythm is too smooth, I have learned that "a thousand peach blossoms are divided into two sections", and the sudden setback is the result of the change of speed and tone. Another example is Tianya, which not only has the natural fluency of spoken English, but also has "half of Tianya", and it also cleverly casts new words, which is really innovative. Another example is Between Waking and Sleeping:

Swimming in the water chestnut of Black Bay with your eyes open, listening to the pump of your heart compressing, breathing like a snake swimming in your nose. There are sixteen eyes on the wall exchanging glances. There are fish to be cut on the operating table. You can peel off my scales. There was white blood and no pain, so a group of mummies wearing masks were whispering.

I lay in the cold desert under the gray pyramid of light, and the Millennium years poured down. I think there is a cactus sword stabbing me, stabbing the fragile part of life, and I have wings, I can fly!

Of course, the theme is to write that the patient on the operating table is undergoing surgery. In the semi-coma state of anesthesia, he experienced a series of hallucinations and associations, from fish to desert, from pyramids to cactus, and finally to birds. You can really explore the mystery of magical realism. I also talked about this theme in my poem "Cecectomy". Syntax is more refined than his, but imagination is not as magical as his. In this kind of poems, Wang Yao has got rid of the romantic innocence in his early years, such as the following poem "China writes horizontally", which is humorous:

The earth turns east and the sun climbs west. Four thousand years of culture suddenly turned into a drunken crab, lost in the colorful signs on the streets of Taipei! Look left and right. It seems all the same.

It seems that everything is different. Mom loves me, and it doesn't matter whether I love my mom or not. I have always been my father's uncle, and my uncle's account is a bit confusing. Some people say that pedestrians on the left are a bit philosophical and won't crash, but I think it's best to walk straight and dry.

On the pure theory of poetic art, this poem is scattered in culture and arranged too piecemeal, but it is very ingenious in terms of fate and creation. This idea is borrowed from me. I believe it will be more cautious. It can be seen that although Wang Yao is versatile and prolific, he sometimes forgets his roots, is informal and does not tolerate subtle changes. There is also a poem in the second category, entitled "The Cracking of My Copper Mountain", which was originally a love poem. The first two sentences are: my copper mountain is cracked, does the bell ring in your heart?

Wang Yao showed it to me when he wrote it. Just reading sentences shocked me. It's too meteorological and emotional. It should be like this. As the old saying goes, "The copper mountain collapses in the west, and the bell should ring in the east." According to Dong Fangshuo's explanation, the son of Tongshan is the mother of copper. The bronze bell in Luoyang rang for three days for no reason because there was a landslide in the west. I didn't know this allusion at that time, otherwise it would be used in the association of lotus. It serves to show that Wang Yao is more extensive and clever than me in miscellaneous books, which can be used to symbolize the mutual affection between lovers. It's a pity that Wang Yao's next sentence is too touching, too dull, and fails to grasp the solemn classicality, ending in a sentence without a text. "I left today" is a group of poems. The poets have gone through the morning, afternoon, dusk and night, and each group has a subtitle. Looking at the fourth paragraph of Night alone, we can see the strangeness of the author's imagination:

There is still some residual wine in the amethyst cup. Am I a late prodigal son? Ah! Why did the planetesimals shut me out? I tried to knock on the knocker of the moon, but I caught the last three lines of the bear's tail by mistake, and a series of metaphors were quickly and wonderfully transposed. Simple and complex, but orderly Many of Wang Yao's exquisite works often take space as the stage, resulting in his cosmic theater, but we can also observe it in detail, taking the human mind and body as the microscopic theater. In his poetic art, returning to neoclassicism and exploring ultra-modernity can be carried out at the same time. Many of his neoclassical works, such as opera and Long song, have been repeatedly recited, which is impressive. The following is an eight-part poem "Daewoo is like a net-dedicated to all the poets in Taiwan Province": Daewoo is like a net, the stars are dark across the sky, in the early summer of South China, the wanderer studied for ten years, and in the early summer, he became famous for twenty years. Fiona Fang has become a cloud of smoke, chess and cards have been dropped, and books and swords have been dropped. It's the end of the world alone. He can't look back. He looks at the wild lotus as a poem, the new moon as a painting, and his heart is like a diarrhea, waiting for a sword.

It's a pity that although Wang Yao is prolific, it is short, flat and fast, and there is no effort. His third kind of poems are not long, and they are all built in the structure of a group of poems, with a focused gravity. This series of giant structures shows the author's grand ambition and fickle mind, which is worthy of serious evaluation by poetry critics. From Taoist Taiji Suite and Oriental Suite to Modern Urban Suite, Twentieth Century Suite, and then to Power Suite of Power Aesthetics.