Heze junior high school Chinese first text is

Heze seventh grade Chinese is the first 1 lesson of Beijing Normal University Edition, from Baicaoyuan to Santan Yinyue.

There is a big garden behind my house, which is called Herb Garden according to legend. Now it has been sold to Zhu Wengong's descendants together with the house. Even the last time we met was seven or eight years ago, and it seemed that there were only some weeds. But that's my paradise.

Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberries; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will smack and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined, Manglietia has the fruit of Lotus House, and Polygonum multiflorum Thunb has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, so I often uproot them, and I have participated in the continuous uprooting, and because of this, I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen roots like people. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, which are like small balls made of coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than those of mulberries.

You can't go to the grass because it is said that there is a big red snake in this garden.

My eldest mother once told me a story: once upon a time, there was a scholar who lived in an ancient temple. He worked hard. In the evening, when he was enjoying the cool in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. I promised, but looking around, I saw a beautiful face on the wall, smiled at him and disappeared. He is very happy; But the old monk who came to talk at night saw through the mechanism. Saying that there is something evil on his face, he must have met a "beautiful snake"; This is a monster with a head and a snake body. It can call people by name. If it agrees, it will come to eat this man's meat at night. Naturally, he was scared to death, but the old monk said it was all right and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he put it on the pillow, he could lie on it. Although he still does this, he always can't sleep-of course not. In the middle of the night, sure enough, sasha vujacic! It sounds like the wind and rain outside the door. When he was shaking into a ball, he heard a clear voice. A golden light flew out of the pillow, and there was no sound outside. The golden light also flew back and was collected in the box. What happened afterwards? Later, the old monk said, this is a flying centipede. It can suck away the snake's brain, and the beautiful snake is killed by it.

The last lesson is: so if a strange voice calls your name, you must not promise him.

This story made me feel the danger of being a man. I often worry about enjoying the cool summer night and dare not look at the wall. I really want to get a box of flying centipedes like the old monk. I often think so when I walk beside the grass in the Herbal Garden. But until now, I haven't got it, but I haven't met the red snake and the beautiful snake. It is natural for strange voices to call my name, but they are not beautiful snakes.

Herbal gardens in winter are tasteless; It's different when it snows. Making a snowman (printing one's whole figure on the snow) and modeling a snowman need people's appreciation. This is a deserted garden, so it is not suitable, so we have to catch birds. Bo Xue is not enough; When birds have nowhere to feed for a long time, it is always necessary to cover the ground with snow for a day or two. Sweep away a piece of snow and expose the ground. Set up a big bamboo curtain with a short stick, sprinkle some chaff under it, and tie a long rope on the stick. People hold it from a distance and watch the birds come down to peck. When they reach the bottom of the bamboo curtain, they pull the rope and cover the bamboo curtain. But most of them are sparrows, and there are also "birds" with pale cheeks. They are impatient and can't keep them overnight.

This is the method my father taught me, but I can't use it well. Obviously, I saw them go in. I pulled the rope and ran over to have a look. There was nothing. It took me a long time to stop them, but only three or four times. The father who moistens the soil can catch dozens of them in half a day, put them in a fork bag and scream and bump around. I once asked him the reasons for his gains and losses, and he just smiled quietly: You are too impatient to wait for it to come to the middle.

I don't know why my family sent me to the bookstore, which is called the strictest bookstore in the city. Maybe it's Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. The mud wall that has been destroyed may be because the brick was thrown on the partition wall of Liang's house, or maybe because I jumped off the wall of Shijing ... I don't know. All in all: I won't go to the Herb Garden often. Ade (goodbye in German), my crickets! Ed, my raspberries and Manglietia!

Going out to the east, within half a mile, I walked across a stone bridge, which is my husband's home. Go through a black bamboo door, and the third room is the study. There is a plaque in the middle: three pools print the moon; Below the plaque is a photo of a fat sika deer crouching under an old tree. Without Confucius memorial tablet, we would pay tribute to the plaque and deer. The first time was to worship Confucius, and the second time was to worship Mr.

When he saluted for the second time, Mr. Wang responded kindly. He is a tall and thin old man with gray hair and big glasses. I have great respect for him, because I heard that he is an old-fashioned, simple and knowledgeable person in this city.

I don't know where I heard it, but Dong Fangshuo is also very knowledgeable. He knew that an insect called "strange" was melted by resentment and doused with wine. I really want to know the detailed story, but Chang doesn't know it, because she has no knowledge after all. Now you have a chance, you can ask Mr.

"Sir,' strange' this bug, what's going on? ..... "I'm going to flip through the books, and when I'm about to retire, I quickly ask.

I don't know! His face seems very unhappy and angry.

I just know that as a student, I shouldn't ask these things, as long as I study, because he is a profound scholar, and he will never be ignorant. The so-called ignorant people don't want to say. People older than me often do this. I have seen it several times.

I just read books, practice calligraphy at noon and have classes at night. At first, Mr. Wang was very strict with me these days. Later, I got better, but gradually I read more books. I added words in class, from three words to five words, and finally to seven words

There is also a garden after the three pools reflect the moon. Although small, you can climb the flower bed to fold wintersweet, and look for cicadas on the ground or on osmanthus trees. The best job is to catch flies and feed them to ants quietly. However, the students went to the garden too much for too long, but they couldn't do it. Mr. Wang shouted in the study:

"Where has everyone gone!"

People will go back one by one; It's no good going back together. He has a ruler, but he doesn't use it often. He has the rule of kneeling, but he doesn't use it often. Ordinary people just stared a few times, loudly way:

"Reading!"

So everyone opened their throats and read for a while. It's really noisy. Some people read that "the benevolent is far away from me, and I want the benevolent", others read that "a dog's mouth is full of teeth", others read that "nine hidden dragons should not be used", and some people read that "you are wrong on the ground, wrong on the ground, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Iron wishful, charming command, a sit all surprised ~ ~; Jin Luo Yi, hanging upside down, thousand cups are not drunk ~ ~........................................................................ "

I doubt that this is an excellent article, because when I read it, he always smiles, raises his head, shakes it and bends back.

When Mr. Wang is absorbed in reading, it suits us very well. Some of them put paper armor on their nails to play with. I am a painter. I use a kind of paper called "Jingchuan Paper" to describe the Xiu Xiang of the novel one by one, just like the shadow writing when I study Chinese characters. The more books you read, the more you draw; I have never read a book, but I have gained a lot in painting. The most fragmentary are The Journey to the West's Dangkou Zhi and Xiu Xiang, both of which are very big. Later, in order to get money, I sold it to a rich classmate. His father runs a tin foil shop; It is said that I have become a shopkeeper now and will soon rise to the status of a gentleman. This thing is long gone.