中国古诗英语幻灯片课件

1、 13th Group Chinese civilization has a long history. ancient Chinese poetry is one of the immortal(不朽的) chapters.Experienced the baptism洗礼 and sedimentation沉淀 of five thousand years , Chinese poetry has been the peak of the world.We can say the people who was not good at poetry was not a real litera

2、tor , In some cases , just a illiterate（文盲）.With thousands of years past, emperors buried in the dust of history, only the poets name also shineChina is a poetry of the country and it is well known with its graceful artistic conception (意境)and rich philosophy(哲理).Because of this, it made you intoxic

3、ated（迷醉） for too long ，and it left deep footprint in history.In poetry, the poet often placed their feelings, wishes in the description of objective things, making things seem to have a natural human emotion, creating a situation with scenery and emotions. Feeling of the things changed along with th

4、e emotion of people. so in ancient Chinese poetry, everything has a feelingRead poem, especial the ancient Chinese poem, you can see, the flowers would be laughing, wind seem scissors, pine(松树) like a hero. This description is very knavish, but no one to blame, because it is beautiful, people only h

5、ave to love,or even crazyMore poetry readings, you will be charmed unconsciously(不知不觉), pick up a pen is no longer a blank mind, as if they are the writer ,even make themselves amazed to what they have wrote incidentally , like the old saying of reading break 10 000 Paper to write about if God Chine

6、se ancient poetry is wonderful,no word to express.游子吟游子吟孟郊孟郊慈母手中线慈母手中线游子身上衣游子身上衣 临行密密缝临行密密缝意恐迟迟归意恐迟迟归谁言寸草心谁言寸草心报得三春辉报得三春辉A TRAVELLERS SONGThe thread in the hands of a fond-hearted motherMakes clothes for the body of her wayward boy;Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mendsDreading the delays that

7、will keep him late from home. But how much love has the inch-long grassFor three spring months of the light of the sun? 无题无题 李商隐李商隐 相见时难别亦难东风无力百花残春蚕到死丝方尽蜡炬成灰泪始乾晓镜但愁云鬓改夜吟应觉月光寒蓬莱此去无多路青鸟殷勤为探看TO ONE UNNAMEDTime was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted,And the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone,And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die And every night the candles will weep their wicks awayMornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changingYet she dares the chill of moonligh