Unit 2 Poems

Ways to express your feelings: singing shopping washing clothes sleeping eating running shouting …… Try to convey emotions and tell stories by writing poems Chinese poems English poems

Rhyme and rhythm are important to poetry. Twinkle twinkle little star How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high Like a diamond in the sky. How I wonder what you are.

A test on the knowledge of Chinese poems A Tranquil Night (静夜思) The Geese鹅 Farewell to Cambridge再别康桥 Spring Dawn春晓 The book of songs诗经

Looking up, I find the moon bright; Enjoy Chinese poems Looking up, I find the moon bright; Bowing, in homesickness I'm drowned. 举头望明月，低头思故乡。 --- 李白 Hoeing (hoe v.除草)millet (n. 稷;栗)in mid-day heat, Sweat dripping to the earth beneath: Do you know the food on your plate, Each grain was hard-earned 锄禾日当午，汗滴禾下土。 谁知盘中餐，粒粒皆辛苦。

When all at once I turn my head, I look for her in vain. When all at once I turn my head, I find her there where lantern light is dimly shed. 众里寻他千百度，蓦然回首，那人却在灯火阑珊处 —— 辛弃疾 《青玉案. 元夕》 If you would ask me how my sorrow has increased, just see the over-brimming river flowing east! 问君能有几多愁，恰似一江春水向东流。 —— 李煜《虞美人》

A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day. 独在异乡为异客，每逢佳节倍思亲。 People have sorrow and joy; they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines; it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the olden days. 人有悲欢离合，月有阴晴阳缺，此事古难全。

Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here; Gently I flick my sleeves Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away 　　 悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的来； 我挥一挥衣袖，不带走一片云彩。 —— 徐志摩《再别康桥》 When those red berries come in springtime, Flushing on your southland branches, Take home an armful, for my sake, As a symbol of our love. 红豆生南国， 春来发几枝。 愿君多采撷， 此物最相思。

A test on the knowledge of English poets Shakerspeare Wordsworth Shelly William Blake威廉·布雷克 Tagore

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Some famous lines: If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? 如果冬天已经来了，春天还会远吗？-- Shelly To be or not to be, that is a question. 是生存还是毁灭， 这是个问题。--Shakespeare The furthest distance in the world Is not between life and death But when I stand in front of you Yet you don't know that I love you 世界上最遥远的距离 不是生与死 而是 我就站在你面前…

Why do people write poems? to express feelings to tell a story or describe a person; to have fun with words to call up people to do sth. to practice writing to help with their problems (both physical and mental ones)

Let’s appreciate some famous poems and feel the feelings The ten Indians One little, two little, three little Indians, Four little, five little, six little Indians, Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians, Ten little Indian boys. Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians, Seven little, six little, five little Indians, Four little, three little, two little Indians, One little Indian boy. I feel the fun of poem, To teach children to count numbers by singing.

Red, Red Rose Robbie Burns 1759-1796 My luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; My luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! 啊，我的爱人象红红的玫瑰， 在六月里苞放； 啊，我的爱人象一支乐曲， 乐声美妙、悠扬。 你那么美，漂亮的姑娘； 我爱你那么深切； 我会永远爱你，亲爱的， 一直到四海涸竭。 直到四海涸竭，亲爱的， 直到太阳把岩石消融！ 只要生命无穷。 再见吧，我唯一的爱人， 再见吧，小别片刻； 我会回来的，我的爱人， 即使万里相隔！

As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a' the seas gang dry Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. --- I am in deep love with you --- Until the seas go dry. ---Until the rocks are melted by the sun ---As long as my life is still running. I feel The deep love (of the man) in the lady; He misses her very much. It is full of romance.

Waiting for you –Richard Marks Ocean apart day after day And I slowly go insane I hear your voice on the line But it doesn't stop the pain If I see you next to never How can we say forever Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you a bit of sorrow, loneliness. Shows deep love for …

Life Is beauty Life is beauty, admire it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is too precious, do not destroy it. Life is life, fight for it. What is life like? What would you do with your life? Life is filled with … Life is sth. we need to achieve.

Do you have a favorite poem? What makes it your favourite? It has rhymes and rhythm It sounds like a beautiful melody. (曲调). It expresses the feelings beyond word. It brings me fun when playing with the words. It shows the beauty of words. It is easy to learn and recite.

Try to create poems of your own --- a rhythmic and rhyming poem Life Is beauty , admire it. Life is beauty, admire it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is too precious, do not destroy it. Life is life, fight for it. Life is a play, perform it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a paper, paint it. Life is a book, read it. Life is a wine, taste it. Life is an opportunity, take it. Life is a poem, enjoy it.

Try to create poems of your own --- a rhythmic and rhyming poem Slowly the moon climbs in the sky, Slowly the bird lets out a cry, Slowly the dog crosses the road, Slowly the old man carried his load(重担) Slowly the boy drinks the ink, Slowly the car drives to the bank Slowly the panda opens his eyes, Slowly the sun melt the ice.

Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is a speaking picture. 画是无言的诗, 诗是有声的画。