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The first volume of the fifth grade Chinese "osmanthus rain" ppt courseware

Introduction: The author of "Rain of Osmanthus Flowers" is Qi Jun, a contemporary Taiwan Province woman writer. The author mainly recalls the childhood "Flower Shake Music" and "Sweet Flower Rain" in his hometown, and the lines are filled with the author's faint homesickness and nostalgia for the beautiful life in his hometown. The following is the "osmanthus rain" courseware I collected, hoping to help you.

click to download the file: the first volume of "osmanthus rain" PPT courseware for the fifth grade of primary school Chinese published by People's Education Press

The text of "osmanthus rain"

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is the osmanthus season in my hometown.

when it comes to osmanthus fragrans, it's like smelling it. There are two kinds of osmanthus fragrans. The osmanthus fragrans blooms every month, and the flowers are small and pale yellow. There are also osmanthus fragrans in Taiwan Province. I once smelled this fragrance when I walked outside people's walls, and it would cause homesickness when I smelled it. The other is called Jingui, which only blooms in autumn, and the flowers are large and < P > golden yellow. In my big house, there are two large fields in front and back, and along the fence, all kinds of laurels are planted. Only in the courtyard in front of the main hall are two osmanthus trees and two hydrangeas. And under the veranda of my father's study, there are several pots of camellia and osmanthus. When I was a child, I didn't appreciate any flowers. Although my father told me pointedly, this is Lingxiao flower, this is Ding Dong flower and this is Mu Bi flower ... Besides remembering some names, I like osmanthus best. Osmanthus fragrans is not as graceful and clumsy as Prunus mume. When it doesn't bloom, it is just full of dense leaves. In the flowering season, we have to carefully look for fine flowers from the green leaves. It doesn't compete with flowers. But the sweet smell of osmanthus is really charming. The fascinating reason is that it can not only smell, but also eat. How tacky is "eating flowers" to the poet? But I would rather be vulgar, that is, I love osmanthus.

Osmanthus fragrans really haunts me. My hometown is an offshore county, and August is the typhoon season. Mother called it "feng shui taboo". As soon as Osmanthus fragrans opened, my mother began to worry. "Don't come to the typhoon." The first thing she is worried about is the rice to be harvested, and the second is the osmanthus to be harvested. Osmanthus fragrans, like peaches, plums and plums, also has a harvest. My mother walks in the front and back yards every day, saying, "As long as there is no typhoon, I can collect a few big baskets, send one to grandpa Hu Zhai and one to my second aunt Mao Zhai. They make more cakes." It turns out that osmanthus fragrans is the spice of cakes. When Osmanthus fragrans blooms most luxuriantly, there are at least a dozen neighbors who are not immersed in the fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans. When sweet-scented osmanthus is ripe, it should be "shaken". The shaken sweet-scented osmanthus is complete and fresh. If it is allowed to bloom and fall into the soil, especially when it is blown down by the wind and rain, it will be wet and its fragrance will be too poor. "Shake osmanthus" is a big deal for me, so I always stare at my mother and ask, "Mom, why don't you shake osmanthus?" Mother said, "It's still early. I can't shake it if I don't drive enough." However, when my mother saw that the sky was overcast and the feet of the clouds were hairy, she knew that a typhoon was coming, and she quickly ordered the long-term workers to "shake the osmanthus" in advance. Now, I was cola. I helped to lay a mat under the osmanthus tree, helped to hold the osmanthus tree and shook it hard. The osmanthus trees fell one after another, leaving us covered in hair, so I shouted, "Ah! It's like rain, what a sweet rain. " Mother washed her hands, put a pinch of osmanthus in a crystal plate and sent it to the Buddhist temple for offering Buddha. My father lit sandalwood, and the smoke from the stove was mixed, and the Buddhist temple was like a fairy world. So my father's poem became popular, and he immediately took it as a must: "Delicate fragrance and faint smoke, and compete for the harvest of Guizi. Children can shake flowers and music, and flowers and rain are colorful and sweet. " Poetry is not necessarily brilliant, but in my mind, my father is really man of great talent, and he exports it into poetry.

after osmanthus fragrans were shaken off, the whole family mobilized, picked the twigs and leaflets, spread them out in the bamboo pole, basked in the sun for several days, dried them, put them in iron cans, and made tea in tea, sweet-scented osmanthus brine and cakes during the Chinese New Year. Throughout the year, the whole village is immersed in osmanthus fragrance. When I was in middle school, I went to Hangzhou. There is a scenic spot in Hangzhou, Manjue Long, a small mountain dock, which is full of sweet-scented osmanthus. When the flowers bloom, it will smell ten miles. When we go hiking in autumn, we must go to Manjue Long to enjoy osmanthus. "Watching flowers" is an excuse, and the main thing is to have a full meal of "osmanthus chestnut soup". In addition to osmanthus, there are chestnuts in Manjue Long. Chestnuts are maturing in the flower season. Soft newly peeled chestnuts are cooked with lotus root starch of West Lake, and a few osmanthus flowers are sprinkled on the surface. That elegant and light fragrance is indescribable in any case. Even if you don't sprinkle osmanthus, it's just as fragrant, because chestnuts grow in osmanthus flowers and have osmanthus fragrance. As we walked and shook, osmanthus fell like rain, and there was no soil on the ground, covered with osmanthus, and it was a little unbearable to step on the flowers. This is probably what my mother said, "golden sands pave the ground, the western paradise." My mother has worked hard all her life, complaining and loving, because there is a western paradise with golden sands and glass in her heart. When I go home, I always bring a big bag of sweet-scented osmanthus back to my mother, but my mother often says, "The sweet-scented osmanthus here is not as good as the sweet-scented osmanthus in my hometown yard."

Then I remembered the "flower-rocking music" in my hometown's childhood, and the intermittent osmanthus rain.

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