从百草园到三味书屋课文(英文版)

From Herbs to Sanweishuwu (English) textBehind my house there is a large park, according to legend called Baicao garden. It is sold with the house already and the children of Zhuwen Gong, and even the last time the meet has also been an interval of seven or eight years, of which only some weeds seem conclusive; that time it was my paradise.Needless to say green vegetable bed, smooth Ishii bar, the tall acacia trees, purple mulberry; do not have to say that in the leaves, Zhang Yin Maemi, the Hornets fell on cauliflower obesity, the nimble called the Son of Heaven (The Lark) suddenly from the grass between dart gone to the sky. One is just around the foot of the wall along the mud, there is unlimited fun. Oil sinica here humming, crickets are playing here. Turn off bricks, sometimes met centipede; there cantharidin, if the backbone with your fingers hold it, it will snapped, while the smoke emitted from the rear orifices. Magnolia vine Polygonum wrapped rattan and contact with, a lotus magnolia fruit in general, the root of Polygonum multiflorum are bloated.Some say it is like the human form Polygonum multiflorum root, and eating can become immortal, so often I pull it up and continuously involved in pulling together, have so damaged the walls, but has never seen any kind of a root like a man . If you are not afraid of thorns, you can pick the raspberries, save as a small coral beads into a small ball, sweet and sour, taste and color was much better than the mulberry.Long grass is not, as was rumored that the garden there is a great serpent.Mom had told me long to listen to a story: In the past, there is a scholar in the hard living in the temple at night, enjoy the cool air in the yard, I suddenly heard someone call him. Agreed with all sides, when looking at a beauty Lian Lu fleet on the wall, to his smile, omitted. He was pleased; but actually going to happen to that old monk came to see through the organ. Yao Qi wrote on his face, must meet beautiful snake; This is the first snake monster who can call names, if a promise, the night will have to eat the flesh of this man. He naturally scared to death, and that the old monk is nothing wrong road, give him a small box, that as long as on the pillow, pillows clothes can be high.Although he still do, but always can not sleep, - of course not sleep. To the middle of the night, did indeed come up, Falling! Like the wind and rain outside. A heap when he was shaking, but excluded the sound heard, a golden flying out from the pillow, what a sound was heard outside, then, that gold will fly back, grabbing the box. What happened then? Later, the old monk said that this was a flying centipede, snake can suck the brains, beauty snake was killedby it.Results at the end of the lesson is: So if an unfamiliar voice called your name, you can not accept his million.The story is that I think the risk of life, summer shade, often a little worried, afraid to go to the wall, but most want to fly like a box of old monk centipede. Went to the bushes next to the Garden Herbs, they often think so. But until now, the total has not been, but have not met the serpent and the beauty snake. My name is common natural sounds strange, but not beauty snake.Comparison of winter Baicaoyuan tasteless; snow about, may different from the. Snowman film (to be printed in their full form of snow) and the plastic snow Lohan needs people appreciate that this is Huang Yuan, inaccessible, it is not affordable, have to catch birds. Thin layer of snow, is not enough; always subject to snow covered the ground a couple of days, feeding birds are long-time we go nowhere.On a sweep of snow, above the ground, supported by a rod from the side of a large bamboo screen, the following sprinkle blighted valley, tie a long rope on the stick, people holding far to see down the pecking birds, walking bamboo screen to the bottom when the rope a pull, it fell on. However, the majority from the sparrows, also has white cheeks Zhang birds, patience is very impatient, the raising of the night, however.This is Runtu father taught the method, I do not quite can. Clearly see that they go in, pull the rope, ran to look, but nothing, took a half-day power, and promoting, but three or four lives. Runtu father was able to capture a small half-dozen, packed in bags cried and beat upon the cross. I once asked him why gains and losses, he only laughed quietly: you are too impatient, too late to wait for it to come into its midst.I do not know why I sent the house of the book to go the private school, but also the whole city as the most serious book Sook. Perhaps because the pull Polygonum strike destroyed the walls, perhaps because the bricks thrown partitions of the Ka to the strike, probably because the bar standing jump Come Ishii strike ... ... are not know. In short: I will not always to the Herbs park. Ade (German, meaning goodbye), my crickets! Ade, I have and magnolia are the raspberry!Out east, not the half, through a stone bridge, that is my husband's home. Bamboo from a door into the black oil, the third is the study. The middle hangs a plaque and said: Sanweishuwu; plaque Below is a picture, painted a very fat deer and fell under the old tree. No tablets of Confucius, we salute theTV drama plaque and deer. Be the first worship of Confucius, and the second regarded Mr. worship.The second salute, the President will be in the side of the Dali kindly. He is a tall, thin old man, hair is going gray, wore big glasses. I am very respectful to him, because I had heard, he is Founder of the city very, simple, learned man.I do not know from where to listen to, and Dongfang Shuo is also very knowledgeable, he knows a worm, the name Guaizai Yuanqi the technology, a pouring wine to dispel the. I would like to know the story in detail, but do not know A long, because she, after all, is not knowledgeable. Now get the chance, ask sir."Sir, Oh, dear! This worm is how the matter?" ... ...I went to students the book, will be back down, quickly asked."No!" He seemed very upset, his face still looking angry was.I know that a student should not be asking these things, as long as reading, because he is knowledgeable of the Suru, and never so as not to know, do not know who called, but would not say. People older than I, is often the case, I met several back.I just read, noon calligraphy, the evening of the class. Mr. initially very hard on me these days, but later got better, but I read the book to gradually multiply, and of course also gradually add the word go, from three to Five-character words, and finally to the Seven.Sanweishuwu back also has a garden, though small, but there can also break up the wax to the plum flower, sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the ground or find free oneself. The best job is to catch flies to feed ants and quietly no sound. However, a classmate came to the garden too much, too long, may die, sir, they cried in the library:"People are gone!"People will go back one by one after another; with back, not the line. He had a cane, but not common, there are kneeling in the rules, but not common, ordinary general but staring glances, and loudly:"Reading"Then, we open the throat while reading the book, really voices. Have read "far off I want Ren Ren Adams Ren Zhi Yi", and have read, "laughed one tooth missing, saying the dog sinus wide open", and have read "on the nine Qianlongwuyong", and have read the "rhetoric of soil under bud on the wrong Mao Jue Gong Ju You, "the ... ... President himself to study. Later, our voices will be low-down, quiet down, and only he read them aloud:Iron smug, suave command, are scared of a ride it ~ ~; gold ulterior Luo, reversed dripping alas, a thousand cup is not drunk ho ~ ~ ... ...I suspect this is an excellent article, as read here, he always smiled and looked up the head, shaking, to the back bend over bend over.Mr Reading ecstatic when we are very affordable at. There are several armor sets will use the papered a show in the nail. I was painting children, using a process called Jing Chuan paper, and kept in the novel's Illustrated description one by one down, as the impact of learning calligraphy to write the same time. Read the book increased, paintings also increased; not read into the book, the painting has a lot of achievements, the most into pieces is the &Dang and Journey to the West, the Illustrated, has a Big Ben. Later, in order to ask for money, sold to a rich classmate had. His father was a store open foil; heard that the owner now that he has done, and soon rose to the status of a gentleman. This is not the right thing already.。

人教版七年级下册：《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文

人教版七年级下册：《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文我家后面有一个叫做百草园的大花园，现在已经被卖给了XXX的子孙。

虽然已经隔了七八年没有去过，但在我的记忆里，那里是我的乐园。

除了碧绿的菜畦、光滑的石井栏、高大的皂荚树和紫红的桑葚外，还有很多有趣的事情。

比如，油蛉在这里低唱，蟋蟀们在这里弹琴。

有时候，翻开断砖会遇到蜈蚣和斑蝥。

何首乌藤和XXX缠绕在一起，木莲有像莲房一样的果实，而何首乌有臃肿的根。

听说吃了何首乌根能成仙，但我从来没有见过像人形的根。

如果不怕刺，还可以摘到覆盆子，像小珊瑚珠攒成的小球，又酸又甜，比桑葚要好吃得多。

长的草里是不去的，因为相传这园里有一条很大的XXX。

曾经听长妈妈讲过一个故事，说有一个读书人在院子里纳凉的时候，突然听到有人在叫他。

他看了四周，却只看到一个美女的脸露在墙头上，向他一笑，然后就消失了。

后来，他被告知那是“美女蛇”，是人首蛇身的怪物，能唤人名，如果一答应，夜间就会来吃人的肉。

他被吓坏了，但老和尚给了他一个小盒子，告诉他只要放在枕边，就可以高枕无忧。

然而，他总是睡不着，直到半夜，美女蛇果然来了，但被一道金光治死了。

故事的结尾是告诫人们，如果有陌生的声音叫你的名字，千万不要答应。

这个故事让我意识到做人的危险。

每当XXX乘凉时，我总是有些担心，不敢看墙上，但也很想得到一个老和尚那样的小盒子。

虽然我从来没有得到过，但也没有遇到过XXX和美女蛇。

偶尔会有陌生的声音叫我的名字，但都不是美女蛇。

冬天的百草园比较无趣，只有下雪时才有两件事情可做：堆雪人和XXX。

然而这并不适合鉴赏，因为这是一个荒芜的园子，很少有人来。

因此，人们只好来捕鸟。

但是，如果雪太少，就不行了。

必须等到积雪覆盖地面一两天，鸟儿们才会无处觅食。

然后，人们可以扫开一块雪，露出地面，用一面大的竹筛支起一枝短棒，下面撒些秕谷，然后系上一条长绳，远远地牵着，等待鸟儿来啄食，当它们走到竹筛底下时，拉一下绳子就可以将它们罩住。

杨宪益英译鲁迅的散文

杨宪益英译鲁迅的散文《从百草园到三味书屋》From Hundred-Plant Garden to Three-flavour StudyBehind our house was a great garden known in our family as Hundred-Plant Garden. It has long since been sold, together with the house,to the descendents of Zhu Xi; and the last time I saw it, already seven or eight years ago. I am pretty sure there were only weeds growing there. But in my childhood it was my paradise.I need not speak of the green vegetable plots, the slippery stone coping round the well, the tall honey-locust tree, or the purple mud berries. Nor need I speak of the long shrilling of the cicadas among the leaves, the fat wasps couches in the flowering rape, or the nimble skylarks who suddenly soared straight up from the grass to the sky. Just the foot of the low mud wall around the garden was a source of unfailing interest. Here field crickets droned away while house crickets chirped merrily. Turning over a broken brick, you might find a centipede. There were stink-beetles as well, and if you pressed a finger on their rear orifices. Milkwort interwove with climbing fig which had fruit shaped like the calyx of a lotus, while the milk mort had swollen tubers. Fork said that some of these had human shapes and if you ate them you would become immortal, so I kept on pulling them up. By uprooting one I pulled out those next to it, and in this way destroyed part of the mud wall, but I never found a tuber shaped like a man. If you were not afraid of thorns you could pick raspberries too, like clusters of little coral beads, sweet yet tart, with a much finer color and flavor than mulberries.I did not venture into the long grass, because a huge brown snake was said to inhabit the garden.Mama Chang had told me a story:Once upon a time a scholar was staying in an old temple to study. One evening while enjoying the cool of the courtyard he heard someone call his name. Responding he looked round and saw, over the wall, the head of a siren. She smiled, then disappeared. He was very pleased, till the old monk who came to chat with him each evening discovered what had happened. Detecting an evil influence on his face, he declared that the scholar must have seen a beautiful-woman snake ---- a monsterwith a human head and snake's body who was able to call a man's name. If he answered , the snake would come that night to devour him.The scholar was nearly frightened to death, of course; but the old monk told him not to worry and gave him a little box, assuring him that if he put this by his pillow he could go to sleep without fear.But though the scholar did as he was told, he could not sleep----and that is hardly surprising. At midnight, to be sure , the monster came! There sounded a hissing and rustling, as if of wind and rain, outside the door. Just as ht was shaking with fright, however----whizz----a golden ray streaked up from beside his pillow. Then outside the door utter silence fell, and the golden ray flew back once more to its box.And after that? After that the old monk told him that this was a flying centipede which could suck out the brain of a snake----- the beautiful-woman snake had been killed by it.The moral of this was: If a strange voice calls your name , on no account answer.This story brought home to me he perils with which human life is fraught. When I sat outside on a summer night I often felt too apprehensive to look at the wall, and longed for a box with a flying centipede in it like the old monk's. This was often in my thoughts when I walked to the edge of the long grass in Hundred-Plant Garden. To this day I have never got hold of such a box, but neither have I encountered the brown snake or beautiful-Woman Snake, Of course, strange voice often call my name; but they have never proved to belong to beautiful-woman snakes.In winter the garden was relatively dull; as soon as it snowed, though, that was a different story. Imprinting a snowman ( by pressing your body on the snow) or building snow Buddhas repuired appreciative audiences; and since this was a deserted garden where visitors seldom came, such games were out of place here. Iwas therefore reduced to catching birds. A light fall of snow would not do: the ground had to be covered for one or two days, so that the birds had gone hungry for some rice husks beneath it, then tied a long string to the stick and retired to a distance to hold it, waiting for birds to come. when they hopped under the sieve, you sugged the string and trapped them . Most of those caught were sparrows, but there were white-throated wagtails too, so wild that they died less than a day of captivity.It was Runtu's father who taught me this method, but I was not adept at it. Birds hopped under my sieve all right, yet when I pulled the string and ran over to look there was usually nothing there, and after long efforts I caught merely three or four.Runtu's father in only half the time coued catch dozens which, stowed in his bag, would cheep and jostle each other. I asked him once the reason for my failure. With a quiet smile he said:"You're too impatient. You don't wait for them to get to the middle."I don't know why my family decided to send me to school, or why they chose the school reputed to bethe strictest in the town. Perhaps it was because I had spoiled the mud wall by uprooting mikwort, perhaps because I had thrown bricks into the Liangs' courtyard next door,perhaps because I had climbed the well coping to jump off it.....There is no means of knowing. At all events ,this meant an end to my frequent visits to Hundred-Plant Garden. Adieu, my crickets ! Adieu, my raspberries and climbing figs!A few hundred yards east of our house, across a stone bridge, was where my teacher lived. You went in through a black-lacquered bamboo gate, and the third room was the classroom. On the central wall hung the inscriotion Three-Flavour Study, and under this was a painting of a portly fallow deer lying beneath an old tree. In the absence of a tablet to Confucius, we bowed before the inscription and the deer. The first time for Confucius, the second time for our teacher.When we bowed the second time, our teacher bowed graciously back from the side of the room. A thin, tall old man with a grizzled beard, he wore large spectacles. And I had the he was the most upright, honourable and erudite man in our town.I forget where it was that I heard that Dongfang Shuo was another erudite scholar who knew of an insect called guai-zai, the incarnation of some unjustly slain man's ghost, which would vanish if you doused it with wine. I longed to learn the details of this story, but Mama Chang could not enlighten me, for she after all was not an erudite scholar. Now my chance had come. I could ask my teacher."What is this insect guai--zai, sir?" I asked hastily at the end of a end of a new lesson, just before I was dismissed."I don't know."He seemed not at all pleased. Indeed, he looked rather angry.then I realized that students should not ask questions like this, butconcentrate on studying. Being such a learned scholar, of course he must know the answer. When he said he did not know, it mwant he would not tell me. Grownups often behaved like this. as I knew from many past experiences.So I cancentrated on studying. At miday I practised calligraphy, in the evening I made couplets. For the first few days the teacher was very stern, later he treated me better; but by degrees he increased my reading assignment and the number of characters in each line of the couplets I was set to write , from three to five, and finally to seven.There was a garden behind Three-Flavour Study too. Although it was small, you could climb the terrace there to pick winter plum, or search the ground and the fragrant osmanthus tree forthe moulted skins of cicadas. Best of all was catching flies to feed ants, for that did not make any noise. But it was no use too many of us slipping out too long, for then the teacher then the teacher would shout from the class-room:"where has everybody gone?"Then everyone would slip back one after the other: it was no use all going back together. He had a ferule which he seldom used, and a method of punishing students by making them kneel which again he seldom used. In general, he simply glared round for a while and shouted:"Get on with your reading!"Then all of us would read at the top of our voices , with a roar like a seething cauldron.We all read from different texts:"Is humanity far? When I seek it, it is here.""To mock a toothless man, say: The dog'e kennel gapes wide.""On the upper ninth the dragon hides itself and bides its time.""Poor soil, with good produce of the inferior sort interspersed with superior produce; its tribute, matting, orangers, pomelos."............The tutor read aloud too. Later ,our voices grew lower and faded away. He alone went on declaiming as loudly as ever:"At a sweep of his iron sceptre, all stand amazed .... The golden goblet brims over, but a thousand cups will not intoxicate him ..."I suspected this to be the finest literature, for whenever he reached this passage he always smiled, threw back his head a little and shook it, bending his head further and further back.When our tutor was completely absorbed in his reading, that was most conenient for us. Some boys would then stage puppet shows with paper helmets on their fingers.I used to draw, using what we called" Jingchuan paper" to trace the illustrations to various novels, just as we traced calligraphy. The more books I read, the more illustations I traced. I never became a good student but I made not a little progress as an artist, the best sets I copied being two big volumes of illustration, one from Suppressing the Bandits, the other from Pilgrimage to the West. Later, needing ready money, I sold these to a rich classmate whose father ran a shop selling the tinsel coins used at funerals. I hear he is now the shop manager himself and will soon have risen to the rank of one of the local gentry. Those tracings of mine must have vanished long ago.从百草园到三味书屋[1]·鲁迅·我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

苏教版初一下册第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文

鲁迅《从百草园到三味书屋》原文我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

现在是早已并屋子一起卖给朱文公的子孙了，连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年，其中似乎确凿只有一些野草;但那时却是我的乐园。

不必说碧绿的菜畦，光滑的石井栏，高大的皂荚树，紫红的桑椹;也不必说鸣蝉在树叶里长吟，肥胖的黄蜂伏在菜花上，轻捷的叫天子(云雀)忽然从草间直窜向云霄里去了。

单是周围的短短的泥墙根一带，就有无限趣味。

油蛉在这里低唱，蟋蟀们在这里弹琴。

翻开断砖来，有时会遇见蜈蚣;还有斑蝥，倘若用手指按住它的脊梁，便会拍的一声，从后窍喷出一阵烟雾。

何首乌藤和木莲藤缠络着，木莲有莲房一般的果实，何首乌有拥肿的根。

有人说，何首乌根是有象人形的，吃了便可以成仙，我于是常常拔它起来，牵连不断地拔起来，也曾因此弄坏了泥墙，却从来没有见过有一块根象人样。

如果不怕刺，还可以摘到覆盆子，象小珊瑚珠攒成的小球，又酸又甜，色味都比桑椹要好得远。

长的草里是不去的，因为相传这园里有一条很大的赤练蛇。

长妈妈曾经讲给我一个故事听：先前，有一个读书人住在古庙里用功，晚间，在院子里纳凉的时候，突然听到有人在叫他。

答应着，四面看时，却见一个美女的脸露在墙头上，向他一笑，隐去了。

他很高兴;但竟给那走来夜谈的老和尚识破了机关。

说他脸上有些妖气，一定遇见“美女蛇”了;这是人首蛇身的怪物，能唤人名，倘一答应，夜间便要来吃这人的肉的。

他自然吓得要死，而那老和尚却道无妨，给他一个小盒子，说只要放在枕边，便可高枕而卧。

他虽然照样办，却总是睡不着，——当然睡不着的。

到半夜，果然来了，沙沙沙!门外象是风雨声。

他正抖作一团时，却听得豁的一声，一道金光从枕边飞出，外面便什么声音也没有了，那金光也就飞回来，敛在盒子里。

后来呢?后来，老和尚说，这是飞蜈蚣，它能吸蛇的脑髓，美女蛇就被它治死了。

结末的教训是：所以倘有陌生的声音叫你的名字，你万不可答应他。

这故事很使我觉得做人之险，夏夜乘凉，往往有些担心，不敢去看墙上，而且极想得到一盒老和尚那样的飞蜈蚣。

2024语文部编版七年级上册第三单元9 从百草园到三味书屋教学课件ppt

我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。现在是早已并屋子一起卖给朱文公的子孙了，连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年，其中似乎确凿只有一些野草；但那时却是我的乐园。
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说一说：作者说“似乎确凿只有一些野草”中的“似乎确凿” 两个词用在一句话中是否矛盾? 为什么?
不矛盾。“似乎”表示不确定,“确凿”表示十分肯定。不确定是因为“连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年”,印象已经淡薄了。之所以肯定，是因为追忆儿时的生活,又都历历在目。
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2.想一想：作者写冬天的捕鸟活动有何意义？
前面写了春、夏、秋的景物，这里再单写冬天的捕鸟活动，正好构成一幅百草园四季图。
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作者在百草园中留下了很多难忘的回忆，当他要离开的时候又是怎样的心情呢？
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请同学们默读第9段，感受作者的情感。
像人形的何首乌根
木莲藤
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4.“不必说……也不必说……单是……”中，哪个内容是强调的重点？前两个“不必说”在表达上有什么作用？
“单是”后面的内容是强调的重点。前两个“不必说”不仅突出了“单是”下边的内容，还表现了鲁迅一一历数儿时趣味时的欣喜，表现出儿童所特有的一种情趣。
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关于鲁迅少年时家中的“变故”
鲁迅13岁那年的除夕，79岁的曾祖母去世了。当时已有电报和轮船，
所以不到一个月，祖父就从北京赶到了绍兴。祖父回家后的第二年秋天，正
值浙江考举人，主考官是鲁迅祖父在科举中一道考上的同年。周家的一位亲
戚，因为儿子要参加考试，就在考试前的一些日子请鲁迅祖父去通关节。一

【教育资料】人教版七年级下册：《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文学习专用

人教版七年级下册：《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

现在是早已并屋子一起卖给朱文公的子孙了，连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年，其中似乎确凿只有一些野草；但那时却是我的乐园。

不必说碧绿的菜畦，光滑的石井栏，高大的皂荚树，紫红的桑葚；也不必说鸣蝉在树叶里长吟，肥胖的黄蜂伏在菜花上，轻捷的叫天子(云雀)忽然从草间直窜向云霄里去了。

单是周围的短短的泥墙根一带，就有无限趣味。

油蛉在这里低唱，蟋蟀们在这里弹琴。

翻开断砖来，有时会遇见蜈蚣；还有斑蝥，倘若用手指按住它的脊梁，便会啪的一声，从后窍喷出一阵烟雾。

何首乌藤和木莲藤缠络着，木莲有莲房一般的果实，何首乌有臃肿的根。

有人说，何首乌根是有像人形的，吃了便可以成仙，我于是常常拔它起来，牵连不断地拔起来，也曾因此弄坏了泥墙，却从来没有见过有一块根像人样。

如果不怕刺，还可以摘到覆盆子，像小珊瑚珠攒成的小球，又酸又甜，色味都比桑葚要好得远。

长的草里是不去的，因为相传这园里有一条很大的赤练蛇。

长妈妈曾经讲给我一个故事听：先前，有一个读书人住在古庙里用功，晚间，在院子里纳凉的时候，突然听到有人在叫他。

答应着，四面看时，却见一个美女的脸露在墙头上，向他一笑，隐去了。

他很高兴；但竟给那走来夜谈的老和尚识破了机关。

说他脸上有些妖气，一定遇见“美女蛇”了；这是人首蛇身的怪物，能唤人名，倘一答应，夜间便要来吃这人的肉的。

他自然吓得要死，而那老和尚却道无妨，给他一个小盒子，说只要放在枕边，便可高枕而卧。

他虽然照样办，却总是睡不着，当然睡不着的。

到半夜，果然来了，沙沙沙!门外像是风雨声，他正抖作一团时，却听得豁的一声，一道金光从枕边飞出，外面便什么声音也没有了，那金光也就飞回来，敛在盒子里。

后来呢?后来，老和尚说，这是飞蜈蚣，它能吸蛇的脑髓，美女蛇就被它治死了。

结末的教训是：所以倘有陌生的声音叫你的名字，你万不可答应他。

这故事很使我觉得做人之险，夏夜乘凉，往往有些担心，不敢去看墙上，而且极想得到一盒老和尚那样的飞蜈蚣。

部编版七年级上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案【优秀4篇】

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部编版七年级上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案5篇

部编版七年级上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案5篇部编版七年级上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案篇一第四课时：《从百草园到三味书屋》（三）学习目标：1、能比较百草园与三味书屋的生活。

2、能从多角度对文章主题发表自己的见解。

课前学习：能复述在三味书屋中读书生活的几个片段，并加以概括。

教学步骤：一、导入语：相对于乐趣无穷的百草园生活，三味书屋的生活又是如何呢？二、精读“三味书屋”部分。

创设问题情境。

1、三味书屋的读书生活是单调无味的，无味在何处？如果你把自己看作鲁迅的同学，你在那种情境下，最喜欢做哪些事，为什么？2、你是怎样认识百草园的乐趣和三味书屋的无味的？可以从“学习的环境”、“教课的先生”、“学习的内容”三方面进行比较。

3、你觉得寿先生是不是一位好老师？在作者眼里他是一位怎样的老师？4、课堂片段作文练习：用形象风趣的语言描写某位老师上课的神态、动作和语言。

（学生交流）5、三味书屋的教学方法怎样？鲁迅希望有怎样的儿童教育？学生畅谈：联系自己的学习生活，谈谈与鲁迅先生的学习生活相比，你认为最大的不同是什么？三、对文章主题的探讨。

“其乐无穷”与“枯燥无味”是一对鲜明的反义词，但鲁迅先生写本文的目的是否意在推崇百草园而否定三味书屋呢？（传统的教学往往把这两者对立起来，我认为作者在文中并没有刻意地将两者进行比较，推崇百草园而否定三味书屋，只是将自己的亲身经历和感受自然地写下来，三味书屋里淋漓痛快的读书、无拘无束的溜玩、兴味盎然地偷画、严而不厉的先生在作者笔下也充满亲切温馨。

所以教学中应放手让学生自主阅读、自主感受、自主表达，在个性化体验中完成对文章的解读。

）四、课后学习：选择自己感兴趣的一个专题，进行探究，通过小组合作，写成小论文部编版七年级上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案篇二《从百草园到三味书屋》的主题，可以说历年来都有争议。

人教社新初语第一册干脆省去了以往老教材对这一问题的探讨。

杨宪益英译鲁迅的散文

杨宪益英译鲁迅的散文《从百草园到三味书屋》From Hundred-Plant Garden to Three-flavour StudyBehind our house was a great garden known in our family as Hundred-Plant Garden. It has long since been sold, together with the house,to the descendents of Zhu Xi; and the last time I saw it, already seven or eight years ago. I am pretty sure there were only weeds growing there. But in my childhood it was my paradise.I need not speak of the green vegetable plots, the slippery stone coping round the well, the tall honey-locust tree, or the purple mud berries. Nor need I speak of the long shrilling of the cicadas among the leaves, the fat wasps couches in the flowering rape, or the nimble skylarks who suddenly soared straight up from the grass to the sky. Just the foot of the low mud wall around the garden was a source of unfailing interest. Here field crickets droned away while house crickets chirped merrily. Turning over a broken brick, you might find a centipede. There were stink-beetles as well, and if you pressed a finger on their rear orifices. Milkwort interwove with climbing fig which had fruit shaped like the calyx of a lotus, while the milk mort had swollen tubers. Fork said that some of these had human shapes and if you ate them you would become immortal, so I kept on pulling them up. By uprooting one I pulled out those next to it, and in this way destroyed part of the mud wall, but I never found a tuber shaped like a man. If you were not afraid of thorns you could pick raspberries too, like clusters of little coral beads, sweet yet tart, with a much finer color and flavor than mulberries.I did not venture into the long grass, because a huge brown snake was said to inhabit the garden.Mama Chang had told me a story:Once upon a time a scholar was staying in an old temple to study. One evening while enjoying the cool of the courtyard he heard someone call his name. Responding he looked round and saw, over the wall, the head of a siren. She smiled, then disappeared. He was very pleased, till the old monk who came to chat with him each evening discovered what had happened. Detecting an evil influence on his face, he declared that the scholar must have seen a beautiful-woman snake ---- a monsterwith a human head and snake's body who was able to call a man's name. If he answered , the snake would come that night to devour him.The scholar was nearly frightened to death, of course; but the old monk told him not to worry and gave him a little box, assuring him that if he put this by his pillow he could go to sleep without fear.But though the scholar did as he was told, he could not sleep----and that is hardly surprising. At midnight, to be sure , the monster came! There sounded a hissing and rustling, as if of wind and rain, outside the door. Just as ht was shaking with fright, however----whizz----a golden ray streaked up from beside his pillow. Then outside the door utter silence fell, and the golden ray flew back once more to its box.And after that? After that the old monk told him that this was a flying centipede which could suck out the brain of a snake----- the beautiful-woman snake had been killed by it.The moral of this was: If a strange voice calls your name , on no account answer.This story brought home to me he perils with which human life is fraught. When I sat outside on a summer night I often felt too apprehensive to look at the wall, and longed for a box with a flying centipede in it like the old monk's. This was often in my thoughts when I walked to the edge of the long grass in Hundred-Plant Garden. To this day I have never got hold of such a box, but neither have I encountered the brown snake or beautiful-Woman Snake, Of course, strange voice often call my name; but they have never proved to belong to beautiful-woman snakes.In winter the garden was relatively dull; as soon as it snowed, though, that was a different story. Imprinting a snowman ( by pressing your body on the snow) or building snow Buddhas repuired appreciative audiences; and since this was a deserted garden where visitors seldom came, such games were out of place here. Iwas therefore reduced to catching birds. A light fall of snow would not do: the ground had to be covered for one or two days, so that the birds had gone hungry for some rice husks beneath it, then tied a long string to the stick and retired to a distance to hold it, waiting for birds to come. when they hopped under the sieve, you sugged the string and trapped them . Most of those caught were sparrows, but there were white-throated wagtails too, so wild that they died less than a day of captivity.It was Runtu's father who taught me this method, but I was not adept at it. Birds hopped under my sieve all right, yet when I pulled the string and ran over to look there was usually nothing there, and after long efforts I caught merely three or four.Runtu's father in only half the time coued catch dozens which, stowed in his bag, would cheep and jostle each other. I asked him once the reason for my failure. With a quiet smile he said:"You're too impatient. You don't wait for them to get to the middle."I don't know why my family decided to send me to school, or why they chose the school reputed to bethe strictest in the town. Perhaps it was because I had spoiled the mud wall by uprooting mikwort, perhaps because I had thrown bricks into the Liangs' courtyard next door,perhaps because I had climbed the well coping to jump off it.....There is no means of knowing. At all events ,this meant an end to my frequent visits to Hundred-Plant Garden. Adieu, my crickets ! Adieu, my raspberries and climbing figs!A few hundred yards east of our house, across a stone bridge, was where my teacher lived. You went in through a black-lacquered bamboo gate, and the third room was the classroom. On the central wall hung the inscriotion Three-Flavour Study, and under this was a painting of a portly fallow deer lying beneath an old tree. In the absence of a tablet to Confucius, we bowed before the inscription and the deer. The first time for Confucius, the second time for our teacher.When we bowed the second time, our teacher bowed graciously back from the side of the room. A thin, tall old man with a grizzled beard, he wore large spectacles. And I had the he was the most upright, honourable and erudite man in our town.I forget where it was that I heard that Dongfang Shuo was another erudite scholar who knew of an insect called guai-zai, the incarnation of some unjustly slain man's ghost, which would vanish if you doused it with wine. I longed to learn the details of this story, but Mama Chang could not enlighten me, for she after all was not an erudite scholar. Now my chance had come. I could ask my teacher."What is this insect guai--zai, sir?" I asked hastily at the end of a end of a new lesson, just before I was dismissed."I don't know."He seemed not at all pleased. Indeed, he looked rather angry.then I realized that students should not ask questions like this, butconcentrate on studying. Being such a learned scholar, of course he must know the answer. When he said he did not know, it mwant he would not tell me. Grownups often behaved like this. as I knew from many past experiences.So I cancentrated on studying. At miday I practised calligraphy, in the evening I made couplets. For the first few days the teacher was very stern, later he treated me better; but by degrees he increased my reading assignment and the number of characters in each line of the couplets I was set to write , from three to five, and finally to seven.There was a garden behind Three-Flavour Study too. Although it was small, you could climb the terrace there to pick winter plum, or search the ground and the fragrant osmanthus tree forthe moulted skins of cicadas. Best of all was catching flies to feed ants, for that did not make any noise. But it was no use too many of us slipping out too long, for then the teacher then the teacher would shout from the class-room:"where has everybody gone?"Then everyone would slip back one after the other: it was no use all going back together. He had a ferule which he seldom used, and a method of punishing students by making them kneel which again he seldom used. In general, he simply glared round for a while and shouted:"Get on with your reading!"Then all of us would read at the top of our voices , with a roar like a seething cauldron.We all read from different texts:"Is humanity far? When I seek it, it is here.""To mock a toothless man, say: The dog'e kennel gapes wide.""On the upper ninth the dragon hides itself and bides its time.""Poor soil, with good produce of the inferior sort interspersed with superior produce; its tribute, matting, orangers, pomelos."............The tutor read aloud too. Later ,our voices grew lower and faded away. He alone went on declaiming as loudly as ever:"At a sweep of his iron sceptre, all stand amazed .... The golden goblet brims over, but a thousand cups will not intoxicate him ..."I suspected this to be the finest literature, for whenever he reached this passage he always smiled, threw back his head a little and shook it, bending his head further and further back.When our tutor was completely absorbed in his reading, that was most conenient for us. Some boys would then stage puppet shows with paper helmets on their fingers.I used to draw, using what we called" Jingchuan paper" to trace the illustrations to various novels, just as we traced calligraphy. The more books I read, the more illustations I traced. I never became a good student but I made not a little progress as an artist, the best sets I copied being two big volumes of illustration, one from Suppressing the Bandits, the other from Pilgrimage to the West. Later, needing ready money, I sold these to a rich classmate whose father ran a shop selling the tinsel coins used at funerals. I hear he is now the shop manager himself and will soon have risen to the rank of one of the local gentry. Those tracings of mine must have vanished long ago.从百草园到三味书屋[1]·鲁迅·我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

部编版初一上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案

部编版初一上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案【篇一】部编版初一上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

现在是早已并屋子一起卖给朱文公的子孙了，连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年，其中似乎确凿只有一些野草；但那时却是我的乐园。

不必说碧绿的菜畦，光滑的石井栏，高大的皂荚树，紫红的桑椹；也不必说鸣蝉在树叶里长吟，肥胖的黄蜂伏在菜花上，轻捷的叫天子（云雀）忽然从草间直窜向云霄里去了。

单是周围的短短的泥墙根一带，就有无限趣味。

油蛉在这里低唱，蟋蟀们在这里弹琴。

翻开断砖来，有时会遇见蜈蚣；还有斑蝥，倘若用手指按住它的脊梁，便会拍的一声，从后窍喷出一阵烟雾。

何首乌藤和木莲藤缠络着，木莲有莲房一般的果实，何首乌有拥肿的根。

有人说，何首乌根是有象人形的，吃了便可以成仙，我于是常常拔它起来，牵连不断地拔起来，也曾因此弄坏了泥墙，却从来没有见过有一块根象人样。

如果不怕刺，还可以摘到覆盆子，象小珊瑚珠攒成的小球，又酸又甜，色味都比桑椹要好得远。

长的草里是不去的，因为相传这园里有一条很大的赤练蛇。

长妈妈曾经讲给我一个故事听：先前，有一个读书人住在古庙里用功，晚间，在院子里纳凉的时候，突然听到有人在叫他。

答应着，四面看时，却见一个美女的脸露在墙头上，向他一笑，隐去了。

他很高兴；但竟给那走来夜谈的老和尚识破了机关。

说他脸上有些妖气，一定遇见“美女蛇”了；这是人首蛇身的怪物，能唤人名，倘一答应，夜间便要来吃这人的肉的。

他自然吓得要死，而那老和尚却道无妨，给他一个小盒子，说只要放在枕边，便可高枕而卧。

他虽然照样办，却总是睡不着，——当然睡不着的。

到半夜，果然来了，沙沙沙！门外象是风雨声。

他正抖作一团时，却听得豁的一声，一道金光从枕边飞出，外面便什么声音也没有了，那金光也就飞回来，敛在盒子里。

后来呢？后来，老和尚说，这是飞蜈蚣，它能吸蛇的脑髓，美女蛇就被它治死了。

结末的教训是：所以倘有陌生的声音叫你的名字，你万不可答应他。

部编版初一语文上册第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》原文及教案

部编版初一语文上册第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》原文及教案【原文】我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

现在是早已并屋子一起卖给朱文公的子孙了，连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年，其中似乎确凿只有一些野草；但那时却是我的乐园。

不必说碧绿的菜畦，光滑的石井栏，高大的皂荚树，紫红的桑椹；也不必说鸣蝉在树叶里长吟，肥胖的黄蜂伏在菜花上，轻捷的叫天子（云雀）忽然从草间直窜向云霄里去了。

单是周围的短短的泥墙根一带，就有无限趣味。

油蛉在这里低唱，蟋蟀们在这里弹琴。

翻开断砖来，有时会遇见蜈蚣；还有斑蝥，倘若用手指按住它的脊梁，便会拍的一声，从后窍喷出一阵烟雾。

何首乌藤和木莲藤缠络着，木莲有莲房一般的果实，何首乌有拥肿的根。

有人说，何首乌根是有象人形的，吃了便可以成仙，我于是常常拔它起来，牵连不断地拔起来，也曾因此弄坏了泥墙，却从来没有见过有一块根象人样。

如果不怕刺，还可以摘到覆盆子，象小珊瑚珠攒成的小球，又酸又甜，色味都比桑椹要好得远。

长的草里是不去的，因为相传这园里有一条很大的赤练蛇。

长妈妈曾经讲给我一个故事听：先前，有一个读书人住在古庙里用功，晚间，在院子里纳凉的时候，突然听到有人在叫他。

答应着，四面看时，却见一个美女的脸露在墙头上，向他一笑，隐去了。

他很高兴；但竟给那走来夜谈的老和尚识破了机关。

说他脸上有些妖气，一定遇见“美女蛇”了；这是人首蛇身的怪物，能唤人名，倘一答应，夜间便要来吃这人的肉的。

他自然吓得要死，而那老和尚却道无妨，给他一个小盒子，说只要放在枕边，便可高枕而卧。

他虽然照样办，却总是睡不着，——当然睡不着的。

到半夜，果然来了，沙沙沙！门外象是风雨声。

他正抖作一团时，却听得豁的一声，一道金光从枕边飞出，外面便什么声音也没有了，那金光也就飞回来，敛在盒子里。

后来呢？后来，老和尚说，这是飞蜈蚣，它能吸蛇的脑髓，美女蛇就被它治死了。

结末的教训是：所以倘有陌生的声音叫你的名字，你万不可答应他。

这故事很使我觉得做人之险，夏夜乘凉，往往有些担心，不敢去看墙上，而且极想得到一盒老和尚那样的飞蜈蚣。

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部编版七年级上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案篇一【教学重点】学习重点应放在第一大段“百草园”。

即作家抓住特点写景和写景中确切使用形容词、动词这一部分。

只有深刻体味到在“百草园”这个自由广阔的天地里能够享受到无穷乐趣这一点，才能进一步理解“三味书屋”单调、沉闷、枯燥的生活是怎样束缚和摧残着儿童身心健康的发展的。

【教学难点】1、弄懂插叙美女蛇的故事的作用，特别是理解插叙后的一段议论的含义。

2、正确理解鲁迅对三味书屋生活的态度。

3、理解结尾的话。

4、理解行文中叙述口吻的变化。

【教学目标】1、理解课文的内容、结构、情感、和主题。

2、学习理解精彩的景物描写，以及准确生动的动作描写。

3、探讨文中的疑难词语和问题，培养探究的习惯。

【学习方法】朗读法、感悟、品味、交流。

【课前准备】1、读准“读一读”中的字音。

2、自看并理解注释中的词语。

3、阅读课文，质疑。

4、思考：探究与练习。

【课堂类型】新授课。

【课时安排】一课时【教学过程】一、预习二、导人1、作家作品简介：学生已学过回忆鲁迅的作品《一面》，可以用提问回忆的方法回顾已学过的有关鲁迅的知识。

《从百草园到三味书屋》选自《朝花夕拾》（原名《旧事重提》）。

这组散文是在鲁迅生活中辗转流徙，心情最苦闷的时候，为了“在纷扰中寻出一点闲静来”，借旧时的美好事物，来排遣目前的苦闷。

寻一点“闲静”，寄一些安慰而写的，可以说《朝花夕拾》是作者少年时代的一曲恋歌。

百草园，绍兴城内鲁迅家房屋后面的园子。

三味书屋，在鲁迅家附近，鲁迅小时候（12岁到17岁）在这里读书。

作者笔下的百草园和三味书屋像一幅幅精美的画面，充满着生机和活力，里面渗透着作者强烈的感情，阅读时要细心品味；文章写景状物、叙事写人真切具体，要注意揣摩作者是怎样遣词造句的。

部编版初一上册语文第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案

【导语】《从百草园到三味书屋》是鲁迅于1926年写的⼀篇童年妙趣⽣活的回忆性散⽂，此⽂被收⼊《朝花⼣拾》。

全⽂描述了⾊调不同，情韵各异的两⼤景⽚：百草园和三味书屋。

⽆忧考准备了以下内容，供⼤家参考!【篇⼀】部编版初⼀上册语⽂第9课《从百草园到三味书屋》课⽂原⽂我家的后⾯有⼀个很⼤的园，相传叫作百草园。

现在是早已并屋⼦⼀起卖给朱⽂公的⼦孙了，连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七⼋年，其中似乎确凿只有⼀些野草；但那时却是我的乐园。

不必说碧绿的菜畦，光滑的⽯井栏，⾼⼤的皂荚树，紫红的桑椹；也不必说鸣蝉在树叶⾥长吟，肥胖的黄蜂伏在菜花上，轻捷的叫天⼦（云雀）忽然从草间直窜向云霄⾥去了。

单是周围的短短的泥墙根⼀带，就有⽆限趣味。

油蛉在这⾥低唱，蟋蟀们在这⾥弹琴。

翻开断砖来，有时会遇见蜈蚣；还有斑蝥，倘若⽤⼿指按住它的脊梁，便会拍的⼀声，从后窍喷出⼀阵烟雾。

何⾸乌藤和⽊莲藤缠络着，⽊莲有莲房⼀般的果实，何⾸乌有拥肿的根。

有⼈说，何⾸乌根是有象⼈形的，吃了便可以成仙，我于是常常拔它起来，牵连不断地拔起来，也曾因此弄坏了泥墙，却从来没有见过有⼀块根象⼈样。

如果不怕刺，还可以摘到覆盆⼦，象⼩珊瑚珠攒成的⼩球，⼜酸⼜甜，⾊味都⽐桑椹要好得远。

长的草⾥是不去的，因为相传这园⾥有⼀条很⼤的⾚练蛇。

长妈妈曾经讲给我⼀个故事听：先前，有⼀个读书⼈住在古庙⾥⽤功，晚间，在院⼦⾥纳凉的时候，突然听到有⼈在叫他。

答应着，四⾯看时，却见⼀个美⼥的脸露在墙头上，向他⼀笑，隐去了。

他很⾼兴；但竟给那⾛来夜谈的⽼和尚识破了机关。

说他脸上有些妖⽓，⼀定遇见“美⼥蛇”了；这是⼈⾸蛇⾝的怪物，能唤⼈名，倘⼀答应，夜间便要来吃这⼈的⾁的。

他⾃然吓得要死，⽽那⽼和尚却道⽆妨，给他⼀个⼩盒⼦，说只要放在枕边，便可⾼枕⽽卧。

他虽然照样办，却总是睡不着，——当然睡不着的。

到半夜，果然来了，沙沙沙！门外象是风⾬声。

他正抖作⼀团时，却听得豁的⼀声，⼀道⾦光从枕边飞出，外⾯便什么声⾳也没有了，那⾦光也就飞回来，敛在盒⼦⾥。

从百草园到三味书屋英译版

From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Book House: A Journey Through Chinese LiteratureIn the vast world of Chinese literature, there are two iconic collections that stand out as cultural treasures: Baicao Garden (Hundred Herb Garden) and Sanwei Book House (Three-Flavor Book House). These two collections are not only rich in literary masterpieces but also represent distinct periods of Chinese history, philosophy, and culture. In this article, we will take a journey through time and explore the significance of Baicao Garden and Sanwei Book House in the evolution of Chinese literature.Baicao Garden was compiled by Liu Xiang, a prominent Han Dynasty scholar, in the 1st century BC. It is a collection of medical texts, agricultural manuals, and historical records that cover a broad range of subjects. The name Baicao Garden comes from the concept of "hundred herbs" in Chinese medicine, which refers to the vast array of plants used for healing. This collection is significant because it reflects the practical concerns of the Han Dynasty society, such as health, agriculture, and governance. Baicao Garden provides us with a glimpse into the daily lives of ancient Chinese people and their relationship with nature.In contrast, Sanwei Book House was compiled nearly 1,800 years later, in the late Ming Dynasty. It is a collection of novels, essays, and poems that reflects the aesthetic, intellectual, and social trends of the Ming Dynasty society. The name Sanwei Book House comes from the idea of "three flavors" in Chinese literature, which refers to the three main literary genres: classical, vernacular, and dramatic. This collection represents a literary revolution that transformed Chinese literature from traditional, elitist, and rigid to diverse, accessible, and dynamic. Sanwei Book House embodies the humanistic spirit of the Ming Dynasty, which emphasized individual expression, social awareness, and cultural diversity.Between Baicao Garden and Sanwei Book House, there were many other collections that contributed to the development of Chinese literature. For example, Tang and Song dynasties produced famous anthologies like Three Hundred Tang Poems and Complete Tang Poems, which celebrated the lyrical beauty of poetry and the splendor of the Tang Dynasty. Yuan Dynasty witnessed the birth of Chinese drama, which was represented by masterpieces like The Peony Pavilion and The Romance of the Western Chamber in collections like Yuan Quian (The Yuan Drama Selection). Ming and Qing dynasties saw the emergence of vernacular fiction, whichportrayed the social reality of the time through rich characters, vivid plots, and subtle humor. Well-known novels include Water Margin, Journey to the West, and Dream of the Red Chamber.In conclusion, Baicao Garden and Sanwei Book House are landmarks in the Chinese literary tradition that represent different facets of Chinese culture and history. Baicao Garden reflects the practical wisdom of ancient Chinese people and their concern for health, agriculture, and governance. Sanwei Book House represents the humanistic values of the Ming Dynasty and its pursuit of individual expression, social awareness, and cultural diversity. Together, they demonstrate the evolution of Chinese literature over millennia and the remarkable achievements of Chinese writers, scholars, and artists.。

翻译从百草园到三味书屋

0727翻译：从百草园到三味书屋 (鲁迅)Translation: From Hundred-Grass Garden to Three-Taste School (Lu Xun)(translated by: alexcwlin; edited by: Adam Lam)我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

There was a huge garden at the back of my home, and it had been called Hundred-Grass Garden for generations.现在是早已并屋子一起卖给朱文公的子孙了，It was sold a long time ago together with the house as a package to a descendant of Zhu Wengong.连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年，Seven or eight years have passed since the last time I saw it.其中似乎确凿只有一些野草；但那时却是我的乐园。

In my recollection, it seems there were in fact some weeds inside, but for a certain period of time it was my paradise.--------------------------------------------------------------------------不必说碧绿的菜畦，光滑的石井栏，高大的皂荚树，紫红的桑椹.Let’s not mention the lush-green vegetable plot, the slippery-smooth water-well outer-wall, the towering honey-locust tree, and the purplish-red mulberry fruits.也不必说鸣蝉在树叶里长吟，肥胖的黄蜂伏在菜花上，轻捷的叫天子（云雀）忽然从草间直窜向云霄里去了。

作文百草园

作文百草园英文回答：In a verdant realm where nature's symphony unfolds, the 百草园—an idyllic haven—beckons with its enchanting allure. This captivating sanctuary, a tapestry woven with vibrant hues and aromatic essences, invites the soul on a journey of discovery and tranquility.As I traverse its labyrinthine paths, my senses are awakened by the cacophony of bird song. Melodious notes soar through the air, painting the canvas of the azure sky with ethereal harmonies. The vibrant canopies of trees form a verdant embrace overhead, casting intricate shadows that dance upon the emerald carpet below.In this botanical paradise, life teems in abundance. Tiny creatures scurry amidst the undergrowth, their presence a testament to the intricate web of life that thrives within these hallowed grounds. Dew-kissed petalsglisten like miniature jewels, reflecting the myriad colors of the rainbow. As I inhale deeply, the fragrant aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine perfumes the air, intoxicating my senses with its heady allure.Amidst the vibrant botanical tapestry, I stumble upon a hidden pond. Its glassy surface mirrors the cerulean sky above, creating an ethereal illusion that blurs the boundaries between heaven and earth. Dragonflies, withtheir iridescent wings, dart and hover above the water's surface, their aerial ballet a mesmerizing spectacle.As twilight descends, the 百草园 transforms into a realm of enchantment. The setting sun casts golden rays upon the landscape, bathing the surroundings in a warm and inviting glow. Nightingales burst into melodious song,their voices carrying through the still air like whispered secrets. The gentle rustling of leaves creates a symphony of nature, lulling the soul into a state of serenity.In the lingering embrace of twilight, I seek solace beneath the ancient willow tree. Its gnarled roots reachdeep into the earth, anchoring it to the very heart of the百草园. As I lean against its rugged trunk, I feel a profound connection to this timeless sanctuary.中文回答：百草园，一个充满生机与诗意的天地，宛如世外桃源一般，令人流连忘返。

部编版初一上册语文《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案

部编版初一上册语文《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文及教案《从百草园到三味书屋》课文原文我家的后面有一个很大的园，相传叫作百草园。

现在是早已并屋子一起卖给朱文公的子孙了，连那最末次的相见也已经隔了七八年，其中似乎确凿只有一些野草；但那时却是我的乐园。

不必说碧绿的菜畦，光滑的石井栏，高大的皂荚树，紫红的桑椹；也不必说鸣蝉在树叶里长吟，肥胖的黄蜂伏在菜花上，轻捷的叫天子（云雀）忽然从草间直窜向云霄里去了。

单是周围的短短的泥墙根一带，就有无限趣味。

油蛉在这里低唱，蟋蟀们在这里弹琴。

翻开断砖来，有时会遇见蜈蚣；还有斑蝥，倘若用手指按住它的脊梁，便会拍的一声，从后窍喷出一阵烟雾。

何首乌藤和木莲藤缠络着，木莲有莲房一般的果实，何首乌有拥肿的根。

有人说，何首乌根是有象人形的，吃了便可以成仙，我于是常常拔它起来，牵连不断地拔起来，也曾因此弄坏了泥墙，却从来没有见过有一块根象人样。

如果不怕刺，还可以摘到覆盆子，象小珊瑚珠攒成的小球，又酸又甜，色味都比桑椹要好得远。

长的草里是不去的，因为相传这园里有一条很大的赤练蛇。

长妈妈曾经讲给我一个故事听：先前，有一个读书人住在古庙里用功，晚间，在院子里纳凉的时候，突然听到有人在叫他。

答应着，四面看时，却见一个美女的脸露在墙头上，向他一笑，隐去了。

他很高兴；但竟给那走来夜谈的老和尚识破了机关。

说他脸上有些妖气，一定遇见“美女蛇”了；这是人首蛇身的怪物，能唤人名，倘一答应，夜间便要来吃这人的肉的。

他自然吓得要死，而那老和尚却道无妨，给他一个小盒子，说只要放在枕边，便可高枕而卧。

他虽然照样办，却总是睡不着，当然睡不着的。

到半夜，果然来了，沙沙沙！门外象是风雨声。

他正抖作一团时，却听得豁的一声，一道金光从枕边飞出，外面便什么声音也没有了，那金光也就飞回来，敛在盒子里。

后来呢后来，老和尚说，这是飞蜈蚣，它能吸蛇的脑髓，美女蛇就被它治死了。

结末的教训是：所以倘有陌生的声音叫你的名字，你万不可答应他。

归园田居英文版

guī yuán tián jū归园田居（晋）陶渊明zhòng dòu nán shān xià种豆南山下，cǎo shèng dòu miáo xī草盛豆苗稀。

chén xīng lǐ huāng huì晨兴理荒秽，dài yuè hé chú guī带月荷锄归。

dào xiá cǎo mù cháng道狭草木长，xī lù zhān wǒ yī夕露沾我衣。

yī zhān bù zú xī衣沾不足惜，dàn shǐ yuàn wú wéi但使愿无违。

Return to My Fields(Jin)Tao YuanmingUnder the southern hill I grow the pea and bean, For the weeds the tender shoots are sparse and lean. With the sun I rise the weeds to remove,In moonlight, shouldering a hoe, I homeward move. The narrow path is overgrown with long grass,The evening dews wet my clothes as I pass.I'm not so much worried about my attire,As being unable to follow my cherished desire.Comment:The poem describes what the poet thinks and feels about after his resigning from the official post, working as a peasantat the foot of the southern hill. As he lacks farming experience, weeds grow in his bean plot while the bean shoots are few and sparse. He even does not care whether the evening dewdrops wet his clothes, only hoping to keep his promise to live and farm in the countryside. Easy and plain to understand, the poem reveals how an intellectual official after leaving his governmental position relishes the freedom and serenity by living in seclusion and working in the field while worrying whether he will be able to stand the arduous fieldwork and keep his promise to stay away from officialdom for ever.。

从百草园到三味书屋 课文(英文版)