Primary 6 Lesson 8 15, Seek the main content of Lesson 8 of the second volume of Primary 6

Hakka houses.

The article first gives an overview of the characteristics of Hakka houses, their location and environment, and their status in the world. Then, the text details the salient features of Hakka dwellings: barracks-style dwellings and the reasons and functions of their construction.

Finally, the internal structure characteristics of the circular enclosure house and the characteristics of folk culture are written.

The article introduces in detail the distinctive Hakka dwellings and Dai bamboo buildings, showing the diversity of local dwellings in China, and reflecting the national wisdom and profound cultural heritage contained in the dwellings themselves.

Missing) (Born) (Motherland) (Remorse) (Missing).

I miss my mother ,,, motherland. Biological mother.

The people's education version is "Visiting Friends in the Mountains" walked out of the door, and collided with the breeze, the wind contained the smell of dew and gardenias, in the morning, so refreshing!

I don't ride a bike, I don't invite a companion, I don't bring any gifts, I just take a good mood and go on a secluded path to visit my friends alone.

That old bridge was the first old friend I was going to visit. Ah, Lao Qiao, you are like a respectable old man, who has stood on this stream for hundreds of years, right? How many men and horses do you cross the opposite shore and send the rolling water into the distance.

You hunched over and stared at the figure in the water, the shadow of the fish, the shadow of the moon. The years go by, the waves are gone, the bubbles are scattered, and only you are still the same.

Walking into this wood, the birds call my name, the dew exchanges glances with me, every tree is my confidant, they send boundless crispness to their faces, and every tree is looking at me. I leaned against a tree, silently, as if I were a tree myself, the roots growing from my feet digging deep into the earth and rock, my hair growing into a canopy, my arms into branches, my blood into sap, swirling and flowing in the rings.

Everything in this mountain, which is not my friend? I greeted them eagerly: Hello, cool mountain spring!

You held out a mirror, did you want me to redress? Hello, bubbling stream! You are reciting little poems, are you inviting me to sing peace with you?

Hello, the flowing waterfall, your natural golden voice, how imposing the majestic tenor. Hello, steep cliffs, deep canyons set off your tall body, and your high forehead seems to be engraved with wisdom. Hello, long white clouds, your white figure makes the sky full of tranquility and becomes even bluer.

Hey, naughty lark, what are you talking about? I'm guessing you're talking about the good scenery you saw during the flight.

Picking up a fallen flower and holding it in my hand, I smelled the fragrance of nature; Picking up a fallen leaf and counting the delicate textures, I saw the mystery of life it contained, and on their way to the dirt, I joined in this brief but meaningful ritual; Picking up a stone and tapping it gently, I heard the sound of an ancient volcano erupting, and I heard the rumbling echo of time.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm came, like a thousand knights roaring in the sky, and like a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds, and the whole world was full of rain. The rock above my head is like a giant umbrella held up for me, and the place where I stand has become a good place to watch the rain, who can say that this is not the blessing of heaven and earth?

The rain stopped, a few dogs barked in the valley, a group of returning birds swept over the cloud ridge, I should go home, I waved my hand gently, said goodbye to my friends in the mountains, brought back a good mood, good memories, and brought back the moonlight all the way.