Poetry composition 1 This Wednesday, the school will hold a poetry reading contest "I have an appointment with poetry". Eight students with strong reading ability were selected in the class to participate in this activity, and I am honored to join them.
After several days of training, we are looking forward to this day. In the morning, after we draw lots to decide the game order, it is a long wait.
Finally, after school in the afternoon, eight of our classmates came to the ladder classroom to participate in the competition with nervous and excited feelings. The host announced the rules of the competition, and the poetry reading competition kicked off.
The first player to appear is the third grade player. Dressed in school uniforms, they gracefully walked onto the stage, stood in formation and recited vividly. After the third grade competition, it will be our fourth grade.
Everyone's heart suddenly hung up for fear of making mistakes in the game. The first one to play is Class 4 (2), and his poem is Old Tree. I saw that they were full of emotions, and the melodious background music seemed to really make people see the tall and green old tree. And I have no mind to listen to them recite, because there is a little rabbit jumping around in my heart!
I didn't expect the next two classes to be better than one. Everyone can be described as diamond cut diamond, and everyone is very strong. The game has entered a white-hot stage, which is really to be seen.
It's almost time for our class, but what worries us is that Miss Yang, the head teacher, hasn't come yet. Seeing that the teachers in other classes are cheering, we can't help feeling discouraged.
Finally, it was time to play, and I inadvertently looked back. Suddenly, I found Miss Yang standing by the door, smiling at us. I gently shouted: "Teacher Yang-"Teacher Yang waved to us with trust and encouragement in his eyes. We immediately doubled our courage, stepped onto the stage with neat steps, quickly arranged in formation, and began to recite with vivid voices. In the process of recitation, our loud and pleasant voice, coupled with several natural and harmonious movements, won thunderous applause from the audience. All the students present are proud of us.
I benefited a lot from this recitation contest. Not only did I exercise and improve my reading ability, but also made me understand the importance of reading. At the same time, I sincerely hope that our class can achieve excellent results in this recitation competition!
Poetry composition 2 addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not enough for you to contribute;
Poetry and songs can't praise your kindness!
Three-foot platform,
You've been away for decades,
Sweat is full,
The way we grow up ...
You are the star in the bright night,
You are a lighthouse sailing on the sea.
You are a candle lit in the dark,
You are a wise man who enlightened in ignorance.
It's you, teacher,
Use your shoulders,
Hold up the future of the motherland.
It's you, teacher,
With true feelings,
Warmed our hearts. ...
Inch by inch of chalk,
Dye your hair white!
Paper after paper,
Look, it took your eyes!
It's your cultivation in spring,
In exchange for the fruits of autumn.
You planted the seedlings,
Cultivate into a towering tree.
Teacher, your voice is hoarse.
Teacher, your arm is sore.
Teacher, you have dedicated your youth to us.
Dedicated his life to the cause of education!
Teacher, is your blood pressure still high?
Teacher, do you still have pharyngitis?
Teacher, have you recovered from insomnia?
Teacher, we are still accepting your kindness today.
We repay you with diligence,
We will repay you with our grades.
We thank you with actions!
Poetry Composition 3 Up and down for five thousand years, the long river of history has passed away like quicksand in an hourglass, but it can't take away the chapters that predecessors lamented in the long river.
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Who called the most primitive labor song "Hum Yo, Hum Yo" into the poem? Who is singing softly by the river "Guan Guan pheasant dove, in Hezhou"? These beautiful songs of "naive thinking" appear at the source of human life memory and also at the source of China's long-standing poems. I have been attached to poetry since I was a child, and I heard from my elders that my name was taken from the Book of Songs, so I was very interested in poetry since I was a child.
I remember a long time ago, my mother told me the story of Qu Yuan. She was pure and clean. She woke up alone in troubled times and spent her whole life reciting zhanghua and composing Li Sao and Chu Ci. It describes Tao Yuanming walking leisurely among the green hills with a hoe in his hand. The crisp and tactful bird song lingers among the green hills. He suddenly looked back, saw the picture of Nanshan, and sang the beautiful sentence of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely".
In class, the teacher taught Li Bai's sentimental landscape, and the swan song "How the water of the Yellow River moves to the sky, enters the ocean and never returns" flows freely; Praise Du Fu for worrying about the country all the time. "There are thousands of buildings, everyone in the world is happy, and the wind and rain are calm!" ……
A book "Appreciation of Poetry in Past Dynasties" is my most loyal friend for many years. It gradually made me realize the situational beauty of poetry under concise words.
Children's every move, a smile will always attract the poet's attention: among the flowers, "children scramble to chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower, and there is nowhere to find it"; On the grass, "Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber"; Next to the stream, "I like the death of children, and the lotus is peeled at the head of the stream"; In the forest, "the shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates the forest"; By the pond, "a unkempt teenager learned to hold onto nylon tightly and sat beside raspberries and moss"; On the boat, "it's strange that there is an umbrella without rain, not to cover your head but to make wind" ... childhood dreams seem to reproduce a childlike scene; Innocent children are so close to me!
Appreciation of poetry in past dynasties has taught me to understand the deep feelings hidden below through the surface of words. For example, in the farewell poem, Liu Yong chanted that "sentimental parting is even worse since ancient times, and staying in the clear autumn to save the cold", and Wang Wei's "advising you to make more wine and go out for no reason" was so sad. Standing by the river, Li Bai saw that "the lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky", and the feeling of parting is beyond words. However, Wang Bo's "However, China holds our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor" and Gao Shi's "Mochow has no bosom friend on the road in the future, and everyone in the world knows a gentleman" convey a bright future to friends and inspire them to make great strides.
China's classical poems are so charming that it seems that we have crossed this time tunnel, and the great poets in ancient China and I "can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn". I wandered in the long river of Chinese civilization for five thousand years, bathed in the sunshine of knowledge, absorbed the nutrition of culture, and let poetry grow with me.
Poetry is an inexhaustible river.
She comes from ancient times, from the singing of hard struggle, from the forest in the wheat field, from the Great Wall in the south of the Yangtze River, north of the Yangtze River; She absorbed the homesickness and expression, the pipa of Hu people and Yue Nv's; She accepted the gorgeous sunset, the bright moon and the twinkling stars; She gave birth to the Han and Tang Dynasties, nourished the Song Dynasty, edified Dayuan from the grassland to the south, and played a dazzling voice of poetry and music. She flows into the rolling Yellow River and Yangtze River, and finally rushes to the vast East China Sea.
There is wisdom and understanding in poetry. Poetry gets inspiration from the changes of nature, fragments of life and historical changes, and teaches people a kind of compassion. She taught people to listen to the rain, beat bananas and appreciate the smoke in the kitchen; She taught people to treat Zisi's mother, the working plowman, the soldiers guarding the border and the lost relatives and friends with compassion. She teaches young lovers to be passionate about each other but not necessarily about each other; She teaches people to have a thorough understanding of reading, but it takes practice to be ignorant. Every poem, without exception, burns the passion of life in that era and exudes the breath of life in that era; Every poem shows the poet's exploration and exploration of the essence of life. It is a manifesto of the poet's spirit, inspiring and outstanding in his time.
Poetry also has a unique national way of thinking. The collective unconsciousness accumulated by this nation in the long-term social life permeates everyone's blood and stretches endlessly. Therefore, today, with the blood of Chinese culture, we can easily cross the barriers of time and space and understand the deep feelings behind the poems of our ancestors. Chinese characters are hieroglyphics, and China's poems are also thinking in images. Zong Baihua, a master of aesthetics, said: "The literary genius of China people makes them imagine with enthusiastic concrete thinking." Therefore, we see a lot of metaphors, metaphors, symbols, hints and associations in poetry. With their help, we go into the core of poetry, into the poet's heart and into the human heart.
Poetry has the national spirit of Chinese children. There is a persistent determination to pursue the ideal with one heart and one mind. "Although I have died nine times, I still have no regrets." There is a boxing heart that is "humble and afraid to forget my country." The constant self-improvement of "Bao Jianfeng from sharpening" urges us to forge ahead, and the kindness of "I can freeze to death alone" makes others warm; The infatuation of "there is a way to make progress in Shushan" has not been forgotten, and the integrity and honesty of "keeping innocence in the world" will always be passed down; People with lofty ideals have a broad-minded mind of "throwing the window into the river", and Yu Qiao's brow reveals the calmness of "then sitting and watching Yun Qi".
In this way, poetry has been flowing slowly with the river of time. Time flies, in the reinforced jungle of modern society today, she seems to have lost her former appearance! Looking around, on both sides of the river, the skyscrapers of new technology have long been sensational; Looking back, the garden of pragmatism has spread all over. Poets who sing by the river are lonely. They may have been enslaved by things? The poem sung by the well is vague and disillusioned. Has she quietly disappeared in the noisy world of mortals? The poetry of Hongyan's biography is declining. How can I change it into a novel and funny expression pack? Even the young Mu Xin once sighed by the Huangpu River: "Sometimes, life is not as good as Baudelaire. Sometimes Baudelaire is not as good as a bowl of wonton. "
Is poetry in life gone with the wind? No, the green hills are still there, and the setting sun is a few degrees. Is there no room for poetry to be handed down from generation to generation? No, far from poetry, we have obviously begun to be confused and confused. Do you remember that who didn't bathe in poetry, imperceptibly inspired, and finally let life shine? ! When I was a child, who didn't follow my mother to watch the bright moon and read The Light at the Foot of the Bed? When you grow up, who hasn't experienced the ignorance of "saying worry and adding new words" Pursuing ideals, I only hope that "it is time to ride the wind and waves"; Encounter difficulties, but beg for "a lifetime"; When I am old, I sigh that "time is fleeting"; When friends leave, send a sentence "Everyone knows a gentleman"! Yes, poetry has never alienated us, but we sealed her up as a yellowed memory!
Poetry will not dry up, nor will it dry up. Marx said: "I was surprised to find the latest thing from the oldest thing." In poetry, we rediscover ourselves, regain confidence and find the direction! Don't you see: the poetry meeting is like the spring breeze "green" flooding the north and south of the river; The poems and paintings of "Old Tree Painting" are also like a gurgling stream repeatedly brushing the screen in the circle of friends; The Chinese-English translation of lingering poems makes people smile like a dream; And Mu Xin will eventually write his rough life into a high-pitched and passionate poem. We will review old poems and learn spiritual nutrition; We will create new poems and turn them into the driving force for flying!
In fact, poetry has always been there! Poetry, never exhausted!
Poetry Composition 5 Once upon a time
I used to hold my mother's arm tightly.
Childhood childhood
Thirsty to sleep, she kissed? Raspberry with rose leaves
Unfortunately, one day,
She packed her bags.
Will not be together again.
When to leave the nest
The swallow spread its wings in the sky.
Still at a loss
Parents can't give up halfway.
Must explain
a happy family
small
But I'm the only one left.
Fly stronger and stronger
Final harvest
However, I was tired and cried.
I hope my parents will hold me tight again.
The lost and lonely swallow wants to go home.
There is snow everywhere, and it is cold everywhere.
Where to land? Is home.
I had to flap my wings and struggle.
Get used to loneliness
Long distance round trip
Soaring into the sky
I get scared.
It will be very cold, too
Still thinking about your lost childhood?
Snow all over the sky-bad weather
Parry alone
But grow up again.
I still miss her.
Boys. Boys.
Can provide love and attention
But doubt
Finally, it is difficult to get along with each other.
how much do you love
Don't change the feeling of your life.
Absolute preservation
Pray devoutly
All the Xiaoyan in the city
Don't worry.
Lengye's parents give warmth.
A lot.
Family stability.
No interference
But I'm the only one left.
Fly stronger and stronger
Final harvest
However, I was tired and cried.
I hope my parents will hold me tight again.
The lost and lonely swallow wants to go home.
There is snow everywhere, and it is cold everywhere.
Where to land? Is home.
? You must struggle with your wings.
Get used to loneliness
Long distance round trip
Soaring into the sky
? be afraid
It will be very cold, too
Still thinking about your lost childhood?
Snow all over the sky-bad weather
Parry alone
But grow up again.
I still miss her.
The lost and lonely swallow wants to go home.
There is snow everywhere, and it is cold everywhere.
Where to land? Is home.
? You must struggle with your wings.
Get used to loneliness
Long distance round trip
Soaring into the sky
? be afraid
It will be very cold, too
Still thinking about your lost childhood?
Snow all over the sky-bad weather
Parry alone
Already grown up
You can go home alone
The road ahead will be mastered.
Fly back on a cold night.
The sixth article of poetry composition "Next, please invite the tenth group to play!"
"Fan Ko, Fan Ko, come on, it's our turn!"
Teacher Liu's loud voice and Han Xueyan's voice prompted me to recall my thoughts from a distant place.
"ah? What? " I almost forgot that we have to go up and carry it.
Stand in a daze and get ready to play. Somehow, I just lost my mind. Maybe it's because I'm so nervous, my heart is about to jump out, and I'm still jumping around, as if to emphasize my existence. I was still in a trance during the short time when I stepped onto the stage. I am worried, nervous, afraid, and all kinds of complicated feelings are intertwined in my little heart. I had long thought of words to ease my nervousness, but at this moment I ran away.
Is the heart still beating? No, it's shaking. I didn't expect every group to be so fully prepared and confident when rehearsing, but now I don't know where to go. The original "keep smiling" has now become a frown. "What should I do? Han Xueyan, I am so afraid that I can't find the beat after the music starts, which will lead to the annihilation of the whole army. " "It's okay, Fan Ko, I believe you." Han Xueyan's affirmative words echoed in my ears again and again. Looking at the three people around me, I couldn't help laughing out my worry: "What are you afraid of? I've practiced here many times, isn't it just for this time? I want to believe in my team leader, my team members and everything we have done. Come on! "
Poetry reading junior high school composition begins with 900 words, and the exam begins. Looking at a pair of sharp eyes, straight ears and an expression of "I must find out the mistake for you", I left a cruel word in my heart: I want to convince you to lose!
With the beginning of my sentence "I see guests off on Xunyang River, maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn", I gradually found that my belief is correct. No caton, no laughter, no mistakes, everything went smoothly than expected. However, Zhu has been giggling. That kind of smile seems to be squeezed out through his teeth. I'm afraid I made some stupid mistakes. I wonder if this is his psychological tactics. I want to stare at him, but I dare not, because there are 63 pairs of eyes staring at it now. I bit my lip nervously and didn't know where to look. At this time, it was the rich prize that the teacher said gave me confidence. "I will win anyway," I thought selfishly.
"We are not happy-until the end of the day, we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? "It's over. It's finally over. I took a long breath, put down the cardboard and prepared for the thunderous applause I imagined. However, God likes to joke, and the whole audience is silent, and the air becomes cold and stagnant. Suddenly, a person clapped his hands, but perhaps because the condensed air was too depressing, it disappeared silently. What shall we do? What shall we do? I clenched my fist nervously, and the sweat soon grew in my hands. What shall we do? What shall we do? I have to bow my head in advance to ease my heart curled up with fear. However, just as I leaned down deeply and prepared to blame myself, I suddenly applauded. I don't know why and I don't want to know why. At this moment, I just want to immerse myself in everyone's applause, revel in the teacher's affirmative eyes and laugh easily with the team members.
Pay so much, practice so long, once complained at this moment, sublimated. I don't care if I can get a good ranking. At this moment, this beautiful applause is the biggest reward for us.
On Thursday morning, our Chinese class held a "Poetry Reciting Competition". The teacher smiled and said to everyone: "This time we volunteered to go to the stage to recite ancient poems, both in class and after class!" After that, I saw some students nodding thoughtfully and lowering their eyebrows, some reciting ancient poems skillfully, and some students looking forward to the program ... while I was thinking hard, Ruoyang of the third group raised his hand high, and the teacher called him happily. He strode forward and recited the ancient poem "To Wang Lun", only listening to "Li Bai takes a boat ..." Great. It seems that I also remembered the poem "Compassion for Farmers", and the teacher called me. After I took office, I just finished saying "sympathy for farmers". Students may think that I am reciting the ancient poem "mowing the grass at noon" and gradually start to boo. But I kept reading, and everyone listened carefully. That's the farmers' regret (2), and there's a sentence in it: "There is no leisure in the four seas, and farmers starve to death." All the students clapped their hands and the teacher asked me to put these two poems together. After watching them, I retired excitedly.
Then, Han Yu fluently recited the ancient poem "Bamboo Stone" that the teacher asked the students to recite. With her sweet voice and soft tone, she read out the feelings that the whole poem should have.
The timely "Passing through the Old Village" is also good, which is also an ancient poem that Liuyuan will recite this semester. She recited the corresponding actions, which attracted students' attention, made more and more students participate in this activity, and made the atmosphere of the activity more and more intense.
Jiang Kun's January Day also performed very well. In the past, Teacher Song taught us to recite this poem carefully, which reminded me of the wonderful scene of the New Year. Gradually, many students also got up the courage to perform on stage.
At this time, I also remembered many ancient poems I had learned before: ode to the goose, ode to the wandering son, the journey of the ancient waves and the quatrains, and so on. My little hand was raised.