Poetry composition 400 words 1 if
If the sky is gloomy,
Then, the white clouds disappeared,
Sunlight can't penetrate the clouds, and the world is dark, helpless and desperate.
People were still producing technology at that time.
And ask nature for necessities with a clear conscience.
If the clean water is dry and dirty,
Then, aquatic life will be on the verge of extinction,
Sewage from chemical plants isolates water from air, and fish and shrimp are on the verge of extinction.
People at that time saw the fragility of nature,
However, it is still shamelessly destroying the environment.
If the rain and dew disappear and the sun disappears,
Then, the beauty of nature will disappear forever,
Polluted water irrigates flowers and trees, which will wither and wither without rain and dew.
At that time, people forgot the cries of nature.
At that time, people were enjoying the last gift of nature.
If nature finally gets angry,
Volcanoes and earthquakes destroyed the civilization of the human world.
That's what people deserve!
At this time, people finally understood their mistakes.
They repent in a world of despair and darkness!
However, Mother Nature is not angry.
Because, she knows, people still have kindness and love in their hearts.
However, nature will never know,
People nowadays are indifferent and tortured by technology.
Technology has brought convenience to people, but
But it destroyed people's hearts.
If one day,
People realized their mistakes before the end,
So,
At that time, people will be happily curled up in the arms of Mother Nature.
Today, under the organization of the teacher, our class held a special poetry reading meeting in the second quarter of the afternoon. We made full preparations early and sat neatly in the classroom, waiting for the arrival of the teacher.
Class begins, and the poetry recitation begins! Poetry reading can be divided into group reading and individual reading. The first group is Xiao Ai, the monitor, Tia Xiao for mathematics and Xiao Dong for English. They stood neatly in a row on the podium, reciting China Youth. Their beautiful recitation and neat movements made a "good start" for the poetry reading in our class. Finally, they got the highest score given by the teacher-92 points. The second group of students recited Long song, with 86 points. ......
Two of my good friends came to the stage, and Xiao Shuo recited a poem-The Wind. Xiaoshuo has a loud voice and was evaluated by the teacher with 82 points. Next is Xiao Ting. Xiao Ting recited a song "Don't Be a Big Boy", and his unique action earned him 82 points. There are good things and there must be bad things. Huang Zi and Du Ming in our class dragged their feet on the stage. They must be unprepared for reciting "Langtaosha". They pulled each other's skirts and said, "You go first, you read first." I finally finished reading this poem at a super-fast speed.
It's my turn! It's my turn! My deskmate and I formed a group. We went on stage, introduced ourselves to our classmates and began to recite. We recited "Summer quatrains". We had a good rehearsal before, but maybe because I was too nervous, I actually read "Life as a Talent" as "People as a Talent". I'm ashamed. I really want to find a hole to drill down.
This unique poetry reading club has given me a deeper understanding of reading poetry, so I want to accumulate more poems.
My mother taught me to recite ancient poems when I was 400 words old. More than ten years have passed. Because of my strong interest, my feelings for poetry are getting deeper and deeper. I dare not say that I am proficient, but at least I know a little. There is no talent of poets, but at least they have the same feelings.
Whenever I study poetry, the artistic conception created by the poet in those few words always makes me daydream, and I share my joys and sorrows with the poet in the dark. And produced a heartfelt desire to create. So from then on, I understood that poetry has occupied a place in my heart.
Moreover, with the growth of knowledge, I no longer dabble in ancient poetry, and the momentum of learning poetry is gradually moving towards modern poetry, experiencing the profundity and beauty of modern poetry.
Look at "I left quietly, just as I came gently." I like the beautiful melody of Cambridge in the past; "The bright moon decorated other people's windows, and you decorated other people's dreams." There is still that beautiful "you" in the dream. "Homesickness is a shallow strait. I have it here, and the mainland is at that end. " You wrote down the expectations of the people of the whole country in a few words.
Poetry grows and thrives in my heart like this. With every step of my growth, poetry deeply rooted in my heart ... Please continue to accompany me and give me more touch!
Spring has come, full of poetry.
It was sunny after the rain, so I decided to go downstairs for a walk.
In the afternoon, the world lit up again. The grass in the community has changed from dark green to light green, but now it has emerged from that place and is very orderly. The yellow flowers of dandelion are blooming brilliantly. They are small and delicate, like some chickens, fluttering and laughing, so kind and lovely. The fluffy seeds are floating in the air, so elegant. Peach blossom is also the most beautiful flower. Pink flowers on the branches remind me of an ancient poem: "There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo". In my opinion, there are more than three peaches here now, which can be said to be all over the community.
Walking, I saw the wicker winding on the willow branches, and a few drops of rain beads hung on the green branches. When the breeze blows, wicker is playing. You kick me, I hit you, you come back, I haunt you. Looking at the beautiful scenery at this moment, how can it not be like: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down"?
In the afternoon, my friends and I played on the grass in this spring.
At dusk, "Ji Ji, Ji Ji" occasionally heard birds singing, and the originally light blue sky suddenly turned into red and yellow clouds. "Ji Ji, Ji Ji" The bird seems to be going back to its nest. We also went home. The evening sky is always so beautiful. It's also like "I wake up easily in this spring morning, and birds are singing everywhere."
At night, I'm going to sleep. The wind blows through my cheeks and ears, and there is a fragrance of flowers. The bird fell asleep and stopped barking. Hua fell asleep and stopped showing herself to others. The tree is asleep. It is preparing for a new day. I also slept ... "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", just like now.
Poetry was born quietly in spring, and it is waiting for me to savor it slowly. ...
Poetry composition 400 words 5 (1)
Dedicated to the armed police, fire officers and soldiers and the People's Liberation Army.
close relations
The same pain and fatigue.
The same sadness and joy.
The task makes you as strong as steel.
You are the defender of the motherland.
You are the patron saint of the people.
By the flood river
In the snow disaster all over the sky
On the ruins of the world.
…………
What about your figure?
Where didn't you call?
You are not afraid of danger.
You are not afraid of sacrifice.
Where is the danger?
You run over there.
With your flesh and blood
Saved one life after another
With your fearless sacrifice
In exchange for the peace and security of the people.
Dear people's liberation army, armed police fire officers and soldiers.
You are the loveliest people
(2)
Dedicated to angels in white.
As bright as the moon.
As transparent as crystal.
You are the defender of life.
You are the patron saint of health.
The ward is your position.
But, on earth,
As long as there is light shining.
Your footprints are everywhere.
You use a fiery heart
Arouse the hope of life
You are like the spring breeze.
Brush away the pain of every patient.
You use your clever mind
A dexterous hand
Dispel diseases for the wounded and sick.
Drive away death
What about your figure?
There is a brilliant light of life.
What about your figure?
There will be a movement of hope.
You are the loveliest angels in white.
Everyone is very happy to see that the award certificate held by Teacher Sun is the "Best Recitation Award".
I can't help but think of what happened just now, that is, when Class 8, Class 7 went outside, Class 9 followed. Teacher Sun saw Class 7 and Class 8 practicing reciting. Let's review. The previous recitation is very good, that is, the last sentence always goes back and forth when swinging. Teacher Sun thought of a good idea. Let's raise our hands together, palms up, fingers together and thumbs in the middle. We tried several times and finally succeeded! The teacher asked Claire Kuo to shout: One, two, let's put our hands down!
Class seven got off the stage and passed smoothly, but in Class eight, a reciter forgot the lyrics again and again. I have the answer, but now I'm worried that Guo Yiran and Jiang Yiran have forgotten their words. I also heard Guo quietly ask the teacher, "Teacher, what if I say something wrong?" The teacher touched Claire Kuo's head, smiled and said to the class, "I'll give you three hints. One. Don't look around. Two. Even if the bug flies to your face, you are not allowed to touch it with your hands, scratch your head or touch your nose. Three: always smile, raise your mouth and bring the sweetest face to the audience.
I suddenly feel wet behind me. I was worried that I was sweating behind my back and my palms were wet. When we got on the stage, we heard Hu Xinxuan singing. The first few sentences are perfect, but there is a little problem with Jiang. She just finished singing and was ready to retreat, but her legs went weak and she almost fell down. Thanks to Pan Zishan's tight hug, otherwise she would have fallen and frightened us!
The poetry reading contest ended successfully, which really made us unforgettable!
It's sunny today. The downpour stopped two days ago, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. The long-lost grandfather Sun finally showed a smiling face, which made people feel particularly good and brilliant.
Listen, the voice of reciting ancient poems came from Class Four, Grade Five. You see, the students on the field are reciting poems emotionally. This lively scene is the scene of poetry reading in Class Four, Grade Five. The poetry reading contest was hosted by Leung Wing-shih and Huo Yingnan.
The purpose of this ancient poem recitation is to let everyone play freely, recite an ancient poem and show their talents.
In this fierce competition, I also joined in. I formed a team with Li Zhixin, Guo and Chen Yixia. Several of us recited Wang Changling's ancient poem "Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Inn" together, and vividly recited the poem with beautiful voices, which won warm applause from the students.
The most wonderful thing is "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" by Huo Yingnan and Liang Yongshi, our great recitation masters. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock, and the lotus leaves are endless ... they are reciting rhythmically. These beautiful poems and their melodious voices are simply "invincible in the world."
Also, Liang's quatrains, the bamboo stones of Liang and Chen Yingen, and Jia Dao's Li Sao, let us know each other better.
Finally, we named the "Little Poet", which of course belongs to two students, namely Wang Huo Yingnan and Clever.
The recitation contest ended with applause.
After studying these days, we finally got to my favorite part: holding a poetry recital. Why? Because this opportunity is only once, think about it, what a wonderful thing it is to listen to that beautiful poem and savor it carefully!
This afternoon, when we were sweeping the floor, we saw a group of people practicing reading in front of the classroom. They were holding papers that didn't know what was written on them. I patted my head, alas! There's going to be a poetry recitation, and I haven't sent the recitation to the people in our group yet! I reminded Zhao that he told us to hurry back to the classroom and practice reading poetry.
After sweeping the floor, we rushed back to the classroom. I took out the reading manuscript and sent it to the people in our group. Because we are sweeping the floor this week, many things are unprepared. The first is music. There are ten people in our group, but none of them has a mobile phone. What bad luck Secondly, we rehearse. We haven't practiced. How can I read aloud with a sense of collectivity? We all want to: sharpen your knife at the last minute, and you will be less unhappy. But we were shot while lying down. The teacher asked us to start with the first group, which is our group. We didn't flinch, but went to school. Because there is no music, no emotional reading, we tied for the first place with another group, that is the countdown.
This failure was just a mistake, and we must turn it around next time.
In the first grade, I was lucky enough to participate in the classic reading activities organized by my class.
The performance of our class is Four Seasons, and four poems describing the scenery of the four seasons were recited: Village Residence, Jingci Temple Meet Lin Zifang at Dawn, Walking on the Mountain and Don't be too big. At the beginning of reading these poems, the students felt uncomfortable because they didn't understand them, so the teacher took us to the electric classroom and showed the illustrations of these four poems with slides. Exquisite illustrations help students quickly understand the meaning of these four poems, and everyone's enthusiasm for reading and reciting poems suddenly rises.
Under the careful organization of the teacher, our little actor rehearsed hard. Soon, our "Four Seasons" came to the fore on the field: when the boys of 16 sat cross-legged on the floor and shook their heads to read "Village Residence" like ancient little bookworms, the applause from the audience came one after another; The next three poems are read by boys and acted by girls. The students who recited and performed cooperated tacitly, and the audience's admiration was endless.
In the school's "classic reading" competition, our class achieved good results. From then on, I had an indissoluble bond with China's classical poems. The Analects of Confucius, San Zi Jing, Di Zi Gui and Tang and Song Poems have become my good friends. I have been learning knowledge and drawing strength from classic poems.
Reading classics, my eyes appreciate the beauty of the four seasons; Reading classics, I understand the truth of being a man; After reading the classics, I was infected by China's traditional virtues and realized the influence of "elegant words" on my life. ...
I will continue to draw strength from "China's Classical Poetry" and do my part to inherit Chinese civilization.