1 I can't forget the failure in the exam for a long time. It seems that learning has encountered a bottleneck, and I am always at a loss and helpless. The homework is piled up so thick that I don't know where to start. Thinking about relaxing, I took out a book from the bookcase, and "Three Hundred Poems" came into view, and I was addicted to it at once, and my mood fluctuated with the poet. The troubles vanished, leaving only a trace of sweetness in my heart and endless aftertaste.
The first intimate contact with poetry was when I was a child. My mother taught me again and again, and the green water, blue sky and blue waves were printed in my mind. Later, on the way with poetry, I experienced the changes of the four seasons, the splendor of the motherland, the twists and turns of the poet's career and the bumpy fate.
In spring, "the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass is close but not close." Fingers touching the rain beads are crystal clear, and the grass has sprouted and is full of vitality. In summer, "the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful, and the lotus flowers are different colors." Lotus flowers are in full bloom, and they stand side by side for ten miles. The ancients praised it as "fragrant and clear, graceful and clean." The purity of lotus is a different kind of scenery in hot summer. In autumn, "stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February." The maple leaves are red through half the sky, sitting at the foot of the mountain and sighing the beauty of the world. "Winter" is like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night, blowing away clusters of petals of ten thousand pear trees, wrapped in silver, up and down the earth, pure.
What fascinates me more than Tang poetry is Song Ci, a stormy dynasty that gave birth to thousands of outstanding poets and was unique. "Rocks are flying in the air, and the waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow." It is the magnificent scene of unrestrained Su Shi; "Fight for the ferry, fight for the ferry, and start the gull heron pool." It is a quiet scene of graceful and restrained Li Qingzhao; "Look at the sword after drinking, dream back to blow the horn" is the frontier scenery displayed by ambitious Xin Qiji; I fell in love with Song Ci and handed in "Don't wait, it's sad for nothing!" Yue Fei, who met Liu Yong, a "Yang Liuan with a small wind and a dying moon", worshipped Yue Fei, a "sleepless man, a general with white hair and tears".
Poetry accompanied me all the way. Although it has gone through thousands of years, it still touches my heart and makes me addicted to it. My mood fluctuates with the poet. This is the essence of our traditional culture in China, and it needs our generation to inherit and stick to it. Thought of here, my troubles vanished, leaving only a trace of sweetness. I am proud of the profound cultural heritage of our Chinese nation, which makes me remember deeply, let me walk with poetry, and let me love forever in my life.
Eight essays and two collections of poems with poems, the way that ancient people in China expressed their feelings. Poetry is tangible, intentional and rhythmic. Poetry is the treasure of the Chinese nation, and poetry is the pride of our Chinese nation.
Poetry is a language art with image as the element, imagination as the way, spiritual artistic conception as the center of gravity and rhythm as the form. Poetry is the expression of the poet's true temperament, and it is the poet's perception and exertion of life.
Since ancient times, many outstanding poets have left many immortal famous sentences. Western countries have beautiful and rhythmic music, but we in China have poems that can be used as poems and songs. From The Book of Songs to Songs of the South, from Songs of the South to Tang poetry, from Tang poetry to Yuan song, from Yuan song to Ming novels to modern poetry, the forms of poetry are ever-changing. Poetry is elusive, but it exists in everyone's heart.
I think the greatest blessing in life is to walk with poetry. Imagine that I can chant "Sunrise is redder than fire, and spring is greener and bluer than water" in the water town of Jiangnan. Can you not remember Jiangnan? "I can also stand on the hill, overlooking the vast grassland, chanting" the sky is grey and wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. "What a wonderful state it would be! I can tell myself when my life is frustrated: "Everyone in this world doesn't know you. When I am not recognized, I can tell myself: "Since God has given me talent, let it work!"! , spin one thousand silver, all back! . "I can be happy:" cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen my appetite, let me, 300 bowls, a long drink! . "I can feel all kinds of emotions from poetry.
I think my future life must be inseparable from poetry. I like poetry because I love it. I can regard my life as an untitled poem. The sentences in the poem are my life experiences. And my ego is the pen for writing poetry, and I will keep writing until the end of my life.
Walk with poetry and take poetry as a companion. Life is full of poetry, life is full of poetry. I think I will walk with poetry in the future and write my own poetic life! Recite a poem that belongs to me!
I am a boy who likes writing, and I don't like getting along with others. I like being alone, and I like the peace that belongs to me. I like to write my own poems quietly. Even what others say, I am willing to support my dreams and hobbies with my own actions.
My first poem, which is also my debut "Family", tells the importance of family to me. The last paragraph is like this: "Family is an eternal lamp. Silently, light up the road ahead for me.
My second poem, Ye's Family and Love, was written when I was in middle school, and it was also written by the school's Eagle. This poem is about my feelings in the journey of pursuing my dream and my persistence in my dream, and I will never give up until I reach the Yellow River.
My third poem, Firefly, is about the innocent age and simple thoughts when I was a child. Explains my naughty behavior when I was a child.
My fourth poem "Fantasy of the Storm" was the inspiration after the flood in my hometown, which made me write another scene for nature.
My fifth poem, Father, Children Love You, is my latest work, and I am walking out of the campus. The first poem comes from the fact that I have come out to work after the winter vacation at school and watched others go home happily. But I can't ... I have too much helplessness.
My life is still very long, and the road I have traveled is still very short. As time goes on, my journey will also increase. One day, I will have my own collection of poems and my own honor.
Collection of poems: 8 articles, 4 lines of elegant poems and gentle notes, which started my journey of poetry.
I remember once, when I went to my classmate's house to play, I accidentally saw a book of ancient poems on his desk, and notes were written everywhere. I wondered, "Why did you recite this boring poem?" He smiled and said, "Because I can enjoy happiness and happiness in it." Are you happy? I was surprised, and my face was full of incredible expressions.
That afternoon, I went home, curiously found out the ancient poetry book from under the cupboard and read it with great interest. After watching it for a while, I felt bored and my mind became more and more unclear. I threw the ancient poetry book aside and thought angrily, why is it so difficult? What's the use of learning it? But then I thought: As a man, how can I give up easily?
I opened the story book again and read it. After a while, I found my way. I can find out the poems first, and then understand every word, so it's easy to recite. But an hour or two passed. How many songs did you recite? It suddenly dawned on me. I can recite it every day when I am free, which will save more time and make it easier.
In this way, I feel the charm of ancient poetry with my heart every day and enjoy the happiness and happiness brought by ancient poetry. "Water Tune" made me realize the poet Su Dongpo's yearning for his family and hometown. I seem to be integrated with the poet and feel his great inner feelings. Sometimes, I will sit by the window and watch the sun set and the sunset glow shine in the sky. At this moment, I am walking with poetry.
Happiness, like a river breaking ice in winter, like the revival of everything in spring, like trees in summer, poetry seems to share happiness with me. When I was sad, it accompanied me through the difficulties, and when I was happy, it accompanied me to share the happy time.
Walking with Poetry Collection 8 Articles 5 Walking with Poetry all the way, feeling and experiencing under the nourishment of poetry.
I look for poetry in books.
A dream in the red chamber is like a dream. At the beginning of the dream, flowers reflect the moon and leaves shake the wind; Dreams, ups and downs, confusing; When I woke up from my dream, it was already "a wisp of fragrant soul scattered with the wind and I didn't dream in the middle of the night." After several flowers bloom, Leng Xiang remains the same. This is a beautiful dream. How many lives have passed away, but they have left elegance and poetry.
Wandering in the ocean of poetry, "getting up in the morning, eliminating filth, and returning home with the moon" is Tao Yuanming's leisure; "Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take a fishing boat" is Li Bai's generosity; "The leaves are dry and rainy, and the water surface is clear and round" is the tranquility of Zhou Bangyan. ...
I look for poetry in nature.
When there are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, it is an invitation in spring. Pink lotus is about to drip, Ying Ying is about to drip; It's raining in Baihe, and it's bright and flawless. Dancing lightly in summer. When the golden wheat waves roll, it is autumn rushing. When snowflakes are flying all over the sky, it is winter that tells quietly.
Step into the mountains and embrace nature. Green leaves dance like green elves, squirrels dance with the melody of nature, and the sound of running water comes from their ears, which is as sweet as wind chimes. When the sun went down, I saw that the afterglow of the sunset was gorgeous enough to make dancing clothes and cover the sky. ...
I look for poetry in the years.
Time is like a river, the left bank is an unforgettable past, the right bank is full of unknown future, and the middle is flying away. This is a time worth grasping. The river on the left bank is relatively calm, with fragments of memory floating on it, both colored and gray. The river in the middle is the fastest, with seven colors of light. The river on the right bank is hard to see. Does it seem calm or rough? However, in any case, we are still moving forward and moving towards the unknown.
In life, there must be the afterglow of the sunset at sunrise, the lonely death at gorgeous transformation, and the bleak failure at brilliant success. The only thing we can do is to let poetry wrap our hearts. When frustrated, it will light a lamp and accompany us through the long and lonely darkness, so that our hearts will not dry up.
Walking with poetry all the way, I explored and grew under the nourishment of poetry.
There are poems 8 6 in the collection of essays. Because of you, I understand what is the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Because of you, let me understand that "youth is white and sad" cherishes time; Because of you, I also understand the open-mindedness that "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea". You are the object I deeply want to thank-poetry.
Walking into the world of poetry with light steps, I felt the joy of "entering the night with the wind, moistening things silently". Good birds sing, they rhyme and enjoy "how many early warblers compete for warm trees, who is new?" Entering the world of poetry, there will always be unexpected gains. Ah, poetry, you made me feel the charm of Chinese and taught me how to feel the harmony and vitality of nature.
The cicada's cry gradually played an interesting chord, occasionally blowing the breeze in my ear and the frog's voice in the rice field, which made me really feel that "the rice fragrance says harvest, and the frog's voice is heard." Looking at the beautiful scenery of "the lotus leaf is green in the sky and the lotus flower is red in the sun". You made me feel the mystery and mystery in the poem.
Looking up at the full moon on the 15th, you will think of Su Dongpo's "I wish people a long time, cicadas are blooming ahead" and Li Bai's "Looking up, I find it is moonlight, and bowing down is my hometown"? It is you, poetry, who taught me how to cherish this moment and look forward to the future.
Snow-covered, can you see the arrival of "like spring breeze, night comes, trees bloom and pear blossoms"? "Everything is covered with silver, but I can't see the clarity of spring? It is you, poetry, who made me understand the purity of winter, leaving me a blank and making me reflect on myself.
When I was confused, you taught me that "everything will work out in the end, and everything will work out in the end"; When I was playful, you taught me' If I don't work hard, my boss will be sad'. "
Poetry, my benefactor, you are the bright moon shining in the night sky, illuminating my lost direction; You are the dry rain and dew, giving me the expectation of life; You are like the blazing sun, infecting my frozen heart. Let me spread my wings and wander in your world-poetry.
Shishi, I am grateful that you have always been with me, so that I don't feel lonely.
China's ancient poems have a long history. Each dynasty has its own most popular style, and there are also many famous poets and poets. Their works are different and their styles are different: happy or sad, high or low. And I, together with ancient poetry, seek dreams.
"Such a bright line is at the foot of my bed, and I suspect there is frost on the ground. Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " Nothing is more familiar than Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking, which euphemistically expresses the author's yearning for home. After arriving, "Weicheng is raining, dusty and the guest house is green and willow." I advise you to drink more wine. It makes no sense to go out to Yangguan in the west. "Wang Wei wrote this song" Send Yuan Twenty Shores Xi "and caught my eye. Between the lines, the poet seems to have brought me into the scene of parting. Between the lines, I read the author's helplessness and sadness about his friend's imminent departure. Now, Li Yu's Meet You Huan reveals a desolation. "Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the clear autumn in the deep courtyard. I have a special taste in my heart if I don't stop cutting. "Li Yu was endowed with literary talent by God, but God also endowed him with sadness-he is the monarch. Perhaps he is the most talented emperor and the most powerful scholar, but a person caught in two fields will be hurt. He is the monarch-the king of national subjugation; He is a scholar-an unfortunate scholar. He can't vent all his pain, so he has to vent his pain through writing.
I learned poetry as a child because of its rhythm. I thought reading poetry was a noble and elegant thing, but I only understood the essence of poetry, but I didn't understand its meaning, so I was just the bud of poetry.
After that, I studied poetry because of its meaning and story, and thought that poetry was the carrier of the most beautiful memory of mankind, but I only understood the meaning of poetry, not the feelings of poetry, so I only understood the leaves of poetry.
Now, I study poetry because of its emotion and will, and think that poetry is a way for poets to express themselves. I only know the feelings of poetry, but I don't know the dreams of poetry, so I only bloom poetry.
In the future, I will use ancient poetry to find my dream and present the fruits of poetry.
When I was 8 years old, my mother taught me to recite poems. The earliest poem I recited was Ode to Goose by the Tang Dynasty poet Luo: Goose, Goose, Goose. White hair floats green water, and red palm stirs green waves. After that, I memorized more and more poems and became more and more familiar.
These days, under the guidance of Ceng Laoshi, I not only learned to appreciate some poems, but also learned to write my own poems. Although I am a beginner in writing poetry and my writing style is not very good, I have taken a step forward on the ladder of poetry.
Three children's poems, Let's Go to the Sea, To Mice and Dad's Snoring, made me realize the innocence of these children's poets, and also made me discover the charm of poetry and increase my interest in writing poetry. In this way, I wrote my first poem-spring. "Spring creeps in with the wind, and spring rains moisten things silently ..." The more I wrote, the more I worked hard, and I wrote four sections at once. I also saw other students' four seasons poems, which made me feel as if I were there, immersed in my own fantasy.
In the last class at noon on Friday, the teacher asked the members of Wang Yifan's group to show their slides. Their theme is: knocking on the door of poetry. Many stories about Li Bai are introduced in the slide, such as the origin of Li Bai's name and Lux taking off his boots. What surprises me most is that their group wrote poems about the four seasons, all of which are poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I still like Spring written by Huang Qingyuan best. "The grass and flowers are like dancers, twisting their soft bodies; Bamboo shoots stick their heads out of the soil to see the new world; Even the river that often doesn't talk has come back to life, and the river is singing beautiful songs; They are a beautiful couple. Beautiful spring is coming ... "The greatest feature of this poem is that it uses many anthropomorphic techniques to highlight the vitality of spring. There are also some group works that are also very good, such as "Time" and "Crying of Food" ... All kinds of poems have different "tastes", some are a little ironic and some are a little lyrical.
After learning this unit, we all realized the charm of poetry, and we can write poetry by ourselves, which increased my interest in writing poetry.