I remember how many days, leaning against the ebony pane of the library, smelling the moving fragrance of calla lilies in celadon vases, and leafing through the yellowed "Combination of Poetry and Rhyme" in the era of "I want to be naive". The poem is three hundred miles, and pure and beautiful love comes from the river like a lotus flower. Yan Yan Yu Fei, whispering endless sadness; I don't know its date, but it is full of thoughts about fireworks. When you are desperate, there is a long song that Ruan Ji is at the end of the road. Being beautiful is the charm of Ji Kang. Looking at the moonlight, touching the warmth of beating ten thousand washing mallets; Autumn night rain falls, smelling the faint disappointment of "phoenix tree is more raining"
I remember how many days I met words and walked with poems. I linger in the faint ink between the pages, obsessed with the whispering of the pen tip sliding. Prose or longing or pleasure, or sentimental or lively, from immature to mature, from simple to profound, records my growth, like a bookmark of time, silently staying in the passage of time. Xi Murong once lamented that "youth is a book that is too hasty", but I can find the most poetic fit in the article. That year's time and emotion closed again, even the moment of class, candlelight night reading and silent sobbing in rainy days will condense into the most beautiful amber of time and live in my heart at this moment.
Yasunari Kawabata once said in the article Sleepless Flowers that "beauty is the result of meeting and closeness." The lens captures a gorgeous encounter in an unexpected way of poetry and sublimates a clear and fragrant soul.
Nowadays, too much time has passed silently in the fleeting and bizarre, but I can wander leisurely in the ocean of poetry and realize the true meaning of life between beautiful scenery and interesting words.
The days when I walked with poetry passed away peacefully, and I still visited again, catching a bright flower, entering the texture of the years, letting it be painful and sweet, letting it flow away and flowing back. I've changed my face for thousands of years. What is constant is beauty, and what is eternal is poetry.
Walking with poetry composition 2 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." Bloom several times, Rui Leng Xiang residual, this is a beautiful dream, how many lives passed away, but 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.
Applause is an expression of encouragement and relief to a person. If you want more people to cheer for you, please work hard!
I remember it was an ancient poetry contest. Those days were hard. The teacher prepared only three exercises for us. For a whole month, I couldn't play computer, watch TV or go out with my friends. What I face every day is only ancient poetry and boring poetry. I am looking forward to the day of the exam coming soon. At this time, I was ill again, but I didn't give up, but continued to work hard. Gradually, I found the pleasure of interacting with poetry. When I turn ancient poems into beautiful pictures; When I talk to poets of all ages; When the dynasty came to me with the beat, I stopped worrying and devoted myself to studying harder.
After many days of hard work, the day of the exam finally came. I answered the questions on this roll of paper smoothly. While others are still puzzling over the last two questions, I have reached the stage of examination, which is like a godsend. A few days later, the roll paper was sent out. When the whole class knew that I got full marks and won the grand prize, everyone gave me envious eyes, followed by a burst of thunderous applause, and everyone was happy for me. Because I worked hard, I struggled, I succeeded!
Walking with poetry, I gained not only the appreciation and recognition of teachers and classmates, but also the confidence and courage of never back down in the face of difficulties. How can you not cheer for yourself?
Walking with Poetry Composition 4 Elegant poems and gentle notes started my poetry journey.
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 do you want to recite such a 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 later, 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.
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 my first work when I step out of campus. The source of this poem is 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.
Compose 6 ancient poems with poems-a household name. When seeing friends off, people will naturally recite Don't Be a Big Boy written by Tang Dynasty poet Gao Shi. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. During the Spring Festival, people will also recite the Song Dynasty poet Wang Anshi's "Days in January": firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. ...... Nowadays, poetry is not only integrated into our lives, but also recorded in our textbooks. In Unit 6, we launched the activity of "Walking with Poetry".
I carried out this activity of "Walking with Poetry" and gained a lot from it. To carry out this activity, xu teacher first took us to appreciate poetry and appreciate its charm. When you appreciate a poem, you can explain the meaning of the whole poem according to the meaning of a single word in the poem, or you can contact your own life. ..... When we appreciate this poem, we will write it down. At first, I couldn't write well. We just changed a few words on it according to the ancient poems in the book. For example, I write cold:
The cold wind roared and the snow fell heavily.
Flying all over the sky, the figure is sparse.
But later, I can write my own poems. After dinner, when I came out, I saw a golden full moon hanging in the sky, spotless. Below is the fountain, and the clear spring reflects the shadow of the bright moon. So, according to this picture, I created Spring under the Moon:
The golden full moon hangs in the sky, spotless, quiet and bright.
The bright moon shines in the sky, and the clear spring shadows in the water.
Through this activity of "Walking with Poetry", I gained a lot. I know how to appreciate poetry and I know that I should observe things in life more. Poetry is everywhere. Of course, I also have shortcomings in my activities: the words in the poem are too ordinary, so I should be good at thinking and being original in the future. I also hope that you can write more poems and publish a collection of poems in the future! I believe my poems will get better and better in the future!
Walking with Poetry Composition 7 Love Poems and Their Surprise of "Seeing Grass Buds in February"; Love the warmth of its "small bridge and flowing water family"; Love its sadness of "lonely empty court, late spring"; I like its loneliness that the north wind blows and the water is cold.
On the lonely Phoenix Platform, Li Bai expressed his sadness with a sentence "A cloud appeared between the light in the sky and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart". This great poet has always been a traction in my heart.
Poetry always expresses an emotion and a thing with exquisite language and beautiful rhythm. The reason why Tang and Song poems have been circulated for a long time is that they are bold, elegant and refined. The rain in Tianjie is crisp and crisp, and the color of grass is far and near, but it is not. I seem to smell the fragrance of grass in spring. "If she just turns her head and smiles, a hundred charms will be cast, and the makeup of the sixth palace will vanish." Reading Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, I seem to see the glory and glory of the palace in the prosperous Tang Dynasty: "Until I raise my cup, I ask the bright moon to bring my shadow to me and let the three of us." I read the depression and sadness of Li Bai when he was frustrated. The elegance and beauty of poetry shocked me.
I love poetry because it contains profound principles of being a man.
"Don't wait for leisure, it's sad for nothing." In "Man Jiang Hong", Yue Fei told us to cherish time; "Don't boast of good colors, just leave the air full of dried Kun" to teach us to be clear and white; "One day I will ride the wind and waves, and Yun Fan will help the sea." Li Bai encouraged us to cope with setbacks and have confidence that we are not afraid of difficulties.
The artistic charm of poetry is endless. Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and Wang Wei, countless famous poets, such as bright stars, dotted the historical sky.
Many excellent works, such as Song of Eternal Sorrow, Pipa, and Water Melody, are precious heritages in the history of literature. [by Www. ZwSc. net finishing]
There is a world in every poem. Today, how lucky we are to enjoy this heritage, please love poetry! Walk into the perfect realm of poetry and appreciate its infinite charm! Please enjoy the feast carefully cooked for you by poetry!
Walking with Poetry Composition 8 Sitting on a white sailboat, wandering in the ocean of poetry, with cadence in my ear, it's good to walk with poetry. -inscription
When I was in kindergarten, I could already talk to poetry. My mother bought a large book of poems. Every night, I lie in a comfortable little bed and my mother reads me poems. With such bright light from the foot of my bed, is there frost already? In the spring morning, I woke up happily, and birds were singing all around. I listened carefully to every poem my mother read. After a long time, I can recite some simple poems. However, I still don't understand those complicated poems and poets.
In the first grade of primary school, I know more about poetry. Just because I didn't learn enough poems at school, I went to find some reference books and read them again and again. When you encounter a problem you don't understand, ask the teacher for advice. After repeated excavations, the inner mystery of poetry was gradually solved. Oh, there was no such thing as "Three thousands of feet", but it made me see the magnificent Lushan Waterfall. It turns out that the green snail in the silver plate is not a description of the silver plate and the green snail, but a metaphor! Walking with poetry, we are more than friends. It is my mentor and friend now.
Gradually in the third year of high school, I learned more about poetry. That thin, ancient poetry data can't satisfy my desire for poetry. I started surfing the Internet and had more contact with poetry in the online ocean. I often listen to others reading poems, listening to their beautiful tones and listening to their deep poetry. My life has also changed because of poetry: one day in spring, walking along the riverbank under the warm sun, I can always think of Zhu's poem "Looking for fragrance on the spring shore, there is no limit to the scenery." On a hot summer day, looking at the lotus in full bloom in the pond, I can't help but think of the rustling of "lotus reflected in the sun" in autumn, and watching a flowing sea of red maple "frost leaves are red in February flowers" suddenly appear in my heart. Even in the cold winter, there will be no sense of depression, because there is a plum tree standing proudly in the snow, which reminds me that "don't praise it for its good color, just leave it fresh and full of dry Kun." ..... Poetry has become my bosom friend and a part of my life.
Wandering in the ocean of poetry. It's good to walk with the cadence of poetry in your ear.