When I was young, I was often immersed in the rhythm of ancient poetry. Every night, listening to the ancient poems played by the tape recorder, accompanied by cicadas singing outside the window, a breeze blows, and I feel unprecedented happiness.
Accompanied by ancient poetry, my poetic life has cultivated a strong pastoral. The first ancient poem I can recite is "Chanting Willow".
"Jasper is dressed as a tree and hung with 10,000 green silk tapestries." I asked my father what "green silk tapestries" meant. Father said that the "green silk tapestry" is a wicker hanging down like a ribbon, just like a green bow tied on my sister's head. This is a "green silk tapestry". Oh, I see. I memorized them one by one, read many poems about spring, and said, "The sun is setting, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. It's beautiful.
Mud melts into swallows, sand warms Yuanyang to sleep. "This poem shows us that the sun shines in spring, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze brings flowers and plants fragrance. Spring returns to the earth, the soil is soft, swallows fly around to build nests, and Yuanyang falls asleep in the warm sand. This must be a very sweet spring scene! " Miss Huang faces the river in front of the tower, and she is lazy and sleepy in spring. "
This poem is like taking us to Miss Huang's tower, watching the surging river flow eastward, and the worries in our hearts go with it. I feel lazy and sleepy when the spring breeze blows. I understand what people often say: "Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking." Wang Anshi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "When will the bright moon shine on me", and Zhu, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote "Spring Day". They are also writing about the spring breeze, and the poets have mixed feelings, reflecting the different experiences and social environment of the two poets at that time and feeling the patriotic feelings of the poets.
Ancient poetry not only painted my life green, but also made my soul soar. I have been involved in tang style's poems for thousands of years. Looking at the rolling clouds in the sky and listening to the fishing songs of the sea and sky, I feel the grandeur of the desert beyond the Great Wall. Ancient poetry makes my life colorful! I like ancient poems.
2. 1 How to write a 200-word composition with ancient poetry by the third grade? Regardless of life and death gains and losses, there is no need for sadness, regret and persistence. Only in this way can we stay away from the noise of the world of mortals and seek peace of mind.
Schopenhauer said: "The more you want it, the more painful it is";
Zheng Banqiao said that life is "hard to be confused".
The flowers are graceful in the fog and the moon is hazy in the water.
Life is a trip to let go! We need to let go of greed and complexity when we are young; When people reach middle age, they need to put aside fame and fortune and struggle; When we get old, we need to let go of regrets and glitz. Everything will end with the wind, like crystal red dust.
Learn to let go and live in the present!
Like Zhuangzi, you can travel around the world when you are full!
Life is like a flower that never fades!
How to write an ordinary cylinder with a red coat and an "antenna" on its head? This is a candle.
Candles are very common things, I believe everyone has seen them! Very cheap, all over the world. You must be surprised to see this. Candles are too common. Why should I bother to introduce them? Indeed, the candle is very common, but its spirit of silently paying for others deeply attracts me.
It lights itself up, illuminates others and asks for nothing in return. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of the cultivators of the motherland's flowers, the pillars of the motherland, and the teachers who silently pay for us.
The teacher comes back to school early every day, teaching us the truth of being a man and imparting us rich knowledge. Everyone says that the teacher is a gardener and a bright light in the vast sea of people.
But I want to say that the teacher is a candle. "One day as a teacher, life as a father."
Teachers cultivate the flowers of the motherland with hard work and sweat, and let us become contributors to the motherland. We are never selfish and ask for nothing in return. If there is no teacher in life, just like there is no candle in power failure, life will fall into darkness.
At this time, I remembered an ancient poem I recited last semester: silkworms in spring should spin until they die, and candles should drain the wick every night. This sentence is perfect for teachers.
Teachers insist on attending classes until they are white-haired, just like candles, sacrificing themselves to illuminate others. Candle, it is so ordinary and so great.
In the future, I will be like a candle, giving silently and selflessly to the society.
4. 1 Which ancient poem should I write in Grade Three? 150 March word.
Today, the wind stopped in March.
The rain is bright. Where did the raindrops go?
In the city, the sound is still so noisy.
The buttons that can't be undone are all heavy knots.
I want to go out and see the scenery in March.
Partial and imprisoned by some trivial matters.
Longing for a hug
That man is still far away from himself.
In those faint pains
What can we catch?
Only the bare sky.
I can hear some birds singing.
We stick to the rules there.
Recognize pedantry as his father
His mother is a hen who can only lay eggs
Those green poplar leaves
Will hide some old memories
5. Write a 300-word emotional composition of ancient poetry.
One morning in the fourteenth year of Tang Tianbao, warm sunshine filled Wang's small building. Li Bai, a great poet, was awakened by the birds singing in front of the window. He put on his gauze hat and red shirt, went downstairs and walked to Taohuatan. The scenic Taohuatan is embedded in the peaks, and the water quality is clear and flat as a mirror. Peach trees grow along the way from Taohuatan to Yuping Mountain in the upper reaches. In the middle of March, peach blossoms are in full bloom and colorful, reflecting the water as red as fire. Under the sunlight of the morning sun, the water splashed each other, like a rosy cloud, like a colorful dance ... When Li Bai saw all this, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and deeply intoxicated by the unique and beautiful scenery of Shan Ye. ...
After breakfast, Wang Lun, the host, specially brought a century-old Peach Blossom Lake wine to Li Bai.
Li Bai took a sip and turned red at once. He stroked his beard and praised again and again: "Good wine, good wine!"
"Look at the pool view, soak in the pool water and drink the pool wine. This Peach Blossom Pool is also fun!" Wang Lun laughed.
"Mr. Gao You? There are miles of peach blossoms here. How about your drink, sir? There are ten thousand restaurants here. Brother, thanks to your imagination, write this letter to me and trick me into coming over. "
"Otherwise, can Ann invite your great poet?"
"Shili Peach Blossom is a peach blossom ferry ten miles away from the village; Wanjia Hotel is actually a hotel run by a family named Wan. Dude, you ... "
"Do you regret it?" Wang Lun raised his face and blinked cunningly.
Li Bai took the glass and gulped it down. "Water is good, wine is good, people are better, you are happy to come, and you are happy to come, haha ..."
After dinner, Li Bai began to surf the Internet. I found an email on the Internet:
Dude:
Huangshan Mountain will be there tomorrow! tofu
"Tofu ... beans ... rot ... Du Fu!" Li Bai read it silently several times. I can't help laughing. Brother Zimei, who has always been known for his rigor, also played a joke today. Don't tell me, only Du Fu can come up with this rhyming phrase!
Li Bai packed his luggage and hurried downstairs. He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun face to face and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.
When I arrived at Taohuatan Ferry, it began to rain, and the pool was covered with a little broken microwave oven. The trees on the shore swayed with the wind, as if they were holding out their long arms to retain Li Bai. Standing at the bow of the boat, Li Bai looked around and a faint sadness came to his mind. Will Wang Lun? ...
Suddenly, there was a faint song on the road. Li Bai listened attentively, as if several people were singing in chorus, which was very powerful. The song is high and widowed, completely suppressing the sky, and the song is low and widowed, lingering. "This song should only be in the sky. How many times can the world hear it? " Li Bai sighed. He stood on tiptoe and looked ashore. Approached, isn't that the original Wang Lun? Wearing hoes and linen clothes, followed by a large group of villagers. While singing, they closed the rhythm with their feet and hurried to the ferry. ...
As soon as Li Bai's eyes were hot, he lost his voice and shouted, "Brother Wang Lun ..." He could no longer speak.
The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still on the ground and their hands were still beating. ...
"Li Ge, I led the whole village to send them." After a long time, the singing stopped abruptly. Wang Lun faced Li Bai, clenched his fists and held his head high.
Li Bai wiped her tears with her hand. It took him a long time to say, "Brother Wang Lun, would you like to go to Huangshan with me?"
Wang Lun didn't answer. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and sang in a clear voice: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road ..." At this time, all the villagers sang down-to-earth with Wang Lun's music.
Li Bai could no longer restrain his feelings and burst into tears. He adjusted his cloak, turned his head to one side and waved to the boatman. The ship slowly left. ...
"The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is over the mountain ..." The song continued. Li Bai looked at the folks on the shore and the deep peach blossom pool, as if thinking about something. ...
Wang Lun returned home, turned on the computer, and found an email "for Wang Lun" from Li Baifa:
Li Bai was just about to leave when he heard a farewell song from the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Wang Lun said to himself after reading it: "Brother Li is really a literary genius and a hero in poetry! How can I compare with him? "
6. The third grade composition imitates the spring day in two ancient poems, which is a vibrant season, and there is also spring in the poem. Let us feel the spring in the poem!
There is a breath of spring in the poem: "Wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow taller in the spring breeze." From this poem, I feel how powerful the vitality of grass is. Wherever the spring breeze blows, it is a vibrant scene. The same is true in life. It doesn't matter if you fall. The important thing is to wait for the opportunity and stand up again.
There is a rustle of spring rain in the poem: "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." From this sentence, I feel the value of spring rain. When the seeds drank the sweet rain, they began to sprout, and the farmer's uncle blossomed happily. Seize every drop of spring rain, seize the growth of life, just as we seize the opportunity and seize ourselves.
There are many colors of spring in the poem: "The flower of sunrise is better than fire, and the water on the riverside is as green as blue." Yes, the scenery in spring is beautiful, but some people can't observe it In fact, there are many beautiful things in life, and some are just the lack of eyes to find beauty. Only by careful observation can we find them.
There is spring in the poem: "Spring can't close the garden, and an apricot is out of the wall." Isn't this the prosperity of spring? We should do the same, don't just be satisfied with the narrow space, break through the difficulties and find new pleasures in life.
Poetry has many meanings, some of which can inspire us, and some of which can even be used for a lifetime. Let's explore and discover together!