One of my favorite ancient poems is long lines. This poem is a famous song of Han Yuefu, and I can recite it completely up to now:
Kwai in the green garden, exposed to the sun;
In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant;
I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither;
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
The meaning of this poem is: on the green vegetables, crystal dew is waiting for the sunshine ... If you don't work hard when you are young, you will only be sad in vain when you are old. Advise people to cherish time, work hard while it is early, and don't wait until they are old to sigh.
I remember a man named Baudelaire in France said, "Time sucks up our lives. This shadowless enemy eats our hearts, sucks up our blood and fattens our brains." Yes! Time is like running water, gone forever. But many people don't cherish time and let it fly. I also want to study hard now, watch less TV and read more books. Study hard, have fun and improve efficiency. Happy growth, learning progress is what I want! Learn from our ancestors and be a useful person.
"Long Songs" is my favorite poem, and it is also my most unforgettable poem, my most inspired poem!
Chapter 2: One of my favorite poems.
My favorite poem My favorite poem I learned countless ancient poems and poems from birth to the sixth grade of primary school.
But among the poems I have studied, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is my favorite. Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a stranger who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child. The loving mother sewed clothes for her son who went out with a needle and thread in her hand. She was afraid that her son would not come back after going out for too long, so she sewed the stitches tightly so that the clothes would not go bad easily.
Who can say that a child's grass-like heart can repay a mother's love as heavy as the sunshine in spring! This poem will always come to my mind inadvertently. Every time I think of this poem, I will feel the selflessness and broadness of maternal love. My mother's contribution is not asking for a return, but from the love of flesh and blood.
Chapter 3: A poem I like.
"Compassion for farmers" is one of my favorite poems. The main content is: weeding is at noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? This poem taught me to cherish food!
After reading this poem, I feel exactly the same as the author. The author told us not to waste food, and every poem told us.
I also know that we should cherish food and never waste any food, because farmers' uncles are very tired, and every grain of rice we eat contains their labor and hard work. If it is wasted, it is equivalent to throwing away the labor and hard work of the farmer's uncle. So we can't waste food, and it's not easy for mom and dad to make money. Those rice and food were bought by mom and dad with money. If you don't cherish food, it is equivalent to throwing away mom and dad's hard-earned money without hesitation.
This poem makes me know that cherishing food means cherishing other people's labor. I hope you can cherish food, too!
Chapter Four: One of my favorite poems.
From my birth to the sixth grade of primary school, I have learned countless ancient poems and poems. But among the poems I have studied, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is my favorite.
Deep maternal love bathes children all the time. However, for Meng Jiao, a stranger who has been displaced all the year round, the most unforgettable moment is the painful moment of separation between mother and child.
The loving mother sewed clothes for her son who went out with a needle and thread in her hand. She was afraid that her son would not come back after going out for too long, so she sewed the stitches tightly so that the clothes would not go bad easily. Who can say that a child's grass-like heart can repay a mother's love as heavy as the sunshine in spring!
This poem will always come to my mind inadvertently. Every time I think of this poem, I will feel the selflessness and broadness of maternal love. My mother's contribution is not asking for a return, but from the love of flesh and blood.
Chapter 5: My favorite poem.
"Asserting that Qingshan does not relax, the roots are broken.
Although it has been tempered, it is still strong, and there are winds in the east, west, north and south. "
This is a famous poem written by Zheng Xie-Bamboo Stone. This poem is my favorite. Because it aroused my fighting spirit and confidence in life. Why do you say that? Here's a little story.
It happened when I was five years old. On an ordinary winter day, as usual, I dropped my schoolbag after school and ran to ride a bike. I rode a bike with another little friend and had a good time! Just as we were having fun, the disaster came to me quietly. I galloped forward on my bike. One didn't pay attention, so he had a "close contact" with a big stone lying in front. What a terrible fall! The pain made me roll. My skin was scratched by gravel in several places, and bright red blood oozed from my skin, which almost made me a "silly goose". Frightened, the partner ran to call his mother. My mother sent me to the central hospital at once. As soon as the doctor examined me, he said that my sacrum was broken. But nothing serious. After a few days' rest in bed, you can take a walk in the field. I stayed in bed for a few days. I lay motionless, bored to death. I opened 300 Tang poems and saw the poem "Bamboo Stone", which rekindled my confidence in life. Because of my good attitude, the crack in my sacrum healed quickly.
Now, do you know why I like bamboo stones?