Only when you are in a similar situation, you suddenly think of a poem that you have already learned by heart and trigger the button of affection, can you truly appreciate the beauty of poetry. So some poems may last our whole lives, and we can't really understand them. This is what I call "luck that can't be met." And the basis of all this is that at least you "read".
In spring, when I saw the grass sprouting, I suddenly understood what "shallow grass can be without horseshoes", witnessed that "it is another year to blow the green east wind" and understood the truth that "the spring breeze has the strength to attract the ancient city wall". In summer, enjoying the cool by Gongwangfu Lake, watching the lotus leaves in the pool turn up layers of blue waves at the beginning of the wind, I know what "lotus leaves are infinitely green" and what "Yuanyang keeps rain" means. In autumn, when the sky is high and the clouds are light, the cool breeze suddenly rises and leaves fall all over the ground, we know what "the grass and trees shake off into frost" and what "a wild goose returns to Wan Li to be cold". In winter, the cold wind blows hard, everything is bleak, and it snows vigorously. I know what "cold cherry blossoms are wild flowers" and what "clouds coagulate to stop water and fish dragons sting".
When you are waiting for your sweetheart on a date, you know what "knocking a chess piece and falling into snuff" means. When you are lonely, you know what "there is a shadow in front of the knee lamp" and when you are sad, "I don't believe there are bald heads in the world." When you are happy, "see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day". When you join hands, "know each other and enjoy each other." When breaking up, "Langschrufo had no intention".
When you see a rain, you will think of a boat crossing in the field and a broken willow in the song; Think of apricot flowers in the deep alley of Changting night; Thinking of mountains and mountains, water is bright; I think of the maple bridge at dusk and hang down the curtains. When you see lakes and mountains, you will think of mountains and cold trees, and apes will cry endlessly; Think of rain or shine, never complain about cypress; He Ting Zhu Fu, crimson and refuting color; Think about water and misty rain.
I have answered a question before: What is the saddest poem you have ever read? I don't know how to put pen to paper, but when I was lovelorn, I suddenly remembered that the answer was already in my heart-the last sentence of a poem "Snow White Farewell to the Field"-and then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. The mark left by that man in my life is still vivid, and there is an indelible mark everywhere I go. The evidence that that person came to your life is everywhere, and you are everywhere, but I can't find you anywhere. What a sad thing it is.
I think the significance of letting children read ancient poems from an early age is nothing more than this. I will tell you what the world is like in my eyes, and I will tell you what the world is like in the eyes of the ancients. You can agree or scoff. You need to understand the beauty of "* * *" first.