The World of Poetry Composition Part 1
The moonlight is like a string. The sound of the strings cannot tell the ancient mottled past of the vicissitudes of life; the sound of the strings cannot tell the story of the immortal lives of generations after a few strokes in a thousand-year history book.
The moonlight is like a string. The sound of the strings is full of attachment and persistence; the sounds of the strings are all shadows of tranquility and harmony, silent history and memory. What I saw was vaguely the mysterious, bright and indifferent Qingyue that was fascinating thousands of years ago.
The moonlight is like a string. In the moonlight, there are only me and Yue.
Looking up at the night sky, it is deep, ancient, and profound, just like the bright moon in the sky.
So, in the moonlight, I saw the shadow of the moon thousands of years ago, and the tranquility.
Under the moon, Li Bai once said, "Toast a glass to invite the bright moon, and look at the shadow." Su Shi had the sobriety and open-mindedness of "people have joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes", and the tenderness and concern of "I hope people will live long, and thousands of miles away from the beauty of the moon" - express feelings Yu Yue is devoted to the mountains and rivers, and her heart is full of loneliness and longing. In the moonlight, there was also Jia Yi's feeling of serving the country and the people, "It's pitiful to sit in front of the table in the middle of the night, not asking about the common people or ghosts and gods." Under the moonlight, there is also Wang Anshi's lovesickness when traveling in the countryside, "the moon is missing, the moon is dim and the leakage is still young, and a lamp shines to illuminate the autumn bed".
Under the moon, what I see is a world that only belongs to poets.
The moon is the moon in the poet's world, and under the moon is a world that only belongs to the poet.
The moon in the poet's world is always full of indifference and tranquility, and the poet's world is full of harmony and tranquility.
Under the moonlight, I entered the world of a poet.
"The whole world is turbulent, but I am alone pure" is Qu Yuan's arrogance and unyielding; "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence" is Tao Yuanming's leisure and indifference; "looking up to the sky and laughing and going out" is Li Bai's ambition and pride.
Once at a river mouth, the emperor asked a monk: How many boats are there in the river?
The monk said: "Two: one is fame, the other is profit."
But the poet has no disdain for fame and fortune in his world. Deep in the poet's heart and bone marrow, there is always There is a sense of arrogance: a sense of being able to see through the mundane world, a sense of magnificence like "going to the east and sweeping away all the waves", a pursuit of "I am born with talent that must be useful", and a responsibility that "can pull an eagle's bow like the full moon" , patriotism and love for the people, the tenderness of "the west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers".
The poet's world is full of tranquility.
The moon is still the same as it was thousands of years ago.
It’s just that the tranquility and harmony are missing.
The moon is just a moon.
The river is full of waves and flows into the distance forever. I hope we can follow the river and enter the world of poets thousands of years ago - looking for that tranquility! The World of Poetry Essay 2
The Tang Dynasty emitted a dazzling light, shining in the long river of history, like a star shining in the dark night sky. The Tang Dynasty was a prosperous and unique era, and Tang poetry was even more popular among people. Forever in my heart.
Whenever I see the full moon with pale yellow light embedded in the blue-black night in the sky. "Emei Mountain's half-moon autumn" entered my mind, "The moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, and the people of the long march of thousands of miles have not yet returned." It led me to the frontier wrapped in the bleak cold wind, and "The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon "Ming", "The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time" is constantly telling his sad mood through the bright moon...
Outside the window, crystal raindrops fell from the horizon, beating and beating on the glass. , "pat pat, dong dong" listening to the whisper of the raindrops reminds me of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". When the continuous rain shrouds the streets in gray gauze, it seems as if I can hear Du Mu whispering, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying." I also experienced the leisurely feeling of "there are one or two roosters crowing in the rain, and the Banqiao on the road in Zhuxi Village is slanted". When the sound of showers of rain spreads the cold air to the earth, the sadness of "the cold rain comes to Wu at night, and I see off the guests in Chushan in the morning" is helplessly displayed before my eyes...
When the bleak wind blows When the fallen leaves are moving and the figure of early autumn appears under the withered flowers, you will think of, "Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a book with great meaning". I will also think of the young Zhang Ji riding a boat outside Hanshan Temple and whispering "Moon Moon". The sky is filled with falling crows and frost, and the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy." At the same time, it can also be seen that Du Fu sighed with sadness and desolation, "A sad autumn is a frequent guest for thousands of miles, and a man who has been sick for a hundred years appears alone on the stage." This cold and bleak season is full of sadness and parting. Countless poets have left their footprints, and countless people have walked through it in tears, telling their sorrows to the earth through poems.
When standing on the top of the mountain, looking through the green leaves at the city bathed in sunshine under the blue sky, looking at the pictures of tall buildings, and watching the tiny moving people on the streets. silhouette. I can think of Du Fu's "I will stand at the top and see all the small mountains at a glance", and I can also feel that "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain". I should look at the green mountain standing on the earth from a distance. In the shadow of the mountain, I seem to hear Li Bai singing "The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds." This tall mountain range has left many poets sighing.
After a long period of time, Tang poetry has been passed down from generation to generation among people. It records the appearance of history, the joys and sorrows of the poets, and also records the splendid culture of the Chinese nation.
The World of Poetry Composition Part 3
During the harvest season, some voles collect rice and some collect vegetables, but Frederick is immersed in collecting sunshine, colors and stories. Some voles laughed at his work, but when winter came, it was what Frederick did that made everyone feel warm and energetic. Such a happy and poetic fairy tale also reflects a severe social reality. More and more people forget about their own lives and plunge into the endless disputes about work, career and interests.
Wang Xiaobo once wrote in his book: It is not enough for a person to have this life, he also needs a poetic world. Just like the field mouse that collects sunshine, colors and stories, at first everything it does is not appreciated. But in the dark cave, it was what he did that brought sunshine and warmth to others, and brought a poetic world to others. What he brought to others was spiritual enjoyment, not material abundance. The poetic world he created enriched the hearts of others and sublimated their souls.
Looking at our current society, how many of us live like those field mice who laughed at Frederick? In the era of rapid development and fast-paced life, more and more people are pursuing "higher, faster and stronger" and pursuing a dizzying array of material things and money. They jump into the pursuit of material things and forget about those people under the sky. Subtle beauty, they attach too much importance to the material things in life and ignore the spirit which is more valuable than the material things.
A person with an empty spirit, even if he has a lot of money, can he live a more interesting life? How does he know the melancholy of "The old smoke causes people to worry", how does he know the farewell mood of "drunk and bid farewell to the west building, will you wake up and remember", how does he know the leisurely and leisurely mood of "how does the moon fade and the sky grow old?" Is it the feeling that "life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler"? Such a person's life is so boring, and his world is no longer complete and full due to spiritual emptiness.
We all need a poetic world. This does not mean that you have to give up your job to pursue romance, but this poetic world can enrich your soul and let go of the worries and fatigue of your life. Let you have a more comprehensive understanding and thinking about life and the world. The poetic world only requires you to put down your tense nerves, read some meaningful books, and carefully explore the things around you with the eye to discover beauty. You will discover many subtle and beautiful touches that you have ignored.
We spread our wings and fly in this poetic world, placing the infinite clear sky and stars in our hearts. The World of Poetry Composition Chapter 4
Tang poetry and Song lyrics, two dreamlike practices, have shed the most beautiful splendor in the long history of China for thousands of years, becoming the two most splendid practices in the sky of Chinese history. rainbow.
Wandering in a small stream in the long river, the face of Song Ci is like a fleeting glance, a startling glance; while the Tang poetry is majestic and majestic, like a painting filled with colors. Picture scroll, my heart moves unconsciously.
When the night is quiet and quiet, I like to read "Tang Poems" while sipping tea, and occasionally fill in a few poems in an artful way. Reciting "Tang Poems" carefully, it feels like communicating with the ancients thousands of years ago in poetry.
"You can rest in the spring fragrance at will, and the kings and grandsons can keep it"
Wang Mojie, who has long and graceful clothes, yearns for the pastoral life most in his life. He likes "the bright moon shining among the pines, the clear spring and the stone" "Superior", Su Shi once praised him: "When you chant Mojie's poems, there are paintings within the poems; when you observe Mojie's poems, there are poems within the paintings." Indeed, if you savor "Xianju Qiu Ming" carefully, you can feel it. A charming scene in the mountains at dusk after autumn rain.
"The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is destroyed."
What heroic and aspirational words were written by the poet Wang Jiangning, the emperor's son - the poet Wang Changling. "Qinghai is covered by long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks into the distance at Yumen Pass." This reflects the long time spent guarding the border, the frequency of wars, the arduousness of the battles, and the desolation of the border areas. This life is so lonely and difficult, but the soldiers resolutely promised to "never return Loulan until it is destroyed" and vowed to defend the country and kill the enemy to the death. I can't help but admire it.
"This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time"
The sorrow from thousands of years ago came out through the paper. How much emotion does it take to write a "Jin Se" ? Liu Sanbian was passionate, Su Dongpo was dedicated, Yuan Zhen was infatuated, but those who are passionate, what I have seen in my life, are only profound. The quiet heart is not only hurt by separation, but the deepest love is only for Li Shangyin. The word "affectionate" is the characteristic of Yishan poetry. He expresses his longing for his late wife with the words "When the mother-in-law cuts the candle on the west window, but talks about the rainy night in Bashan". He melancholy sings "I don't have the colorful phoenix flying wings in my body, but I have a clear understanding in my heart". Life is like a dream. Through the yellowed pages, it seems that you can see the lonely Li Shangyin sitting in front of the window thousands of years ago and whispering: "It's useless to be similar in a straight way, but melancholy is pure madness."
Life is ten percent, ten percent of life, one third turns into sword energy, seven points turns into moonlight, and when Taibai spits out his beautiful words, he becomes half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Tang poems are filled with the poets’ true feelings between the lines. The scholarly atmosphere emanating from the words is deep in one's heart, and the beauty emanating from the words will never fade away.
The Tang Dynasty was a dynasty of poetry. It was the world of poetry, which contained complex emotions of leisure, tragedy, sadness...
The World of Poetry Composition Part 5
Some people say that every child is a poet in terms of his talent. And I want to say that there is poetry everywhere in life, poetry is everywhere. ——Inscription
I remember that when I was a child, I was a frail and sick child. I couldn’t play around like other children, so I read at home all day long. As he grew older, he developed a strong interest in poetry and captured the light and shadow of poetry in his life.
In spring, the most vivid thing in my memory is the pattering of light rain. The bright white threads are like cow hair, filaments, and flower needles. Farmers call them "spring rain is as precious as oil." Yes, this is a time of year full of vitality. At this time, we can't help but think of Lao Du's poem "Spring leeks are cut in the night rain", which makes people feel very refreshing.
On a furnace-like summer day, cicadas chirp and frog drums chirp, the gentle breeze blowing in the evening sweeps away the sultry heat of the day, and a few sparse stars dot the dark blue and quiet sky. At this time, I couldn't help but recite Xin Qiji's poem about being close to nature, "The bright moon leaves the branches and the magpies are frightened, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and two or three rains in front of the mountain." I can't help but feel that poetry is related to nature and life. Integrated.
The autumn wind is coming, and the impatient leaves have changed into warm-colored clothes. The sun casts mottled light and shadow through the gaps in the woods. The maple leaves on the trees are dyed by the autumn frost and exude their scorching glory. With the light, you can fully enjoy the ultimate beauty in your eyes: "Stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers".
In the harsh winter, heavy snow like goose feathers suddenly fell on a full moon night, "nothing like catkins blowing up in the wind." When I woke up early in the morning and opened the door, my eyes suddenly lit up. Traces of snow could be seen everywhere on the eaves and in the courtyard. Smelling its breath, my nose felt a little numb, and the breath I exhaled turned into white air and dissipated in the wind. The dusty branches on the locust tree, which looked like wearing a worn-out cotton-padded jacket, were now covered in silver due to the falling snow. Among them, the melted parts had been frozen into ice crystals, like a jade puzzle with pink makeup. , It’s really beautiful. As Cen Shen said, “Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.” It’s really good.
There are poems everywhere in life. When I am frustrated, Li Bai's "There will be times when the wind breaks the waves, and I will hang my sails directly across the sea" to accompany me forward; when I sit around and have nothing to do, I will savor Zhao Shixiu's "There will be times when I am frustrated." If you can't make an appointment, you can enjoy the leisurely mood of "playing chess pieces and letting the lights fall in the middle of the night"; when reading at night by candlelight, you can feel Xin Qiji's unrealized ambitions of "being drunk and reading the sword by the light of the lamp, and dreaming of blowing the trumpet company".
Li Shimin once said: "Using history as a mirror, you can straighten your clothes and hats", and I want to say: "Using poetry as a mirror, you can clarify your mind." There is poetry everywhere in life. As long as you are willing to discover it, a beautiful picture will be displayed in front of your eyes. The World of Poetry Composition Part 6
The setting sun is like blood, spreading red light. Catkins as white as snow floated over, turning them red. The setting sun was half-set, and a shadow formed on the river. The river outside the shadow was dyed blood red by the sunset. The willow branches are slender, and the orioles are singing like weaving.
How beautiful the world is!
Opening a book of poetry, a world more beautiful than reality came to me from the pages of the book, and I was immersed in it.
At this moment, I can't help but be intoxicated in the beautiful and magnificent landscape of poetry, and gradually lose myself, while the blood red of the sunset becomes more and more intense...
Immersed in the world of poetry, I forgot what evening it was, myself and my previous life...
In a daze, I walked into the pages of the book, rode a green donkey, and walked on the road. The red light from the setting sun shone through. Over the treetops, speckled shots hit the ground. I wanted to find someone to ask for directions, but I saw a child with unkempt hair learning to fish. I pushed aside the grass and walked up to him to ask for directions, but he shook his head slightly, probably because he was afraid that I would disturb his fish hook. Fish it.
I just walked forward aimlessly. A gust of wind blew by, and I smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms and the unique moist and clear smell of pond water. I saw two people, one wearing a green shirt and a turban, sitting on the boat. The waves below the boat are sparkling, and the floating light is golden. There was a man standing on the shore, dressed as a farmer, reluctantly waving to the people on the boat. Suddenly, he began to sing an ancient and desolate farewell song to the beat. The people on the boat stood up and recited word by word: "The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me."
I continued to walk forward, but before I knew it, dark clouds were gathering, and I looked I saw a battlefield in the distance, and a ray of sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the armor of the soldiers, emitting a dazzling golden light, making the dull picture jump out of a "highlight", revealing a trace of tragedy. gas. The desolate horns stirred in the chilling autumn wind, the dusk was dim, and the blood of the dead dyed the battlefield black and purple. The surviving soldiers shouted: "Report your favor on the golden platform, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!"
I avoided the battlefield, walked forward, and came to a small village. A man was borrowing a Drinking wine relieves sorrow, but without thinking about it, it makes me more sorrowful. Several years later, it was still a small village. There was a man who couldn't sleep no matter what. He turned on the lamp and looked at his sword again when he was already drunk. I also saw a child's finger pointing in the direction of Xinghua Village in the rain. That finger pointed to a thousand years...
The world is reincarnating, spring grows in winter, flowers bloom and fall, Grass withers and grass grows, everything is reincarnated, only poetry will bloom more brilliantly in reincarnation, and I hope that someone can understand it after a thousand years.
I shuddered and came to my senses, only to find that the bloody sunset had already set. The World of Poetry Composition Chapter 7
Sitting quietly on the bed, holding a book, dyed with the fragrance of ink, letting the falling flowers fall in front of the window, the birds fell beside me, climbed onto my knees, Take a look at the poems.
Read the tranquility of the moonlight, read the neighing of the war horses, wander between the lines, and pick up the joys and sorrows of the world.
I was sitting on the fisherman's boat, and the white world came to me. There are mountains in front of us, but not a single bird is seen. This place is as beautiful as a fairyland, but there are no human beings. In the vast river, only this small boat floats endlessly. An old man, wearing a raincoat, sitting cross-legged on the bow of the boat, holding a fishing rod, closed his weather-beaten eyes, straightened his back, and refused to succumb to nature, leaving behind a trace of vicissitudes of life. What he is fishing for is not fish, but fate.
I stood upstairs, and the green mountains were rolling up and down, like a giant dragon roaring up to the sky, and a round sun slowly setting west on the green mountains. The Yellow River at the foot of the mountain gallops into the sea like thousands of horses. If you want to see more, you have to go up a level.
When I read "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival", it is a different kind of scenery. During the Qingming Festival, rain falls on the world, weaving a thread of sadness in the hearts of tourists who miss their old friends. My heart is as troubled as rain, and it is like an abacus that is moving like hemp. At this time, a shepherd boy rode an ox slowly in the rain. The shepherd boy looks very handsome, as if he had stepped out of a painting. I walked up quickly and asked the shepherd boy where the restaurant was. The shepherd boy pointed into the distance with his hand, and I looked along his hand. In the rain and mist, an apricot-yellow flag was clearly visible, swaying in the wind, with the words "Xinghua Village" embroidered on it.
There is a story behind every poem. Only when you are completely immersed in this world can you feel the poet's mood at that time.
Together with Li Bai, "Look up to the sky and laugh loudly and go out. How can we be a basil people?" Together with Du Fu, "I sleep in spring without waking up to dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere." Enjoy the "Tiantian Lotus" beside the West Lake in June The leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red when reflecting the sun."
The sun climbs onto my knees, and it also wants to read the ancient poem in my hand. The flowers fall gently, and the little bits of red are particularly eye-catching among the branches. It wasn't until the birds flew away that I noticed the emptiness. And it seems that I need some emptiness. Lower your eyes and close the window gently.
I am addicted to reading between the lines, reading the lonely smoke in the desert and the bells of the maple bridge. The World of Poetry Composition Part 8
Traveling in the world of poetry, wandering on the corridor of poetry, I am spiritually clear!
——Inscription
Poetry is like a clear spring, gently rippling in my heart...
"Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain. "When I was young, I didn't have a natural tendency to cater to the world. I loved mountains, rivers and nature by nature. Living in a life of indulgence and extravagance was not the life that Mr. Wu Liu dreamed of. Why let yourself be suffocated by material desires? It is better to retreat to the countryside, pick autumn chrysanthemums and smell them, letting the fragrance linger in your heart and wash away the filth of the world. Every time I read this poem, I feel like the bright moon is in the sky and the breeze is blowing on my face. Tao Yuanming's tranquility really fascinated me. Let those people in the world look up and see the quiet Nanshan Mountain accidentally!
"An Neng bends his eyebrows and bends his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!" Li Taibai is so free and easy! He resolutely left the royal family with "gold and jade outside, but ruins inside", bid farewell to the cunning and cunning Chang'an, and began a wandering life centered on Donglu and Liangyuan. There is no intrigue, no gossip, how comfortable and carefree! "The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will exchange for the fine wine, and we will banish the eternal sorrow with you!" The poet raised his glass and looked around. He saw the vast river stretching across the Central Plains, rising into the sky in the west, and pouring into the sea in the east. It was unstoppable. Facing the vast universe, the poet vented his pent-up resentment and washed out a new world with strong liquor. His soul has turned into a pure green lotus, blooming among the green mountains and beautiful waters.
"It's all over, let's count the famous figures, but let's look at the present." Things have changed, and in 1936, the great man Mao Zedong stood on the thousands of miles of frozen northern plateau, speaking out heroically towards the infinitely beautiful rivers and mountains. The cry. The poet injected his broad sentiments into the poems and created a poem that will last forever. I can appreciate his extraordinary wisdom and extraordinary courage, and feel his firm confidence in the rejuvenation of the nation and his infinite loyalty to the motherland! Reading it makes people excited and excited!
Poetry is the quiet autumn chrysanthemums, the elegant clouds, the light snowflakes... Poetry is the rhythm of precipitation and the wisdom of crystallization.
With a beautiful poetic heart, a pure dream, and looking up at the blue sky, I will sing all the way. The World of Poetry Composition Part 9
For many students, appreciation of ancient poetry and selected classical Chinese texts seem to be difficult points in the exam. But to me, they are not so much "enemies" as they are friends we have never understood, because I am willing to walk into them and into that "paradise" sealed by history.
Once upon a time, I gradually fell in love with ancient poetry. Under the guidance of my parents, I can recite many ancient poems, but they always seem to be just words. I can’t remember when, those mysterious words that were always in the clouds and unclear, seemed to gently open my heart to me, and opened the door to their world.
Although it was just the tip of the iceberg, I did get a glimpse of the beautiful scenery on the other side. I began to greedily expand my horizons in various ways. From books to TV shows, anything related to ancient poetry would attract my attention.
Finally, I entered the wonderful world of ancient poetry. There, I got to know the unappreciated Li Bai, the caring Du Fu, the ambitious Xin Qiji, the graceful and delicate Li Qingzhao... Every line of their poems and every line made me obsessed, and I gradually became intoxicated, and I didn't know where to go. . There, I experienced the lofty mountains, the lonely smoke in the desert, and visited the Fenghuo Border Pass and the misty Jiangnan. Gradually, I changed from knowing nothing about ancient poetry to being able to understand the meaning of the text, and to understand the emotions of the poets.
Now, I regard ancient poetry as a part of my life. When I have nothing to do, walking on the road and reciting a few poems, my mind will fly into another world, chatting and laughing with the ancients. In the examination room, if you read classical Chinese a few times, each story will appear before your eyes like a slide. When reading the poems to be appreciated, the picture of the poet writing becomes extremely clear, as if he experienced it personally. This is a song with words that only I can hear.
The world of ancient poetry is not out of reach. As long as you are willing to open that door, it will definitely bring you an unprecedented wonderful experience.