Poetry composition 400 words 1 In the six years of primary school, I learned a lot of poetry. One day, when I was reading a poem, I found that it had many colors, just like a chameleon.
I have read many poems, and there are only seven colors in them: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. There are many poems written in red, such as "Red Palm Clears Waves", "Frost leaves are red in February" and "Sunrise River flowers are too red". Poems with yellow colors include "The new shoots turn yellow" and "Two orioles sing green willows", while poems with blue colors include "The Spring River is as green as blue" and poems with green colors include "Adding ducks to the shallow water".
Later, I also saw some poems describing colors, which didn't use words to express colors, such as "If the spring breeze comes, at night, it blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and "The grass color is near but not far". You see, the pear flowers in Blowing Open the Petals of Ten Thousand Pears are written in white, and the grass color in Grass Color is green. In addition, there is "you will love the bamboo in the new rain", where the bamboo is green, "and the mountain is gentle in the sunset", where the sunset is red, "the sky is gray, the wild, the wind blows, the cattle and sheep are low", which reads white sheep and green grassland.
After learning so many poems, I found that writing can also be done in this way. For example, when a person is happy, he can describe his happy appearance through his expression. If he is angry, he can write: His eyes are wide open, his nose is breathing heavily and his head seems to be on fire.
Poetry has brought us a lot of inspiration. Writing with the help of ancient methods can make our composition more beautiful and vivid.
The annual "June 1" party is coming, and the "poetry recital" held by our school is about to kick off. These days, many students and teachers are preparing their own manuscripts. I am also one of the reciters. This time, I also tried to write a poem describing the real life of rural people and feel the feeling of being a "little poet" once. Although my poems are not well written, I have great confidence in my works.
I have been looking forward to it for many days, and the day of "June 1" has finally arrived. Some students in our class have put on bright red scarves and are ready to attend the party. There are many chairs on the playground, and each chair is labeled with a serial number, just waiting for students and teachers to take their seats accordingly.
The host declared the party open. Everyone applauded warmly when each contestant performed on stage. After about twenty minutes, I went to our class to recite. First of all, Xiao Ming, the "treble" in the class, came on stage to recite his own poems. Everyone saw him happily taking the manuscript to the stage, and the teachers and students in the audience applauded warmly. This "treble" is not a hollow name. Sounds really like Hong Zhong. When he finished reading, the audience burst into stormy applause. Next, it's my turn. What a lot of pressure! I stood up with uneasy feelings, feeling that my legs were a little out of control. I read the manuscript in a trembling voice. Even so, it won applause from teachers and classmates.
After the "poetry recital", the students talked and laughed, and even imitated the performers to say a few words. They are all relishing the happiness and feelings brought by poetry. I like poetry recitation, which makes me realize the beauty contained in poetry.
Poetry is a civilized road in people's history, a friend who grew up with me, a shining star in the night sky, and that …
When I was a child, under the guidance of the kindergarten teacher, I read Goose, Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange, which was the first time I came into contact with poetry and read it. It was only in primary school that we really realized the charm of poetry. From "The shimmer at the foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frost?" From the author's yearning, to the beautiful scenery of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February", to the persistence of "falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers better", and finally to the silence of "people are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty"
Later, under the guidance of the teacher, we learned to understand and write poems. Although our writing is still a little rusty, we have made extra efforts. Since then, we have set up a writing class, which is very interesting. "Jing Tian Sha Qiu" makes us addicted, and every sentence is so intoxicating. Under our pens, we also began to smile. How distinctive "Spring Water Stars" is! The charm of poetry is something we always trust and admire.
Poetry, a cultural heritage, a cultural road, the most shining star in a culture that never dies.
Poetry composition 400 words 4 "Didn't you say that you will recite it when you are free?" Three or four groups! Missluan began to give orders to the "little soldiers" and the students "suddenly realized".
Hearing this, my flesh seems to be shaking and my nervousness comes to my mind. Alas, I seem to be nervous as soon as I go on stage! Alas, why is this? "Coming from the towering plateau, I am the snow lotus on the iceberg ..." "No way, I can only resign myself to fate!" I folded my hands and muttered silently. "This is the China boy!" The students gave them applause. Ah! It's our turn I grabbed the book angrily and ran to the platform.
"From the lofty plateau, I am the snow lotus on the iceberg." "Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves, I am a swallow in the sea breeze." I took a deep breath. "From the vast grassland, I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky." Yeah, that's good. "In grandma's song, I babbled, and the story of Nu Wa and Dayu lingered in my ears." I don't know why, my legs began to tremble, and I felt that the whole person was going to be paralyzed, which was caused by tension again! My heart is pounding like a fish out of water. My voice began to tremble a little imperceptibly. I don't know what happened to my head. I actually read "Wen" as "Wen" and "hip-hop". I heard the bustling laughter below and suddenly felt like I had a fever. After reading it, I returned to my seat without saying a word. I seem to feel thousands of eyes staring at me. I really want to get into a hole.
Alas, failure ...
One day last year, you were a woman.
Flat head, short hair, naughty face.
I had a hard day.
Find out the difference between you and those boys.
I forgot that your breasts are not big enough.
Or your hips aren't high enough.
In a word, you don't feel very good.
Clothes are always so awkward.
The appearance is always so simple.
I just want you to stay away from me, gogo.
Many people despise you as much as I do.
This has nothing to do with reason, just for fun.
I didn't expect you to suddenly disappear.
No reason, no news.
You left mysteriously.
There has been no trace since then.
The door of my memory is closed to you from now on.
Until, until the day you showed up.
The memory of the past was suddenly blocked.
You stand in front of me.
Makes me tremble for no reason.
Deja vu, but it's hard to remember.
What impressed me was your charming charm.
This made me open my nose.
Big mouth panting.
Ah, how can I?
Whose wonderful hand created a miracle?
Smiling and frowning, Dai Yu wrote it on her forehead.
Every move, the smell of Xiangyun fills you.
I like the story of the ugly duckling since I was a child.
Cinderella is the source of inspiration for every girl.
I can't tell you how much I love you.
The previous disdain has actually quietly passed away.
You are the queen.
I am willing to accept your complete rule.
I am willing to fall to the ground.
Be your slave without regrets.
Please don't despise me.
Please forgive me as blind as a bat.
But the world is not so shameless and snobbish.
I-I can't stay awake in front of you.
Your beauty is an absolute power.
You can take me there.
Whatever you do with it.
My existence has become meaningless.
My goddess
Now, you are my almighty god.
The sixth poem of 400 words brings a beautiful composition.
The composition reflects the wonderful life;
Composition produces a spark of inspiration;
The composition is full of passion of life.
Wonderful life has taught us to observe and think.
The spark of inspiration inspires us to pour out and make public;
The passion of life tells us to splash and burn.
-composition, so beautiful.
A long time ago,
The beautiful synthetic coat was taken off,
Dry and cold, so haggard.
The children drew back their enthusiastic hands,
A pair of frightened eyes,
Far away from her.
She was lonely, crying alone and her heart was shaking.
One day,
In a corner that will soon be forgotten,
A voice sounded from there—
The composition is bathed in sunlight,
Give her a beautiful cloud skirt.
So, we took action-
The flowing streets in the city, the green Yuan Ye in the countryside,
Birds are jumping on branches, boats are wandering on the lake,
Left our hearts.
The laughter in my heart erased the depression and sadness.
The clear sky in the eyes dispelled the clouds,
Happy, happy, moved,
This is the rainbow in our hearts.
Spread hope with hope,
Touch it and dye it,
Use enthusiasm to arouse enthusiasm,
Describe beauty with beauty.
-This is a composition.
Why do I become so depressed and struggling every day?
I don't want to live in pain anymore. I feel that I have changed a lot now.
Become very concerned about the women around you, very concerned about feelings,
I used to be very different from what I am now.
Now I can easily enter a sad and sad world.
Why is my life so bitter? Why do I love two women at the same time?
And these two women love me very much, and I really don't know who to choose now.
It breaks my heart to leave anyone. Who can help me and tell me what to do?
I hate this world. I hate why the world can't accept two women at the same time.
I really don't know what to do. I really don't want them to be sad because of me.
I know that feeling very well. I'd rather take all the responsibility myself.
I don't want them to get hurt at all. I really care about them.
But I can only choose one. I've thought a lot these days, and choosing any one person will do harm to another.
I thought about giving them up, letting me disappear in front of them and taking the time to forget them.
Let them find someone who can give them happiness, but I really can't bear to part with it.
I really love them, but I have to choose one.
Someone help me, give me a good way, thank you.