On the cover of "One Poetry a Day, Spring", these six slim and lively cursive scripts were written by calligrapher Zhou Huijun, so it is no wonder that their charm is extraordinary. The book is not thick, five centimeters thin, with a light green cover and a few sketches of bluegrass, which is extremely elegant. There are 965,438+0 Haruka songs in the book, including 65,438+0 songs in1October and 365,438+0 songs in March every year. However, when I read these loving songs in my childhood, I was as yellow as a hundred pages in the book, even too fragile to touch.
The first ancient poem is "Haruka" in Yuefu poetry: "The flowers in the spring forest are more charming, the birds in the spring are more sad, and the spring breeze is affectionate, blowing me off." When I was young, I liked the beautiful and magnificent style of writing, but when I was old, I found that ancient folk songs used very simple sentences to express profound thoughts. For example, in the nineteen ancient poems of the Southern Dynasties, "Go again, live away from your husband" and "live away with one heart and die of sorrow", then the fluent poem expresses the most tender feelings between men and women. Haruka is no exception. Every sentence is colloquial, and "the spring breeze is affectionate, blowing me out" gives people a warm feeling of early spring.
Reading an ancient poem in spring, I am reliving my childhood. "There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River to send you a spring", "Peach blossoms are three or two outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet warms the river", "Sensing the east wind, it is always spring, and it is always color" ... I clearly remember how the primary school teacher taught us to read these ancient poems word by word, and how we recited them with immature voices. China people's initial understanding of the world often comes from these classical poems. When willows sprout, we will think of "the spring breeze in February is like scissors"; When plum blossoms are in full bloom, we will think of "the fragrance of the moon"; Even when you are dancing, you will think of "turning into spring mud to protect flowers" ...
I have lived in the city since I was a child, and reading pastoral poetry when I was a child was just an imaginary beauty. Now I look at pastoral poetry, but I don't feel it. In "An Ancient Poem on Spring Day", the poem Sunrise in the Suburb on February 2 by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Tingjue said: "There are orioles in the north and south of the smoke village, and purple swallows in the heights of the wheat ridge", which makes me very relaxed and happy. In the hustle and bustle of the city, we are trapped in secular affairs. In front of us are high-rise buildings, traffic and colorful, while Yancun, Orioles, Long Mai and Yanzi seem to be far away from our sight. My heart is jumping in ancient poems, and I find myself so indifferent and quiet in pastoral poems.
Looking through "One Ancient Poetry a Day, Spring", I came across an ancient poem I copied, namely Cui Hu's "Tited South Village": "Last year today, at this gate, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. " I think it must be the love story that Cuihu missed a peach-faced girl that touched me. That's why I wrote this poem in crooked words when I was eight or nine years old. I don't know why, the book "A Spring of Ancient Poetry" didn't include Cui Hu's "The Title City is the South Village".
"Bird's nest muddy water, herring sound in the rain. "Reading ancient poems while enjoying spring is like" peach blossoms have flown away, and there is another world that is not human ". (Joe)
Spring is the most beautiful season. Flowers are blooming, plants are sprouting and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, all of which describe the beauty of spring. When I opened the ancient poetry books again and again, I found that the spring written by the poet was around us.
In Meng Haoran's pen, the singing of happy birds is the song of spring; In Zhang's eyes, peach blossom, flowing water and mandarin fish have become the protagonists of spring; In He's works, the spring breeze is like a pair of scissors, cutting out young leaves and pruning a jasper-like trunk; In Bai Juyi's mind, spring is a river as green as blue and a wild flower by the river; In Gao Ding's poems, spring is a lively and naive child. After school, they fly kites. Their vigorous energy, strong spring breeze and bright smiles show that the earth is full of spring scenery.
These colorful poems all depict charming spring. However, after careful tasting, the connotation of spring in their works is different. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" and "Now I remember that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded" show his cherish and love for spring. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" spares no effort to describe the singing birds, green trees, safflower, water town and mango thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River ... But these spring elements are already the glory of the past, just like passing clouds, "Four hundred and eighty temples in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy", and those stories and regrets are embarrassing. In Memory of Jiangnan, Bai Juyi expressed his love for Jiangnan where he lived. Yes! Spring is beautiful, and the spring in my hometown is always the most outstanding!
This is the radiant spring in poetry, concise summary, catchy rhythm and rich artistic conception, which fascinates me. Whenever I recite these ancient poems, I feel immersed in a romantic sea of flowers. This is the fun of learning, and this is the ocean of knowledge! I am constantly exploring, discovering and growing in this ocean. I want to go up a flight of stairs!