To write a composition about the growth of ancient poetry, we must first understand the ancient poetry, its meaning and its background. Then write your feelings about this poem, and the life enlightenment caused by it.
Example: Ancient poems grew up with me (excerpted from the perfect composition network)
When I was a child, I would only read "so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already? ..." with my mother, just because it was catchy, but I couldn't feel the poet's feelings of missing his hometown. Now, when I grow up, I will realize the poet's sad mood because of his lonely journey from "frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping"; I can also feel from "where is my wife and my son? Little sorrow on their face., yet crazily I pack my books and poems" that the poet was ecstatic at the recovery of Jibei ... Ancient poems grew up with me.
I have recited everything from Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night to Ye Shaoweng's Worth Visiting the Garden. When I was a child, every time I read Li Bai's A Journey to the Moon in Gulang, I would interrupt my reading aloud, imagining Chang 'e, osmanthus tree and moon rabbit on the moon, imagining how Chang 'e played with the moon rabbit, how the moon rabbit worked, when the osmanthus tree bloomed, and the flowers were as colorful and dazzling as ours ... Then, I would pester my mother to tell me the story of the moon; When I was a little older, I knew that there was no life on the moon, which was just people's fantasy. I followed the teacher to read ancient poems in an exemplary way and felt the poet's feelings, but I didn't fully understand them. Now, I have grown up, because I liked ancient poems when I was young, and I have recited a few poems. In the subtle influence, some poems will appear from time to time in my articles. When I am free, I will stay in my small room, find the most comfortable posture, sit in a chair and read the poems written by poets to express my feelings. I will naturally feel the poet's feelings and learn a lot: from the "perseverance after thousands of blows, let the east, west, north and south wind", I have learned that no matter how hard the road ahead is, we must go on bravely and not be knocked down by difficulties; From "Who knows, every grain of food is hard", I feel that the farmer's uncle grows crops with his own hard work and sweat. If we waste food, how sorry we are to the farmer's uncle ... < P > Time is passing rapidly. It seems that it is only a blink of an eye from a newborn baby to a lively and cheerful girl now. Time has changed me and others, but the only thing that can't be changed is my love for ancient poems.