Under the moonlight in the dead of night, soak in a cup of strong fragrant tea, relax your busy mind all day long, and slowly immerse yourself in the world of ancient poetry. Here I would like to share with you some information about ancient poetry handwritten newspapers , for your reference.
Handwritten newspaper of ancient poetry 1
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Chinese culture is vast and profound, and I especially love ancient poetry. Ancient poems may be cheerful or sad, beautiful or sweet. The first time I came into contact with the ancient poem "Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." In this way, the sweet spring of this poem slowly flowed into my heart.
The taste of poetry is pleasant. "A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and some new swallows are pecking at the spring mud." It's a scene full of vitality in early spring. I seem to have heard the cooing of the oriole and the soft whisper of the swallow. From it, I realized Bai Juyi’s love for nature and his sincere joy. This emotion also infected me, and I fell in love with the beautiful early spring and this vibrant picture.
The taste of poetry is sad. "I asked you how much sorrow you have. It's just like a river of spring water flowing eastward." The endless sadness as broad as a river surrounded me. Li Yu was the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, but he became a prisoner. How could he not worry? Could he not worry? I think he must be in great pain. If he is not a monarch, he must be a talented man. What a pity he was born in an emperor's family! I can't help but feel sorry for this fallen star, God is jealous of talents!
The taste of poetry is warm. "The water of Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me." The water of Peach Blossom Pond, which is a thousand feet deep, cannot equal the love of friendship. How warm and deep should this be? I sincerely long for this kind of friendship, which is indestructible and touching. Having two close friends in this life is enough.
The taste of poetry is melancholy. "The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is springy with deep vegetation." Du Fu, who had suffered from war, saw the people displaced, their homes in dilapidated condition, and the country like leaves swaying in the wind. How sad and melancholy he must have been. The Anshi Rebellion made him even older. Hey, war always makes the people suffer. Why don't the rulers think about the people? How pitiful is Du Fu who is worried about the country and the people?
The taste of poetry is open-minded. "I wish you a long life, thousands of miles away from me." Su Shi tasted the pain of missing his family, and while admiring the deserted moonlight alone, he did not complain. Instead, he expressed his blessings to the people of the world, with such a broad mind. This kind of courage is not something everyone can achieve. I also want to learn from him to make myself more fulfilling and perfect.
The taste of poetry is diverse. As my knowledge grows, I taste the flavor of many poems. Poetry is like my shadow, accompanying me through many springs, summers, autumns and winters. I was fascinated by the poet's extraordinary writing style and moved by their feelings. I also learned a lot from it. I have learned to be strong, confident, optimistic, open-minded, and honest...
In the future of my life, I will definitely taste more poetry, learn more from it, and step out of my own uniqueness road.
Ancient Poetry Handwritten Newspaper 2
Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." This is indeed the case. But I can also gain a lot from our ancient poetry. Poetry is refreshing my life.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring." "Autumn Poems" by Liu Yuxi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, explained to me what optimism and open-mindedness are. The autumn wind was rustling, and the poet participated in the reform of Wang Shuwen Group, but failed. He was demoted again and again, but he wrote such a heroic poem in the cold autumn. This kind of cheerfulness refreshed my life.
"A cup of dirty wine can bring a family thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return. The Qiang Guan is covered with frost, and people can't sleep. The general's white hair is white and his husband is in tears." In the first year of Kangding in the Song Dynasty, Fan Zhongyan started his career. The career of the general of the Northwest Army. Defending the frontier was the duty of the soldiers, and fighting a quick battle was everyone's wish at that time. However, the weakness and corruption of the imperial court at that time did not allow them to achieve their wishes. Fan Zhongyan wrote this poem when his ambition was hard to achieve. This patriotism refreshed my life.
"Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, I will never forget it." When I saw this poem, I couldn't believe that such a delicate and soft emotion was still the same as "Looking northwest, shooting at the Sirius" Is it Su Shi? Is he still the Su Shi who "lives in mist and rain for the rest of his life"? I didn't expect that the usually heroic Su Dongpo would also have the long-lasting love between his son and his daughter at this time, and never forget his love. This tenderness hidden behind the pride refreshed my life.
"There is no need to strive for spring, and all the flowers will be jealous. It will fall into mud and be crushed into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same." The plum blossoms bloom before hundreds of others, and spring is the only one in the world. They don't compete with other flowers in spring, they just silently go up the branches in winter. "How can you get the fragrant fragrance of plum blossoms without going through a bone-chilling cold?" They experienced hardships and suffered severe cold, and only then did they have this graceful figure and fragrant fragrance that comes after all hardships. Such noble strength refreshed my life.
"After harvesting nectar from hundreds of flowers, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet?" Bees are like some people around us who pay silently. Bees need to collect hundreds of thousands of flowers to make some honey, which is eventually taken away by people. Despite this, they still worked tirelessly without any complaints. This selfless dedication refreshed my life.
"If there are flowers, you must break them off; don't wait until there are no flowers to break off branches." You must seize the time and seize the opportunity, otherwise it will be too late when the years pass by and the opportunity no longer comes. "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Only after a series of setbacks and tests can we become stronger... These truths have refreshed my life.
Poetry is the treasure of Chinese civilization for five thousand years and a star in the long history of our country. While reading poetry, I also refreshed my life.
Poetry refreshes my life.
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