Ancient poems are the essence of culture, concise language, concentrated content and profound meaning. It is like a bridge across the long river of years, spanning our hearts, connected with ancient times, simple and shocking!
I am a girl who loves poetry. Ancient poems make my life more colorful. It, like this, accompanied me to grow up slowly.
plant the seeds of poetry.
when I was a child, the ink of poetry surrounded me. I have a sister who happened to be in primary school at that time. She often takes out her textbooks, sits quietly by the window, and recites ancient poems with that crisp and sweet voice. At this time, I will obediently sit next to my sister and listen quietly-"There are people in the depths of the white clouds, far away from the cold mountain. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. " Sometimes, when I listen, I begin to imagine another world in my mind ... In this way, "poetry" has taken deep root in my childhood, and the simple and clean flowers have quietly opened with my growth.
Join hands with "Poetry" and grow together!
I remember that the first poem I recited is still fresh in my mind. Occasionally, I walked hand in hand with my father on the country road. Suddenly, I saw several big white geese in the pond. Their necks were high and they kept calling: "Ga-ga-ga." Unconsciously broke the duckweed in the water, the crisp green, rippling with the water lines. I looked at this group of happy angels curiously. Then, Dad chanted loudly: "Goose, Goose, Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange. White hair floats green water, and the red palm clears the waves. " So, I learned the first poem in my life-"Singing Goose".
when I went to primary school, I accumulated a lot of ancient poems. Learning ancient poetry, I am no longer the same as before, I have my own feelings and opinions. I read the different beauty in the poem. In my opinion, beauty is Gong Zizhen's dedication to "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers"; Beauty is Su Dongpo's detachment and open-mindedness, who says that there is no less life, and the flowing water in front of the door can still flow west. Beauty is the serenity and serenity of Wang Wei's "moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks" ... After I entered junior high school, I have a special liking for patriotic poems. Wen Tianxiang's earth-shattering, majestic saying, "No one has died in life since ancient times, so keep your heart and shine on history." Expressed his spirit of never ending. Fan Zhongyan's phrase, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later", shows his love for the country and his painstaking efforts. On the occasion of dying in the West, Lu You dragged his sick body and wrote down the eternal swan song of "Julian Waghann Beiding Central Plains Day, family sacrifice without forgetting to tell Weng"!
sad and strong! Xiongzai, seniors, I am proud of you!
I'm full of poetry and books.
the accumulation of quantity has achieved a qualitative leap. Classical poetry has been integrated into my life with my growth. It has changed me and made me, and it has become a potential temperament, which will accompany me all my life!
The charm of ancient poetry, just like the brilliant sunshine, continues to shine on me and grow sturdily, and I will never part with you.
"It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and I'll go up and down for it." In this long journey of five thousand years, the exploration of poetry is endless and will not stop. Next, it will be relayed by us to continue to inherit and carry forward! Ancient poems accompany me to grow up. 2
It contains countless mysteries; It is the cradle of many people's growth; It is pure and beautiful, noble and elegant; It is hidden in life, but it is above life. She is an ancient poem.
We were born in ancient poetry, which always accompanied me to grow up.
"When you plant beans in the south mountain, the grass is full of beans and the seedlings are sparse." Through the dusk, you can vaguely see a green-robed hermit coming out of a shabby but not messy hut. No one to accompany, only with the morning dew still in the fog. You have a hoe, a book in one hand and a pot of wine hooked on one finger. Long hair and blue robe are dancing on the hoe with the wind, and the steps on their feet are fragmentary and light, leaving a string of footprints on the narrow and muddy path. Yes! Leave a blank for ourselves, and then we plant seeds, take care of them, and care for them sincerely. Isn't it also pleasant?
In the poem, Tao Kan, with your company, I learned to be simple.
"The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew touches my clothes." At this time, the dew on the overgrown vegetation beside the path was hit by the blue robe. He walked slowly forward. Stopped at the edge of a field There are many weeds in the field, which overshadow the bean seedlings. If you don't distinguish carefully, you really can't find a bean seedling. Looking at this field of bean sprouts, there was an elusive smile on Zhang Jun's beautiful face. Especially those eyes, show a warmth, which may be satisfaction. Hmm! With a contented heart, if you lose money, then you can proudly say, "I am very happy because I have a healthy body." If you lose your health, you can still smile and say: I am very happy, because at least I still have a healthy heart. "I wonder if you think so, too?
Tao Kan in the poem, with your company, I learned that one side is comfortable.
You rolled up your sleeves and lay in the field until noon, with the sun shining on you. Maybe the sun is too eye-catching, maybe you think of something, stand up in awe, go straight to the tree and start to remove weeds. You sip your lips, which seems to have a little stubbornness, a determination ... "Clothes are not enough, but you can do what you want." This may be your belief-don't go with the world.
Tao Kan in the poem, with your company, I know which side believes in it.
However, life is sometimes the helplessness of "the bridge is broken outside the post station, and there is no owner to open it", but it is also the persistence of "the road is long, and I will go up and down". We live in the world, naturally to taste the treasures of the world, and poetry is a treasure, careful taste, life will be more and more intense!
hmm! Reading "If it's spring and beautiful, it's calm, and the sky is shining up and down, and it's a blue sky", it's like a sunny day, and the sea is calm. Only I swim comfortably, stirring up white spray, surrounded by oasis and sky and sea, and the warm sea water makes me feel the breath of poetry and the heartbeat of poetry. Its motherly embrace, I can feel its tenderness.
Reading "I can wield a carved bow like a full moon, looking northwest and shooting at a wolf" ",especially when the weather suddenly changes, storms come and blow over distant boats and waves, one after another coming over my head. I am not afraid, and I will not retreat. What about a thousand waves? It is hard to defeat my firm belief and determination. Since then, I have become a tester, showing me his majesty and fortitude, so as to repel the pace of my forward swimming. I can forget that I am a scholar who travels in poetry, and I will never retreat if I learn endlessly. Ancient poems accompany me to grow up. Composition 3
Open a collection of poems that exudes simplicity and fragrance, savor the unique charm, uneven level, and carve it into the depths of my soul, leaving lingering light and shadow in my heart.
what can be more fascinating than floating on the vast sea in a canoe? What can make people more relaxed and happy than flying in the sky with a wave of wings? I strolled in the halls of classical literature, savoring one Tang poem after another, and was intoxicated by their boldness and gentleness.
Tang poetry is short and refined, and hit the floor is a brilliant treasure in our excellent traditional culture.
In the evening, my mother quietly tidied up my schoolbags under the lamp, one by one, and carefully stuffed them into my schoolbags. At this time, it seemed that Meng Jiao's mother appeared in front of my eyes, sewing all her love for her son into her clothes with her own hands. Isn't that a vivid portrayal of "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy"? Deep love suddenly welled up in my heart and a gorgeous flower bloomed in my heart. I really hope that one day when I grow up, my mother will pack my daughter's bags and send me to college. Yes! A mother's love is a ray of sunshine, a budding bud; A mother's love is like a spring water that knocks open the ice gate, which shocks the heart of stone.
The severe winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to the world. Spring is a beautiful season, which means a vigorous beginning. Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, shows us a picture of spring scenery in the early morning after rain. "but now I remember the night, the storm", although the spring rain has knocked down all the flowers, it has to be said that with the moisture of the spring rain, the flowers can bloom more brilliantly, and "and I wonder how many blossoms were broken" is the baptism of the spring rain to the flowers' growth. The same is true for people. Through struggle, life can gain something. Only after experiencing wind and rain can one see the rainbow in life. A sigh of "and I wonder how many blossoms were broken" will always cause people to think infinitely about their own existence.
On a hot summer night, sitting alone on the balcony, facing the stars all over the sky, enjoying "the morning glory, the beautiful river and the Chinese girl", listening to the "frog sound" in the "grass-colored family room", and feeling the different meaning of "the fragrance of a yard full of roses" when the breeze is blowing in the crystal curtain, I found that life is so full.
during the holiday of solitude, I was holding a book of poems, savoring the heroic spirit of poets of past dynasties, appreciating the lofty aspirations of "I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea", appreciating the unyielding pride of "Xinsong hates not thousands of feet, and evil bamboo should be cut to pieces", and feeling the vicissitudes of life of "You don't laugh when you are drunk in the battlefield, but you have fought for several times since ancient times". I found that life is so vivid.
In the dark night, I was immersed in the poems of the ancients by the faint light, and I was sad about Zhang Ji's "frosty night, Jiangfeng fishing and sleeping", and I enjoyed the melancholy of "lonely sails and blue sky" with Li Bai, but I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky, and I accompanied Du Fu to feel the joy of "and loud my song and deep my drink, on the green spring-day that starts me home".
Tang poems are like cups of fragrant tea, emitting endless fragrance, which makes people memorable. Life is full of charm because of these poems, life is gorgeous because of these poems, life is rich and colorful because of these poems, and growth is full of charm because of these poems.
the faint fragrance of ink is coming, but the Tang poetry is waving to me again? I smiled and walked on. My figure grew taller and my pace became steady. When I suddenly looked back, there was a growing footprint behind me. I grew up with ancient poems. 4
The history of 5, years gave birth to the profound culture of the Chinese nation, among which the vast poems of Tang and Song Dynasties fascinated me step by step. From small to large, those ancient poems full of charm and rhythm have been growing with me. In the poems condensed by the wisdom and talents of the ancients, I tasted, I was intoxicated, and unconsciously, I was growing up ... < P > When I was young, my father and mother once told me, "Who knows that every meal is hard." From then on, I learned to cherish the fruits of people's labor. As I grow older, I learn more knowledge and grow up gradually, so I firmly remember "but you widen your view three hundred miles, by going up one flight of stairs" in my heart. So I persisted in my study and made progress towards a higher goal. Slowly, slowly, I am no longer a naive child, and I also know some ways of the world. "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain." It's not that I can't distinguish right from wrong, and I can't recognize the essence of things at all. I have my own ideas and practices. I am in the fourth grade, and I will face more life challenges in my future study. I will insist on it, and I will always remember "once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.." I want to keep forging ahead and win the challenge of life!
Ancient poetry is like a clear spring, which cleanses the dust in my heart; Ancient poetry is like a key, which opens the door to knowledge in my heart; Ancient poetry is like a bright light in the dark, guiding us to the world of knowledge; Ancient poetry is like a boat in the waves, carrying me across the ocean of culture and heading for the other side of success ... Ancient poetry is a seed of knowledge, which takes root and sprouts in my heart and is growing sturdily. Now, although there are no luxuriant leaves, they have grown into towering trees, but their young leaves are green like jasper.
In spring, the warm breeze blows the green willows, the warm sunshine shines on me, and I stroll along the riverbank of the People's Park in the street. I seem to enjoy the abundant spring scenery with the poet Bai Juyi, "I love the lack of eastbound lake, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green willows." I can't help but blurt it out. In summer, the lotus flowers are in full bloom. Looking at these powder-coated fairies sitting on a green jade plate, I admire like a poet Yang Wanli: "The leaves are endless and the lotus flowers are different in color." In a blink of an eye, when it comes to autumn, the corner of the park in autumn is even more amorous, with red maple eyes full of fire, which is dizzying. Like Du Mu, I stopped to watch, "Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers."
patches of crystal snowflakes are falling in the sky, and winter comes quietly. When I woke up in the morning, the earth was covered with snow-white clothes. I stared at the silvery white world and couldn't help sighing like Cen Can. It was really "is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"!
Ancient poetry has been an indispensable part of my study and life. I will always flourish in this ancient poetry forest full of emotion, meaning and imagination, and let ancient poetry lead me to understand the true meaning of life. Ancient poems accompany me to grow up. 5
The world's excellent ancient poems are full of stars, so let's follow the footsteps of the ancients and appreciate the charm of ancient poems. Meeting ancient poems made me meet a better self!
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I remember the first time I met an ancient poem, when I was in kindergarten. At that time, the teacher sent us a note full of words in class, and then we read aloud after the teacher: "When weeding is noon, sweat drops down the soil. Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard. " At that time, we read with the teacher babbling. When I got home, I recited poems in front of my mother, and her mother touched my head and praised me as a good boy. However, at that time, I didn't know the true meaning of Li Shen's "Benevolence for Farmers".
Later, it was not until I was in the first grade of primary school that my doubts were answered. In that Chinese class, the teacher wrote the word "show mercy to farmers" on the blackboard, and all the students were twittering at the bottom: "It's noon to mow the grass, and sweat drips down the soil ..." At this moment, the teacher turned to ask us, "Do you know the meaning of this ancient poem?" We all shook our heads. Then, the teacher said meaningfully: "The first two sentences of the poem mean: The farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from their bodies on the land where the seedlings grow." The meaning of the last two sentences is: every grain we eat every day is planted by the farmer's uncle. " After listening to this, I couldn't help thinking of my usual picky eaters and wasting food. I bowed my head in shame and my eyes were red involuntarily ... < P > At this moment, I seemed to have crossed the long river of history and saw the picture of the ancient farmer's uncle working hard. In the fields not far away, a group of farmers' uncles are working hard under the scorching sun. They wore white scarves and dark skin, and their eyes narrowed in the sun. They were all barefoot, with hoes in their hands, weeding and ploughing hard in the fields, and sweat ran down their cheeks. Then, they wiped their faces with towels around their necks. They worked over and over again, sweating drop by drop. I also ran curiously and picked up the small hoe beside him, but I couldn't lift it at all. Later, I tried my best to make it small.