I like the language of ancient poetry. Model essay 1? There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea. ? This is Han Yu, the first of the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties. In the mountains piled with books, if you want to climb the distant peak, diligence is the only way to reach the top. In the boundless ocean, suffering will be a sailing ship, carrying you to success. On the road to study, there is no shortcut, and there is no boat sailing with the wind. As long as you learn more and more knowledge, you can succeed. Even if you are not smart in your studies, you will reach a certain height if you are diligent.
I deeply feel that this poem, as long as you study hard, there is no knowledge you can't learn. So, I plunged into ancient poetry with enthusiasm and talked with Kan Kan like a bookworm. After several years of studying ancient poetry, I understand that learning ancient poetry is to cultivate my writing ability and feel everything in the world. Teacher? . Whenever I look through ancient poems, I feel like swimming in a magical world. What is impassioned is human ambition; The labor scene in full swing reveals the industriousness and kindness of the working people; Picturesque scenery contains the author's love and praise for nature. All this made me fall into silent intoxication and fascinated me.
I like ancient poems. One affectionate poem after another, one magnificent sea after another, plunged me into the endless beautiful cliff. ? We are born from the same root, so why rush to speculate with each other? This ancient poem was written by Cao Zhi of Wei State in Han Dynasty. The title of this poem is Seven Steps Poetry. I put it in the first place because it has the deepest feeling and influence on me. This poem contains a set of poems written by his brother Cao Pi during the Three Kingdoms period. Cao Pi wanted to kill his brother Cao Zhi to be king. This poem reveals the impulse of his younger brother Cao Zhi's sad brother. Let me know that it is better to treat my relatives than to treat myself. Reading this poem, everything seems to be immersed in grief. And then what? I'm not afraid of being crushed to pieces. Do you want to remain innocent in this world? . This poem was written by Yu Qian, a writer in Ming Dynasty. The author uses ordinary stones to describe that even if a person is reduced to ashes, he should be upright and upright. Let me understand the truth of honesty and seeking truth from facts. ? People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. This poem was written by Wang Wei, an idyllic poet in the Tang Dynasty. Have you just read it? When I am silent, I feel as if I have entered the silent forest. All I heard was the sound of osmanthus falling, and I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus ... and "The banks of the Yellow River were recovered by the imperial army" written by Du Fu, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. In the poem, Du Fu was overjoyed when he received the news that the government troops had recovered Jibei at Jianmenguan, and wrote down Du Fu's thoughts about his hometown and family. After reading this poem, it is like a slow spring flowing through my heart. After a long time, my mood will change with the feelings in the poem, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes passionate, sometimes calm.
I love ancient poetry, because it always touches me, warms me and makes me feel the profoundness of the motherland's culture. I love you-beautiful ancient poems, I love you-great motherland. I like ancient poetry because it is profound and has a long history. I prefer reading poetry because it moves me.
I like the language of ancient poetry. I have been studying ancient poetry since I was very young. During this period, I deeply fell in love with the unique literary genre of the Chinese nation and the treasures of the world.
I like ancient poems. In my opinion, it is not rigid, but interesting and full of fascinating spirituality. You're saying that because. Change poetry into words? This matter. One day, when I was reading a magazine, my eyes were suddenly deeply attracted by a title: changing Qingming into a word. I felt very novel, so I turned to the page with the answer and saw a poem "Tomb-Sweeping Day" that had been punctuated:
? During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians are on the road, trying to break their souls. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? There is a shepherd boy pointing to Xinghua Village.
I opened my mouth in surprise and closed it again. My heart was pounding like a rabbit. ? How interesting! ? I closed the magazine excitedly and couldn't help but praise it. Looking for an ancient poem, I turned to the poem "Little Pond" and suddenly got inspiration and wrote:
? Spring eyes are silent and precious, and trees trickle on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness. Xiao-he just showed his sharp point, and there was a dragonfly at the sharp corner, standing on the top. ?
I looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction and felt an indescribable pride in my heart. At this time, I saw the paper boat hanging by the bed swaying in the wind, and suddenly remembered the one in Li Bai's Looking at Tianmen Mountain? Solitary sail? After some meditation, I finally interrupted a word in my heart and said:
? Tianmen was interrupted, and the Chu River opened Higashi Shimizu to this point. On both sides of the castle peak, sailing alone, the day is coming. ?
Just as I was deeply intoxicated with the wonderful realm of poetry, my father pushed the door and came in. I couldn't wait to recite my masterpiece to him, and the sound of praise rained on me. I feel this refreshing, my heart is full of happiness, and I inadvertently see that the world outside the window has become colorful because of the return of spring. Then I remembered Zhu's poems and blurted out:
? Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. ?
I like the language of ancient poetry. I often think that in China's 5,000-year history, the most wonderful creation is writing, and the most intoxicating writing is probably ancient poetry! Since childhood, ancient poetry has always been my favorite. I love it.
Love the beauty of its pictures and read Yang Wanli's? The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are of different colors. I can always think of the graceful lotus, the beautiful lotus leaves, lakes and mountains; Read Cen Can? Like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees? I seem to see the snow covered with branches, just like the beautiful scene of pear blossoms blooming all over the branches; Read du fu's? Huang Niangzi is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. In front of my eyes, there are clusters of flowers, one next to the other, one petal squeezing another. Reading makes my restless heart calm down, leaving only the wonderful scenery full of eyes.
Love its artistic beauty. The sky is clear, and the crane travels in the clouds, and the poem is blue and fairy? It is Liu Yuxi who brings us a lasting aftertaste, and the desolation of everything in autumn is also washed away by the rows of cranes. The moon rises like a mirror, and the clouds are deep at the bottom of the sea? It describes to us the bright moonlight, the bright moon as a mirror, misty clouds and fantastic sea buildings. Even though they are completely different, the artistic conception is so broad and profound that I can't stop myself from loving.
I love its human beauty even more. A greeting from a family letter is hard to find in ancient times with inconvenient transportation. Countless poets who have moved can only send their feelings to poems, such as Liu Yuxi's "A Note to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night": You ask about the date of return, and it rains in the evening. Li Bai's To Wang Lun? Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun? Everyone has deep feelings, and such thoughts and feelings have touched countless people. Yes! People are not vegetation, who can be ruthless? We can't help but want to be with them and feel the melancholy under the beautiful rhythm.
The beauty of ancient poetry is endless, bloom is just right, and the breeze is not impetuous. How comfortable it is to hold a book and sing a poem! I love ancient poetry, love reading ancient poetry, and love its power.
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