Poetry grows with me. Write 1 Time is like a song, like water. Looking at the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I hope the Song Dynasty will prosper. How many spring flowers have become autumn moon, sunrise and sunset in Guang Xiao. History is like an ordinary piece of paper, and poetry is like a pen and ink, which grows with me. ...
Ancient poetry has a history of five thousand years. Since ancient times, many great poets have emerged, such as Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Du Fu. They are cultural treasures left by our ancestors, with beautiful words and rich connotations. It is catchy to read and has a long aftertaste, which has influenced several generations of our Chinese nation.
Stepping into the primary school campus, my mother bought me a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. I couldn't wait to open it and came into contact with the first poem, Ode to a Goose. Naive children read "White Goose" written by the poet Luo: white hair floats green water, and red palm stirs clear waves.
Gradually, with the growth of age, more and more ancient poems are recited. Tang poetry, Song ci and Yuan Qu ... understand that "a teenager is easy to get old, and an inch of time cannot be light". We should cherish time and don't waste it. Only by studying hard early with "black hair" will you not regret being late and "feel sorry for the boss" when you reach "Whitehead". Faced with a lot of homework every day, I never look forward to tomorrow, because "if I stay in the Ming Dynasty, something will happen in the Ming Dynasty."
On the road of pursuing truth, the road ahead is still long, but I will persevere and spare no effort to pursue and explore. As the saying goes, "The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down."
Poetry brings us happiness; Poetry brings us rich knowledge; Poetry brings us eternal green hills! I love poetry, thank you for growing up with me!
Poetry grows with me. Composition 2 Poetry has a unique charm, elegance and purity. The Chinese nation has a profound tradition of teaching poetry. From "if you don't learn poetry, you have nothing to say" to the prosperous Tang, Ming and Qing Dynasties, poetry can be said to be everywhere. Love poems, reading poems and writing poems have made Chinese descendants bathe in Chinese civilization, and also made our country always known as "the country of poetry". Poetry, as a pearl in the treasure house of literature, will always be a national treasure that China people are proud of.
To me, that is a mysterious and beautiful word, which is another form. I began to understand it from "There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed"-poetry. The picture of reading "300 Tang Poems" in the moonlight is still vivid. ...
Poetry gives me pride-the pure pride of a child, so after school, I have a soft spot for poetry. In Chinese class, as long as I study poetry, I listen most carefully. As I came into contact with more and more poems, I realized that poems don't have to be so neat. It turns out that there are many poets not only in the Tang Dynasty.
Slowly, I also have my own feelings about poetry. I like to feel its concise language beauty in repeated chanting and its implicit artistic conception beauty in imagination. I like the majestic momentum of Li Bai's "flying down three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days"; The petals of "Du Like Fu" fall like tears, and the lonely bird mourns. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. Like Wen Tianxiang, "Who hasn't died since ancient times? Taking Dan Xin as a history book; I like Yang Wanli's sentence "Flowers are getting more attractive, but shallow grass has no horseshoe".
Yes, flying words in poetry really taught me how to feel. Poetry may be short, but it is always so incisive; Poetry may be euphemistic, but it is always full of truth; Poetry may be difficult to understand, but it is always colorful. Poetry is a small window, through which I see the vast sky and the vast ocean.
Poetry will continue to grow with me!
Poetry grows with me. My birthday is like a breeze.
Take away the innocence of childhood
Welcome talented young people
Do you know who is the author of this poem? That's me-a poetry lover!
One day in senior one, I first saw poetry. At that time, I was reading a collection of essays called "Dou Duo Duo" with relish. In a short essay, I suddenly became interested in one paragraph: this paragraph is not only different from other paragraphs in format, but also unique in content, which gives me a feeling of skimming. When I got home, I asked my mother to get to the bottom of it before I knew it was a poem. Since then, I have embarked on a journey of "pursuing" poetry.
Since then, I "frantically" read poetry, recited poetry, and even copied poetry, gradually narrowing the distance with poetry. Once, when I was copying poems, I was surprised to find that I could make up several poems involuntarily. Is this what the ancients said, "You can sing three hundred Tang poems without knowing how to write them"? However, I soon found out that my meaning was too early. When I opened my notebook again with great interest, ready to write down the inspiration I had just generated and write a complete poem, I found that the inspiration had completely dried up and I couldn't write a word.
So, I decided to go back to the starting point, continue to explore the "mystery" of poetry, and formed the habit of recording my inner thoughts anytime and anywhere, looking forward to accumulating a lot of money one day. Finally, on that unforgettable day: looking at the birds flying freely outside the window and listening to their crisp and sweet songs, I suddenly had a whim and wrote the first poem in my life, Bird, I want to tell you;
Although the birds are beautiful,
But their lives are short.
From morning till night,
Is adding scenery to nature.
They grew up,
Sending songs to everyone.
Looking back,
I always want to keep birds in cages,
Let them sing for me like slaves.
Bird, bird,
Now that I know,
You love freedom most,
I will treat you as a friend.
Come to me,
Spend a wonderful childhood with me.
With the foreshadowing of the first poem, my desire to write poetry was completely stimulated. When I am happy, I will write poems to express my desire and positive mood. The poem at that time was like this: "The round moon, like a pair of big eyes, blinked in the air and shone with happiness"; I will write a poem when I am sad, but the scale of the poem will fall into the abyss. The poem at that time was like this: "My childhood was full of difficulties somehow, just like a road, there will always be difficulties"; When I am upset, I will write a poem to help me share some anxiety. At that time, the poem became like this: "I am not afraid of difficulties and setbacks, and I am not afraid of the turning point of fate, because I know that these will all pass and a bright road will replace them"; I also write poetry when I am calm, and then poetry becomes mysterious. "The night god is mysterious, insects are singing, birds are singing, and the leaves make a faint sound, as if hiding a huge secret."
Poetry is a part of my life. Poetry, accompany me.
Poetry grows with me. Composition 4 is poetic and leisurely. You are like a painting, colorful; You are like a glass of wine, the stronger you taste; You are like a song, exciting. When I read you, I sometimes feel sad and happy; Sometimes I cry; Sometimes I feel lonely and helpless; Sometimes I'm in high spirits.
A long time ago, I walked alone in the mountains and realized that "here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts touch peace in the pond." Zen; A long time ago, I sat by the bridge alone, enjoying the silence of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream"; Sometimes I listen to "several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud." Very lively.
In spring, you showed me that "Huang Si's family is full of flowers, but the flowers are low." Beautiful scenery, let me also see "trees, lush grass." The vitality. When you say the beauty of spring, you mean "a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." We should sow hope and work hard in spring.
In summer, you picked the fruits of midsummer for me with your strong arms, which made me taste the taste of "soft teeth with plum leaves" and showed me that my parents were "tired and ignorant of the summer, and cherished the long summer." Insist. You said that the maturity of summer scenery lies in the author's "morning prosperity and abolition of treatment, bringing Yuelian home." The spirit of.
In autumn, you gave me the maple leaf like fire, which made me enjoy the romance of "parking in the maple forest late"; A moment later, you easily let the leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, which made me understand that "flowers are similar year by year, and people are different year by year." Philosophy.
In winter, you took me to the date of "Yanshan Snowflakes as Big as Seats". At first, I was a little secretly pleased, but when I saw "there are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths". Then I added a little loneliness. At this time, you warned me that people should be optimistic and cheerful, and think, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" So the snowflake in your description becomes "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Scenery.
Because of your company, the four seasons become poetic. Your company made me sprout a love for life; Your company gave me eyes to discover beautiful scenery; Your company has opened the door for me to appreciate literature.
You open Li Sao: I only read "Ruman Manqi Xiu Yuan Xi, I will search up and down." The treachery of Qu Yuan and the king of Chu made it impossible for Zhongliang officials to serve the country. His melancholy, his loneliness, and his "I wake up alone when the world is turbid, and I wake up alone when everyone is drunk." The cry is still clearly visible in my mind. I really want to fly to him and recommend this hot-blooded minister to the world, so that our dream of surpassing Britain and catching up with the United States is not far away.
You open Peacock Flying Southeast: I think Liu Lanzhi and Jiao Zhongqing, who are "thirteen weavers and fourteen tailors", never give up. Although their love is not as romantic as Romeo and Juliet, the idea of "loyalty" in each other's hearts is really admirable. In ignorance, I understand that "we want to fly in heaven, two birds are one, and grow together on the earth, two branches of a tree." Like love.
You circulated Mulan Ci: Let me see the myth that women are not as good as men; You browse the complete works of Tang poetry: I have experienced Li Bai's wild and unrestrained, Du Fu's depressed and frustrated, and Li Shangyin's tearful feelings.
In short, with you, my life is more fulfilling; With you, my feelings are more real; My future is brighter with you. You not only increased my knowledge reserve, but also gave me spiritual food. I want to know you and spend my life with you.
Poetry grows with me. Poetry, like bundles of flowers, brings me warmth. Poetry, like the afternoon breeze, makes me feel relaxed; Poetry, more like a mentor, has taught me many lessons. Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I saw many shining things, that is, human wisdom. I reached out and picked up many beautiful words in the poem.
"Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing, the white hair is floating with green water, and the red palm is stirring the waves." The endless sky, crystal clear streams, flaming palms and flawless white feathers brought me into a beautiful picture. I seem to see geese swimming freely on the water in front of my hometown. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded? " The whisper of nature makes me curious about its mystery. I grew up with childhood fantasies in my immature childhood.
Went to primary school. Reading Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, I seem to see an old mother sitting at the window in the sunset, sewing clothes stitch by stitch, her eyes full of love and expectation. I read the affection from it, and also planted the seeds of gratitude in my young mind. Gong Zizhen "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud is more protective." I know the beauty of dedication. Read Wang Bo's, however, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. I learned the value of friendship. Read Wen Tianxiang's "Who has not died in life since ancient times? Learn the history of mental reflection". Let me understand that there are more important things for us to show besides life.
In the sixth grade of primary school, there are more and more ancient poems that can be recited. Seeing the lotus flowers in the lake, I chanted, "The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun." Seeing the beautiful West Lake, I recited: "To compare the West Lake with the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate." When I saw the waterfall, I read, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." ……
In the ocean of poetry, I hold hands with poets and talk to the world. Let's wander in the garden of poetry, make life full of poetry, and let poetry accompany us all our lives!