No matter in study, work or life, everyone has come into contact with poetry. The language of poetry is simple and meaningful, and has the characteristics of condensation and jumping. So what kind of poetry is classic? The following is the poetry kingdom composition I compiled for you. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Poetry Kingdom Composition 1
In our lives, we often need many poems to enrich our language and express our rich and subtle emotions, so that it will sound more vivid, others will be more willing to listen, and the speaker will be more willing to listen. He will be considered a talented person and be respected.
When you see the Lushan Waterfall, you may recite: "The water flows down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way has fallen into the sky." Others will also look at you with admiration. But you are not showing off yourself, but you are very happy to see the spectacular sight, and you can't help but chant a sentence when you admire the talent of the ancients.
Perhaps when you are traveling, as a wanderer, your mother will tell you before you travel, worrying about your safety, worrying about your warmth and warmth, and preparing various things for you to travel. When you think about these things when you are outside, you will definitely think of Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song": "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body, are tightly sewn before leaving, fearing that he will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. "We may not feel it at ordinary times, but when we really go out, while chanting this poem, we will deeply understand our mother's deep love. This is the secret of poetry.
So, let us enter the kingdom of poetry and understand the true meaning of poetry!
When the festival is coming and you are not in your hometown, you will definitely think of Wang Wei’s "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th": "I am a stranger in a foreign land alone. During the festive season, I miss my relatives even more. When brothers climb high, there will be one less person planted with dogwood trees. "In the festive season, but not in my hometown, everyone should be able to understand the pain of missing my hometown and missing my relatives. Although there is no word of pain in the poem, I can understand it. Feeling his pain is the wonderful thing about poetry.
Poetry is beautiful, and poetry is magical. With its unique lyrical way and highly concise sentences, poetry reflects social life in a concentrated way; its imagination is unique, its rhythm is strong, and its rhyme is wonderful. , full of emotions, making people read catchy, and it can also make people deeply understand the various emotions of the author when he wrote the poem. How can we not like poetry? Let poetry be our good friend, think of it when we are happy, share it with it when we are sad, and enter the magical kingdom of poetry together. The Kingdom of Poetry Composition 2
Strolling leisurely in the kingdom of poetry, the journey is wonderful.
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I like to walk alone in the beautiful kingdom of poetry in every pleasant afternoon, quietly feeling the beauty of the cycle of four seasons, and my soul is with it. Encountering the beautiful scenery again and again, it becomes calm and melodious...
Strolling in the warm spring day, "the rivers and mountains are beautiful late in the day, the spring breeze is fragrant, and the flowers and grass are fragrant". Looking from afar, the "jasper makes up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of branches hanging down." The boundless green of "Green Silk Ribbon", listen to the sweet cries of birds that "spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and you can hear the singing of birds everywhere". In an instant, another light rain began to rain, moistening everything. Holding an oil-paper umbrella and walking in the light rain, looking from a distance, you can see only a patch of deep and shallow green. Is that the grass growing new leaves? When I took a closer look, I only saw fertile land and faintly visible seedlings. But this is spring! Spring in the most tender poetry.
"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." Walking into the summer lotus pond, you will see patches of green and pink. "Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves." On the rippling blue lake, several small boats are floating. On the boat are young girls in white clothes and green skirts. Their beautiful pink faces complement each other with the lotus flowers. It is the so-called "Lotus Lotus". The yeluo skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus is slit to both sides of the face." Their slender hands reached under the lotus leaves and picked out the white lotus roots one by one. However, the fish were startled, and there was a lively scene of "fish playing among the lotus leaves".
Autumn is a bleak season. But it is also indispensable for the "stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February". The bright and beautiful, the leisure and indifference of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain" is indispensable, and the "the lake and the autumn moon are harmonious, the pond is in harmony" is indispensable. The tranquility of "my face has no goggles yet to be polished" is indispensable, and the faint nostalgia of "the moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy". Autumn in poetry is beautiful, smart, and poetic.
"Suddenly, a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." The snow fell overnight, and winter came. In the vast expanse of white snow, there are only "a few plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in Ling Han", blooming a touch of beauty in the heavy snow, "the edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", such a tenacious and unyielding spirit. The spirit is enough to warm the whole winter.
Walking in the kingdom of poetry, watching spring pass and autumn come, the four seasons change, flowers bloom and fall, and clouds roll and relax. Aftertaste the four seasons, cleanse the soul and comprehend life. Poetry allows me to escape from the hustle and bustle of the world and return to the most authentic nature. Poetry Kingdom Composition 3
The weekly reading class has been awaited for a long time. Under the soft sunshine in the afternoon, I opened the ancient poetry collection.
What comes to the fore is "The Turtle is Longevity" written by Cao Cao. This is an unprecedented traitor. It can be said that there are constant scoldings in various operas. And from here I also felt another Cao Cao. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, when the situation was changing and wars were going on, countless heroes were fighting for their rights and desires. Darkness came at this time, and Cao Cao pacified the north, but the south was never unified. Let the people in the north leave the smoke and war. Here I don’t see a villain who says “I am responsible for the world”, but a person who brings peace to the people. Even in his old age, he never forgot his dream. Even though he was an old man, he still had great ambitions.
I came to Li Bai’s side again. He was still so arrogant, dressed in pure white, and refused to take off his shoes for Gao Lishi when he was in court. He refused to lower his arrogant head. He devoted himself to serving the world, but he was demoted to Shu. Countless hardships made him say "The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult." Even if he was fishing by the river, he would still be like Jiang Ziya, waiting to be discovered by Ming Jun, but what he was waiting for was the pain of having no way to serve his country. Even at this time, he was optimistic and firmly believed that "there will be times when strong winds and waves break, and sails will sail across the sea." From here, what I saw was no longer Li Bai who was raising a glass to relieve his sorrow, but was even more depressed, with a negative look on his face. He is a passionate poet full of ambitions to serve the country.
Leaving Li Bai, I saw Wen Tianxiang wearing torture instruments. He was loyal, but had no choice but to experience ups and downs, and the last straw that broke the camel's back also fell on the Song Dynasty. Wen Tianxiang was sitting on the boat, and countless money and offers tempted him, but he remained unmoved. It floated past his eyes like floating clouds. What I saw on his face was not the desire to survive like others, but something else. He is not afraid, he just wants to die. From him, I also see the quality and integrity that modern people lack, the kind of integrity that "no one has ever died in life since ancient times, and his loyalty will be remembered by history."
Time has come back, but I am still meditating. Now ancient poems are gradually forgotten, replaced by the fast Internet. Are people just pursuing fashion and forgetting their roots? After listening to Jay Chou's melodious song "Dongfeng Break", will they be surprised to find that it was once a poem by Su Dongpo?