Poetry grows with me. 1 Poetry is like a song, leisurely 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." Exciting.
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 Minister Zhongxian 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 grew with me. That year, my grandfather retired from his first-line position in teaching, and his sudden leisure made him unhappy. My birth just filled his emotional blank and became his greatest spiritual comfort. He hugged me, kissed me and shook me all day, wishing to give me all the beautiful things in the world, just asking me to giggle.
When mother saw this, she said helplessly, "Dad, you can't spoil him. Nowadays, there are not many "little emperors" who "stretch out their hands with clothes and open their mouths with food". Grandpa was unhappy after hearing this. He protested sternly: "Do you look down on me as a' teacher' who has a senior title and has been teaching and educating people for more than 30 years?" I still don't believe it. If you can teach outstanding model students who are admitted to prestigious schools, you can't bring grandchildren? " Mom listened, but she couldn't refute it.
Grandpa likes poetry. When I am older, he will let me wander in the ocean of poetry.
At night, the bright moon is in the sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the bed through the window lattice. Grandpa patted me and said, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted?" ... "In his rhythmic singing, I gradually fell asleep.
Spring is here, and the whole family goes for an outing in the suburbs. The roadside is full of flowers, and butterflies don't want to hover in it. Grandpa took my hand, took a step and said, "Butterflies have been dancing, and songbirds just called." I listened and listened, and the artistic conception of the poem and the scene in front of me were wonderfully integrated, and my admiration for my grandfather came into being.
When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and my grandfather took me back to my hometown to sweep the grave. Grandpa can't help sighing when he sees the heartbroken look of passers-by worshipping their deceased relatives: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." I was in tears and didn't know it.
When I was 8 years old, my grandfather took me to visit the Yellow Crane Tower, one of the "Four Famous Buildings in the South of the Yangtze River". Standing on the Yellow Crane Tower, looking at the white clouds and the river flowing eastward, I was filled with emotion for an instant and blurted out, "I can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky." Grandpa leaned against the railing and looked at me, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.
"Grandpa,' Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, but sunny on the road' means' June showers separate cows from their backs'?" "'From the side of the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak, with different distances.' This means that people come to different conclusions from different angles and positions, right? "I asked what was next.
Grandpa nodded and said appreciatively, "When reading poetry, you should feel its rhythm and rhythm, and feel the beauty of our great motherland's traditional culture. Read it a hundred times and you will understand its meaning. Watch it again and again. When you grow up, your poems will gradually become clear. "So, the happiest moment of my day is reading poetry.
In a Chinese class, the teacher said, "As we all know, Xia Mingzhe in our class can recite many poems, so shall we ask Xiao Xia to tell you the meaning of this poem today?" Hearing this, I stood up and said, "The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?" This poem means, "The warm spring breeze has blown the fields in the south of the Yangtze River green. When will the bright moon shine on me and when will I go back to my home in Zhongshan?" This poem expresses homesickness through the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Hearing this, the teacher smiled. She asked her classmates loudly, "Does Teacher Xiao Xia speak well?" The students said in unison, "Good!" In the warm applause of my classmates, I felt a little sense of accomplishment and pride.
When I was 10 years old, I could travel through time and space to see the magnificence of "lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen"; I feel the care of "she sewed and mended carefully, fearing that it would delay his time to go home"; Appreciate the ambition of "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea" ... gradually, I have the pride of "once I climb to the top of the mountain, I will find that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". And "since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" ... exquisite poetry not only leads me to travel in time and space, but also makes me grow up happily in it.
The poems my grandfather taught me made me appreciate the charm of the motherland's language, and I won't stop there. Qian Yong said in the Qing Dynasty: "Reading thousands of books and taking Wan Li Road should not be neglected." I will use poetry to appreciate the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland and write gorgeous poems for this magnificent mountains and rivers!
Poetry grows with me. Writing 3. Stepping on the years like a song, walking on the years like a stream, looking at the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I hope that the Great Song Dynasty will be prosperous. 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!
Chinese civilization has a long history, and it is a household name. China culture is profound, especially the well-known poems left by predecessors, which contain profound philosophy of life, which is beneficial to our physical and mental development, the healthy growth of our personality, and can bring many beneficial inspirations to our study and life, so that I deeply fall in love with them.
I remember when I was in primary school, my academic performance was not satisfactory because I was not sensible and playful. I'm afraid dad will blame himself. But my father didn't get angry, but let me read the poem Long Songs. My father told me the meaning of this poem, pointing to these two poems, and said, "If you don't study hard now and have no education when you grow up, you won't be able to find a good job and survive in society, and it will be too late to regret it." From then on, I remembered these two poems and used them to urge myself to study hard.
Whenever I have time, my father lets me read extra-curricular books and tells me to read more. When I complained that I was tired of studying, my father asked me to read "What's so clear about asking the canal?"? Living water for the source. " It makes me understand that books are the ladder of human progress, and reading is the means to acquire knowledge and improve self-cultivation. From then on, I love reading more, and I no longer feel bored and tired.
Sometimes when I encounter a math problem, I rack my brains and still have no clue, so I want to give up. At this time, I will think of the poem "Hold fast to the green hills and never relax". I think, as long as you think hard and persevere, you will eventually "doubt the mountains and rivers, and there will be another village." So, I persisted, conquered hard, and finally won.
Sometimes, I feel very sad because my exam results are not satisfactory. Dad will enlighten me: temporary failure does not mean forever; No pains, no gains. As long as you build up confidence and persist in your efforts, you will surely "break the waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"!
I often encounter some problems in my life. Sometimes I am misunderstood by other students, which makes me feel very depressed. At this time, my father will let me read the poems "Mist and rain are coming" and "Rain or shine". And told me that Su Shi was relegated in his later years, but he never gave in to the setbacks in life, but faced them calmly with a peaceful mind. The ups and downs of life are inevitable. As long as you are brave and strong, you will eventually usher in a beautiful rainbow.
No matter in my study or in my life, poetry has always accompanied me like a good friend. It encourages me to make progress, inspires me to work hard, cares for my growth, makes my life more exciting, and will certainly make my tomorrow more brilliant.
I love you, Poetry!
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!
Poetry grows with me. Poetry is a road of civilization in human history, a friend on my way of growing up, and a shining star in the night sky, and that …
When I was a child, under the guidance of the kindergarten teacher, I read Goose, Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange, which was the first time I came into contact with poetry and read it. It was only in primary school that we really realized the charm of poetry. From "The shimmer at the foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frost?" From the author's yearning, to the beautiful scenery of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February", to the persistence of "falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers better", and finally to the silence of "people are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty"
Later, under the guidance of the teacher, we learned to understand and write poems. Although our writing is still a little rusty, we have made extra efforts. Since then, we have set up a writing class, which is very interesting. "Jing Tian Sha Qiu" makes us addicted, and every sentence is so intoxicating. Under our pens, we also began to smile. How distinctive "Spring Water Stars" is! The charm of poetry is something we always trust and admire.
Poetry, a cultural heritage, a cultural road, the most shining star in a culture that never dies.
Poetry grew with me. When I was young, when I was just learning English through my teeth, my mother was reading poetry by my side. That's when I fell in love with poetry.
When I first went to kindergarten, the kindergarten teacher sometimes read a few ancient poems after class. I sometimes stayed next to the teacher and said a few poems gradually, but I only knew how to say this poem and didn't know the meaning of words and poems at all. But when guests come to our house, my parents always ask me to recite some poems, but at that time, my teeth were irregular and I missed a little. Now I want to laugh when I think about it.
Sometimes I don't understand the meaning of poetry, and my father will tell me the meaning of poetry at a specific time and place. For example, on a full moon night, let's talk about Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. Tell me under what circumstances the author wrote this poem at that time, and then tell me the meaning. I nodded puzzled and said "Oh".
Dad sometimes tests me, so I pretend to say a few words of the poet, but they are basically wrong. Dad will pretend to be angry and want to hit me, but he will still bear to explain the meaning of this poem to me again so that I can understand it basically.
Thanks to my father's test, I won a sigh of relief for our class in the school's China Poetry Competition in the third grade of primary school and got a lot of points. Our class is naturally the first, and my personal grades are naturally the first.
Thank you for growing up with me; Thank you for the pleasure poetry brings me; Thank you for your poem, which gives our class a sigh of relief!
Poetry grows with me. Birthdays are 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 and prepared 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.