There is a kind of ancient classic, flowing in the long stream of ancient Chinese culture, shining silver and sparkling, and has been sung by the world for thousands of years. That is poetry, the poetry culture that Chinese people learned to recite when they were enlightened.
Sitting in front of the mahogany table facing the sun, holding an antique "Selected Collection of Chinese Poetry" in my hand, I felt a turbulent wave in my heart. The sunshine outside the window harmoniously shines on the essence of this poem, shining brightly, making people unable to conceal the joy in their hearts.
So, I came to another world: a world of poetry.
On the bank of the Miluo River, Qu Yuan smiled with tears: "The whole world is turbid, but I am alone in the clear, and everyone is drunk, but I am alone awake." In an instant, a "plop" became the last thing left to the world by the soul of poetry. A lingering sound.
Speaking of the turbulent Wujiang River, Xiang Yu sang with the same heroic spirit as before: "Strengthen the mountain and the world is overwhelming, but the time is not good and the cone will not pass away. The cone will not pass away but there is nothing you can do, there is nothing you can do if you are worried!" Then! He took off his sword and cut his neck to death, leaving behind the last trace of his overlord spirit.
In the desolate wilderness, Cao Cao rode on horseback. Looking at this barren land, he expressed a sad feeling: "White bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles." . A hundred poems are left to the people, and the thought of them breaks people's hearts."
In the noisy market, Li Bai drank and wrote brilliant poems. Du Fu sighed: "Li Bai drank and wrote hundreds of poems in Chang'an. Sleeping in a restaurant on the street. The emperor couldn't come to court, so he claimed that he was a wine fairy. "
In the garden with unique scenery, Bai Juyi talked about history with his friends and cooked wine with green plums. When talking about Yang Guifei, Bai Juyi became very popular in poetry: "In heaven, I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth, I would like to be a twig. The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, and this hatred will last forever!"
Empress Li's country perished Painful, he lamented that "I have always hated the water as my life grows eastward." Li Shangyin traveled around the country by car and lamented that "the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk!" Echoing the desire to join the expedition of the Trumpet Company Battalion. ...
The illusion became hazy and could not be seen clearly. With the sound of closing books, the illusion was broken. I opened the window and looked outside. It was almost dusk.
I was deeply shocked: What magic is there in poetry that makes me unable to feel human hunger and thirst for such a long time?
It was night, and I looked at the ceiling and thought silently. Finally, my heart suddenly lit up and I realized: This is because of the beauty of poetry!
Because of the beauty of poetry, my soul can get a steady stream of thinking; because of the beauty of poetry, my soul can get a steady stream of philosophy; because of the beauty of poetry, I can gain a broad perspective. Vision and thoughts on life.
Third grade: Yan Zelong