Another excellent composition of mine 1 Have you ever seen a world painted by several pieces of paper and ink? Have you heard the history of Wunong Soft Pingge? When I wandered in another world outlined by poetry, I got not only the physical and mental relaxation after leaving my study and life, but also the magnificent Chinese culture for 5 thousand years.
I first realized the charm of ancient poetry when I was very young. I still remember the gentle expression of my mother holding me in one hand and "Three Hundred Tang Poems" in the other after dinner. I just stared at the illustrations in the book and vaguely felt that Chang 'an in the painting was more prosperous than the intersection outside.
Later, when I was able to read poetry by myself, I gradually found that the Tang Dynasty amorous feelings I enjoyed between the lines were far more wonderful than the pictures. I can know that it's Chang 'an Road by listening to songs in the dark, listen to the good news of frontier fortress brought by "Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles", and watch the best moments of the Tang Dynasty in the singing of "Moonlight on a Spring River". However, after turning this page, the picture suddenly turned over, as if one second it was "green cows and white horses with seven fragrant cars", and the next it was "the road has frozen bones". The rise and fall of a dynasty is so clearly revealed from the poem, as if through a thin piece of paper, Du Mu's worry and helplessness in the face of "businessmen and women don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing flowers in the backyard across the river".
Du Fu, Li Shangyin, Zhang, Wen ... Every distant name has a history, like a brush, painting black and white words into colorful Tang Dynasty.
With the growth of age, the stories in Tang poetry are gradually unsatisfied, and the sameness makes me yearn for another form of poetry. Finally, at the beginning of Chinese civilization, I found another pure and quiet world.
Once upon a time, I used to report to Xinhua Bookstore after class every Friday, and I used to wander around the classical literature area. Later, I found the Book of Songs in an antique. Don't look at the two clever characters on its cover. Once opened, those four-word poems depict a kind of natural purity completely different from reality. "Dew is frost, white dew is frost", as if returning to the ancient Qin land, in the dense reeds, dew is frost, which is a deep blue. A beautiful woman crossed the lake and smiled. Before I could see it clearly, she disappeared into the boundless water. "Acacia in ancient times can't compare with Acacia in ancient times", perhaps because Iraqis are as far away as a mirror. "On the Water Side" was moved. Looking at the Western Zhou Dynasty, it seems that there is a kind of remote and ethereal beauty.
In the fast-paced life of the city, I have always cherished this unique beauty. Wandering in the world of poetry is like stepping into another paradise, taking me to appreciate the splendid flowers of the Tang Dynasty and the mysterious ethereal spirit of the Western Zhou Dynasty, while the charming poet sits under the tree and cooks a pot of hot wine, allowing me to savor the mellow fragrance brewed for thousands of years.
The bustling and noisy city really can't give people more comfort. The dazzling neon red reminds people of the extravagance under neon lights, and the soul will land on the endless viaduct. All this is just money flowing and will killing. So I found myself another world to let go of-clear sky, flowing clouds, palm-green maple trees, lush grasslands, flowing rivers, noble white swans, cattle drinking water, lively wild flowers and looming hills in the distance. ...
It's just a painting, but it fascinates me. There is nothing but feeling relaxed and carefree-leaning on the couch, the room is full of tea, looking at paintings ... At first, dreaming ... jumping by the river, letting wild flowers and water droplets touch my dress. It's all green here, green green, green thick, too thick to melt. Wandering on the grass with baskets, sometimes singing with orioles, sometimes playing with fish in the river, sometimes greeting mother swan ... suddenly "alas, little girl", who is talking? Are you calling me? But there's nobody here! I got up the courage to ask, "Who are you? Are you calling me? " "Yes, yes, yes, I'm calling you."
The voice appeared again. I looked back and gave me a big fright. It turned out to be a big locust tree talking to me. "Hello, grandma locust tree." "I am only 1 10 years old and still very young!" "Oh, Miss Huai, do you need my help?" "Ok, thank you." "What do you want me to do for you?" "Well ... a long time ago, oh, about 100 years ago, a large group of birds lived in my canopy. They sing and dance for me every day. We were all very happy at that time. But one day, they suddenly moved away and never came back. It's been a hundred years. I'm lonely. I need friends. Can you help me find them or their descendants to live in? "
The locust tree said with tears. "Well, I'll help you. Then turn me into a bird first. " After that, Miss Sophora read a bunch of spells, and I became a golden oriole at a glance. I flapped my wings and jumped into the blue sky, looking for a bird friend of Sophora japonica. Goodbye, Miss Sophora japonica! Waiting for my good news ... Two days later, "Miss Sophora japonica ... Miss Sophora japonica ... I brought all your friends ..." I shouted to Sophora japonica from a distance, "Old friend, we are back ..." The birds also cried. "Friends, welcome back," Miss Sophora japonica shouted excitedly. "Little girl, thank you." "It's okay. Now that your friends are back, they won't move away. I finally found them, which shows how much you miss them. They will always be with you. I should go. Goodbye! " Miss locust tree turned me into the original me again, and we said goodbye.
I jumped along the river again, letting wild flowers and water drops touch my skirt ... "Bang-bang-"The sound of the wind blowing the screen window brought me back from my dream to reality, and I sat up slightly, and the tea at hand was cold. Looking at the picture in front of me, I can't help but sigh, "It's so beautiful ..."
My Another World Excellent Composition 3 The world is very big, and people will always find their own world.
Birds have their own sky; Worms have their own green leaves; Fish have their own sea.
Outside the busy and tense learning world, we always have another world of our own. Perhaps, it is a computer game; Perhaps, it is an inspirational book; Perhaps, this is a wonderful song. My other world is books, no matter what books are ok.
I like reading and buying books. Maybe I'm so obsessed with books that I can't help reading them.
When I was a child, on my fourth birthday, my mother gave me a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales. I can't put it down. I call my mother to tell me before going to bed every day. Over time, I knew everything about it, but now, due to the time difference, I almost forgot it. Every time I pick up the turned-over book again and read the contents carefully, I can't get tired of reading it. Perhaps it is the infinite charm of this book.
Today, I am still the same. At school, during activity classes, I always go to the reading room with my best friend, sometimes even to the point of forgetting myself. It was not until she urged me to eat that I reluctantly put the book back. When I put it away, I just took another look. At home, I am even more crazy, lying in bed, holding a book, obsessed with absorbing its essence. At this time, I seem to have entered the world inside the book, communicating with the protagonist, being happy and sad together. I didn't get up to do anything else until it was dark.
I remember one time, I was looking at the book How Steel was Tempered that I just bought. Just when I saw the climax, my mother suddenly asked me to have dinner. Reluctantly, I pretended not to hear and let her shout. When my mother called me for the second time, I was still indifferent. I covered my ears with paper balls and promised her, "Oh, I see, I'll be right there." Just then, my mother came in angrily and said, "well, I'll cook for you hard." You can hide here and read. You like to eat, but you don't eat! " "Say that finish, I took the book back and walked out of the room, so I had to go out for dinner. When eating, my mind is full of books, thinking about the following content. Seeing that I was absent-minded, my mother guessed my thoughts and said, "If you want to study, go to the moon and get it. "After dinner, while my mother was washing the dishes, I quietly took the book back, slipped into the room, locked the door and read it with relish.
I love reading books, because they can make me forget all my troubles, let me relax and put everything aside.
Books are my other world.