I was three years old when I first came into contact with poetry. At that time, I was confused by a poem "Thinking about a Quiet Night", and reciting poems became a nightmare. My little heart really hates Li Bai. Graffiti has nothing to do with me, it's harmful! At this time, for the impression of poetry, my eyes are only boundless darkness.
When I was older, I came into contact with more and more poems in primary school. Poets such as Du Fu, Li Shangyin and Du Mu have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and occasionally some poems bloom in my composition. When I write about Tomb-Sweeping Day, my composition will naturally have the words "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die". At that time, the teacher solemnly told us: "You must add this sentence, and this article will become emotional and tasteful." When writing the Mid-Autumn Festival, my composition must be indispensable "When will there be a bright moon? At that time, I couldn't fully understand the feelings expressed by the poet, just like a three-year-old child, looking at a university topic, unable to understand the charm of poetry, just recited it at one breath. I just saw the faint light from the sun behind the dark clouds. Like a candle blown by a breeze, the candle flickers on and off.
I really understood the charm of poetry when I was in junior high school. In junior high school, poetry has expanded its territory in textbooks, accounting for an increasing proportion, and it has become a nutrition that middle school students must absorb. Only through the teacher's explanation can I appreciate the charm of poetry. It is like a beautiful silver silk thread, which draws me into the palace of poetry. When I entered junior high school, the first poem I learned was Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea. In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao was portrayed as a sinister villain, but after watching Watching the Sea, I felt Cao Cao's ambition to make contributions. In my mind, Cao Cao became a leader with lofty aspirations and eager to unify the whole country.
Whenever I recite Looking at the Sea, I seem to see a red sun rising from Ran Ran in the east, giving off dazzling light. It broke through the thick clouds, red as blood, dyed half the sky red, reflecting the distant sea water. The mountain island is covered with a red scarf, grass grows vigorously, and an eagle flies towards the sunrise.
The second song that impressed me deeply was Li Qingzhao's Dream. Li Qingzhao is the most beautiful orchid in the graceful garden. She used to be a well-off family, but she was forced by the war. Her family was ruined, displaced and poor, just like a petal falling into the water. Li Qingzhao's "Ci" has been polished by the destruction of the country and the death of the family, and has changed from fresh and bright in the early days to full of sadness. Dream as a Dream is a typical representative of Li Qingzhao's early poems, which describes the joy of a girl when she is playing. Li Qingzhao's later works "Slow Sound" and "Sorrow" represent Li Qingzhao's hardships and deep sadness. Reading this, I seem to see that the sun is blocked by a dark cloud with dazzling Phnom Penh. I firmly believe that the sun will disperse the dark clouds and shine more brightly.
Because of my fascination with poetry, I have gone further and further on the road of Chinese, and my Chinese achievements have also advanced by leaps and bounds. Poetry has become the sunshine in my life. I am like a bird, flying freely in the golden sunshine; I am like a grass, bathed in sunshine and growing happily; I am like a fish swimming in the ocean of poetry.
From Shang and Zhou Dynasties to Qing Dynasty, countless poets stepped onto the historical stage and left their masterpieces. They gather together and become the sunshine in my life, guiding me forward.