I remember when I was a child, my mother seldom told me stories, and almost all she told me were ancient poems. It sounds boring at first, but slowly, I find it more and more interesting.
When I heard Yang Wanli's saying, "When there is no rain, I always open an umbrella, not to cover my head, but to make the wind", I held up a big umbrella at home and waved it around to find the direction of the wind. When I hear Du Mu's poem "The night in day order is as cool as water, and I sit and watch the morning glory and the weaver star", I will look up at the starry sky and look for the cowherd and the weaver star in the Milky Way ... Ancient poems have brought a lot of fun to my childhood. Reading ancient poems, I will restore the poet's scene and find a lot of fun.
Gong Zizhen's "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers", which I like since I was a child. Ever since I heard this, I have a soft spot for fallen flowers. I especially like to pick up fallen flowers and make all kinds of perfumes with them, and the remaining flowers will be mixed into the soil. Every time my mother thinks about what I am doing, I will openly answer, "I am helping the fallen petals find their way home." Mom will smile and play with me.
gradually, I grew up. I no longer play with fallen petals, but poems often linger in my ears. I began to feel the poetic and infinite power brought by ancient poetry. What kind of emotion the poet endowed the fallen flowers with? The flowers withered and fell into the soil. This natural phenomenon was discovered by the poet. He thought that flowers would not forget their mission, and they would rather infiltrate themselves into the soil and fulfill their wishes to care for the newly blooming flowers in the next year. Why does the poet have this idea? The poet compares the fallen flower to himself, and uses the fallen flower to express that although he resigned from his post and returned to his hometown, he should also be determined to contribute to future generations.
Ancient poems are fantastic, magical, inspiring and powerful. It makes me look forward to the friendship of "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet's, not as good as Wang Lun's". It makes me shake the patriotic feeling of "Julian Waghann decided to celebrate the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice was never forgotten". It makes me sing the great maternal love of "carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home" and makes me look forward to the open-minded feeling of "all rivers run into the sea, and tolerance is great".
Learning and loving ancient poems, poets' love and hate are everywhere in our lives, "where, before me, are the ages that have gone?, and where, behind me, are the coming generations?"! I am proud of China's 5,-year history, and the light given by ancient poems will illuminate my way forward.