First of all, reading Tang poetry can let me know many words. I remember when I was reading Chai Lu by Wang Wei, I was studying Chai Lu, because I had known the firewood of matches for a long time. Later, with the help of my mother, I realized that this word is also pronounced Zhai. It means stockade. Later, when I read Li Yi's "Jiangnan Qu", the first sentence was "Since I married a Qutang businessman", and the last word I knew was Jia. My mother said I was wrong. I didn't see it clearly until I looked carefully. The phonetic notation of this word is ancient. I was very surprised. The word is Jia. How to pronounce ancient? When I looked it up in the dictionary, I realized that the word was polyphonic. Gu means businessman. In this way, I know a lot of words I didn't know before, and I know another sound meaning of polyphonic words.
The rhyme of Tang poetry is very rhyming, which makes it catchy to read. My mom says it's called rhythmic beauty. Like singing. For example, Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn", I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. The morning light, birds and teenagers here are all the ao yun in Changling's "Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Parting", and they enter Wu on a cold rainy night to bid farewell to visitors from Chushan. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Here Wu, Gu and Hu bet on U rhyme. My mother taught me: "As long as you can master the rhyme, it will be nice to read and easy to recite." I read and recite as my mother told me, and I really feel much better.
Not only that, Tang poetry also told me a lot of truth. What I remember most clearly is Du Qiuniang's "The Witch Clothes", which advises you not to cherish the witch clothes and to cherish your youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. When I first read this poem, I didn't know what witch hazel was, so I asked my mother. Mom said it was a dress made of gold thread. I'm surprised to hear that. How expensive clothes made of gold thread are! Mother said that Du Qiuniang wrote this poem to persuade us to cherish our youth and study science and culture hard. Let's read it. In this way, I studied the poem carefully. Only then do I know that no matter how expensive clothes are, you don't have to cherish them in a luxurious life. What we should cherish most is the good times. We should seize the good time of teenagers, study hard and make contributions to the motherland when we grow up. "Black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late." If you don't study now, you can only sigh in vain when you are old. It is too late.
When reading the Long March, I seemed to see a lovely ancient woman through my mother's explanation. She is smart, warm and polite, and greets her fellow villagers warmly. Mom said that what my brother and I lack is enthusiasm. I don't know how to say hello when I meet someone. Once when I was playing in the park, I saw my grandmother exercising in the park, but I didn't know how to say hello to her. My grandmother also called me a "cold-blooded animal" for this reason. After learning this poem, I also tried to greet my acquaintances and relatives, and they all said that I had changed.
Tang poetry also made me know a lot of people and learned a lot about being a man and learning. For example, Lu Lun's Xia Sai Qu series. I met the general who said, "A man stood up, gave new orders, and a thousand battalions shouted." I felt that the general "the next morning, he found his white arrow deeply stuck in the hard rock." Strength, admire the general's wisdom of fighting "we chased them, went into battle lightly, and filled our bows and swords with snow". After winning the battle, more soldiers "let's drink and dance in our golden armor! Let's thunder on the rivers and mountains with our drums! " Rejoicing. After reading Dai Shulun's Doctor Temple in San Lv, I realized that Qu Zi, who died unjustly, was also Qu Yuan. When my mother told me the story of Qu Yuan, I was moved by the story and wanted to find a book about Qu Yuan to read. Mom said this book is in our school library, and I'm going to borrow it when I start school and have a good look. Read Pei Di's Send Cui Jiu, although you want to return to this maze of mountains, oh, let them fill your heart with surprises! . Instead of learning from Wu Lingren described by Tao Yuanming, he stayed in the Peach Blossom Garden for a few days and then hurried out of the mountain. My mother told me about Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden in Jin Dynasty. I feel that this poem was written especially for me. This poem tells me that no matter what I do, I must persevere. Can't be like Wu Lingren in the Peach Blossom Garden, who went to the Peach Blossom Garden and came back. You should also persevere in your study. You can't fish for three days and dry the net for two days. Just like we recite ancient poems. If I had insisted, I would have memorized all 300 songs. Unfortunately, it didn't persist in the middle several times, resulting in more than one hundred songs now. I must insist on reciting a song every day in the future.
Tang poetry has brought me too many benefits. In the future, I will continue to recite Tang poems. With the company of Tang poetry, I will live a happier and more fulfilling life.
A simple and innocent heart, like a flower, slowly blooms under the nourishment of poetry …
Childhood, Poetry and Me
My mother began to teach me to recite ancient poems when I first learned to write Chinese characters with ants crawling askew.
Holding an illustrated book of ancient poetry, my mother accompanied me to travel to the kingdom of ancient poetry. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son." These sentences were engraved in my ignorant heart word by word. I don't quite understand the meaning of poetry, but I know that grass can't burn out, but it grows up when the spring breeze blows; I understand that all mothers love their children and let them eat well and wear warm clothes. These sentences sound like singing. How nice! So I chewed sugar in my mouth, held a book in my arms, and read one ancient poem after another against the sound of pinyin milk.
Teenagers, Poetry and Me
"Mom, hundreds of thousands of years have passed since ancient poetry. Why do we have to read and recite them? " I asked my mother puzzled.
"Because it represents the long and splendid culture of China! Read more books and recite more poems, and you will understand the truth contained in them, and you will be able to enrich the literary heritage and become a person who is fully committed. " Mom answered me.
So I picked up the book and continued to recite ancient poems. From primary school to junior high school, the book in my hand has changed from "Selected Ancient Poems" to "Poetry Collection".
"I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west." "Seven or eight stars are in the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xiqiao. " "The sky is connected with clouds and smoke, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance." ……
I have been able to recite a lot of Tang poetry and Song poetry fluently and understand poetry. Read the text in the Chinese book again, and it will be easy to read it thoroughly; When you write a composition, you can easily choose words and make sentences.
Youth, Poetry and Me
"Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon." It embodies the poet Yan Shu. How bitter is it? Who can comfort his loneliness?
"How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Looking back, what kind of sadness and regret does Li Yu, who has become a prisoner?
When I grow up, I am no longer satisfied with simply understanding ancient poems, but simply reciting them. I am appreciating them with a mature mind and rich perceptual knowledge.
Focusing on this, I can see the solo dance of poets' souls and hear their emotional monologues:
"Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward." Du Fu, a "poet saint", is old and sick, sometimes sad, and he is in a foreign land, asking lonely autumn scenery to speak for him. "Asked the shutter, but Haitang still. Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "One night, the wind was strong and the rain was sudden. When I woke up in the Ming Dynasty, the leaves were greener, but the flowers withered. Things always change unconsciously. As Xi Murong said in A Flowering Tree, "How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment?" What a deep and burning emotion it is to express yearning for beautiful love and nostalgia for youth with simple and elegant poems!
From the reading of babbling as a child to the appreciation of growing old, beautiful poems have sown seeds in my heart, sprouted and blossomed. Gradually, I can understand the deeper connotation and richer emotions contained in the poem.
Ancient poetry grew up with me. It purified my soul and cultivated my sentiment. I am determined to continue to set sail, accompanied by ancient poetry, and sail to a bright distance!