When I entered primary school, I learned more and more ancient poems. Especially after watching the Chinese Poetry Conference, I found that I could answer some questions. In particular, I saw Wu Yishu's wonderful performance on the stage, which was amazing and inspired my interest in ancient poetry.
My mother often says, "My mind is full of poems and books." Although I don't know much about it, it's good to know that my mother is talking about reciting ancient poems. By reciting, I stayed at home and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of my motherland. The vast desert of "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls into the yen"; Jiangnan, where "sunrise is better than fire, and spring is as green as blue"; In the West Lake in summer, "the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in different colors" ... Before coming to the Rainbow Waterfall in Dabie Mountain, "It seems that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days" could not help but blurt out from my mouth and describe the scenery in front of me so vividly. Isn't the willow in spring a masterpiece of "I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors"? Memorizing ancient poems, I met many great ancients, such as ambitious anti-gold stars Yue Fei and Cao Zhi, and Mulan, whose father joined the army, who lamented that they could not see the land journey of national reunification ... They seemed to stand in front of me and tell their touching stories.
Reciting ancient poems made me deeply feel the profoundness and charm of China's language and writing. Although we can't write such beautiful poems now, we should pass them on from generation to generation. May ancient poetry grow with me.
Poetry grows with me. Composition 2 As the ancients said, I am covered in poetry books. -inscription
Poetry is a cultural treasure left by our ancestors, which contains countless knowledge. I have an indissoluble bond with ancient poetry since I was a child.
When I was a child, my father always told me many stories about poetry. What impressed me the most was "Remembering a Quiet Night" told by my father: a man was wandering outside, staying in a small hotel, seeing the moonlight outside the window, and thinking of his relatives in his distant hometown. Every night, I snuggle in my father's arms and fall asleep listening to stories of ancient poems that I don't understand.
The good times didn't last long. When I was six years old, I went to the first grade and studied Pinyin. I got to know a lot of Chinese characters, fell in love with another kind of writing-the beauty of novels, and abandoned the ancient poems I couldn't understand.
Until later, I came to live in the city where my father worked in other places for a few days, just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival. In the dark yard, there is a ray of light in the bright moonlight. The moonlight shines on the "face"-the leaves of a small tree, penetrating the moonlight into the ground. Bundles of silvery white light make several crows on the tree "chirp" and make the courtyard more beautiful. In this scene, the father recited Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights": "In the atrium, ducks live in Bai Shu, and Coody Leng is silent and wet with osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into? " I froze there, only to find out: "I finally realized that the artistic conception of ancient poetry is so beautiful!" " "From then on, I fell madly in love with poetry, recited poems at home all day, and finally became a famous' poetry king' in my class.
Shishi, I am grateful to you for growing up with me. I believe that poetry will definitely play a more important role in my future growth.
Poetry grows with me. Poetry is a treasure of China culture. Its style and artistic value are world-class, and we should pass it on.
Last September, I entered the third-class course of Guo Xue College in Xianping-Selected Works of China Ancient Literature. In this course, we can recite, recite and perform ... which makes our class colorful. Teacher Wang is humorous in class, which enables us to have the Chinese ability in senior high school and even university in the fastest way. The teacher led us from The Book of Songs to Ming and Qing literature. In these seven or eight months, we have studied the poetry culture for more than two thousand years, and there are both happiness and gains and feelings on the way.
When learning Li Bai's poems and songs, we were excited one by one; Learning Du Fu's poems, each of us is sad. Learning from Yue Fei's ci, we are full of enthusiasm and awe for this great hero. While studying Nalan Xingde's Ci, we feel sad and sigh for this short-lived poet. ...
These famous sentences also inspire me to grow up. When I failed, I thought of "there are many talented people in Jiangdong, and it is unknown to make a comeback"; When I fell behind, I told myself, "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea"; When I despise others, I will think that "Fu Xuan can still be afraid of the afterlife, and her husband can't be young" ... In short, these famous poems will always grow with me.
As the saying goes, "the master leads the door and practices in the individual." I must rely on my own strength, don't waste good time, and go further and further on the road of poetry. Be a useful person to the society in the future and shine your own light!
Poetry grows with me. Composition 4 After studying the book A Brief History of China Ancient Literature, I learned from nothing to recite poems fluently, and I felt the greatness of our motherland's literary history and the good intentions of teacher Wang Xianping. From the book, I learned not only poetry, but also the whole cultural history.
In the process of learning, I feel that I have crossed, returned to the pre-Qin Dynasty, returned to the Han Dynasty, and returned to the prosperous Tang Dynasty ... Every poem, every literary knowledge, and every historical story are repeated over and over again in my mind. I deeply feel the profoundness of classical literature, the beautiful rhythm and aesthetic feeling of classical poetry, and many artistic conceptions have deeply infected me. I really answered that sentence, "Reading is like writing". With my in-depth study of this book, my writing level has also made great progress.
The most important thing is Mr. Wang's explanation. That historical knowledge has become very interesting since then. I was listening to Mr. Wang's eloquent explanation, and suddenly I felt that history and literature were flowing in my blood. I am a descendant of the Chinese people. I want to learn the literature of my ancestors. I am willing to accept teacher Wang's teaching. China's ancient literature is not only what we should learn, but also what we should seriously feel. We should accept literature in fun and feel literature in happiness.
Those poems that I recited, like food, melted into my body, making me as optimistic and optimistic as Su Shi. It makes me love my motherland. It makes me study as hard as Li Bai.
Yes, this is the power of literature and this is the power of history. In China, as a descendant of the Chinese people, I am proud that we have such a long history and so many literary treasures that future generations can feel its beauty.
While I am still young, I will seize the opportunity to study literature well. Young people are strong, then the country is strong!
Selected Works of a Brief History of China Ancient Literature grew up with me!
Poetry grows with me. For me, the most profound and unforgettable thing in this world is the poems and songs that accompanied me since I was a child.
The warm spring breeze came, and as soon as the first snow fell, the buds on the branches couldn't wait to stick out their heads. "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river warms the duck prophet." I lay in front of the window, reading a brand-new children's story book with excitement and pleasure. The wind as happy as spring breeze is blowing violently in my heart, telling me how beautiful poetry is. Birds on the branches outside the window also poked their heads out and rolled their eyes like glass balls to feel the beauty of this poem.
It has entered the summer, and the lotus flowers are also in bloom, and the petals from pink to white are swaying gently with the breeze. On the riverside, I bowed my head deeply, like an eggplant beaten by frost, looking at the bright red music on the roll, silent, and my eyes were red. "I was born useful, spinning a thousand silver, all come back!" Li Bai's poetry suddenly sounded in my ear and his proud expression suddenly appeared in front of me.
A pot of wine and a sword sang all the way into the prosperous and beautiful Chang' an city, and it was a blockbuster from then on. The imperial concubine holds the inkstone, and Gao Lishi takes off his boots, never concealing a trace of pride. Even if he is demoted, he is not beheaded. Suddenly, I feel that the madness in my heart is burning. Since God has given talents, let them find jobs! !
The cold wind is mixed with the elves whistling in the snow-white rain, and the world of snow is white. Leaning against the window, I suddenly saw a figure shoveling snow in the wind. People on the roadside just hurried by and didn't care. When I came to my senses, I saw that "everything is smashed into mud and ground into dust, but the fragrance remains the same". A sudden heat flow came to my mind and I took a shovel from home and ran down.
This poem and words attracted me and told me the truth. Very meaningful and memorable!
Poetry and words grew up with me, and I love them!
Poetry grows with me. Writing 6 Learning poetry is like walking into fantasy and experiencing the magic. It's like flying into a cloud and experiencing that illusion; It's like stepping into a pure land and experiencing its purity.
After reading Selected Works of a Brief History of China Ancient Literature, I have a better understanding of poetry. Before, I didn't know there were so many interesting things in poetry waiting for me to discover. I didn't know that poetry could be recited. I didn't know that there were so many touching stories behind every great writer. ...
I learned a lot by studying this book. I swam in the ocean of poetry, and I learned that the poems written by Nalan Xingde were beautiful and somewhat sad. I know that Su Shi and his younger brother have deep feelings. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish this in ancient times. I hope that people will last for a long time and be beautiful for thousands of miles. " I know the sadness of Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, after the country's demise. "How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. " I know Du Fu's poem "Autumn wind breaks the thatched cottage" which cares about people's sufferings: "All the poor people in the world laugh". I know that Li Bai is of royal blood, and I know a lot. ...
Poetry, like a feast, is waiting for you to taste the ups and downs; Like a piece of Wang Yang, waiting for you to appreciate its magnificence; Like a picture scroll, waiting for you to experience the green mountains, blue sky and white clouds, birds, animals, fish and insects.
I like poetry because it gives me a different feeling-the joy of wandering in literature is indescribable. Only by tasting it yourself can you feel this kind of happiness that you can only understand but can't express.
Poetry grows with me. Composition 7 Du Li's article is there, full of flames. Poems in Tang and Song Dynasties are like shining stars in China's culture for thousands of years, which fascinates me, confuses me and intoxicates me. Read poetry with your heart, and you are completely spiritually baptized by the "crystal stone in the stream".
I like the bright night sky. "A round of autumn shadows turns to golden waves, and flying mirrors are re-ground." Looking at the bright moon, I can't help but want to be like Li Bai, "until I raise my cup and ask the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." The breeze cicadas, frogs croak, wandering in the night, somewhat nostalgic for "the lack of lakes on the east, the white sand embankment under the shade of green poplar."
I like poetic seasons. In spring, in nature, I feel the comfort of "flowers are getting more and more attractive, and shallow grass can have no horseshoes"; In summer, I snapped the picture of "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner and the dragonfly stood on his head" by the pool. In autumn, I plunged into Qian Shan, and there was clearly a tender feeling of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves red over February flowers"; In winter, in the corner, I look for the miracle of "a few plums in a corner, cold ling blossoms alone"
I like the blood in poetry. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty when you smile. A pile of loess in front of Yue Fei's tomb has made countless Chinese children's blood rush. "Since ancient times, no one has died in life. It is the spirit of Wen Tianxiang and the heroism of Wen Tianxiang." "There are thousands of spacious buildings in Qian Qian, and the poor in the world are happy." Du Fu, who sleeps in the wind and meals, regardless of his hunger and cold, is preoccupied with food and clothing on earth.
Poetry is like a song, singing the heroic passion in your heart; Poetry is like a play, interpreting the joys and sorrows of life; Poetry is like a book, telling a silent history of bloodshed. Poetry, I can't help myself. There are thousands of poems written by Andrew, and all the scholars in the world are happy!
Poetry grows with me. Poetry occupies a very important position in China's 5,000-year-old culture. I don't know when I became my inseparable friend.
I have been educated in poetry since I was a child. In the morning, "Goose, Goose, Goose, think about Xiang Tiange." The sound of reading always wakes the neighbors from their sweet sleep; At night, "the foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Could it have been frosted?"? "The loud endorsement of neighbors often makes it difficult to sleep. At this point, my parents are still very strict, but when I show my grades to my mother, my strict mother will also laugh happily. In this way, accompanied by poetry, I had a wonderful childhood.
When I grow up, I am still not idle. "I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow." This voice still echoes in the neighbors' ears. Slowly, I learned Song Ci from Tang poetry and classical Chinese from Song Ci. I have seen all kinds of styles. When I read a book of poems, I basically know all the problems in it, and I can recite the whole poem. I grow up gradually, but time is getting less and less. ...
Later, because of my homework, I didn't have enough time to appreciate the poems slowly, so I had to squeeze out some time to recite them. Once, in my dream, I came to a place where there was a towering tree. There is an old man with flowers lying under the tree. The old man got up slowly and looked at me quietly. The warm spring breeze in March blows his familiar and extremely kind face. I remember, isn't this old man Confucius in the book? He smiled at me and then turned and walked away. When I woke up, Confucius was gone, but his kind smile kept coming to my eyes, as if to tell me his encouragement.
Today, Shishi accompanied me through 1 1 spring, summer, autumn and winter. I believe it will still be with me after many years, feeling the wind and experiencing the rain. ...
Poetry grew with me. Nine poems endow Chinese children with wisdom and civilized life. This is the story of ancient wisdom and thought. Poetry often gives people infinite reverie and exclamation. The ancient civilization has a long history, and the images created by poetry also contain rich emotions and colors.
I believe everyone must have come into contact with many poems from primary school to junior high school, including me. Every time I study poetry, some are written by poets who miss their hometown, and some are written by poets who are eager for light in the dark world. These poems all contain the poet's true feelings.
In my spare time, I will also read some poems, sit at the table and have a cool breeze outside the window to calm down. Feeling the cool breeze is like being in a poet's artistic conception, carefree and free. Poetry has given me rich cultural background and taught me to face the changes in my life. Thousands of catchy poems are short.
The long river of history, choppy, carrying thick loess, runs eastward. Poetry, like a clear and gentle stream along a fast-flowing river, reflects the glittering and translucent brilliance like a diamond. I follow the footsteps of poetry, step by step to the east, with sadness and joy, with points and combinations. Every path tells me one beautiful and moving story after another, accompanied by the poet's joys and sorrows, pursuits and poetic footprints.
I live with poetry day and night, and it is my best friend. In the process of getting along with it, I will understand a lot of human truth, know how to live, struggle, create my own miracle and implement my life goals. It has done so much for me, but I can only be grateful. I read ancient poems and I like them very much.
Poetry accompanied me to grow up. Composition 10 "Jasper plays the role of a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk hang down", "You don't see how the water of the Yellow River moves to the sky, enters the ocean, and never returns", "I am angry, rushing to the crown, leaning against the railing, and raining", "The old vine is faint, the bridge is flowing, and the ancient road is thin" With these poems, I can't help but sigh: Poetry lives with me!
"Goose, goose, goose, Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. " This should be the first poem that most of us learn. It is this poem that makes us receive the beauty of poetry for the first time.
When we grow up, we are also exposed to more poems. Wang Zhihuan's "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city on Wan Ren Mountain" reflects the tragic and desolate scene of the frontier fortress; Han Yu's "The rain in the sky is crisp and crisp, and the color of the grass is far and near, but there is no" wrote the grass scene in early spring; Gao Ding's poem "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke" depicts the beautiful scene of spring. ...
Poetry is not only beautiful, but also inspires me some philosophy of life. Li Bai's "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" tells us not to be discouraged; Li Qingzhao's "life is a hero, death is a hero" inspires us to set up lofty aspirations; Mao Zedong's "Let bygones be bygones, count romantic figures and look at the present" made me understand that we should not only remember history, but also move forward towards the future. ...
Poetry is the essence of ancient culture in China, which embodies the thoughts and feelings of the ancients. So reading poetry, we can gain a lot.
Poetry, grow up with me.
Poetry accompanied me to grow up. Writing 1 1 Chinese studies are people's spiritual food. It can open people's minds, it can change people's character, it can change people's living habits, it can change our lives!
Su Shi once said, "We are full of poems and books." Mr. Wang, who gave us a gift from Sinology Academy, didn't ask us to be a great sage like Confucius, but only asked us to start from ourselves and be a qualified young gentleman from now on.
Since I entered the academy, I have been influenced by bold and elegant poems, and my cultural level has been continuously improved. Under the leadership of Mr. Wang, we learned about poetry, the author and the long history of our great motherland. In the past, I could only recite the most common poems of famous poets such as Li Bai and Du Fu, and I could only memorize them by rote. Only then did I know how terrible it is not to have a good learning method! But after Mr. Wang's class, 180 degrees changed dramatically, and I felt like I had gone from a deserted desert to a vibrant oasis. Teacher Wang let my consciousness cross from ancient times to the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, fully reading poetry books, enriching our knowledge and correcting many wrong pronunciations and annotations before.
When traveling to Chengdu, you can read the book aloud in front of Wuhou Temple, or you can improvise the Song of Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage in Du Fu Cottage. At that time, my parents praised me for reciting well and applied literature to my life. Because Mr. Wang taught us to travel with culture and visit the beautiful scenery of the motherland. Use literature to build a beautiful heart for yourself, feel the greatness of Chinese studies with your heart, and experience the magnificence of my motherland with practice!
Remember, a strong teenager makes a strong country! Let's live every day with our heart. Come on, I'm China boy!
Poetry grows with me. When I was a child, my mother always took me for a walk. At that time, the time was poetic and the scenery was beautiful.
The lake is beautiful in early spring. Willow regards the lake as a mirror and combs her long green hair. That long hair seems to be carved by emeralds, and it looks very delicate and beautiful. Mother said, "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk hang down."
The lake in midsummer is beautiful. The lotus is slim and graceful, and a pink face is embroidered with nobility. Mom added: "The wind is full of green flowers and clean flowers, and the rain is full of Ran Ran's red fragrance."
The lakeshore in early autumn is beautiful. Colorful autumn leaves fall all over the floor, decorating childhood dreams. Mother said: "The autumn wind starts in Bai Yunfei, and the grass falls in Yan Huang and returns to the south."
In the dead of winter, the lake is beautiful. The cold froze the lake. Mother said, "The moon is far from the sea, and the pool is full of hard ice."
Scenery throughout the year is fragrant and moist, adding a bit of interest.
When I grow up, I no longer need my mother to read poems for me. I often appreciate the beauty of Tang poetry and Song poetry in my spare time.
Thousands of years old Jane's family exudes evening fragrance, fine and simple folk customs; The beautiful scenery of Yang Liuan Xiaofeng's waning moon is engraved with the account of breaking up; Clouds are like flowers, beautiful, horses make the road fast, bows like thunderbolts, showing the courage to serve the country faithfully. ...
Along the way, poetry enriched my youth.
Poetry grows with me. Composition 13 My parents have been teaching me ancient poetry since I can remember.
When I was three years old, my mother taught me to recite Li Bai's thoughts on a quiet night. "The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found it was moonlight and remembered my hometown. " When I sing this poem, thunderous applause from my relatives will ring in my ears.
"Jasper makeup into a tree high, hanging green silk sash in ten thousand. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " When I was in the lower grade of primary school, He's poem "Singing Willow" was an ancient poem that I had to recite.
As I grew older, I went to middle school, and the poems I had to recite became more and more complicated. For example, "An old friend stayed in the Yellow Crane Tower in the West, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." "Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard someone singing on the shore." These poems all contain deep feelings.
The older I grow up, the harder it is to write ancient poems.
Gradually, I went to the senior grade. I became the big brother of my brothers and sisters at the same school, and I learned ancient poetry on the next level. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "This is one of our textbooks, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer. This poem expresses the author's deep love for his mother.
Ancient poetry is my good partner since childhood. I would like to grow up in the ocean of ancient poetry.
Poetry grew with me. Poetry is the culture of China people. They are short and profound. Let's go into poetry and learn about our culture. I have learned a lot since I studied Selected Works of a Brief History of China Ancient Literature for more than a year.
Through Su Shi's "River of no return, waves are exhausted, eternal romantic figures", I understand that a man should have a big mind. I know what you are crying through Nalan Xingde's "I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I remember my life in the heartbroken voice". Let me understand the poet's longing for his hometown. Through Zhang's Sad Qin and Han Dynasties, all the palaces and palaces were dug up. Xing, the people suffer; People suffer when they die. "Let me know the hardships of the people at that time, and know that our life is very good now, so we should study hard.
Learning the book A Brief History of China Ancient Literature makes me feel happy. In the process of study, I get good grades in the exam, and I will hear my mother's voice: "I did well in this exam, and I will continue to work hard next time." I will be very happy. Although what my mother said is just a short sentence, it is no longer ordinary, but it gives me great encouragement and makes me feel the joy of success. Learning this book also made me gain a lot. I keep learning new knowledge, reviewing old knowledge, learning poetry, and also let me learn to be a man. People should be generous, kind, modest and considerate. Give a helping hand when others are in trouble. Only such a person can become a gentleman.
Before each class, we will salute and say, "Learn the classic culture and be a young gentleman." These ten words, along with my growth, have inspired my life, and I like this course very much.