When I was a child, when I just babbled, my mother read poetry by my side, and that's when I fell in love with poetry.
When I first went to kindergarten, the kindergarten teacher sometimes read a few ancient poems after class. I sometimes stayed next to the teacher and said a few poems gradually, but I only knew how to say this poem and didn't know the meaning of words and poems at all. But when guests come to our house, my parents always ask me to recite some poems, but at that time, my teeth were irregular and I missed a little. Now I want to laugh when I think about it.
Sometimes I don't understand the meaning of poetry, and my father will tell me the meaning of poetry at a specific time and place. For example, on a full moon night, let's talk about Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. Tell me under what circumstances the author wrote this poem at that time, and then tell me the meaning. I also nodded and said a few words.
Dad sometimes tests me, so I pretend to say a few words of the poet, but they are basically wrong. Dad will pretend to be angry and want to hit me, but he will still bear to explain the meaning of this poem to me again so that I can understand it basically.
Thanks to my father's test, I won a sigh of relief for our class in the school's China Poetry Competition in the third grade of primary school and got a lot of points. Our class is naturally the first, and my personal grades are naturally the first.
Thank you for growing up with me; Thank you for the pleasure poetry brings me; Thank you for your poem, which gives our class a sigh of relief!
Chapter two: Poetry grows with me.
I like poetry, especially ancient poems. Those short poems, which condensed the wisdom of the ancients, lasted for a long time in Micari, gave me a lot of inspiration, led me into the beautiful nature, and inspired me to cherish time and study hard.
In February, the spring breeze cut off the green leaves and decorated the gradually green south of the Yangtze River. I followed in the footsteps of the poet. At this time, people are intoxicated in this beautiful spring, and no one will call me a teenager anymore. The green lotus leaves and different red lotus flowers in summer must be not much different from the beautiful scenery of the West Lake written by Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty. In autumn, I also tried to fly fireflies on cold nights, but I was more interested in enjoying the frosty leaves redder than February flowers. In winter, the plum blossoms opened by Ling Cold alone are fragrant. Ah! Nature is so magical and beautiful!
When I stepped into the primary school campus, bid farewell to my beloved doll and walked into the ocean of knowledge, ancient poems inspired me to cherish time and study hard. Although there is no need to light the night light, I also understand that a teenager is easy to get old, and an inch of time is an inch of light. Only by studying hard while dark hair is early will it not lead to regret or old age in the future. Facing the daily homework, I never look forward to tomorrow, because if I wait for the Ming Dynasty, there will be another thing in the Ming Dynasty. I believe that as long as we firmly grasp every day, everything will not be in vain.
In the later life, poetry will also guide me all the way forward. I want to study hard, go up a storey still higher, I want to repay the Third Spring Festival, my parents, and I want to build a better motherland with my heart.
Chapter three: Poetry grows with me.
Gorky once said: Books are the ladder of human progress. This famous saying is deeply imprinted in my heart. When I start reading, my mother will listen, read and watch some Tang poetry and Song poetry. Since then, poetry has grown with me and formed an indissoluble bond with me. Poetry enriched my childhood!
Poetry makes me happy.
When I was a child, I recited Luo's poem "Goose Fu" and felt very naive. But when I grew up, I looked at Luo's information and sighed: Luo was so powerful! This poem was actually written when Luo was seven years old!
Whenever I am immersed in the ocean of poetry, just like a small fish absorbing nutrition in the boundless sea, I am so happy! Knowledge is constantly being absorbed in the sea, and I believe it will definitely benefit me a lot!
Poetry fascinates me.
I am also an active person in my spare time: I am good at playing basketball, skateboarding, taekwondo and badminton. Whenever I come across a book of poetry, I will read it carefully and sometimes recite it unconsciously. In a reading contest at school, I heard a class recite Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", which was very passionate and I couldn't help but be interested! I read a book "The Biography of Yue Fei" before. Yue Fei is a great anti-gold star! Unfortunately, he died tragically at the hands of treacherous court official Qin Gui. As soon as I got home, I went back to this song "Man Jiang Hong" with great care. Read and read, and you will soon be able to recite an outline until you are interrupted by your father's urging. After I casually replied, I continued reading until the roar rang again, and I reluctantly put down this collection of poems.
Poetry haunts me from time to time and grows with me! Thank you for accompanying me all the way!
Chapter four: recite poems in the morning and grow up with me.
Every morning, when I walk into the teaching building, the sound of chanting poems comes to my ears. I feel a force pouring into my heart and nourishing my dry land. Suddenly, I feel particularly warm. I think this is the power given to me by poetry! Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
Poetry brings us happiness; Poetry has brought us a beautiful today; Poetry brings us a wealth of knowledge; Poetry brings us eternal green hills; Poetry brings us a clever brain; Poetry moistens my soul.
The success of your dream requires sweat, wisdom, hard work and struggle. If we want to see farther and stand higher, we will be in by going up one flight of stairs. We will say: But you only need to go up a flight of stairs, and you can broaden your vision of 300 miles! .
On the road of pursuing truth, the road ahead is still long, but I will persevere and spare no effort to pursue and explore. We will say: It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down for it! .
When we encounter problems that can't be solved, we will say: there is no way for mountains and rivers, and there is another village! The gift of poetry can also be expressed in life.
Poetry, like a ray of warm sunshine, gives me light; Poetry, like a bunch of gorgeous flowers, gave me gorgeous colors; Poetry, like a white cloud, gives me a vast blue sky; Poetry, like a small fish, gave me a blue sea! Poetry can imagine our hearts!
Thanks for reciting in the morning, we have learned a wealth of knowledge; Thanks to the poet, let us grow up happily; Thank you for your morning, which makes us full of energy! The plan of the day lies in the morning, reading in the morning. With our happy growth, let's read with relish and infatuation in the morning!
Morning is the prime time of the day, and it is also the happiest time for us. Let's cherish it! Morning reading can let us greet a new day with a brand-new and energetic mood!
Chapter five: Poetry grows with me.
Prose echoes the echo of the soul, novels extend the horizon of life, and poems awaken the inner romance.
Actually, I like poetry very much. I think it is beautiful, but it is too difficult to understand. The teacher said that my life experience is not enough and my literary accomplishment is not high enough. Maybe! Therefore, every time I read it, I just read it word for word and didn't think about it (because I didn't understand it). After reading it, I just didn't read it, but sometimes with the help of the teacher, I can understand a little and probably guess what it wants to express.
I have read many poems, and my favorite is Pushkin's If Life Deceives You. It happened that my aunt and grandfather had a car accident, my mother's grandmother died, my brother and aunt were ill in hospital, and my father's car was stolen. At that time, my sky seemed to be covered with dark clouds, and I kept asking myself: Why did life play such a big joke on me? It was really about to collapse. The threatening senior high school entrance examination is approaching day by day, but people around me are busy one after another. I have no grandparents since I was a child. I follow my mother between wards every day, and then drag myself into the classroom every day. In the face of all the jokes in life, I only know how to cry at an early age, knowing that crying can't solve the problem, but tears of disappointment will still come to my eyes. The young political teacher gave me this poem "If Life Deceives You", and she also explained it to me, yes! If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient, you need peace in blue days.
Poetry is a bit difficult to understand, but it has a lot of connotation. As long as you understand it, you will benefit a lot. Pushkin's If Life Deceives You accompanied me through that time.
Poetry grows with me!
Chapter six: Poetry grows with me.
Up and down for five thousand years, in the ancient civilization of China, poetry is a string of bright pearls, and the most brilliant is Tang poetry. I like Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night, Du Fu's Jueju, and Cui Hao's The Yellow Crane Tower. As soon as the spring rain falls, I think of Du Fu's nourishing things. When the snow fell, I thought of blowing open the petals of 10,000 pear trees in Cen Can. However, the poem that penetrated my heart was Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer.
I am too young to travel. She sewed so carefully and mended so thoroughly that I have no experience. However, the maternal love I experienced was that my mother was strict with me.
I remember when I first babbled, my mother taught me to play the piano. I was very playful when I was young, and my mother was very strict with me, which was fully reflected when she taught me to play the piano. My mother will sternly point out that I have made a mistake in one note and one hand shape, and she will hit me if I don't correct it in time. My mother often taught me the story that it was difficult to learn the piano when I was a child. My mother had a hard time learning piano when she was a child. There is no piano at home. My mother has to practice the piano in the school music classroom. In winter, my mother went to practice the piano and took a warm water bag from home to warm her hands. At first, it was ok. Before long, the warm water bag became cold and her hands stopped working, but she gritted her teeth and persisted. Under such conditions, my mother learned the piano and became a piano teacher. The story of my mother learning the piano inspires me, spurs me and exerts a subtle influence on me.
Mother's sternness is also reflected in daily life. I especially like KFC. My mother thinks this is junk food and won't let me eat it. Whenever I pass by KFC, I drool and think: What does it matter if I eat once in a while? But my mother strictly controls it, so far I haven't eaten KFC several times.
My mother's love for me is fully reflected in strictness. My growth and health are inseparable from my mother's strict love. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? I will repay Sanchunhui with my healthy growth and excellent academic performance!
Chapter 7: Poetry grows with me.
Poetry, unique charm; Poetry is elegant and pure. Just those simple words can clearly show its different styles.
It was a sunny noon, and the teacher asked us to recite four ancient poems we had just learned. Come on, see how confident you are! The students who were named by you to recite Xijiang Moon stood up. As soon as he finished the title of Xijiangyue, he couldn't think of envoys and the Tang Dynasty. He scratched his head for a while and scratched his hand for a while, perhaps unfamiliar. Look at the way he scratched his head, I really want to laugh! At this time, the teacher shook his head in disappointment and motioned for the classmate to sit down. Soon, the first classmate ended in failure. He patted his head the moment he sat down. Oh, I remember! Mingyue surprised the teacher and shook her head helplessly, and the students burst into laughter.
The challenge has begun again. The teacher ordered a female classmate and said, help him back! This female classmate is short and thin, and I doubt whether she can recite it. At this time, she completed the teacher's task with a loud and clear voice. That female classmate succeeded in becoming the champion. She looked at her deskmate with sharp eyes, as if to say, how about you try one! Her deskmate was called over and they were talking with their eyes. His stupid voice makes us want to laugh! But he recited it fluently.
Teacher Li said with a smile, how nice! Not only can you fight back at the same table, but you can also recite ancient poems better. It really deserves to kill two birds with one stone!
The bell is jingling, the bell is ringing, and we are reluctant to part with the class.
Yes, poetic words really taught me how to feel. Poetry may be short, but it is always so incisive; Poetry may be euphemistic, but it is always full of truth; Poetry may be difficult to understand, but it is always colorful. Poetry is a small window, through which I see the vast sky and the vast ocean.