In kindergarten, the teacher read aloud in class: "There is such a bright line at the foot of my bed, can it be frosted?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " We parrot in the classroom and read aloud after the teacher. I didn't know what it meant at that time, but when we read it together, it felt very catchy. This is my first contact with poetry.
In primary school, the teacher first asked each of us to go to the bookstore to buy a copy of 300 Tang Poems, and asked us to read a poem every day and recite a poem every three days. Holding a brand-new book, I started the homework that I must do every day. After each reading, I gradually learned to read the following notes and began to try to understand the meaning of ancient poems, so I began to like poetry.
Now, with my growth, I have learned a lot of poems. I can say that one of my favorite poems is Grass by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. I often say to myself: "the boundless grass on the grassland comes and goes with the seasons." Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. " Recalling the rhythm of poetry, I was deeply intoxicated.
This poem was written by Bai Juyi when he was sixteen years old, and it was based on grass. Why do I like it? First of all, this poem rhymes well and everyone can understand it. Secondly, literally, it is not as difficult to understand as other ancient poems. The most important thing is that the author wrote the spirit of grass in his poem. In the poem, the author describes the tenacity, exuberance and tenacity of grass, and hints at the author's mood at that time. The composition of the whole poem is rigorous, the language is natural and fluent, the scenery is lyrical, and the artistic conception is natural, which can be called the swan song of the ages.
Every time I think about it, I have endless aftertaste. Grass can be seen everywhere in our lives, and the most worthless thing is grass, but Bai Juyi wrote the spirit of grass in ancient times. It is tenacious, it is tenacious and has strong vitality. I often sigh that this spirit is not where we should learn. If we can understand it, our life can be indomitable. If we can understand it, our life will be tempered and humble.
This is my favorite poem: grass.