Among the vast literature works, the most classic is poetry, which is the crystallization of the essence of China culture and an eternal star in the long river of literature works. Just like a simple and luxurious blue-and-white porcelain, this indigo is condensed with short words, and it is a quaint style that crosses the long river of time. Poetry is beautiful music, with singing voice and touching melody; Poetry is a gorgeous picture, slowly unfolding, with a thick ink fragrance; Poetry is an immortal legend, passed down from generation to generation and become an eternal classic.
I grew up in the ink of poetry, and my family also likes poetry. In this way, poetry took root in my childhood heart, and simple and clean flowers quietly opened with my growth.
Dad is the person who loves me the most, and his company with me is the flying flower of poetry. According to his memory, when I was two years old, I started a story with poetry and started my vision and imagination of another world.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. The sky there was blue, the white clouds were white, the ears of wheat in the field were golden, and everything was harmonious and healthy. There are many artistic conceptions that peers can't get.
I still remember my first contact with poetry, which is still fresh in my mind. Occasionally, I walked hand in hand with my father on my way home in the country, and suddenly I saw a few leisurely big white geese in the pond, probably raised by my neighbors! Feathers are covered with snow-white feathers, and their necks stand high. They keep calling: "Ga-ga-". Their voices were hoarse and happy, playing happily, and they broke the duckweed in the water unconsciously. Crisp green ripples with the water lines, and the big white goose plays happily. I cried. My eyes looked at these happy angels curiously, and my father was happy to see me intoxicated. Then, he chanted loudly: "Goose. Goose. Goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm playing clear waves'. This is a poem written by our ancestor Luo when he was four years old. It's called "singing geese". What he saw at that time, like what you saw, was a big white goose in the water. " I looked at them with ecstasy, and I vaguely read: "Goose. Goose. Xiang Tiange Goose ... "This artistic conception coincides with this poem, so this poem has become the most precious wealth.
I don't know why, but the sunset in the poem has a special liking for me. Perhaps the memory of the country doomed my love for the sunset in the poem. Every evening, silence becomes my paradise. I sat quietly on the firewood pile and looked at the west. It is a huge sunset that casts a layer of excitement or sadness on my inner world. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." I have felt the disappointment of Li Shangyin and the flight of time. "Birds are singing in gu cun, and the sunset is red in the village." I feel very quiet and carefree, and that yearning has been brewing in my heart for a long time.
From this poem, I read the concern that "she sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late"; From the poem, I read the harvest of "planting a millet in spring and harvesting 10 thousand seeds in autumn"; From the poem, I read the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; From the poem, I read the pleasure of "appreciating strange articles and analyzing doubtful points" ...
In poetry, there are ups and downs, joys and sorrows. It is a dusty history and a crystallization of wisdom. Let's read and listen attentively. For more composition materials, please refer to. China/Wen Zuo
Please write a composition of not less than 200 words on the topic of "Poetry and Me". Among the vast literature works, the most classic is poetry, which is the crystallization of the essence of China culture and an eternal star in the long river of literature works.
Just like a simple and luxurious blue-and-white porcelain, this indigo is condensed with short words, and it is a quaint style that crosses the long river of time. Poetry is beautiful music, with singing voice and touching melody; Poetry is a gorgeous picture, slowly unfolding, with a thick ink fragrance; Poetry is an immortal legend, passed down from generation to generation and become an eternal classic.
I grew up in the ink of poetry, and my family also likes poetry. In this way, poetry deeply took root in my childhood heart, and simple and clean flowers quietly opened with my growth. Dad is the person who loves me the most, and his company with me is the flying flower of poetry.
According to his memory, when I was two years old, I started a story with poetry and started my vision and imagination of another world. When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. The sky there was blue, the white clouds were white, the ears of wheat in the field were golden, and everything was harmonious and healthy.
There are many artistic conceptions that peers can't get. I still remember my first contact with poetry, which is still fresh in my mind.
Occasionally, I walked hand in hand with my father on my way home in the country, and suddenly I saw a few leisurely big white geese in the pond, probably raised by my neighbors! Feathers are covered with snow-white feathers, and their necks stand high. They keep calling: "Ga-ga-". Their voices were hoarse and happy, playing happily, and they broke the duckweed in the water unconsciously. Crisp green ripples with the water lines, and the big white goose plays happily. I cried.
My eyes looked at these happy angels curiously, and my father was happy to see me intoxicated. Then, he chanted loudly: "Goose.
Goose. Goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm playing clear waves'.
This is a poem written by our ancestor Luo when he was four years old. It's called "singing geese". What he saw at that time, like what you saw, was a big white goose in the water. "I looked at them with ecstasy, and I vaguely read:" Goose.
Goose. Xiang Tiange Goose ... "This artistic conception coincides with this poem, so this poem has become the most precious wealth.
I don't know why, but the sunset in the poem has a special liking for me. Perhaps the memory of the country doomed my love for the sunset in the poem.
Every evening, silence becomes my paradise. I sat quietly on the firewood pile and looked at the west. It is a huge sunset that casts a layer of excitement or sadness on my inner world. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night."
I have felt the disappointment of Li Shangyin and the flight of time. "Birds are singing in gu cun, and the hills are shadowing the sunset village."
I feel very quiet and carefree, and that yearning has been brewing in my heart for a long time. From this poem, I read the concern that "she sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late"; From the poem, I read the harvest of "planting a millet in spring and harvesting 10 thousand seeds in autumn"; From the poem, I read the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; From the poem, I read the pleasure of "appreciating strange articles and analyzing doubtful points" ... There are ups and downs, joys and sorrows in the poem, which is a dusty history and a crystallization of wisdom. Let's read and listen carefully.
Write a composition of not less than 400 words with poems and my stories. I remember when I babbled, every night before going to bed, my father would always teach me to read a few ancient poems and forget them all the next day. At that time, I felt that ancient poetry was not as good as nursery rhymes. If you can leave a little good impression in your memory, maybe it's time to go to kindergarten. Once, while listening to the teacher reading "Goose, Goose, Goose, Think of Xiang Tiange ...", I learned to swim like a goose, which made the children laugh. I found ancient poetry interesting at that time.
Now that I'm in primary school, I'm listening to the teacher say, "Will the bright thread at the foot of my bed be frosted?" And "Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season" … So I met many famous poets such as Li Bai, Lu You and Wang Anshi. Now, I have learned many ancient poems. I am amazed at the art of mastering ancient poetry. "This river is red at sunrise and blue and green in spring." Bai Juyi remembered that once last year, the school organized a spring outing. Under the guidance of the teacher, we set off early in the morning. The sun just came out, the grass on the roadside still contained crystal dew, birds jumped happily on the trees, flowers smiled, and groups of bees began to get busy. Looking at this scene of spring, the teacher asked each student to say a poem praising spring. "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing all around me", "In February, the grass grew long and the village was drunk with smoke" ... everyone said sentence by sentence. Simple words will vividly show me a beautiful view of Jiangnan; Another time, I played a brain teaser game with several partners, and I cleverly came up with a question: What is hanging in the sky? "UFO" and "Tiangong No.1" partners scrambled to answer. "No, no, it's the moon." I pretended to shake my head deeply and said, "Li Bai has a poem that says' I don't know the moon when I am young, so I call it a white jade plate'". After listening to my explanation, my friends seemed to suddenly realize and nodded convincingly, which made me proud again.
These are some short stories about me and ancient poetry. I like ancient poems. I know that my exploration of the profound culture of the motherland has just begun, and she will grow up with me healthily and happily. ...
4. Write a composition with the topic "I write a composition with xxx's ancient poems".
Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
I say autumn is better than spring.
In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.
It brought poetry to Bixiao.
-Inscription (Liu Yuxi's autumn poems)
Autumn is a bleak season. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree rustle down, like a golden butterfly with a broken soul, flying to the embrace of Mother Earth. It melts in the soil of spring and becomes nectar, protecting the tree and the hope of spring germination.
Autumn gives people withering, desolation and desolation, and it also gives people maturity, floweriness and deep thought.
Autumn is a harvest season, and the wheat in the field opens its mouth and eyes, waiting for the farmers who come to harvest. Storage in winter, sowing in spring and farming in summer finally ushered in the golden autumn and golden harvest. How much blood and sweat, how much busy, are indifferent to dissipate in this golden ocean, and finally go up in smoke, leaving only the beautiful scenery in front of us. Autumn is a reward for the sweat of the other three seasons.
Autumn is the season of maturity. The dream of spring, the feeling of summer and the memory of winter are all gone. Autumn gets rid of the innocence of spring, the fanaticism of summer and the silence of winter, and becomes more mature, gorgeous and graceful.
The autumn moon is clear, unlike the spring moon, Xia Yue is elegant, and the winter moon is bleak;
Autumn rain is elegant, unlike spring rain, summer rain is unbridled, and winter rain is dull;
Autumn flowers are very delicate, unlike spring flowers, which are elegant in summer and Leng Yan in winter.
Autumn is an extremely romantic season, and the wild geese in the south will make you think a lot.
I love autumn, love its beauty, love its truth and love its romance.
Autumn is an extremely realistic season, and its chilling autumn colors accommodate the withering of everything. Desolate, mature, without any cover.
I love autumn, its beauty and solemnity. Autumn is hazy and bright, full of romance.
Please write an 800-word composition from a small angle with me and ancient poetry as the topic. Because of you, my world is better! The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children.
She sewed and mended carefully for fear of coming back late. "This famous ancient poem has brought me many feelings.
There are many hardships behind many great men; How many famous stars and touching stories are behind them; What kind of pain is hidden behind many successes. Mother, an expressive and resounding name, has touched the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian.
I don't know how many beautiful poems have recited you; I don't know how many songs I have sung about you. Ah! Mom! My beloved mother, light up her youth for the future! How many flowery words should I use to praise you? Remember such a legend.
A baby is about to be born, and God said to him, "Among all the angels, I chose an angel to accompany you." He said, "In heaven, smiling and singing are my happiness."
"Your angel will bring you joy and songs, and let you feel the love of angels." "I don't understand their language. How can I understand when they talk to me? " The child asked.
Shangdi replied, "Your angel will teach you the most beautiful language and let you know it with great patience and care." The child asked again, "What should I do when I want to talk to you?" God said, "Your angel will put your hands together and teach you how to pray."
"I heard that there are bad people on the earth. What should I do?" The child asked. "Your angel will protect you, even regardless of life."
At the moment, the child feels very calm in heaven, but he hears voices from the earth. Before leaving, he asked God anxiously, "Now I'm leaving, please tell me the name of the angel."
God said kindly, "Shi Tian's name is not important. You can just call her' mom'! " Yes, mother is an angel given to us by heaven. She will turn us from those young flowers into towering trees with the warmest love. Some people say that maternal love is like the sea, because she has an all-inclusive mind; Some people say that maternal love is like a candle, because she tries to burn herself and illuminate others; Some people say that maternal love is sunshine, because it warms the body and gives people strength ... I think it's better not to talk about the greatness of maternal love in gorgeous language and exaggerated words! Because, mother's love is so obscure that it doesn't ask for anything in return! If you are a child, please tell your mother how much you love her in your sweetest voice; If you are an adult, please use the simplest action to express all your love for your mother.
Mom! Let me praise you with unpretentious words: "Because of you, the world is better!" " .
6. Please write a composition on the topic of "I read ancient poems", with 400 to 500 words. In my life, I have many good friends, classmates, books, animals, and, by the way, one of my friendliest friends-ancient poetry. The story was my first good friend when I was a child. When I started reading, my mother told me beautiful ancient poems, and I listened to them. "Silent Night Thinking" tells the family's feelings of missing their hometown. "Persuade" reminds me not to waste time and study hard; Looking at Lushan Waterfall depicts a spectacular scene. Later, I gradually lost interest in ancient poetry. I was lucky enough to know an amiable and beautiful teacher Ma in the first grade of primary school. She is like our mother and sometimes our close companion. Her face is always cheerful, which makes people feel kind and warm. She made strict demands on us to recite poems every day. At first, many students didn't quite understand the teacher's intention, and neither did I. Teacher Ma, in order to encourage me, offered to compete with me to recite poems best. The teacher used some clever methods to recite poems quickly. I recite poems as the teacher does. Gradually, I became more and more interested in reciting poems. Under the guidance of my teacher, I have recited 65,438+043 poems, and won the glorious title of the third king of poetry recitation in the fourth grade poetry competition. now
7. Write a composition on the topic of "I study ancient poetry", and I study ancient poetry.
Once, the teacher gave us an assignment. Recite 50 ancient poems. In the process of reciting ancient poems, I found myself falling in love with them gradually. Ancient poetry is so concise and beautiful that reciting ancient poetry has gradually become a kind of beautiful enjoyment.
When I first started reciting ancient poems, I found it very difficult and difficult to remember. My mother taught me a good method; First circle the ancient poems you don't understand twice, make clear the meaning, then turn them into pictures, connect them back and forth, as if you were there, and the poems will blurt out. In order to consolidate the effect of reciting poems, when I go out for a walk, I will recite them while enjoying the scenery, and close my eyes and think again before going to bed; When I woke up the next day, I carried it. The true god is usually word for word. Reciting ancient poems is actually as simple as that.
After reciting 50 ancient poems, I found myself wiser. I remember once going to my grandmother's house, there were many neat trees on both sides of the road, and thin wicker fluttered in the wind. I said; Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. Both mom and dad gave me a thumbs-up sign.
I also apply ancient poems to my composition. For example, when I write lotus flowers, I use lotus leaves to connect the sky and reflect the sun. Write about the lotus leaves on the lake and the graceful lotus flowers blooming on the lotus leaves. (Prose reading:)
Students, when we encounter difficulties, don't flinch. If you think about it carefully, you can find a good way.
8. Write the composition "Me and Poetry" and practice reciting poems when I was four years old. Of course, this is forced by adults. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems.
After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation.
Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry. There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects.
Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying to thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing at the sky and going out is our Artemisia selengensis people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, and I can't eat or drink.
When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background.
It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning.
You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it.
I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.
I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors. If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions.
Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of my mother's care for me in the past, and a warm feeling comes to my mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can feel different and throb.
This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem! Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. -Zhu Guangqian-Inscription (1) Poetry is special in the most ordinary.
The earliest poems came from the ancient working people, who can be said to be the representatives of the lower Bali people. Later, it was gradually favored by literati, so Chun Xue like Nineteen Ancient Poems appeared. These are all things I just felt recently.
I wasn't like this when I was a kid. (2) because of my good memory, I recited the five-character and seven-law of the Tang Dynasty almost once, and I never forgot it, but I can't taste the general rhyme.
Even if there is, it is only a kind of obscurity of "the so-called Iraqis are in the water". Long-term swallowing dates eventually led to "indigestion" until I read Li Bai's "Into the Wine".
(Note: A revised version is attached to this paragraph) Looking at the grayish yellow paper, I look helpless. But I didn't know there was Gan Kun in it until I looked carefully.
I was shocked by the first sentence-"didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" It seems that I have been standing on the surging river bank, watching the Yellow River merge into the East China Sea with China's five thousand-year complex.
There is an atmosphere of "a hundred rivers go east to the west" between heaven and earth, which makes me, like Li Bai, unable to see the lovely person in the mirror on the shelf. Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Reminds me of Zhang Jiuling's poem "Stay in the Clouds, Waste a Hundred Years" and Cao Cao's outlook on life "If the morning dew shows, it's hard to go to Japan". Seeing this, I feel a little depressed from my agitation just now.
(4) But after all, Li Bai is an uninhibited person. With the amazing words of "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs", my eyebrows immediately stretched a little. This kind of mood seems to be waiting for the outbreak of meteor shower, with a little eagerness, but more confidence, as if you are really a fallen fairy who has come to suffer on earth. With the wings of an angel, you will fly high one day.
I broke through the repression of previous literati and taught me many twists and turns in my life. Remember to look up at the trough of my life and you will see the bright sunshine. At this point, I believe that Li Bai has long been intoxicated, not only in the wine, but also in his own world.
The last sentence, "Flowers-free horses, Golden Jubilee, give them to boys to exchange for good wine, and share the eternal sorrow with you." It is getting crazier and crazier.
What is crazy is to spend a lot of money on wine, which is similar to "roadside pods are as smart as money." Would you like to pick wine and sell it? " The sharp contrast of his mentality shows that he is addicted to alcohol. What's wrong is that I don't know if I can remember my confidence and pride after drinking.
I'm just afraid that he "obeys and serves the powerful" ... suddenly I find that the gray-yellow paper is no longer hateful, but a deep sky. Because of Li Bai's poems, they became smart. They are twinkling meteors.
6. If never appreciating is a new harvest, it is a qualitative leap from ignorance to perception, and it is the outbreak of meteor shower. Only when the meteor shower breaks out in your heart can the meteor shower break out in front of you, and there will be a kind of magnificence in front of you, that is, "the fire tree and the silver flower are combined, and the star bridge is locked"! There is a revised draft in paragraph (3): at first, I looked at the grayish yellow paper and looked helpless.
(,) But I didn't know there was Gan Kun in it until I looked carefully: The first sentence (the first poem) shocked me-"Did you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and entered the ocean, never to return ...". Unconsciously, I seem to be standing on the surging Yellow River with the poet, watching the yellow waves pour into the East China Sea with China's 5,000-year-old complex. An atmosphere of "when a hundred rivers go east to return to the west" wanders between heaven and earth, and it also collides with my heart. I can't help talking with Li Bai's "Don't you see how cute the lock in Gao Tingming's mirror is?"