I am in the ocean of poetry.

Wandering in the ocean of poetry, pen and ink are faint and fragrant. Poetry is a cup of faint fragrant tea, and drinking wine has a faint fragrance from the bottom of my heart; Poetry is also a rich cup of coffee, which has infinite charm when drunk. This is the endless aftertaste brought by the ocean of poetry. The faint fragrance makes me refreshed, and the endless charm makes me memorable. Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I was attracted by the slightly mysterious story of The Book of Songs: I was intoxicated by the poetic flavor full of the charm of Tang poetry; Conquered by the magical charm of Song Ci; I was shocked by the beautiful language of Yuanqu. This is the feeling of poetry and endless poetry. I have met many excellent poets since ancient times. In Li Bai's works, I read about the magnificence of Lushan Waterfall and the deep nostalgia for the quiet night. In Du Fu's ancient poems, I saw the quatrains and the beautiful scenery of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night in spring. I saw the deep friendship between friends in Send Yuan Er 'an Xi, and I saw Wang Wei's incomparable yearning for his hometown in September 9. In the pen of modern poet Ai Qing, the words of the sun tell me to open my heart. In Ye Saining's works, I saw a tall birch tree, symbolizing his yearning for his hometown and his love for nature. Yes, I swim in the ocean of poetry. I learned the infinite mystery contained in poems and songs; I learned to have a pair of eyes to discover beauty! Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I seem to feel that this ocean has a unique color different from *. We have reason to believe that there will always be someone who can write more and better poems. Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I have infinite reverie ... I wander in the ocean of ancient poetry. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of "Long Wind and Waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea", Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the algae in the water. The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!