Poetry, like a beam of sunshine, brings me warmth; Poetry, like the cool breeze in the afternoon, makes me feel relaxed and comfortable; Poetry, more like a mentor, has taught me many lessons. Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I saw many shining things, that is, human wisdom. I reached out to catch and pick up the whispers in the poem.
"Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing, the white hair is floating with green water, and the red palm is stirring the waves." Blue sky, clear water, Anthurium andraeanum and white feathers brought me into a beautiful picture. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded? " The whisper of nature makes me curious about its mystery. Accompanied by grandma's lullaby and fantasy of childhood, I grew up in an immature childhood.
Go to school. Reading Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, I seem to see an old mother sitting at the window in the sunset, sewing clothes stitch by stitch, her eyes full of love and expectation. I read the affection from it, and also planted the seeds of gratitude in my young mind. Gong Zizhen "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud is more protective." I know the beauty of dedication. Read Wang Bo's, however, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. I learned the value of friendship. Read Wen Tianxiang's "Who has not died in life since ancient times? Learn the history of mental reflection". Let me understand that there are more important things for us to show besides life.
In the poem, I hold hands with ancient and modern times and talk to the world. I love poetry, deeply and eagerly.
Enter junior high school. Reading Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" made me understand that people should have lofty ideals and ambitions, be ambitious and cherish the world. Read Lu You's "There is no doubt in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village in the darkness". Tell me, the road to study is bumpy and tortuous. I want to face it bravely and dare to challenge. Only in this way can I see the rainbow. Reading Qu Yuan's "The Road is Long, Xiu Yuan is Xi, Xiu Yuan, I will go up and down to seek", I see that the road of life is tortuous and long, and we should have the spirit of perseverance and courage to explore. When I read poetry, I read that "life is a hero, and death is a hero." Heroic spirit; It says, "Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows." Tragic; I read, "Look at a thousand fingers, bow down and be a willing ox." Love and hate; I read that "the lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but still wants to protect the country and defend the country." Worried about the country.
If I wander in the ocean of poetry, its waves and coolness have invaded my heart and merged into my life.