Being in a foreign land, Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, then sinking, suddenly thinking of my hometown" in the moonlight. The author is alone in a foreign land, looking at the bright moon, and he is homesick. When he thinks of everything in his hometown, he can't help feeling endless sadness. He can only sing the moon, leaving this famous sentence sung through the ages.
After leaving his hometown, Li Yue once chanted, "I will take you home with water, and the original boat will be 300 Li", turning the nostalgia for his hometown into a farewell to Wan Li. How clever this idea is and how strong his feelings are. He put a case and wrote this famous sentence through the ages.
Unlike his friends for many years, Wang Bo wrote in Du Shaofu's Zhou Shu, "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor", and they are friends for many years. Today, when we say goodbye, we don't know when we can meet again. We are naturally reluctant to part, but the poet is optimistic, puts aside the feelings of parting, and writes this farewell sentence that has been told for generations.
In the face of parting, Wang Wei confided his true feelings in "Seeing Yuan Er An Xi": "There is no reason to persuade you to drink more." In the narrative tone, the gesture of expressing affection expresses sincere farewell. On the green river bank, willows are folded in half and sent to each other, whispering this beautiful sentence that has been passed down through the ages.
I like reading ancient poems and appreciating the feelings of parting in them. It seems that I have experienced a trip, lost in it, and even made me not want to wake up.
2. The conclusion of my teacher's composition is the form of ancient poetry [My teacher's composition begins] Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty.
At the beginning of my teacher's composition
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart!
You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education. Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher.
You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland. Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
3. How to write an ancient poem at the end of the composition Motherly Love? The most selfless, greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. In my study and life, my mother gave me meticulous care, and I grew up healthily and happily in her care.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother is always with me. I remember one time, I got sick because I ate something unclean. I have a fever and diarrhea all night. Mom is in a hurry. She will take my temperature for a while and give me medicine for a while. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw her bloodshot eyes and a tired face. I know, she didn't sleep a wink all night. But she still smiled and said to me, "Is it better?" Listening to my mother's words, my heart is sour.
My mother is also my "die-hard" supporter. Whenever I get good grades, my mother always gives me a thumbs-up in the distance and wishes me well. Whenever I fail, my mother always encourages me to keep trying. What impressed me the most were the three good friends who went to participate in the provincial guzheng competition in 2007. Their grades are all better than mine. When I learned the result of the game, I felt terrible and couldn't help crying. Mother gently dried my tears, pulled me aside and whispered to me, "the result of the game is not important." The important thing is that we have the courage to participate this time, and we have also seen the advantages of other students and found our own shortcomings. When we get home, we need to continue to work hard and compare with them next time, ok? "
"The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son."
Who will help me write my composition? I love ancient poetry, me and ancient poetry.
The treasure house of China's ancient poems is really profound and splendid. Ancient poetry is the essence of China culture. Ancient poetry has a vivid beauty, a beauty that cannot be replaced by other styles. Facing those novels and stories, I prefer ancient poems. I like its rhyming catchy; I like its concise words and expressions, which are easy to understand. I like its beautiful artistic conception and philosophy. Ancient poetry makes people suddenly enlightened and their thoughts sublimate. Even foreigners admire and appreciate them. My first teacher was my mother. Under her guidance, I have developed a strong interest in ancient poetry since I was a child. When I first went to school, I would recite one or two hundred ancient poems. In the third grade, I used my spare time to read and recite eagerly under the guidance of my mother. My memory is getting better because of my back. In just one year, I can recite more than 400 poems and essays. In the process of reading aloud, I met the unrestrained Li Bai; I got to know Du Fu who cares about the country and people. I met Yue Fei, who was full of blood but died of injustice ... By reading ancient poems, it gave me a lot. Meng Jiao's "Only an inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays", which let me know the children's deep affection for their mothers; The story of Gong Yu moving mountains made me understand that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb; The story of the oil seller vividly tells me that practice makes perfect. Ancient poetry is not only my mentor and friend. It always reminds me and educates me. I remember once, I fell out with my classmates because of a little thing, and I was very angry. At this moment, I thought of Confucius' "Jiu Si"-seeing clearly, listening attentively, thinking enthusiastically, looking respectfully, speaking loyally, thinking respectfully, asking doubtfully, thinking hard and seeing clearly. Compared with the ancients, I quarreled with my classmates because of a trivial matter, which ruined my friendship with my classmates for many years. Really superficial, really shouldn't! Finally, I took the initiative to apologize, "made peace" and made up with that classmate again. The content of ancient poetry is profound and all-encompassing, which makes me deeply intoxicated. Every time I read a good poem, I feel the profoundness of China's culture: "I am playing with a lotus doll, though I am strong and clear, Ling Ge is meaningful.". This is a compliment to the beautiful mountains and rivers: "Laughing makes you timid, and there is no Ding Bai". This is a sigh of noble sentiment indifferent to fame and fortune: "watching swords after drinking, blowing horns in dreams, and even camping." This is the depth and radicality of serving the country. The bright moon in front of the bed, the hibiscus on the water, and a little scenery in life are enough to trigger the endless fantasies of the ancients; How many successes, failures, gains and losses and warnings are recorded in ancient poems! Unconsciously, ancient prose has occupied an important position in my heart like "friends and relatives". Learning ancient poetry is not only a task, but also a pleasure. The talent of the ancients left many of our descendants behind. Appreciating ancient poems means enjoying life and savoring life. The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers. "Ancient poetry is the pride of our traditional culture! I love ancient poetry, my friends, come on, let's "read the eternal beauty and be young gentlemen!" " "I hope more people will keep company with ancient poems, interact with China ancient culture, and inherit and carry forward our traditional culture.
5. The conclusion of my teacher's composition is the form of ancient poetry [My teacher's composition begins] Teacher, you are the cultivator and sower of beauty, and my teacher's composition begins.
It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers! You are busy with the blooming of flowers and the ripening of fruits, silently hanging the shade of leaves! Ah, teacher, your spirit, always remember my heart! You are more like a nameless root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return. You gave us a ruler of life, let us measure it every day; You gave us a mirror of exemplary behavior, and let us learn everywhere.
You are a bridge, connecting the cut mountains for us and leading us to the peak of harvest; You are a green vine, tough and slender, which guides us to collect Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng at the top of the cliff. When Miao Er needs a glass of water, never send a bucket of water. And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water.
Giving in due time is a skill of a good gardener. My teacher, this is your art of education.
Regardless of the cold inkstone in Qin Xin, peaches are ripe and dripping, but plums are ripe and incompetent. It is easy to grow flowers, but difficult to educate people. The valley is very fragrant, poems are full of people, paintings are full of people, and talented people smile.
Teacher, you use the noblest feelings of human beings-love, sowing spring, sowing ideals, sowing strength ... sowing with words, cultivating with colored pens, watering with sweat and nourishing with painstaking efforts. This is the noble work of our beloved teacher. You work in the present, but you are building the future of the motherland; You teach in class, but your achievements are in all directions of the motherland.
Teacher, if you are compared to a clam, then students are the sand in the clam; You lick it, grind it, soak it, and wash it with love ... Over the years, the sand turns into pearls and shines.
6. the composition "I love poetry" was idle a few days ago, and I chatted with my mother about that beautiful and vivid poem.
I picked up a collection of poems, found my favorite poem, and recited it in a slow but easy tone. After reading it, my mother gave me warm applause. My mother sighed and said, "My daughter studies well! This poem is really well written. Every sentence and every word is full of childlike innocence, childlike interest and innocence. Children are born poets! "
Mom's words reminded me of a short story: someone asked "What is a meteor". The children's answer is: fireflies flying far away! Extraterrestrial
Elves, their eyes are especially bright in the dark! The answer of college students is that meteors are meteors. They fall into the atmosphere from space at a very fast speed, so they rub against the air and burn and glow, much like stars, so they are called meteors. The words of university professors are even more rigorous, and the difference between meteorites and meteorites is added! After writing the short story, I proudly asked my mother, "Who said the answer was good?"
Mother pondered for a while and said, "Of course, the child's answer is wonderful, full of mystery and gives people unlimited imagination. You like poetry so much, why don't you write it yourself and experience the happiness brought by childlike innocence? " My mother and I also read an article "Mother's Back" published in qianjiang evening news, in which a 9-year-old boy in Zhuji won the Bingxin Composition Award, and interesting exercises in the "Composition Circle" in the newspaper. After reading these articles, I realized: just write down your feelings! My self-confidence has swelled. My mother also gave me a beautiful little book as my first collection of poems.
I started writing poetry! Every time I finish writing, I read the poem which is composed of sentences, and my heart seems to fly into the air-great!
In this way, I love poetry more. Gradually, reading poetry became my habit. I would rather eat without meat than live without poetry! I want to use poetry to describe the scenery around me, the things around me, the people around me, the things around me ... write it down as a passbook, so that childlike innocence will shine forever!
7. I love poetry, but poetry doesn't love me! I have no complaints about it.
Poetry is a kind of pure literature, and its space is infinitely beautiful, which makes me unattainable. In front of poetry, I am usually red-faced and speechless. I am its slave. For it, I am willing to chew all the difficult words in the world until I bury myself in a sheet piling and meditate. With it, I will be crazy. From ancient times to the present, I have got nothing by driving the ox cart of history. Without it, I will be lost, I can't find my own direction, and I don't know where the wind should blow, even though I am dizzy. Who gave me a dream, who made me crazy, you know, you, no one else.
Just like old wine, no matter how I taste it, you are sweet and fragrant. For people like me who have feelings after drinking boiled water, you have made me "degenerate", but I don't hate you. Just like a sleepless dream, you hold my brain over and over again and let it perform countless romances and smiles. Then you wake me up and throw me into the abyss of display, making me cry and shout. However, I still love you, even after my death. I walked past you barefoot like an ignorant child. You laughed at me, ignored me and turned your back on me. I always haunt you with a sad smile. Although the facial muscles are stiff, you still have to make two dimples and put them there symbolically, which destroys your image and loses your face. You laugh at my stupidity. I admit, I can't please people like you. For eight years, I followed you closely, but you always ran away. Damn, it's me.
I like poetry. I cry for you. I always believe that you will be more beautiful under the watering of my tears. Actually, it's not necessary From the beginning, you are the most beautiful in my eyes. I like poetry. I've done so much for you. I've given my dream and future to you. All I get is your pathetic smile occasionally, which makes me tremble. I do. I like this feeling. The most important thing is that I'm used to it. I love poetry and have changed a lot for you. At the moment when the trees in front of the house and the river behind the house became sculptures, I also assimilated them. I would rather make an ugly sculpture and look at you from a distance, just like my eyes, wandering quietly in the sky. I love poetry, so I'm crazy. I will sit under the lamp in summer night and enjoy the taste of "barbecue". Regardless of the call of the cool wind outside, I will write down one line, ten lines of tears and a thousand lines of vomiting blood, but I am still alive, with a broad heart and a fat body. I should be satisfied.
I like poetry. I will throw away my bracelet and let you be my decoration.
However, poetry doesn't love me.
In the past eight years, you have made me despair thousands of times. You turned me from a primary school graduate wearing a red scarf into an idle prodigal son. You ruined all my hopes. You make me dare to sing loudly in math class. You let me stay away from my parents' concerns and go to an isolated island. You are too expensive, so I can only look for the toe stone. I believe that I will stand on the same high ground with you in tens of thousands of years. I have not been spoiled, even if I have, it is only the comfort after many blows, pale and powerless. Where do you want me to find the sound coming from the valley? I have traveled all over Qian Shan, and I find that I am still by your side. Please be patient, patient with my "impudence", patient with the gravity of the earth, and patient with the wonderful fate!
Today, I was ridiculed by you and fell to the ground again. I am not qualified to appreciate the beauty under the banyan tree, even if I go, I don't understand it. Flying without words, it seems that I really have no words to fly. I want to accept the baptism of life in the rain, breathe your aftertaste in the rain, and leave my only smile in the rain for 19 years. Why? Why do I love poetry and poetry loves me? I am very depressed and depressed.
Finally, I want to write another poem for my persistence. The title is: Everything I do is for you!