I had a dream. In the twilight, a man in a red robe, with a hip flask in one hand and a Zhu Hao (wool) in the other, showed his fury and floated towards me. Who is he?
Oh, it's nearby, it's nearby. It turned out to be the most famous poet in history-Li Bai! He came up to me, raised his hip flask and said meekly that poetry is only possible with wine, but poetry without wine is impossible. The real poem is around you, little friend. Can you find it? I winked and said, Grandpa Li Bai, you are a great poet. Your poem is profound, fresh and detached, which makes people think deeply after reading it. Not only am I waiting for these students, but women and children of all ages like reading your poems. However, some contents and meanings of poetry are still incomprehensible. Can it be expressed in white flowers?
No, no. Li Bai nodded again and again and said that this poem is about the feeling of yellow. If the poem is shallow, it is like wine mixed with water, which is interesting. That's it. However, people in contemporary society only take over popular novels, essays, etc., but are deeply immersed in beautiful and elegant poetry, which leads to poetry sleeping on the shelf for many years. Every exam is not about whether it is a college entrance examination or a senior high school entrance examination, but a meeting or an ordinary exam. The requirements for composition are always old-fashioned: the subject matter is not limited, except poetry. It's really too much for the world to be so desolate and empty. I said angrily.
Li Bai said with a smile, really? Maybe ... after all? The result is that the period is divided. Articles written in spoken language are easy to understand, feel smooth to read, and can freely express more content. In this respect, oral writing and poetry can also be regarded as having their own strengths. Li Bai paused and said: Although people can't completely take over poetry now, I believe that poetry will be starved by people's hobbies. Don't you think, little friend?
Well, I also trust 1! I nodded heavily.
Li Bai smiled happily, then waddled away and finally disappeared.
My dream woke up. It was already 2 1 century when I woke up. Poetry also woke up.
Yes, speaking of the future of poetry, I believe most people will take over. You wait, grandpa Li Bai, the prosperity of poetry is just around the corner, because what is it? Achievement is a bright pearl in the literary crown!
Chapter 2: I met Li Bai.
The horizon outside the window is a rosy cloud, like a pleasant oil painting.
Seeing the sun, although he is glorious, I am not happy. These boring teaching questions make my head spin. I lay on my desk, feeling a little tired, and gradually fell asleep.
"Ah, where is this?" I looked at everything in front of me and shouted. At this time, I am sitting on the soft lawn, with blue sky and white clouds, and a path leads to the forest not far away. The beautiful scenery attracted me, and I couldn't help walking into the forest. After a while, I found the exit. Curiosity drove me to find out. When I walked out of the forest, I was shocked. A wide waterfall plunges down from the cliff, splashing layers of water, which is very spectacular. I looked around and suddenly found an antique pavilion. I went to the gazebo and found a man sitting inside. He was dressed like an ancient man, wearing a long robe and long hair.
I saw him waving his long sleeves and shaking his head, saying, "The incense burner in Rizhao gives birth to purple smoke, overlooking the waterfall in Qianchuan ..." Before he finished, I couldn't help but pick up the next sentence: "Flying straight down to thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." The man looked at me in surprise and asked, "How do you know the poem I just thought of?" "The poem you came up with, are you Li Bai?" I asked. He looked puzzled and said, "Do you still know my name?" After listening to his words, I suddenly realized that I had met Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty. I tried to control my excitement and said, "Of course I know you. You are a poet. " Li Bai smiled and said, "That's what others say. I am not worthy. "
I talked with Li Bai for a long time, and I admire him for his rich knowledge and modest attitude. He said that a threesome must have a teacher, one should be open-minded and learn from others, and the other should work hard.
Suddenly, I woke up and realized that I was dreaming. Thinking of Li Bai's words, I began to do my homework seriously.
Article 3: Meet Li Bai's composition
I fell asleep unconsciously when I recited Looking at Lushan Waterfall on my back. I found myself standing at the foot of a big mountain, and the waterfall above flew down. What a "alpine waterfall map"
Ah! Vaguely, I saw an old man in white coming towards me. I saw the waterfall and thought for a while. Then I read, "Rizhao incense burner produces purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall in Qianchuan from a distance. Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days. "
It turned out to be a famous poet-Li Bai. I stepped forward, and Li Bai met me, smoothed his beard and said with a smile, "What do you want with Tong Fu?" I immediately replied: "I came to Xie Erxue Hall after a thousand years. "
Li Bai smiled, touched my head and said, "I still have a lot to learn in my thesis?" So we sat down in a small pavilion by the waterfall and began to talk about the beauty of the future world and our views on the present society.
We have the same point of view, and we had a good chat. He envied the age when I lived and had a lot of questions: "Are people safe in the future?" "How to live?"
Faced with such a question, I patiently replied: "Its bedroom is high, located in Gongshangmei, and its Japanese temple costs a lot."
Looking at his envious eyes, he longed for me to show him around our times. He said, "My year is so beautiful. I want to live in your world."
I said, "I'll take you there later." Li Bai held my hand tightly, stared at me and looked at his face, from which I saw the traces carved on him by the years.
Then Li Bai took out a scroll and said to me, "The rest of this poem is a gift and a commandment." My hand hasn't touched the scroll yet, and all these things are gone. Only my book covers my face. Pick it up and watch it again. In the illustration, Li Bai seems to be waiting and expecting. As if waiting for my arrival again.
I met Li Bai that day, and my dream was perfect!