When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word by word. It's strange to see grandpa reading poetry. When he reads poetry, he always shakes his head and his voice is cadence. I asked grandpa why, and grandpa smiled and said, "Only when you shake your head while reading a poem can you read the charm of the poem." At that time, I didn't know where the charm of this poem was, but I nodded with a little knowledge.
I still remember that the first Tang poem I read that I could recite was Spring Dawn. I think the first time I made friends with Xiao Chun must be in spring. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." I asked grandpa what "smelling birds" meant, and grandpa said, smelling is listening. Don't you often hear birds chirping when you get up every morning? This is "bird sniffing". Oh, I see.
I read one by one and read many poems about spring. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Oh, I know this poem. Clouds of wildfires are burning weeds, but they can't be extinguished anyway. When the spring breeze blows, weeds are reborn. "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring." I also know these two sentences. I don't like the sight of the country collapsing. Although the mountains and rivers remain the same, there are grass everywhere and trees all over the street. Read: "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" A pale ink picture appeared in front of me, and the last sentence of the poet used interrogative sentences, which made me imagine a picture of "When is the bright moon" and "Take care of me", showing how homesick the poet Wang Anshi is!
Zhu Youshi's poem "Spring Day": "Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scenery will be new for a while. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. " Gradually, I understood the charm of poetry and gained a lot of knowledge.
Spring, in my poetic journey, follows me all the way. It occupies an important position in the poems I have learned, giving me endless inspiration and insight, and making me understand the charm of poetry.
Summer in Poetry
Summer is a season full of vitality. On the edge of the lotus pond, several dragonflies fly low, and the air is filled with faint lotus fragrance, which makes people feel deeply. And the poets sketched a summer scene with their exquisite poems, which made me linger.
One of my favorite poems describing the summer scenery is Gao Pian's Summer in the Mountain Pavilion: the trees grow dark in summer and the balcony reflects into the pool. When I read this, I seem to be walking in the shade with the poet. Learn from Gao Pian and reach out and whisper slowly. You feel calm like water, and there is a kind of peace.
"Plums pour sour teeth, and plantains divide into green screens." These two sentences were written in early summer, and sour plums make people salivate. On the snow-white window screen, the green leaves of banana leaves are clearly looming. I am also standing in the breeze, feeling the greenery blowing head-on, and experiencing the artistic conception in the poem in silence. Oh, I see!
"The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face." I was intoxicated by it again. But what is "hibiscus"? I recited these two sentences repeatedly, and my heart became more and more confused.
Until one day, my cousin told me: "hibiscus is lotus!" " "Hey, hibiscus is not the kind of red flower? How can it be a lotus? I'm still at a loss. Cousin added: "Hibiscus can be divided into hibiscus and hibiscus." Water hibiscus is lotus! "I suddenly realized that I learned to understand poetry from annotations or other people's answers.
Appreciating and reading poetry has benefited me a lot. I would like to wander in the ocean of poetry; I would like to forget to return in the treasure house of poetry. Poetry has given me infinite happiness and will accompany me all my life.
"Winter" in Poetry
Quietly, winter is coming; Quietly, snowflakes floated up; Silently, the window is already white. I like winter, and I prefer poems describing winter and poems describing Xuemei.
Bai Juyi's>: "I'm so surprised that my pillow is cold, and the window is bright and clean." I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. " It is a poem describing the scene of heavy snow in the middle of the night. The poet did not directly focus on the description of the night snow, but set it off from the aspects of feeling (cold pillow), vision (bright window) and hearing (bamboo folding sound), which made people feel that it was snowing heavily.
Song of Snow in Cen Can's Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home & gt "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees." At first glance, I thought the poet wrote about spring, but in fact he wrote: In winter, the snowstorm is so serious that trees and houses turn white. It's like a spring breeze blowing suddenly overnight, and thousands of pear trees are blooming white pears. The poet compared the snow hanging on the tree to a snow-white pear flower. A clever metaphor shows the beauty and whiteness of winter more vividly.
There is Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom: "There are several plums in a corner, and hanling is alone. I know from a distance that it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance. " Appreciate the indomitable spirit of plum blossoms that are not afraid of cold and open alone.
Reading poetry is as simple as that. Gradually, I began to like reading poetry. Reading poems has increased my knowledge.
Which season do you like? Okay？