"Flowers can be folded straight, don't wait until there are no flowers." -The poem "Song of Tomorrow" is like a bird, which has taught me to sing about a bright future. Like a ray of sunshine, it illuminates the preciousness of time; More like a great life, it touched my heart bit by bit with hard sweat.
2. A poem that moved me. How to write this composition? A poem that left a deep impression on me was Lime Kiln written by Yu Qian in Ming Dynasty.
This poem reflects the poet's noble sentiment of being honest and clean, and is widely known. The author uses lime as a metaphor to express his determination to be loyal to the country, not afraid of sacrifice and stick to noble sentiments.
What makes him so loyal to his country? Yu Qian was deeply loved by the people for being an official and upright, rehabilitating unjust imprisonment and relieving famine. In Ming Yingzong, Walla invaded and Yingzong was captured.
Yu Qian proposed the establishment of Jingdi, personally led the troops to stick to Beijing, repelled Vala, and rescued the people from the brutal rule of Mongolian nobles again. However, after the British Restoration, the national hero was falsely killed for "treason".
"A thousand hammers hew out of the mountain, and the fire burns idle." The word "carefree" makes me feel that no matter how severe the test is, people with lofty ideals take their time and regard it as carefree.
"I am not afraid of broken bones, only leaving innocence in the world." The kind of poet who is not afraid of difficulties and sacrifices, insists on his own beliefs and insists on being a purely innocent person.
Like Yu Qian, we primary school students should set high aspirations, study hard, master skills, and fight against the bad atmosphere in society, so that the wind of incorruptibility can be spread all over the world forever. This is a poem that moved me-lime kiln.
3. A poem that moved me, a 500-word composition moved me.
Poetry, let me move!
I like poetry because it is profound and has a long history. I prefer reading poetry because it moves me.
Whenever I stay in the ocean of poetry and suck its essence, how I long for this moment to stay and bring me into that kind of pride and elegance!
I appreciate lofty aspirations, such as Su Shi's Old Age Talking about Teenagers, Drinking and Dare to Start a Business, and Cao Cao's "Learning to be Excellent and Being Aspiring in a Thousand Miles" as his great ambition to unify the whole country.
I appreciate the sadness of "small bridge flowing water" and "thin horse in the west wind", and I appreciate the sadness of "people are thinner than yellow flowers" Although it won't be "but I have these friends for a while", it will be "raising a glass to dispel my worries"!
I like to feel sad for my country! Although there is no tolerance of Du Fu's "Where the petals have fallen like tears, the solitary bird has sung its grief", there is no loyalty of Wen Tianxiang's "Who is alive and dead since ancient times, keep the heart of the pure and shine on history"! But I will "think about my country, my family and my country."
I like to travel around in beautiful forests, so I got to know Wang Tengting, who is "sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn water is the same color as the sky". I experienced the Yellow Crane Tower, which sails alone and the blue sky is empty, but I can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. I saw "the mountains cover the day and the ocean drains the golden river".
Because of poetry, I fell in love with autumn, so I understood the meaning of "I say autumn is better than spring", and I was also afraid of "autumn in August is crisp" in Du Fu's thatched cottage, but "Qiu Lai's unique scenery" made me feel more gratified and calm.
Because of poetry, I fell in love with summer, and I like "the color of lotus reflected on the sun is different"; I am fascinated by spring, "an almond goes out of the wall"; "I prefer winter" is like a strong wind in spring, which comes at night and thousands of trees bloom there.
Some people say poetry is dead. I told him, "You don't know poetry". People who really understand poetry will say that poetry is alive, just like "flowing water for the source". With the source, there is love. Poetry is hazy, and "how many towers are misty and rainy" is its image.
It is because of poetry that my life is full of color and my tears flow down. In the poem, I saw the mood of the ancients and understood the rise and fall of the dynasty!
Moved by poetry, reading poetry is reading yourself! In the ocean of poetry, I was moved by my own mood and myself.
4. A poem that moved me. Motherly love is a classic poem!
Poetry is the enjoyment of beauty; Poetry is a happy experience; Poetry is the garden of imagination. A poem represents the whimsy of the author's inner world. A poem can tell us the truth, goodness and beauty between people. A poem can reveal people's moral cultivation ... Poetry can tell us too much.
China is a country of poetry. Since ancient times, countless great poets have emerged in China: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi ... These resounding names have long been deeply engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works have been told by later generations through the ages. My favorite is Ode to a Wanderer by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Every time I recite it, there seems to be a picture in my mind: my brave son is sitting in a humble hut reading a book. Not far away, the old mother with silver hair is burying her head and hunching her back, sewing clothes for her son who is about to travel under the faint soybean oil lamp. Every dense needle contains a mother's incomparable deep love for her son. Every line represents a mother's sincere love for her son. This thick maternal love is poured into this thread. In the depths of the ocean, when will the selfless love of the mother and her children be rewarded as a son? As the saying goes, "an inch of grass has a lot of affection, and I get three spring rays."
Motherly love is not only selfless, but also great!
On May 13, 2008, the day after the Wenchuan earthquake, the search and rescue team saw her in the ruins of Beichuan County: she lay motionless in the ruins. Through the cracks in the pile of reinforced concrete, people can see her falling posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed and looks terrible.
Rescuers confirmed that she was dead, but the rescue captain found under her: "There is a child, still alive!" " "The ruins were cleared away, and a small red quilt with yellow flowers appeared below her, wrapped in a baby about three or four months old. Because of his mother's protection, he was unscathed. When he was taken out, he was still sleeping quietly. When the accompanying doctor untied the quilt and prepared to do some tests, he found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The mobile phone screen says: "Dear Baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you"! The doctor who was used to seeing where you were going shed tears. The mobile phone passed silently in the crowd, and everyone who saw the text message was sobbing in a low voice. Yes, this great maternal love, who can not be moved?
Maternal love is priceless and selfless. Just like Meng Jiao's poems, so charming and unforgettable!
Maternal love is also very classic, it is poetry! I will cherish it all my life.
5. Write a composition "For the Red in My Heart" with you as a poem in my heart. Red is a bright color.
Red, a sacred symbol. Red is the solemn color on the national flag.
Red is the young pioneers' red scarf. Red, or a little.
Red, can be a piece. Red is a reminder and instruction.
Red is a kind of enthusiasm and warmth. Red, she represents love on the donation box.
Red, she represents the Olympic spirit. Red is ideal, hope and success.
-Inscription: I love red and its bright colors! Love its solemnity, love its enthusiasm. On the first day of kindergarten, I was fascinated when I saw the young pioneers wearing that bright red scarf.
So I begged my brother to help me write an application within 20 words, and timidly submitted it to the Young Pioneers counselor. Counselor aunt warmly encouraged me: "son, you are still young, now work harder, and the Young Pioneers will certainly welcome you."
It is such a warm-hearted word that gave me great encouragement from my tender childlike heart. I go to school at the earliest every day, help my friends study, lead the blind grandpa to cross the road, queue up after school to observe discipline, go home to do homework, and strive for the first place ... In this way, for the sake of the red scarf in my heart, I have developed a good habit of loving learning, loving labor, being helpful and obeying the law.
Two years later, the bright red scarf finally fluttered on my chest, reflecting my happy smiling face, which made people feel great glory. Gradually I grew up, and the red in my heart floated from my chest to the bright national flag.
Every Monday morning, the school will hold a flag-raising activity. We are in awe and stare at the solemn five-star red flag. In order to be a flag-raiser, I made unremitting efforts and finally let the bright red flag rise from my hands.
The most touching thing is that at the Olympic Games, our athletes struggled hard and made the national flag popular throughout the Olympic Games. Guo Jingjing adds color to the national flag, and Yang Wei adds color to the national flag.
They were ecstatic, and my eyes filled with tears, because China Red in my heart has already reflected the color of the Olympic Games and set off the prosperity of the motherland. The unforgettable 5. 12 Wenchuan earthquake was a heartbreaking day.
The blood of the people in the disaster area is flowing, the blood and sweat of the officers and men of the armed police and the soldiers of the People's Liberation Army are flowing, and the red blood of the voluntary blood donors is also flowing. We organized a volunteer group for disaster relief, holding a bright red donation box, making phone calls along the class, publicizing in the streets and lanes, and mobilizing people to give their warm love to stop the blood still spewing from the sick body.
For the shame in my heart, although I am tired, I have no regrets. Because my heart and blood were not in vain, in just three days, our group raised more than 5,000 yuan, sending a ray of fiery warmth to the people in the disaster area.
The 2008 Olympic flame dyed the world red and my chest red. In order to spread it, we organized a publicity group, using blackboard newspapers and small speakers to vigorously promote and carry forward the Olympic spirit.
Especially at the moment of the Olympic torch relay, we dressed in red Tang costumes to form cheerleaders, running behind the torch and shouting slogans. That torch, that Tang suit, that * * *, is a street full of filariasis, is surging love for the country! The touch of red in my heart is the morning glow before the sun is red, the rainbow after the storm, the peach blossom after the winter and the gorgeous burning maple leaf.
For it, I live a wonderful life! I live a wonderful life.
6. Write a composition with my favorite poem as the topic, and also with my favorite poem as the topic. 5. I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. I just want to see everything anyway. My three bookcases are all full.
Among them, I like reading ancient poems best, and "Xing" is my favorite one. In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, and the red leaves are covered with fields and hillsides.
Clusters of red leaves on the branches of maple trees are like clouds of fire. The mountain road twists and turns and stretches into the distance.
Several families can be faintly seen on the mountain. They stood there, and every family was smoking. "Dangdang Dangdang" There was a rush of hooves in the distance.
After a while, I saw a carriage coming here, and the famous poet Du Mu sat on it. Du Mu was attracted by the beautiful scenery. When he got off the bus, he couldn't help admiring the vibrant scene: it was so beautiful.
Du Mu was fascinated by it, and even reached the state of selflessness. At this time, it seems that there is no time, no one, and it is a single world. Finally, the poet couldn't help reciting this poem: in the distance, the stone path of the cold mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Finally, he couldn't restrain his mood and walked into the maple grove excitedly. The poet wore a white dress, and the red of the maple tree matched the white of the dress. This beautiful red leaf is simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.
I like poetry because it can make us enjoy beauty. When I was in kindergarten, I learned many ancient poems, such as Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer and He's My Hometown Book ... Among them, my favorite ancient poem was Li Shen's sympathy for farmers.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see a farmer's uncle hoeing the ground at noon in the scorching sun. The hoe is getting heavier and heavier, and the farmer's uncle is getting tired. Sweat ran down his face, soaked his clothes and dripped to the ground. What a difficult picture! It is precisely because of the hard work of farmers' uncles that we can eat so many rich foods every day, including delicious rice, delicious steamed bread and all kinds of fruits and vegetables ... but my mother told me that there are still many people in the world who can't eat because of disasters, wars and other reasons. They endured hunger and pain, and some people starved to death. How tragic! Compared with them, how happy our life is! But some children don't cherish this hard-won luck. When they eat, they waste food and pick and choose, and rice grains fall everywhere. Some children even secretly dump food, alas! Really wrong! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish the food!" " "My favorite ancient poems have been read countless times since childhood. Many people like to use poetry to express their feelings, wishes, thoughts of their loved ones and parting from their friends.
Among the poems I have read, the most impressive one is Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children." . Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery. In the poem, the author embodies the infinite love of a great mother, who thinks she is loving, simple and great.
Now, we take care of our mothers for granted. We can't understand their good intentions and sometimes even yell at them, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently. They have no regrets about what their children have done.
I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" in May 12, a mother leaned against the collapsed building in the ruins and protected her 3-4-month-old child under her. Because of the mother's protection, the child fell asleep unharmed and quietly. When the ambulance personnel untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a sentence written on the screen: Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember my love for you.
Although this mother's great achievements are household names, does anyone who knows them feel anything? Mothers can give up their lives for their children, as mothers all over the world do. When I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured me water and stayed by the bed. Under the care of maternal love, she recovered quickly.
When I woke up, I was moved to tears when I saw my mother not sleeping by the bed all night. In retrospect, when I failed in the exam, my mother didn't scold me, but gave me the correct answer to the wrong question. When I held the written report card in my hand, she smiled, very pleased and happier than me.
Looking back on these years, my mother accompanied me every day. No matter what the weather is like, she always holds my hand; No matter what happens, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; No matter how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, she always spends it with me.
..... Once, I hated my mother. Why are you so cruel? Why don't you hug me in the mud? Why didn't you teach me how to deal with setbacks before? Why are you so persistent and don't advise me to give up silently instead of taking a rest ... Now, I don't hate my mother, but thank her. She never holds me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; Never depressed, money taught me to deal with it, because it wanted me to appreciate life; Never ask me to give up, but teach me to persist in silence.
Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; Thank you/kloc-walk with me every day for 0/5 years ... but how much love does this inch of grass have? Reported three spring scenery. My favorite poem 2. China is a country of poetry.
Since ancient times, countless great poets have emerged in China: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi ... These resounding names have long been deeply engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works have been told by later generations through the ages.
My favorite is Yu Qian's Poem of Lime. This poem was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister and national hero in Ming Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is like this: a thousand hammers cut out a deep mountain, and the fire burned like crazy. Broken bones and powder are everywhere.