An essay on the harvest of poetry

The harvest of poetry

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Unconsciously, time has taken me into the sixth grade, led me into poetry, knocked on the door of poetry, and made friends with ancient Chinese, China poetry and foreign poetry.

Zhang Jiyou's poem "Qiu Si": "Looking at the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want to write a meaningful book. I can't finish talking in a hurry, and pedestrians will open again." Wang Wei's "Remembering Brothers in Shandong on Vacation in the Mountain": "Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season, and my brothers climb high and look far, and there is one less person everywhere." In contrast, although they are all 28 words, don't they all reflect the poet's sincere yearning for his relatives in his hometown? Gradually, I became interested in reading poetry, and understood that one thing should be clearly and concretely stated with the least number of words, and concentration is the essence. I used to write a long composition. Through this unit, my composition is much more organized.

My harvest is far more than that mentioned above.

After studying poetry for so long, my heart has long been itchy. This Thursday, I heard that the teacher asked us to write a poem on Friday. I thought: I'm going to show my talents this time. I want to be not only a writer in the eyes of my classmates, but also a poet in the eyes of my classmates. As soon as I got home, I immediately searched for some information about poetry. After a while, I said confidently, "I have good material for writing poetry tomorrow." The next day in class, the teacher asked us to write poems. The day before, I planned to write about another scenic spot on the road around the island-the wooden plank road. I meditated for a while, and immediately got inspiration and wrote a small poem at one go. The whole poem is divided into three sections, and the wooden plank road is described with parallelism to make the scenery harmonious. Very beautiful; Very hospitable. Praise the wooden plank road and the endless sea with anthropomorphic methods; And stones with different edges and corners are inseparable; It is inseparable from the endless stream of tourists. The teacher praised my poetry for its artistry, and it was sweeter than eating honey.

I will continue to study, write and study poetry in the future, make contributions to the progress of China's poetry and make China's poetry level take a big step forward.