Chapter one: A poem in my heart.
Spring. summer Autumn. Winter, the beautiful four seasons, seems to be a touching poem. Its beauty can only be described in poetic words. Unfortunately, I am not a poet. I can only express this most beautiful poem in my heart in pale words.
The beauty of spring is fresh and elegant. Green grass, tender buds. Everything is revived and nature is full of vitality. In this season, people are always ready to move, as if something is going to happen, but then nothing happens, and it is inevitable that they are a little lost. But in spring, in this spring, I feel the power of life. A poem in my heart
If spring is compared to a lovely little girl, then summer is more like a modern and fashionable girl, showing beauty to the fullest. Such amazing scenery, wandering among them, makes people linger. But if it is too gorgeous, it will inevitably lead to fatigue in aesthetic taste. When everything is shrouded in darkness, the meteor in the sky seems to be the focus of the night sky because it is fleeting. The beauty of the moment is better than everything. True beauty doesn't seem to stay long. If beautiful things often stay there for a long time, they will feel less beautiful. Perhaps this is the reason why summer makes me feel less beautiful. Is that really the case?
The poem "Autumn is sad and lonely since ancient times" is about a kind of beauty, that is, the desolate beauty of autumn. In autumn, life seems to be holding a gorgeous funeral. Leaves take root and fly to the south. The world becomes quiet bit by bit, and occasionally I hear the sound of leaves falling, and my thoughts are completely awakened. The miss of youth is a long miss, just like a sad farewell song among the leaves under the buttonwood tree. A poem in my heart
In my heart, the most beautiful poems are in winter, especially when it snows. Winter is the quietest and simplest of the four seasons. But I like wandering in this simple season. Although there are no bright colors, beautiful songs and complicated emotions, there are only clean blanks. I like this world, simple, clear and without any filth. This blank brings me endless fantasies. This is really a season full of nostalgia, just like the pure fairy tale world written by Andersen. A poem in my heart
These are the four seasons in my heart, turning into touching poems and breaking into my heart.
Chapter 2: A poem in my heart.
Growing up, I have read many poems, including Thoughts on a Quiet Night by Li Bai, A Gift to Wang Lun, Looking at Lushan Waterfall, Du Fu's quatrains and Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, and Du Mu's Walking on the Mountain ... Among these poems, my favorite is Wandering Son.
I still remember that at first I could only recite this poem and didn't quite understand its meaning. Later, through one thing, I had a new understanding of this poem.
One afternoon after school, it suddenly rained heavily. Neither my sister nor I brought rain gear, so we had to wait for our mother to pick us up at the school gate. After a long wait, a familiar figure appeared in front of us. It's mom! Mom came to pick us up in a raincoat. As soon as my mother came to our side, she asked me to squat in the front and my sister sat in the back. So we're going home. However, it rained so hard that in the blink of an eye, my sister said, "No, my clothes are all wet."
Mother stopped at once and said, "Xiaofeng, come down and sit in the back."
"Isn't that too crowded?"
"Just squeeze for a while. I'll give you two raincoats so that you two won't get wet. "
Hearing this, my sister and I said in unison, "No, in that case, you will be soaked through."
"Stop talking and sit in the back."
With that, he took off his raincoat, put it on us and rode away quickly.
It rained harder and harder, and my mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain.
When I got home, my sister and I quickly made a pot of hot water and asked my mother to wash and change clothes. Mother insisted that we wash it first.
Listening to my mother's words and watching my "wet" mother, my eyes could not help blushing and tears rolling. At this moment, I remembered "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I got three wisps of spring scenery". We really can't repay our mother's love for us.
This is my favorite poem, which is full of not only our mother's love for us, but also our love for our mother.
Chapter 3: A poem in my heart.
Pastoral poetry, lyric poetry, one of my favorite poems is an idyllic poem describing the scenery of beautiful countryside. I'm not interested in any poetry, but I have a soft spot for pastoral poetry. That is (village residence).
I like Village Residence written by Gao Ding very much. Why? When I know the meaning of this poem, I miss my childhood very much. Whenever I recite "the grass grows in February and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke". I think of the girl in spring, moving slowly and quietly. The grass is green and the orioles are flying. It's early spring in February, and the willows gently brushing the shore are immersed in smoke. Brush, drunk, quietly standing by the river willow personified. "The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind." The children in the countryside came back early from school and flew kites happily in the east wind. This poem shows the innocence of children, and sets off the vitality of spring and the revival of everything.
Once, the teacher of the cram school asked us to write a childhood composition. Hearing this sentence, I immediately thought of Gaoding's country house. I don't know why. As long as I write my childhood composition, I will not hesitate to use it. I think quoting the poem "Village Residence" can best express the fun of my childhood. No matter what composition I write, I will make it the "protagonist". Every time I write an article, I will yearn for my childhood.
After writing an article, I will appreciate it carefully. As long as I read this poem, I will feel that the poet seems to have enjoyed the beautiful spring scenery and shared the joy of children flying kites. The long grass and the flying warblers bring the spring scenery to life, and people seem to feel the atmosphere of revival and prosperity. The second sentence. Vilen gently brushed the willows on the bank of the river. In spring, the earth is sunny and foggy, and Miss Liu swings from side to side.
Describe human activities in three or four sentences. A large group of lively children fly kites in beautiful spring, and their laughter makes spring more vibrant.
This is my favorite poem. What about you?
Chapter four: A poem in my heart.
I have read many poems, many of which are like stars in the sky, but I don't like all of them. My favorite poem is "Poem on the Ink Bamboo Map".
As soon as you look at the topic, you will know that it is about bamboo, but this article is not only about the appearance and shape of bamboo, but also its uniqueness. Let you enjoy it! "My official Zhai is lying listening to the rustling bamboo, which is suspected to be the voice of the people's sufferings. Some small officials in Caozhou County always care about their feelings. " How's it going? It's good. This poem was written by Zheng Xie, a poet in Qing Dynasty. Although the title of this poem is bamboo, there is only one sentence about bamboo in the poem: "My official residence lies listening to the rustling bamboo". The "rustling bamboo" in this poem is that the wind blows bamboo and makes a rustling sound, which is nothing to ordinary people, but this sentence is also paving the way for the following. The author then thought of the grievances of the people who were hungry and cold, which made him think a lot at night, unable to sleep at night and running for the people during the day. But this is not a long-term solution, it can only make the people live a stable life temporarily, so he wrote to ask for instructions so that the above can also understand the sufferings of the people. But Zheng Xie can't wait. He can't stand the poverty and suffering of the people. Before the approval of his superiors, he resolutely decided to open an official warehouse, found many officials and made a lot of porridge to solve the hunger of the people. Because of impatience, he offended his superiors and was dismissed. This is the last two sentences of the poem, "Some small officials in Caozhou County are always concerned about love." Afterwards, friends said he was confused.
But he wrote the word "rarely confused" to show his attitude. Although he is only a small county official, he puts the sufferings of the people first, and would rather not be an official than save the people. This kind of good official is really rare. His mind of taking people's sufferings as his responsibility and his spirit of being unmoved are admirable.
In ancient times, there were some officials who cared about the people. For example, Ximen Bao used the "Hebo Marrying a Daughter-in-law" incident to get rid of superstitions and punish the people. And Ba Huang, who is law-abiding, honest and won the hearts of the people. Finally, he rose to the position of prime minister from an early age and continued to share his worries for the people.
There are also many good officials around us. All for others, regardless of their own spirit.