Listen to the poet's voice
"The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages". In the long river of history, ancient poems sparkled with golden light.
In the long history, there are many cultural springs. In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like mirrors, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some, like the water of a big river, are magnificent.
He resigned from the county magistrate, "don't worry about poverty, don't seek wealth", retired to the countryside instead of competing with the world, and reclaimed land in the south and returned to the garden. He, with his head down, hoes chrysanthemums, raises his head to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry wine, sings a song about wine, and can make thousands of words. The real meaning of this is that I want to tell what I have forgotten. This is Tao Yuanming's voice, indifferent to fame and fortune, uncontested from the world, calling himself Mr. It is no wonder that the world envies May 6th and can spend that indifferent year.
He, "Five Mountains travel far away to find mountains, according to my unchanging habit all my life", has experienced the Yellow River water that never goes back to the sea, and will also soar like a Dapeng bird in Wan Li. When he is lonely, he will treat the moon as a friend, but drinking with the moon alone will miss my shadow and make us three people. When he misses his friend, he will "I will think of you on the floating clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset". Li Bai, who traveled all over the country and on both sides of the Yellow River, experienced serious setbacks in his career, but he did not give up his pursuit. His unrestrained personality, busy life and galloping life are as heroic as the rivers and flowing water he wrote, "Three thousands of feet".
She cut a plum in a slow voice ... slightly sad, "cold and clear, sad and sad." Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, was in the incompetent Song Dynasty. Why doesn't she want a son to defend her country like Yue Fei? "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." The bitter water of life, dribs and drabs, how can you lose a sad word?
Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears. "Today people don't know how to go to Gu Yue, but this month they are used to taking photos of the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era, they left us precious spiritual food, which can never be eaten in life. Su Shi's When is the Bright Moon? Ask the sky for wine ... I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles will last forever. Bai Juyi's narrative poem Pipa Trip is always a bright moon on an autumn night, but Li Yu's Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon is not. Ah, the ancient poetry is really beautiful, "like a river flowing eastward."
Ancient poetry is like running water, and * * * sighs that life is like this. Listen, the murmuring sound, forever, forever. ...
② Piggy's poetic composition is 200 words.
Dear students, have you seen the newborn pig? Very cute. If you haven't seen it, just listen to me.
Today, my sister and I saw a group of lively and lovely pigs in the country. They have just been born, and their skin is very good. They are white and pink. I really want to go up and hug them. My sister and I pulled a lot of grass on the grass. We wanted to feed them grass, but the pig rushed into his mother's arms and thought we were going to hurt them! I found that the pig has just grown two sharp front teeth. As for the sow, its teeth are similar to those of human beings. I also found that when a pig drinks milk, its tail is tilted and rolled into a small circle, like a ball of wool. That's really cute.
Today's discovery is really interesting. Of course, pigs are cuter.
(3) The story composition of me and poetry.
Poetry is a beautiful landscape in my life.
Love poetry, read poetry and write poetry. 10 for many years, poetry has accompanied me through the ups and downs of my life. When it comes to the story of poetry, we have to mention the autumn of 1996. Because one of my poems won an award in Beijing, I took 1500 to attend a pen meeting in Beijing regardless of my family's worries. The biggest gain is not only knowing Han Niu and other famous old poets, but also enjoying the beautiful scenery of the capital, which broadens our horizons. Half a month later, when my family was anxiously looking for me in Beijing, I returned home safely and smoothly. Not only my classmates spoke highly of me, but also my school praised me. At that moment, I felt that poetry was the wing of my life, and I could fly to the ideal "Guawa country" with a few flapping wings.
Poetry is always associated with love. /kloc-When I was 0/6 years old, I met a girl from a neighboring village and my heart was pounding. She wears a pink coat and wants to talk to her, although she is shy and doesn't know that this feeling is love. I couldn't sleep at night, so I wrote a line of jargon: "Pink you/Slim/Twist my head/Peach blossom turns red/Miss you/Be a seed/Be accidentally left behind by time/Wait for the sunshine ...". When I showed it to an uncle, he smiled and said it was a love poem. Who do you miss? Make a scene. I am a red-faced adolescent, and I always miss my first lover, because I have never seen her, and writing when I have time has gradually become a habit of life. So I have been writing until now. If I can't write a poem in two or three days, I will panic. Of course, poetry is no longer about who you miss, but about writing more widely. It's basically about feelings in life. Writing poetry is also very interesting. The greatest pleasure is to go home from work, take a leisurely walk and look at the streets and clouds in the sky, and inspiration comes. I quickly engraved the inspiration in my mind, and then rushed home to write it on paper. I can't wait to feel happy and full.
Because of my own poems, I didn't spend much money talking about people in those years. Today, poetry still plays the role of persuasion. If there is a contradiction between us, she will put my old "courtship" poem in front of me. Reading my own poem, no matter how angry I am, it instantly turns into a gentle breeze and drizzle, and finally I have to apologize.
I remember that when Beijing poets told us poetry, they said, "Poetry is the window of the soul and the coastline; You appreciate others, and others appreciate you. " Over the years, poetry has not only taught me to explore and appreciate the beauty in life. More often, when you appreciate yourself from the perspective of appreciating others, you can always get lasting love and persistence in life in poetry.
(4) The composition "The Story of Learning Ancient Poetry" is 200 words.
Last time, our school held the activity of "Grading Ancient Poems".
After class, the students were immersed in reciting poems, and the whole class buzzed like a hive. Suddenly, Zhi Li said to himself, "Yes, I am in the ninth grade". At that time, we all admired him, and I didn't want to hurt people when they were down. After my unremitting efforts, I finally entered the eighth grade. My good friends are all surprised to see me like this.
After class, the teacher said one thing first: all the ancient poems of grade eight, excluding those of grade eight, will go to the academic lecture hall tomorrow morning, and the details will be discussed tomorrow.
The ancient poetry examination is over. The students have a rest after class. At first glance, no one is reciting ancient poems. I really want a group of released birds.
⑤ The story structure between me and poetry.
At the age of four, I began to recite poems. Of course, adults forced me. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems. After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation.
Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry.
There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects.
Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying in thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing and watching the sky go out, we are wormwood people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, so I can't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger.
Li Bai's poems and songs are diverse and wonderful, and the emotional tone of each poem is related to the poet's experience. When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused.
If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it.
I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.
I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors.
If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions.
Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons reminds people of their mother's care in the past, and a warm current rushes into their hearts. ...
Every appreciation can have different feelings and throbs.
This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem!
Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. —— Zhu Guangqian
6. Story composition in ancient poetry: 200 children in grade four.
Stories in ancient poems
A long time ago, there was such a story.
One evening, as night falls, the wind gently blows on the face, which makes people feel particularly comfortable. The scenery in the mountain village is really beautiful! The vast grassland is covered with green weeds. Listen carefully, there is a shepherd boy's melodious flute in the evening breeze. Although the shepherd boy is tired after grazing for a day, you see that he is so happy. I saw him humming a ditty while playing the flute, and he went home happily.
The shepherd boy is full, and it's getting late. After dinner, he didn't do anything, not even taking off his hemp fibers, so he lay in the open air to rest on a moonlit night.
The shepherd boy looked at the beautiful starry sky on a moonlit night, stared alone, counted the stars in the sky, recalled what happened during the day, and gradually fell asleep. Look! He seems to have had a sweet dream, with a smile on his mouth, so pure and sweet!
Please write a composition of not less than 200 words on the topic of "Poetry and Me".
Among the vast literature works, the most classic is poetry, which is the crystallization of the essence of China culture and an eternal star in the long river of literature works. Just like a simple and luxurious blue-and-white porcelain, this indigo is condensed with short words, and it is a quaint style that crosses the long river of time. Poetry is beautiful music, with singing voice and touching melody; Poetry is a gorgeous picture, slowly unfolding, with a thick ink fragrance; Poetry is an immortal legend, passed down from generation to generation and become an eternal classic.
I grew up in the ink of poetry, and my family also likes poetry. In this way, poetry took root in my childhood heart, and simple and clean flowers quietly opened with my growth.
Dad is the person who loves me the most, and his company with me is the flying flower of poetry. According to his memory, when I was two years old, I started a story with poetry and started my vision and imagination of another world.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. The sky there was blue, the white clouds were white, the ears of wheat in the field were golden, and everything was harmonious and healthy. There are many artistic conceptions that peers can't get.
I still remember my first contact with poetry, which is still fresh in my mind. Occasionally, I walked hand in hand with my father on my way home in the country, and suddenly I saw a few leisurely big white geese in the pond, probably raised by my neighbors! Feathers are covered with snow-white feathers, and their necks stand high. They keep calling: "Ga-ga-". Their voices were hoarse and happy, playing happily, and they broke the duckweed in the water unconsciously. Crisp green ripples with the water lines, and the big white goose plays happily. I cried. My eyes looked at these happy angels curiously, and my father was happy to see me intoxicated. Then, he chanted loudly: "Goose. Goose. Goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm playing clear waves'. This is a poem written by our ancestor Luo when he was four years old. It's called "singing geese". What he saw at that time, like what you saw, was a big white goose in the water. " I looked at them with ecstasy, and I vaguely read: "Goose. Goose. Xiang Tiange Goose ... "This artistic conception coincides with this poem, so this poem has become the most precious wealth.
I don't know why, but the sunset in the poem has a special liking for me. Perhaps the memory of the country doomed my love for the sunset in the poem. Every evening, silence becomes my paradise. I sat quietly on the firewood pile and looked at the west. It is a huge sunset that casts a layer of excitement or sadness on my inner world. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." I have felt the disappointment of Li Shangyin and the flight of time. "Birds are singing in gu cun, and the sunset is red in the village." I feel very quiet and carefree, and that yearning has been brewing in my heart for a long time.
From this poem, I read the concern that "she sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late"; From the poem, I read the harvest of "planting a millet in spring and harvesting 10 thousand seeds in autumn"; From the poem, I read the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; From the poem, I read the pleasure of "appreciating strange articles and analyzing doubtful points" ...
In poetry, there are ups and downs, joys and sorrows. It is a dusty history and a crystallization of wisdom. Let's read and listen attentively.
8 Poetry summary composition of 200 words.
On May Day, I went back to my hometown with my parents. On both sides of the road, trees are shaded and scattered with small wild flowers, which are so dazzling and bright. We couldn't help singing, and the birds sang along. When I got home, my parents were watching TV, so I asked my friends to play. After playing for a while, I felt bored, so I went to play in the fields with my grandmother. When I came to the field and saw some vegetable seedlings cooked by the sun, I decided to save them-water them and let them enjoy themselves! I found a bucket full of water and asked my mother to help me lift it to the ground and use a small bowl as a ladle. My mother looked at me so seriously and said, "Son, I'll water with you." I said, "All right." We began to work. I first scoop water from the bucket with a small bowl, and then gently pour it into the roots of the seedlings. The water soon ran out, and I asked my mother inexplicably, "Mom, why is the water I just poured gone?" My mother told me, "Because it hasn't rained for a long time, the seedlings are thirsty. They're just like you. When they are thirsty, they want to drink enough at once. " After listening to my mother's words, I poured a bowl of water for Xiaomiao. The seedlings are full and the leaves are fresh and shiny in the sun. The sun is scorching the earth, and my mother and I are so tired that we are sweating and out of breath. Mother said, "Let's have a rest, son. We are so tired. " I said, "no, today is labor day, so we should take good exercise." And you often teach me not to give up halfway and stick to it. " Mother had no choice but to accompany me to water the seedlings. After a while, I was too tired to complain, so I said, "Mom, you have a rest." Unexpectedly, my mother agreed with both hands and said loudly, "I agree!" " "We sat in the shade and enjoyed the cool, and a breeze blew, which was really comfortable! Vivi is also dancing softly, as if to say to me, "Thank you, little friend. "Unconsciously, it's already dusk. When I got home, I said, "Although I was very tired today, it was very interesting, because I realized the hard work of the farmer's uncle in farming and the joy of labor!" "
Pet-name ruby adapted poetry into a small composition (200.300 words)
The sun is the mother of us all! Give us warmth, sunshine and love. The sun is a punctual alarm clock. Every morning, I get up in the sun. Solar energy warms my heart, sun, sun.
Attending the second grade composition poetry 200 words.
Little tree,
Shake in the spring breeze,
Green shoots,
Green treetops. inside
Little tree,
Sleep in the spring breeze,
When the flowers are red,
The bud is red.
It calls for singing birds,
Say to it:
"When I grow into a big tree."
When the wind comes, it won't fall,
When the rainstorm comes, it will not bend.
The lovely bird is here.
Between the branches and leaves of small trees,
Built a warm nest.