July 15, I was particularly excited and excited. Because this day I will be one of the "Little Poets" in Lianyuan Street Primary School and go to Yixing to attend the third "National Summer Camp for Little Poets".
I like literature since I was a child and have read many poems. When I am in the mood, I also like to write down some beautiful scenery, good music and inner feelings in the form of poems. Sometimes, my classmates will scramble to circulate my poems. Becoming a real poet is a dream in my heart. I heard that this summer camp has arranged various activities, and some famous poets and writers will give us a talk! Hey, great!
On the second day after arriving in Yixing, the opening ceremony was held. Sure enough, we met the famous poets Ye Sheng, Professor Peking University, and children's literature writer Jin Bo. They all made wonderful speeches at the opening ceremony. What excites me most is that we also met the famous writer Ye Xin. Because not long ago, I just read his novels "Idle Years", "Karma" and so on. In my imagination, Ye Xin should be a tall, thin and bookish middle-aged writer, but in front of him, he is short and chubby, which really surprises me.
For the next two days, we had a relaxed and happy time.
The first is to visit the teapot exhibition. Purple clay pot is a specialty of Yixing. I don't know whether to look at it or not, but I was shocked at first sight. The teapots in the exhibition hall are dazzling, with different shapes, each of which is very exquisite in workmanship, and the largest one can reach one meter in diameter. How are they made? With this question, we came to the pot-making workshop and carefully observed the whole process of making teapot. The exquisite craftsmanship of the masters surprised our friends.
Then climb the mountain. There is nothing special about going up the mountain. Going down the mountain is exciting. Actually, it's a marble slide from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain! Standing on the top of the mountain, I saw a long slide like a silver dragon, swaying under the shade of green trees. At this moment, the waitress came over with a pile of red and green mats. I didn't know until I asked, because of the high-speed descent, the marble slab will become hot after rubbing, so I have to tie a mat. After tying the mat, I began to slide down. Wow, so comfortable! The scenery around me flew by before my eyes. I am like a bird walking against the wind, spreading my wings and throwing myself into the embrace of nature.
It seems that after a while, I finished the long skating. I really hope this mountain is higher, higher, so that I can skate for a long time.
Finally, we also visited Shanjuan Cave, the most famous scenic spot in Yixing.
Happy times are always so short. Back to the hotel, the teacher announced: Write two poems on the spot, the content must be what you saw and heard during the visit, and all the poems must participate in the awards.
Now, it's serious We all complain to ourselves.
Write what? Shanjuan Cave is really beautiful, full of a mysterious color, but I can't write. Where is the teapot? In my mind, I saw pots with different shapes, and I remembered the skilful operation of the tinker. Ok, then write a song "mud and pottery"! I finally finished it, but I always felt dissatisfied, because my poems did not flow and there were some traces of hard work. At this moment, I thought of the feeling on the slide. By the way, I wrote Slide!
I picked up a pen and brushed it on the paper.
Although the body has been tied
But a happy heart.
Has flown away.
Breathe the fresh air in Shan Ye.
Listen to the whispers of bugs
The most tense moment
Arrive like a migratory bird
Take back a restless heart
A steady and rapid heartbeat.
-Let's go.
Green plants on both sides of the slide
Fly over your eyes
The crisp birdsong on both sides of the slide
Fly over my ears
The body is slipping rapidly.
That kind of feeling
It seems to fly.
In the blue sky and white clouds
Drill around-
The foot of the mountain is just around the corner.
The journey is coming to an end
Let me close my eyes gently
Relive that wonderful feeling.
I read it after I finished writing it. Well, I feel good about myself. I am happy to think: this poem won't win the first prize, but also the second prize!
At the closing ceremony on the last day, the teacher will announce the winners. I pricked up my ears with excitement and anxiety. First prize, without my name. "It must be the second prize." I think. However, to my disappointment, my name is not among the winners of the second prize. Just when I was extremely depressed, I heard Zhu Yining's Slide in Lianyuan Street Primary School. Oh, it turned out to be the third prize. "That's not bad!" I comforted myself, but my heart was a little lost.
I finally understand that I am not a little poet. Looking at the signatures of Jin Bo, Ye Sheng and others in the notebook, I secretly made up my mind: cherish every minute of my life and realize my dream! I think this is also the biggest gain of my participation in this summer camp.