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 deeply took root in my childhood, 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. For more composition materials, please refer to. China/Wen Zuo
2. Ask for 1 composition on' I and ancient poetry'. In my impression, Li Bai is a somewhat childish person, very emotional, frank and casual.
When you are happy, you shout loudly: "Go out and laugh to the sky. Are we Artemisia people?" Very free and easy, and some people even think highly of themselves. "The Great Tiger became stupid and looked like an ordinary person at that time." What an ordinary person! He left when he was disappointed. "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those who have high status and high positions? They will never tolerate others showing them a sincere face. " 1300 years ago, Li Bai was so bold, strong, free and easy, full of true temperament. Reading his poems, I feel comfortable and detached from the world. I really have a feeling of "yearning for it although I can't reach it"! Li Bai, a talented person, was born in a rich family, with good family conditions and the open and prosperous Tang Dynasty, which made him want to travel all over the world. So he was not tired of fame and fortune, wandering around the world, reciting poems and writing poems, and his works were earth-shattering
Li Bai is fluttering in white and holding wine in the wind. He breathed the fragrance of green mountains and green waters, kissed the land of vast expanse, and felt the tranquility beyond things. His choice is correct, because only the free world can accommodate this unconstrained and proud person.
Wine is Li Bai's favorite. He is always immersed in wine and dreams. When wine paralyzed his spirit and feelings, his dream began. "One hundred poems of Li Bai's fighting for wine", wine has all been integrated into Li Bai's life and into his poems and songs.
Among more than 500 poems written by him, 170 mentioned "wine", which was full of alcohol and fragrance. Wine and ci have become an important part of the ordinary life of "poetry immortals". Therefore, we have learned to be ambitious, let me, 300 bowls, drink for one person! Lonely and helpless, give them to that boy in exchange for wine, and we will drown out the sorrow of thousands of generations! And enjoy a glass of wine when you are alive! Never mind whether your reputation will disappear! , a hearty feeling of "drunken sunset, proud and relaxed white horse", and the gloomy sadness of "no drinking, no crying"
Wine made the poet immortal, and wine made Li Bai a great poet! He travels around and has no fixed place to live. Li Bai spent most of his life on the road, and sometimes he was very tired. "The road is hard to get through, but the sky is hard to get through." Sometimes he walks happily. "a thousand miles back to Jiangling in one day"; Sometimes a friend hurried to see me off: "Li Bai was about to go by boat when he heard the singing on the shore." Sometimes he is very moved and sad when he sees his friend "sailing alone, the blue sky is empty, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky". He and the wanderer encouraged each other: "I will think of you in the floating clouds, so think of me in the sunset."
He gave the love that should belong to the world to villages, mountains, lakes and canyons, to boys (telling children to roast chicken and drink white wine, and children holding other people's clothes with a smile), to beggars and even deer in the mountains, to horses and butterflies: "Birds fly high, lonely clouds go to leisure alone", "Goose goes to worry, and mountains come to the moon", "We waved goodbye, and my horses screamed one after another.
He is full of affection and eloquence. Li Bai indulged in landscapes and visited immortals all over the world. As soon as he went abroad, he swallowed mountains and rivers "Big Pengfei was shocked for eight generations, and the sky was weak." "A straight line leads to heaven, its apex enters heaven, and it may hide sincerity in May."
I remember Mr. Yu Guangzhong's poetic comment "Embroidering in one bite and prospering the Tang Dynasty in half" ("Remembering Li Bai"). Li Bai wrote only two words in his life, but his achievements are unparalleled. "Le Garden Scenic Area Clear Autumn Festival, Xianyang Ancient Road is silent.
The sound of dust, the afterglow of the west wind, the tomb of the Han family ",a few figures, all said are bleak" never tired of looking at each other, only respecting the pavilion mountain ",the mountain is quiet and charming, and the poet only has mountains in his eyes, but his eyes are relative.
Li Bai is brilliant and can be called a genius in the world. "The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. "
He is free and easy and willing to be a prodigal son, "I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. My shadow is rolling behind "; He is a heavy drinker and often gets drunk. "What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up when I am drunk "; He is naive and romantic, nicknamed "the poet of the Tang Dynasty" and "wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, the queen of all clouds came and descended one by one"; He is lofty and rebellious, and despises worldly mediocrity. "Golden and white walls buy songs and dances, and when you are drunk, you will despise princes." I remember someone asked Mr. Yu who his idol was. Mr Yu replied that Li Bai was one of them, because Li Bai opened the vitality of China culture.
If you have to use one word to describe Li Bai's poetic style, there is only one word: bold and unconstrained! In my mind, Li Bai is the majestic "Don't look at how the water of the Yellow River moves to the sky and enters the ocean, never to return", and the open-minded "I was born useful, spinning a thousand pieces of silver, come back!" , the majestic "I would like to cross the Yellow River, ice choke ferry, snow climb Taihang Mountain", crazy "I am a madman in Chu, singing a crazy song to argue Confucius". What makes us sigh and rejoice is that our country, our history and our culture have such strange people and talents. Their self-righteousness, loftiness and freedom have left us with colorful and classic masterpieces, making our country an ancient civilization and our nation an excellent nation.
Without Li Bai, it is impossible to vent the sadness of "but since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with a sword, we will raise our glasses to eliminate our worries." Without Li Bai, there would be no wonder of "flying over the eaves and walking over the wall, three thousands of feet, suspected to be the Milky Way".
3. Write a composition on the topic of "My Story with Poetry". The story between me and poetry is about 600 words. The story between me and poetry is "You can't see the rain and wet clothes, but you can't hear the idle flowers when you fall to the ground". This is a famous sentence in Liu Changqing's "Send Jinshi to Yuan" in the Tang Dynasty. I often talk about it, which always brings me a different realm of voice. "Rain wets clothes, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence." Idle flowers fall to the ground, but I can't see them. "My mother told me," Well, well, what he actually meant was a bleak state of being a man. It praised "Mao Mao Rain" and "Idle Flowers" for their selfless dedication. Do you understand? "I don't understand. I just blinked and recited the poem again. It took me a long time to understand that my mother just wanted to tell me a quiet life and work quietly, just like "drizzle" and "idle flowers" Ancient poems need to be understood and understood. Now I have a deeper understanding of this poem. Take my soul to see nature, feel the rain wet my clothes, wait for the idle flowers to fall, and you will find us around. Donate 3 million yuan to support 178 poor students. When he was critically ill and in financial difficulties, none of the workers who were sponsored to finish his studies in this city came to visit him. After being disclosed by the media, Cong Fei said, "No, don't blame them. I don't need to treat diseases anymore. "Didn't Cong Fei have an interest-free dedication?" I left gently, just as I came gently, waving my sleeves and not taking away a cloud! The poem "I can't see the rain and wet clothes, I can't hear the idle flowers" is a portrayal of his life. Another example is that Tao Yuanming gave up fame and wealth and lived a leisurely and poor life, leaving a well-known Peach Blossom Garden and many pastoral poems to future generations. When the great ship of time rumbled by, at least he left a rut in the thick history. A quiet life is like "drizzle" and "idle flowers" turning into spring mud to protect flowers. ",a quiet life to avoid noise, into the fields, live a warm, pure, less dirty life, purify the soul, improve the spiritual realm. Reading Tang poetry and appreciating life, each poem can always bring people a different realm of life.
Please write an 800-word composition from a small angle with me and ancient poetry as the topic. Because of you, my world is better!
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She sewed and mended carefully for fear of coming back late. "This famous ancient poem once brought me a lot of feelings. There are many hardships behind many great men; How many famous stars and touching stories are behind them; What kind of pain is hidden behind many successes. Mother, an expressive and resounding name, has touched the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian. I don't know how many beautiful poems have recited you; I don't know how many songs I have sung about you. Ah! Mom! My beloved mother, light up her youth for the future! How many flowery words should I use to praise you?
Remember such a legend. A baby is about to be born, and God said to him, "Among all the angels, I chose an angel to accompany you." He said, "In heaven, smiling and singing are my happiness." "Your angel will bring you joy and songs, and let you feel the love of angels." "I don't understand their language. How can I understand when they talk to me? " The child asked. Shangdi replied, "Your angel will teach you the most beautiful language and let you know it with great patience and care." The child asked again, "What should I do when I want to talk to you?" God said, "Your angel will put your hands together and teach you how to pray." "I heard that there are bad people on the earth. What should I do?" The child asked. "Your angel will protect you, even regardless of life." At the moment, the child feels very calm in heaven, but he hears voices from the earth. Before leaving, he asked God anxiously, "Now I'm leaving, please tell me the name of the angel." God said kindly, "Shi Tian's name is not important. You can just call her' mom'! " Yes, mother is an angel given to us by heaven. She will turn us from those young flowers into towering trees with the warmest love.
Some people say that maternal love is like the sea, because she has an all-inclusive mind; Some people say that maternal love is like a candle, because she tries to burn herself and illuminate others; Some people say that maternal love is sunshine, because it warms the body and gives people strength ... I think it's better not to talk about the greatness of maternal love in gorgeous language and exaggerated words! Because, mother's love is so obscure that it doesn't ask for anything in return!
If you are a child, please tell your mother how much you love her in your sweetest voice; If you are an adult, please use the simplest action to express all your love for your mother.
Mom! Let me praise you with unpretentious words: "Because of you, the world is better!" "
5. How to write a story about me and Tang poetry in a composition with the theme of "The Story of Me and Tang Poetry"? Tang poetry is the essence of China culture and full of charm. I have accumulated a lot of Tang poems since the first grade. After reading 300 Tang Poems, I was immersed in the farewell scenes of Li Bai and Meng Haoran, and realized the tenacious vitality of grass and the philosophy of cicada. There are many stories about me and Tang poetry, and one of them makes me unforgettable. Grandma's house is very lively: mother, father, sister, sister,,,, surrounded a table. After dinner, everyone sat in a chair and chatted. At this time, my sister suggested, "Let's have a Tang poetry competition!" "Everyone agreed." Everyone can recite two poems, but they can't recite or react slowly, "my sister said loudly." Let me say one thing first-good rain knows the season, when spring comes. ""An old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. "I'll pick them up right away." When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. "My brother stood up slowly and said." The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? . "My sister was studying in kindergarten and shook her head and recited it. It's my aunt's turn. She immediately stood up and said, "Excuse me, where is the dining room, shepherd boy, shepherd boy,,,,," She couldn't remember the last part. I shouted, "I know! The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village! " "ah! Right! " Aunt suddenly realized. After Sandao Pass, only my sister and I were left, and neither of them allowed anyone. "Who can't afford to miss home in this nocturne? "My sister blurted out. I don't show weakness either: "Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off my coir." "Little baby punts, duckweeds open together." "Wrong! The last sentence is' stealing Bai Lianhua back'! " I shouted. Finally, I won the championship. In order to reward me, grandma put the biggest chicken leg in my bowl. I love Tang poetry so much that I love reading and reciting. The story of Tang poetry is endless. Tang poetry is the cultural heritage of our country, and I want to carry it forward.
6. Li Bai's poem composition
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow as long?
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror! -Li Bai
At first, it was a threatening momentum, such as flash floods. Three thousand white hairs, fluttering and spreading, were born of sorrow; Reflected in the mirror, like the autumn frost of snow, people feel a chill and a trace of sadness. "Sorrow" turned out to be such a look! Such white hair and such sadness can only be written by Li Bai.
I like Li Bai's poems very much, and my personal understanding of him also comes from his poems. I believe everyone recited this poem in kindergarten or at a very young age, but if you recite it now, there is definitely nothing you can't recite. Some people even have unforgettable memories of it. This is the charm of Li Bai's poems.
Du Li's poems are widely read. Li Bai wrote countless poems in his life, and a large number of excellent poems have been passed down to this day. When he was twenty-five, he left Shu for the first time and traveled around the world. On the boat, he wrote the famous sentence "And the water once took you to your hometown and painted you three hundred miles", which vividly expressed his attachment to his hometown. He left Chang 'an because he was slandered by powerful people, and the phrase "I'm going to ride the wind and waves one day, go straight to Yun Fan, and be sent to the sea" shows Li Bai's ambition and forge ahead despite being hit. After being pardoned, on the boat in Jiangling, Eastern Xia, the word "light" skillfully expressed his feelings of surprise and joy at that time.
Li Bai's life seems bumpy and has suffered setbacks, but why are his poems always so heroic and positive? I think this is a person's mentality and attitude towards life. In the face of difficulties, Li Bai can still use wine as a song, seek the moon with wine, write poems smartly, and enjoy the moon with wine, so people who read his poems are also mentally infected and have the idea of bravely overcoming difficulties. This is not only the charm of poetry, but also the personality charm of the poet.
"I only hope that the song is right for the wine and the moonlight shines on the golden urn." This is Li Bai's poem. This is Li Bai, a poet with a white gauze skirt, a folding fan and a pot of wine.
Excavate the lost beauty
In our limited life, time is warp, space is weft, and a series of joys and sorrows are closely intertwined and tied in the wrong way. We laugh or cry, or we are surprised or regretful, but we never capture the moment of soul shock, just indulge, and the poet did this with unique delicacy.
Perhaps, I can't evaluate the success or failure of a poem. I can only laugh and cry together with my own heart, following the footsteps of poetry. After I quietly chose the poetic beauty, Xi Murong quietly came in and wrapped my heart with a touch of elegance and gentleness. I was intoxicated.
I can't clearly explain the shock to Huang Xiuxian, which can make you feel disappointed with endless elegance. Listening to the sentence "I can't forget the tears in my eyes/the moonlight in the clouds" is the first sentence in Tears and Moonlight, which introduced Wang Xiuxian into a long period of sadness. There are also heartbreaking wishes "May the reality become an ancient fairy tale/You only need to sleep for a hundred years/I will accompany you" and the final loss and helplessness that makes people cry "But/this is just a dream/the shadow of the distant mountain engulfs you/also engulfs my melancholy heart". After reading such a poem, I can't dismember it through analysis. When you close your eyes, tears may fall with the protagonist.
There is not much crying in the poem, but he creates an air that makes people cry in the combination of words. This is just her work when she was young. The name of that collection of poems is Youth Without Complaints. Wen Ya was young and delicate when he was young, but now we are young, just enjoying everything or hurting our feelings, and never capturing or recording anything with our pens.
In recent years, Xi Murong has missed his hometown more and more. In recent years, his works and poems have a little homesickness. The phrase "fragrance only existing outside the Great Wall" in Exodus is faint, or it sings a lot of sadness lightly.
Poets' poems are inner monologues, and they will have different feelings in different times, different situations and different moods. But we don't create masterpieces because of this difference, because our hearts are not enough to see everything.
Some people say that poets are melancholy and always sigh for everything. Both beauty and sadness seem to be worth sighing. And do you feel inexplicably moved when reading poetry? Maybe you don't know why, it's because you have forgotten it, but the soul that has experienced it has abandoned that feeling. Poetry knocks on the closed door of memory for you, so that you no longer know nothing about your feelings.
Different times have different feelings, and different feelings have different memories. Poetry knocks on the door of memory for you and opens your beautiful and casual melancholy, so please savor the lost beauty that poetry helps you find back.
7. Write a composition of not less than 400 words with poems and my stories. I remember when I babbled, every night before going to bed, my father would always teach me to read a few ancient poems and forget them all the next day.
At that time, I felt that ancient poetry was not as good as nursery rhymes. If you can leave a little good impression in your memory, maybe it's time to go to kindergarten. Once, while listening to the teacher reading "Goose, Goose, Goose, Think of Xiang Tiange ...", I learned to swim like a goose, which made the children laugh.
I found ancient poetry interesting at that time. Now that I'm in primary school, I'm listening to the teacher say, "Will the bright thread at the foot of my bed be frosted?" And "Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives more often during the festive season" … So I met many famous poets such as Li Bai, Lu You and Wang Anshi.
Now, I have learned many ancient poems. I am amazed at the art of mastering ancient poetry. "This river is red at sunrise and blue and green in spring." Bai Juyi remembered that once last year, the school organized a spring outing. Under the guidance of the teacher, we set off early in the morning.
The sun just came out, the grass on the roadside still contained crystal dew, birds jumped happily on the trees, flowers smiled, and groups of bees began to get busy. Looking at this scene of spring, the teacher asked each student to say a poem praising spring.
"I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing all around me", "In February, the grass grew long and the village was drunk with smoke" ... everyone said sentence by sentence. Simple words will vividly show me a beautiful view of Jiangnan; Another time, I played a brain teaser game with several partners, and I cleverly came up with a question: What is hanging in the sky? "UFO" and "Tiangong No.1" partners scrambled to answer.
"No, no, it's the moon." I pretended to shake my head deeply and said, "Li Bai has a poem that says' I don't know the moon when I am young, so I call it a white jade plate'".
After listening to my explanation, my friends seem to suddenly realize that they have a convincing position 636f707962616964757a68696416f31333361323566, which makes me proud again. These are some short stories about me and ancient poetry.
I like ancient poems. I know that my exploration of the profound culture of the motherland has just begun, and she will accompany me to grow up healthily and happily.