On a cold winter night, the north wind roared outside the window, and it was chilly, but Lu You forgot about it. He asked his son Yu Zi to sit down with him, concentrate on his studies and happily educate Yu Zi.
Lu You's son said: "The ancients spared no effort in reading. How worthy of our study is this spirit! " "I will study, Dad, and relax!" Yu Zi replied. Lu You asked again, "Son, do you find it difficult to learn?" Yu Zi said, "I'm not sure." "So, that's it. Then I will tell you, will you listen? " Lu you asked. Yu Zi replied, "I want to hear it." "Zi yu, you can want to listen up! I worked hard when I was your age, and I haven't achieved anything yet. The knowledge learned from books every day is limited. It's not enough for me to talk but not listen. To deeply understand book knowledge, you must practice it yourself. You are too young to travel around now. When you grow up, see and see, then you can travel everywhere, learn more about this society and experience the endless fun of knowledge by yourself. Do you understand everything I said? Yu Zi? " Lu you asked while explaining. "I understand, father. I will study hard and serve my country in the future. "
Therefore, Lu you wrote a poem for his son with great joy: the ancients learned nothing, and it takes time for people to get old.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
The poem "Reading on a Winter Night for Children" tells people that learning should have the spirit of perseverance. A person who has both book knowledge and practical experience is truly learned.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the moon in the night sky is still bright despite the cold, as if it were deeply attracted by Lu You's education and could not bear to leave.
(2) The story composition between me and poetry is 500 words.
Poetry is similar to the usual articles, except for a few words, and it is arranged in a standardized way. This is my previous view of poetry. I have learned Knocking on the Door of Poetry in recent weeks, and I feel that my point of view is still reasonable.
In the past, I was always full of curiosity and yearning for poetry. I thought that the poet must be very clever and a great writer. When I used to learn poetry, I swallowed it all at once, thinking that it doesn't matter if I don't understand the meaning of the poem, as long as I can recite it, it will be great. After learning this unit, I can understand poetry not only through its superficial meaning, but also through the poet's living environment, imagining it as a painting and so on.
Poetry is amazing. It can express feelings. I remember when I was learning to write poetry, I decided to write my love for trees in the form of modern poetry, because I always felt that trees have a constant relationship with human beings. After writing, I feel that my feelings to be expressed are vivid on paper, which makes people see at a glance. "This is the magic of poetry!" After my personal experience, I sighed from my heart!
After learning this comprehensive study, I feel that I speak more civilized. I remember once when I was discussing with my sister that time passed quickly, I unconsciously said, "It is sad for young people not to work hard." Sister smiled and said, "Not bad!" I was so happy that I thought, "This is all the result of learning poetry.
There are poems everywhere around us, but they just run out of your pen.
(3) The story of me and ancient poetry for 600 days.
The story of me and ancient poetry
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 I listened to the teacher read "Goose, Goose, Goose, Think of Xiang Tiange …" and learned the way of geese swimming, 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 twice every 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 seemed to suddenly realize and nodded convincingly, which made 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 grow up with me healthily and happily. ...
(4) I wrote a 400-word collection of stories with poems.
The treasure house of China's ancient poems is really profound and splendid. Ancient poetry is the essence of China culture. Ancient poetry has a vivid beauty, a beauty that cannot be replaced by other styles.
Facing those novels and stories, I prefer ancient poems. I like its rhyming catchy; I like its concise words and expressions, which are easy to understand. I like its beautiful artistic conception and philosophy. Ancient poetry makes people suddenly enlightened and their thoughts sublimate. Even foreigners admire and appreciate them.
My first teacher was my mother. Under her guidance, I have developed a strong interest in ancient poetry since I was a child. When I first went to school, I would recite one or two hundred ancient poems. In the third grade, I used my spare time to read and recite eagerly under the guidance of my mother. My memory is getting better because of my back. In just one year, I can recite more than 400 poems and essays. In the process of reading aloud, I met the unrestrained Li Bai; I got to know Du Fu who cares about the country and people. Met Yue Fei who was full of blood but died with great pains. ...
By reading ancient poems, it gave me a lot. Meng Jiao's "Only an inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays", which let me know the children's deep affection for their mothers; The story of Gong Yu moving mountains made me understand that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb; The story of the oil seller vividly tells me that practice makes perfect.
Ancient poetry is not only my mentor and friend. It always reminds me and educates me. I remember once, I fell out with my classmates because of a little thing, and I was very angry. At this moment, I thought of Confucius' "Jiu Si"-seeing clearly, listening attentively, thinking enthusiastically, looking respectfully, speaking loyally, thinking respectfully, asking doubtfully, thinking hard and seeing clearly. Compared with the ancients, I quarreled with my classmates because of a trivial matter, which ruined my friendship with my classmates for many years. Really superficial, really shouldn't! Finally, I took the initiative to apologize, "made peace" and made up with that classmate again.
The content of ancient poetry is profound and all-encompassing, which makes me deeply intoxicated. Every time I read a good poem, I feel the profoundness of China's culture: "I am playing with a lotus doll, though I am strong and clear, Ling Ge is meaningful.". This is a compliment to the beautiful mountains and rivers: "Laughing makes you timid, and there is no Ding Bai". This is a sigh of noble sentiment indifferent to fame and fortune: "watching swords after drinking, blowing horns in dreams, and even camping." This is the depth and radicality of serving the country.
The bright moon in front of the bed, the hibiscus on the water, and a little scenery in life are enough to trigger the endless fantasies of the ancients; How many successes, failures, gains and losses and warnings are recorded in ancient poems! Unconsciously, ancient prose has occupied an important position in my heart like "friends and relatives". Learning ancient poetry is not only a task, but also a pleasure. The talent of the ancients left many of our descendants behind. Appreciating ancient poems means enjoying life and savoring life. The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers. "Ancient poetry is the pride of our traditional culture! I love ancient poetry, my friends, come on, let's "read the eternal beauty and be young gentlemen!" " "
I hope more people will be companions of ancient poems, interact with China ancient culture, and inherit and carry forward our traditional culture.
5] The story composition between me and poetry is 500 words.
From small copy to big copy, poetry has accompanied me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. From "Goose Goose Goose Goes to Xiang Tiange" to today's "I will ride the wind and waves one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea", I have formed an indissoluble bond with poetry.
one
I met a poem at the foot of Nanshan.
I saw it, I saw Tao Yuanming's figure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"
So casual, so bohemian, pick a chrysanthemum by the roadside and take a breath of fresh air. Not stopped by difficulties, he finally saw Nanshan leisurely.
two
So we met on the grassland.
I saw it, I saw Van Gogh waving his brush to build that beautiful sunflower.
Perhaps only in the artistic conception of "low wind and grass, low cattle and sheep" will he wave a brush and draw a dream.
So, I saw the unique style of sunflower.
three
So we met at the seaside.
I saw it. I saw Cao Cao, the former leader of the United North, looking at the vast sea and chanting "The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough."
Perhaps only the sea can understand his ambition, and poetry can express his ambition.
So there was the heroic spirit of "riding a thousand miles alone" and the elegant demeanor of "relying on the emperor to make the princes", and the figure of Huarong Road died decisively.
The story between me and poetry, with the pace of Tao Yuanming, with Van Gogh's paintings, with Cao Cao's ambition. Therefore, my story with poetry is no longer monotonous.
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[6] My story composition with ancient poetry is 500 words, which is a bit level. It is best to write those tired of ancient poetry, thank you!
The story of me and poetry
In my memory, I began to read and recite poems in ignorance, but I didn't understand.
People's hidden emotions.
When I was a child, I recited Tang poems just for fun. I associated the scene with four rhyming poems: I saw "Flying Down Three thousands of feet" and wanted to see such a long waterfall. Maybe my parents won't let me, but I still want to find a dangerous building to pick the sun, moon and stars by hand. If the "people in the sky" are willing, I also want to find a star as a collection!
When I told my father about it, his laughter brought me back from my dream to reality. "These are just exaggerated figures of speech." Hearing this, I was disappointed and turned my back on the romantic poet. But when I grew up, I understood the rhetoric, the poet's times and experiences, and realized the beautiful artistic conception of Tang poetry and Song poetry and the beauty in the eyes of poets from the bottom of my heart. I realized that Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemums point to Nanshan, and Gong Zizhen's fallen leaves protect the spring mud. ......
However, what I love most is neither the idyllic poems with lofty rhyme nor Du Fu's cadence poems, but the frontier poems with tragic momentum. "Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times? " Whenever I read William Wang's Liangzhou Ci, I can always feel the heroic spirit and heroic desolation of the soldiers. Therefore, I like this poem best. Every time I read it, I can read different feelings, which is memorable. The stories of my childhood and poetry are still stored in my heart. Every time I am lonely, I will think of it. I can only smile when I think of my naive misunderstanding.
A long and short life is a poem, with long and short, ups and downs, and.
Very dull, some vigorous, some unknown, but in any case, this song is full of philosophy.
Li's life poem will be the most wonderful poem, and it will always be the most wonderful poem, because
Because it is unique!
There was once a story about me and ancient poetry, 100 words.
The story is the first good friend I made when I was a child. When I started reading, my mother told me beautiful ancient poems. I listened with relish and never forgot. Ode to Goose describes the scene of geese swimming in the water. "Silent Night Thinking" tells the family's feelings of missing their hometown. "Persuade" reminds me not to waste time and study hard; Looking at Lushan Waterfall depicts a spectacular scene.
Later, I gradually lost interest in ancient poetry. I was lucky enough to know an amiable and beautiful teacher Ma in the first grade of primary school. She is like our mother and sometimes our close companion. Her face is always cheerful, which makes people feel kind and warm. She made strict demands on us to recite poems every day. At first, many students didn't quite understand, and I didn't quite understand the teacher's intention. In order to encourage me, Teacher Ma offered to recite poems in a competition with me. See who carries the most. The teacher used some clever methods and recited the poem quickly. I recite poems according to the teacher's style. Gradually, I became more and more interested in reciting poems. Under the guidance of my teacher, I have recited 65,438+043 poems, and won the glorious title of the third king of poetry recitation in the fourth grade poetry competition. Now, I am more interested in reciting poems. I learned it from reciting poems.
I love ancient poems, and I love my teacher Ma even more.
(8) 550 words is the story of ancient poetry parting.
How can I let go of my helplessness? What does a picture mean? For me, it's clear. It means that all the pain and tears I have paid have not brought any happy ending. Perhaps, there is only a blank sheet of paper with Conan's smile printed on it. What's going on here? Do I expect so much? What I want is not unique. I just want a little care and attention, and that's all I need to satisfy. It is obvious from the past that I am so humble in your heart. I think it's time for me to get rid of it. My pain now is just a reward for your indifference in the past. However, Zeng Jin is not only my own fault, but my mistake is even more ridiculous. I am so self-righteous, thinking that what I am in your heart is so important. Finally, the picture you carefully painted warned me of such excitement. It's like being hit by a thunderbolt, which suddenly makes my head numb and my feet crisp. Suddenly, my world is full of snow. Everyone will give the best to those who care most, won't they? So, you gave me the worst painting. So, I was forced to quit the game involuntarily. Then, I gradually realized that what I paid was just in vain. If you don't get something in return, I have seen through the result of that story, why should I force myself to move on? You won't care if I leave anyway. You have what you have. What am I? Ironically, I made the same mistake twice. Let me say: I'm sorry I missed you. I'm sorry. Let me make you happy. I do.
All dreams are empty.
I can't see through the clouds.
Crossing the gap, maybe I will gradually understand.
That poem was once on a sunny day.
My shyness is stranded by you.
I can't remember when romance changed.
In which year and which day it suddenly disappeared.
Missed a lot in this season
Petals all over the sky render parting
Sorrow was thrown into the wilderness and turned into a butterfly.
It's almost impossible to resist the relentless snow.
Let it be