China is a country of poetry. Poetry has a long history, famous artists come forth in large numbers, and numerous works by famous artists are spectacular in Chinese civilization. Poetry expresses the author's feelings with its concise language and beautiful words.
Opening the floodgate of memory, I found my favorite poem. That's the work of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty-Mountain Walking. The four lines in the poem read: "The stone path in the cold mountain is far away, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "
This poem describes the beautiful scenery that the poet saw when he walked in the mountains in late autumn. The poet skillfully captured several scenery he saw on his way up the mountain: from a distance, it was a winding mountain road paved with rocks. When he reached the top of the mountain, he looked at the place surrounded by white clouds in the mountain, and several families appeared faintly. The maple leaves around him were like fire, which was even more beautiful, far better than the flowers in early spring and February. Here, there are white clouds, red leaves and bright colors; Mountain roads, maple forests and people's homes are harmonious and warm; Some poets stopped to watch the night view of Fenglin because of their love, which made the picture more affectionate. Writing autumn scenery, the whole poem has no sad and desolate atmosphere. Especially the last sentence, comparing maple leaves with flowers is very novel. The flowers in February are beautiful and charming, but when the spring breeze blows and the spring rain suddenly rises, they fall into the mud and go with the running water. But the maple leaves turned red in the struggle with autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn frost, showing great vitality. This is why the poet especially likes the maple grove. It is also the charm of this poem that has been passed down through the ages and is widely known.
Walking in the garden of ancient poems, we can enjoy all kinds of ancient poems. Farewell, spring, summer, autumn and winter, romantic scenery and scenic spots in ancient poems are all the legacy left by ancient poets to our descendants and the treasures of the Chinese nation.
Example 2
I have read countless poems since I was a child. Many people like to use poetry to express their feelings, wishes, thoughts of their loved ones and parting from their friends. Among the poems I have read, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is impressive:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.
In the poem, the author embodies the infinite love of a great mother, who thinks she is loving, simple and great.
Now, we take care of our mothers for granted. We can't understand their good intentions and sometimes even yell at them, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently. They have no regrets about what their children have done.
I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" in May 12, a mother leaned against the collapsed building in the ruins and protected her 3-4-month-old child under her. Because of the mother's protection, the child fell asleep unharmed and quietly. When the ambulance personnel untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a sentence written on the screen: Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember my love for you. Although this mother's great achievements are household names, does anyone who knows them feel anything? Mothers can give up their lives for their children, as mothers all over the world do.
When I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured me water and stayed by the bed. Under the care of maternal love, she recovered quickly. When I woke up, I was moved to tears when I saw my mother not sleeping by the bed all night.
In retrospect, when I failed in the exam, my mother didn't scold me, but gave me the correct answer to the wrong question. When I held the written report card in my hand, she smiled, very pleased and happier than me.
Looking back on these years, my mother accompanied me every day. No matter what the weather is like, she always holds my hand; No matter what happens, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; No matter how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, she always spends it with me. ……
Once, I hated my mother. Why is it so cruel? Why don't you hug me in the mud? Why didn't you teach me how to deal with setbacks before? Why are you so persistent that you don't persuade me to give up and not rest in silence? ...
Now, I don't hate my mother, but I am grateful to her. She never holds me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; Never depressed, money taught me to deal with it, because it wanted me to appreciate life; Never ask me to give up, but teach me to persist in silence.
Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; Thank you/kloc-for walking with me every day for 0/5 years ...
But how much love does this inch of grass have? Reported three spring rays.