Grey poetry recitation

Once upon a time, my father always taught me to recite Tang poetry and Song poetry word by word.

My reciting poems began in a spring when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. On that day, my father taught me to recite a poem by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "In the early morning of spring, I feel relaxed and happy, and birds are singing around me." But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken. Hee hee, dad, I know the poetry of this poem! "I shouted excitedly," you see, this poem is about the lingering dream of spring. Unconsciously, it loomed. After waking up, I only heard the cheerful songs of birds everywhere. It was windy and rainy last night. Who knows how many flowers have been knocked out? ！” Hearing this, my father smiled, relaxed the wrinkles on his forehead and gently stroked my round head with rough hands.

From then on, I became interested in poetry and recited several ancient poems about spring out of control. "Jasper makeup into a tree high, hanging green silk sash in ten thousand. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " Yes, I know this poem, too There is a tall willow, dressed like jasper, and its branches are all green. Who among us knows who cut the slender willow leaves, and the cold and hot February spring breeze is like sharp scissors. Didn't this set off a strong spring?

"People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and spring is empty." Ha, these two poems Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts-a piece of cake. In the evening, there was silence around, and osmanthus slowly and silently withered. Infinite silence makes the mountains in spring night more empty. When I read "A bird is startled in the moon and a bird is singing in the spring", I feel that the bright full moon has risen again. A bird was disturbed by the bright moonlight, and clear birdsong came from time to time in the deep mountain stream. Really quiet, weak and elegant!

One of Du Fu's poems is "Spring Festival travel rush in a hurry": "Su Su's tidbits are late, but flying tomatoes are light. A long time and a male bird, spring is far away. " After reciting it, I feel from the first two sentences that in spring, the color is bright red and the willows are light green; From the last two sentences, I understand that the sun is getting longer, spring is getting farther away, birds are coughing, and firewood is out.

Poetry has been with me all the way. Let me touch the context of poetry and taste the ever-changing sentences in Tang poetry and Song poetry. Agreed.

Poetry is just the mentality of Fu when he was young. "Good rain knows the season, and when spring comes". Spring is the flowing water in Du Fu's arms, with peach blossoms in full bloom, green mountains and green waters, and a "expensive as oil" spring rain, which is really a magnificent scenery.

Poetry, like a hot and cool summer, "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright every other day, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors." Summer in Su Dongpo's eyes can be called "strange". The lotus leaves in the West Lake are endless, and the lotus flowers are redder than each other. Su Dongpo's wine poems are really generous!

Poetry, also in the crisp autumn of Xiang Qiu, came to LAM Raymond and listened to the text: "Stop and sit and love LAM Raymond late. Yue Hua, a red fish with frost leaves, turned out to be Du Mu. What a poem praising autumn. In autumn, the sky is bluest and the sea is greenest, which sets off the maple leaves in autumn. This is really a great event worth seeing.

Poetry rustles everywhere like a cold winter. "There are some plums in the corner, and hanling is lonely. I know from a distance that it is not snow. How can there be a faint fragrance? " Wang Anshi whispered this historical work. In winter, the sky is gray, the wind is cold, the white and heavy snow creaks under people's feet, and the strong plum blossoms exude fragrance in such bad weather, which has won the praise of Wang Anshi.

The four seasons in the poem, like the blue sky and sea, are boundless. ...

When I was a child, my grandfather was a teacher and always taught me to recite ancient poems word by word. It's strange to see grandpa reading poetry. When he reads poetry, he always shakes his head and his voice is cadence. I asked grandpa why, and grandpa smiled and said, "Only when you shake your head while reading a poem can you read the charm of the poem." At that time, I didn't know where the charm of this poem was, but I nodded with a little knowledge.

I still remember that the first Tang poem I read that I could recite was Spring Dawn. I think the first time I made friends with Xiao Chun must be in spring. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." I asked grandpa what "smelling birds" meant, and grandpa said, smelling is listening. Don't you often hear birds chirping when you get up every morning? This is "bird sniffing". Oh, I see.

I read one by one and read many poems about spring. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." Oh, I know this poem. Clouds of wildfires are burning weeds, but they can't be extinguished anyway. When the spring breeze blows, weeds are reborn.

"Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring." I also know these two sentences. I don't like the sight of the country collapsing. Although the mountains and rivers are still the same, the city is full of grass and trees. Read: "Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?" A pale ink picture appeared in front of me, and the last sentence of the poet used interrogative sentences, which made me imagine a picture of "When is the bright moon" and "Take care of me", showing how homesick the poet Wang Anshi is!

Zhu Youshi's poem "Spring Day": "Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scenery will be new for a while. When you are free, you will know that the east wind is always spring. " Gradually, I understood the charm of poetry and gained a lot of knowledge.

Spring, in my poetic journey, follows me all the way. It occupies an important position in the poems I have learned, giving me endless inspiration and insight, and making me understand the charm of poetry. & lt packaging

Lin 2011-12-01

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