In a blink of an eye, I will be twelve years old. With the company of poetry, I spent one spring, summer, autumn and winter after another. It is poetry that inspires me, inspires me and gives me joy in life. Poetry will accompany me all my life.
One spring, just after the heavy rain, the blue sky was washed, and the earth was wet and dyed green by the spring rain. I walked into the park under the guidance of my mother. Birds are singing everywhere, and the flowers in the flower bed are shy and delicate. Looking at this scene, I can't help but blurt out: this spring morning, I woke up in a relaxed mood, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken.
"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. " Every time I think of this poem, I seem to see such a scene: a jade-like willow with thousands of branches hanging down and green silk strips. A gust of wind went abroad, and thin willow leaves swayed with the wind. Every time I think of He's "Singing Willow", such a scene will emerge in front of my eyes. Poetry has inadvertently penetrated into my bone marrow. In the accumulation of bit by bit, my interest in poetry is getting stronger and stronger. A few days ago, under the guidance of my teacher, I was inspired to write my first children's poem. I grew up in the ink of poetry, and the simple flower of poetry will quietly open as I grow up.
The long-awaited poetry reading contest will finally be held today.
I came to school early with excitement because I didn't get my clothes last night. My mother made me beautiful makeup at the school gate. When I got to the classroom, I quickly changed my clothes.
After a while, Teacher Liu said, "I went to the sixth floor to perform!" " "I came to the sixth floor conference room with trepidation. Pushing open the door, Class 3 (4) has already started the performance. My mood is even more tense. It will be the turn of Class Three (2) soon. Teacher Liu asked us to queue up for the stage.
When the host said, "Please perform in Class 3 (1), I will fly with my motherland." We lined up on the stage. With the music playing, Zhang Chenxi said loudly, "I have a happy dream, a dream of flying ..." Finally, it was my turn to say my lines. My heart beat in my throat. I read my lines excitedly and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. The performance was over, and we walked off the stage with smiles on our faces.
Teacher Liu gave us a thumbs-up and said, "Children, you did a good job!" " "After so many days of hard rehearsal, our team won the first place. We cheered!
There are poems everywhere in life: well-formed Tang poems, catchy Song lyrics, lyrical Yuan songs, naive children's songs and meaningful modern poems. From the earliest poetry collection "The Book of Songs" to Bing Xin's well-known "Stars in Spring". In late autumn, every student in our class tastes poetry, collects poetry, recites poetry and makes poetry collections.
Every student in our class has collected all kinds of poems. There are stories about spring scenery, stories about children's lives, and poems about "snow" ... What I appreciate most is that "spring scenery can't close the garden, and an apricot leaves the wall." This poem, because it writes the truth that vitality cannot be suppressed.
This poetry speech contest is wonderful. Xue Chenyu, who was the first to appear, drew laughter: as soon as the host's voice fell, Xue Chenyu got up from his seat and went to the podium and said, "Hi!" He recited "Man Jiang Hong", which was really a bit aggressive. "Angry, aperture, it's raining. Looking up, screaming at the sky, strong and fierce. " Looking at his wide eyes, I added points to his demeanor (Miss Li asked us to grade each student). After reading it, he said "goodbye!" "With the wave, and a burst of laughter in the class.
Reading different poems will bring us into different worlds. In the long river of history, poetry has become a kind of culture, shining with charming light, and we should savor it carefully.
There is always a regret in my heart.
There is always an idea.
Unfortunately, I failed to touch his heart again.
I'm reading about his love life.
He left quietly, which caught us off guard.
We can't believe that a living elf ... is already in do or die-
However, tears poured down and we missed him endlessly, but there was nothing we could do. ...
Before he enjoyed the happiness of youth, the kingdom of heaven called him-
How ... how hurt is this? ...
This wound won't heal ... but maybe time can dilute it-
He left, cruel, leaving us who cared about him.
There is a saying that hurts my heart-if life is just like the first time.
Maybe, one day.
Can you give us another chance to cherish ... even in the end ... it will still hurt-
Know what to cherish, know what to lose-
But I cherish it, can I not lose it-
Even if it's not ... can we not be so quick-
Cherish the people who are still there.
If there is heaven, then, dear God,
You must make him healthy and happy! -
I hope you can be with God without sadness and fear-
Heaven ... is where everyone goes.
I hope when I leave-
I can still find you-
I have a love story that is difficult to write.
There is always an indescribable ink fragrance.
There are always poems that are difficult to write.
There is always a dull pain when running.
-pain, but helpless.
Can't leave, can't hide, and think hard.
Just like I was in Qingshi alley.
Waiting for you.
Ivy-wrapped melancholy.
There have been years of heartless sadness.
Looking forward to meeting, no return date.
Open the interdependence and unity hidden on the page.
Negligently
Cann't let go of love
It will always play back quietly.
sometimes
I'm always thinking.
Smoke and sand will make my black hair gray forever.
The breeze always wrinkles my eyes.
There is no reunion that never ends.
No clothes to take away.
But why is it always raining?
Wet as a rose lip.
thought
Why is it always so hard to understand?
Covered with branches, swaying into sadness
A journey of love hurts a lifetime.
You are on the mountain, and you are in the water.
Maybe only life is tired.
Never see it again.
Maybe this is the meaning of life.
A beautiful value
I have a love story that is difficult to write.
I can't control my inner expectations.
I can't say what I expect.
This unexplained reason
When I wait for you in misty rain lane.
I won't go if you don't come.
-How dare I grow old if you don't come?
How could I have thought of that?
Flowers are Zen.
Love is Buddha's heart.
The gentle spring breeze gently awakened the river that had been sleeping for a winter. Miss Rouliu combed her pigtails and silently returned our cotton-padded jackets. Touch our faces with motherly hands. Bring us back from winter dreams to spring dreams.
The sun is like fire, and the heat is unbearable. The cicadas in the treetops were hoarse. Tired: exhausted. Screaming at the top of my lungs, exhausted. Describe trying to shout. ] Singing happily, under the big tree, the old man is enjoying the cool with a cattail leaf fan, and in the river, the children are playing in the water. On a sleepless summer night, insects are buzzing and groups of fireflies are cruising with lanterns.
Say goodbye to summer heat wave and step into autumn coolness. Golden rice waves appear in the fields, and the orchard is filled with sweet, fruity and fruitful autumn, a golden season and a harvest season.
Snowflakes fell on the treetops, roofs and the ground. Miss Winter created a crystal clear fairy tale world with a pair of skillful hands. Make a snowman, have a snowball fight and hide under the covers. The world of pink jade is full of children's happy winter, a hibernating season.
Colorful seasons and rich life.
After studying these days, we finally got to my favorite part: holding a poetry recital. Why? Because this opportunity is only once, think about it, what a wonderful thing it is to listen to that beautiful poem and savor it carefully!
This afternoon, when we were sweeping the floor, we saw a group of people practicing reading in front of the classroom. They were holding papers that didn't know what was written on them. I patted my head, alas! There's going to be a poetry recitation, and I haven't sent a recitation to the people in our group yet! I reminded Zhao that he told us to hurry back to the classroom and practice reading poetry.
After sweeping the floor, we rushed back to the classroom. I took out the reading manuscript and sent it to the people in our group. Because we are sweeping the floor this week, many things are unprepared. The first is music. There are ten people in our group, but none of them has a mobile phone. What bad luck Secondly, we rehearse. We haven't practiced. How can I read aloud with a sense of collectivity? We all want to: sharpen your knife at the last minute, and you will be less unhappy. But we were shot while lying down. The teacher asked us to start with the first group, which is our group. We didn't flinch, but went to school. Because there is no music, no emotional reading, we tied for the first place with another group, that is the countdown.
This failure was just a mistake, and we must turn it around next time.
This comprehensive study has taught me a lot: there are ways to read poems, as well as skills to make poetry collections and poems ... and I have also learned a lot.
When I was making a collection of poems, I searched a lot of modern poems and found many unread ones. When I study the text, I should expand after class. When writing poetry, I see the trend of thought of others writing poetry, and I am at a loss. I think we should read more books, recite more and think more in the future. At the poetry reading meeting, I not only learned the courage of Bletilla striata, but also learned some ancient poems that I haven't read. I know that I should read more ancient poems, not just modern poems. In the knowledge contest, I feel ashamed to see others tell the answers as soon as they see the questions.
In the activity, I benefited a lot from these gains. What impressed me the most was the method of reading poetry: imagining the picture, describing the artistic conception and experiencing the picture in front of the poet. Understand the poet's creative background, environment and feelings when writing poems, and read poems in connection with real life to gain more knowledge. ...
This comprehensive study, let me know that the poems I have learned are only superficial, and the future study will make life full of poetry and keep poems in my heart forever.