I have an appointment with poetry.
The seasons change and the stars move. Everything is changing. What remains unchanged is the feeling hidden in my heart.
I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. The phrase "but now I remember that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I broke" brought me into a fairy-tale world. I imagine the cock crowing at dawn in the early spring morning, and I look at the colorful fallen flowers outside the window, which gives me a wonderful feeling. There seems to be a deep fate between us, which makes me fall in love with you at first sight. When I was a child, it was really "when you, my love, rode on a bamboo horse, trotted around and threw your childhood."
As time goes by, I grow up and love you more and more. I don't know when it started. I like to walk by the lake with you holding a complete book of Song Ci. When I see the falling flowers, I will think of Yi 'an's "Flowing Flowers". Once, I scattered my picked peach blossoms into the water, thinking that this is the so-called flower drifting with the water. At that time, I always had this naive idea, until now I realized that this poem only reflected the poet's state of mind. You are so charming!
You have accompanied me through ups and downs, and only true love follows you. I traveled through endless time and space. You took me back a long time to understand the feelings of the ancients.
Once, there was a saying, "What if you are worried?" Brought me back to the battlefield between Chu and Han. You let me witness the sadness of Farewell My Concubine and the tragic death of Xiang Yu in Wujiang River. The sun is like blood, but not only the sun is like blood. ZhuiZhui's roar is piercing. Accompanied by being attacked on all sides, the cold wind hit the soldiers' steel knives, making them clank and thunder. On the banks of the Wujiang River, Xiang Yu's blood will always be recorded. This song "Gaixia Song" is Xiang Yu's masterpiece, but it vividly reproduces the scene at that time.
Once upon a time, there was a saying that "Dajiangdong went to the waves to wash away, and he was a romantic figure through the ages." Took me back to Chibi, the ancient battlefield, and saw Zhou Yu, who was heroic and spirited, and the legendary "black silk scarf of feather fan, vanished and smiled." There are still traces of fire on the red cliff, just like a picture just after a war. I guess the war must be cruel. Su Shi's boldness has always been my favorite, and you let me know him better.
Coupled with Li Qingzhao's "curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers." Let me know her sad life. Nalan Rong Ruo's "Life is just like the first time" shows me the orchids on his chest and the thoughts of God. Liu Sanbian's "sentimental feelings have been hurt since ancient times, even worse than the cold and autumn festival." Let me feel his delicate feelings again.
Poetry, you have increased my knowledge, enriched my emotions, and given me the opportunity to have heart-to-heart communication with so many ancient people, which has purified and sublimated my soul. You let me find courage in my predicament and see what the ancients did when they were desperate, thus turning grief into strength. Although the times we live in are far apart, I will get to know you, and I will cherish the love between us through time and space more.
I don't regret meeting and knowing you. I will face the future and challenges with you.
Poetry, I will meet you in this life.
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Please write an article of about 800 words on the topic of "I and Novel". There is no limit to style except poetry.
Whenever I read martial arts novels, I seem to enter the world of martial arts novels and worry about the rough experience of heroes and chivalrous men; Despise the insidious cunning of despicable people; Cheer for the heroic feats of positive people; Rejoice for the tragic ending of the villain ...
I remember when I was very young, I liked reading. From the comic books I read as a child to the novels I read now, I keep them well at home. However, I like reading martial arts novels best. I have read almost all the martial arts novels written by literary masters such as Jin Yong, Gu Long and Liang Yusheng.
I first read martial arts novels in the fourth grade. At that time, there was a TV series "Dragon" on TV, and I liked it very much. Just as the new library in the compound opened, I went there to borrow books. In the library, rows of shelves are lined with neat books: literature, history, reference books and children's books. Some books on the shelf are slightly worn out and seem to have been read by many people; Some books are brand new, and perhaps no one has time to read them. Suddenly, I found that the library actually has the original "Tianlong Babu" written by Mr. Jin Yong! So, I took the book off the shelf, sat in the chair and began to be fascinated. I was attracted by the gripping plot, generous and chivalrous characters, strange and magical peerless martial arts in the book. I decided to borrow this book and read it at home. Since then, I have been fascinated by martial arts novels. Whenever I read martial arts novels, I seem to enter the world of martial arts novels and worry about the rough experience of heroes and chivalrous men; Despise the insidious cunning of despicable people; Cheer for the heroic feats of positive people; I am happy for the tragic ending of the villain ... The novel "Eight Dragons" made me like martial arts, and I often can't put it down. Later, I used my spare time and leisure time to read some martial arts novels written by several famous writers.
After reading so many martial arts novels, I have a new view on this kind of "alternative literature". Many people think that martial arts novels are a kind of "idle books", which are of no help to us students. I don't think so, because martial arts novels are also a kind of literature. Many people come to buy this kind of books, which shows that martial arts novels are not useless at all. Martial arts novels also made me understand a truth: justice and courage. Justice is everywhere. In the novel, many positive characters of martial arts are willing to suffer injustice, confront and struggle with powerful evil forces, and some even sacrifice themselves in order to safeguard justice. Heroes and chivalrous men's fearless courage in the face of evil forces is also what we modern people should learn.
Reading is really a good thing. Reading can increase our knowledge, broaden our horizons and improve our reading and writing abilities.
As the saying goes, the book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. Let's read more books and read good books together.
This article is selected for the network, I hope my answer will be helpful to you.
Please write an 800-word composition from a small angle with me and ancient poetry as the topic.
My world is better because of you!
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!" "
Four poems conquered my 800-word composition.
I was conquered by words! Those beautiful essays, beautiful novels, elegant poems, they conquered me with the power of turning everything from steel into soft fingers, and let me completely lose the battle. Their trophy is my love! Since then, words have lived in my heart and become my love.
I often tell myself to hide my inner feelings when writing articles, because I am afraid of being told by the teacher that there is something wrong with my thoughts, but I can't do it every time, because as long as I mention the pen, only the most real things are left in my mind, and I unconsciously reveal my true feelings, as if I have forgotten everything, leaving only my love for words and my inspiration, so every time I say and write, I am just lying to myself. If it is really written by me, I will write every sentence.
I love articles that express my feelings by borrowing scenery, in which the bold depiction of beautiful scenery and hidden true feelings are all fairyland I don't want to return to; I love paper with sharp strokes, in which I meet openly, and the words with distinctive themes are all my indulgent actions; I love narrative stories, and the emotional events in the text are the source of my appreciation and touching; What I like best is that short but memorable ancient poem, in which I can't put it down because of the expression of life philosophy and patriotic enthusiasm!
Of course, I also analyze the novels of mourning for Jin Daiyu, read the prose like a bridge, and appreciate the literati's deep or free and easy essays. As long as it is about words, I have dabbled in it more or less, and the ancient rivers and mountains have attracted countless heroes. Today's words have attracted thousands of teenagers to submit to you.
I think, I am destined to run around for words all my life without regrets!
Fifth, ask for a composition entitled "My Story with Tang Poetry", 800 words high school level.
The story of me and Tang poetry
Tang poetry is the essence of China culture, which is 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 scene between Li Bai and Meng Haoran, and realized the tenacious vitality of grass and the philosophy of cicada. There are many stories between Tang poetry and me, and one of them makes me unforgettable.
On New Year's Eve this year, grandma's house was very lively: mother, father, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister surrounded a table. After a New Year's Eve 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 them or are slow to respond," said the elder sister loudly. "Let me say one thing first-good rain knows the season, when spring comes." "The old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March." I picked them up at once. "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, who is studying in kindergarten, 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, it was just me and my sister, and neither of them would let anyone. "Who can't stand homesickness in this nocturne?" Sister blurted out. I don't show weakness either: "When you come back from a full meal at dusk, don't take off your hemp fiber and lie in the moonlight." "Little baby punted, duckweed drove together." "Wrong! The last sentence is' stealing Bai Lianhua back'! " I shouted.
Write an article on the topic of "The Story Behind Tang Poetry and Song Poetry". Not less than 800 words; Can't be written into poetry.
Yulin Ling (original, safe to use)
The grey night of pigeons spread quietly on the Qinhuai River, and the ship wandered in the middle of the night. The light was dim, and I leaned against the railing alone, worried and unable to concentrate.
When Liu Lang is drunk, he is more lonely after drinking, his knife-shaped eyebrows are locked, and all his worries are deeply tolerated. I know, he is thinking about his mother. Over the years, in order to comfort the death of his beloved wife, he took the exam. But he failed again and again, saying, "If you fail, you won't fight wild. Why did you lose your life? " Is it fate or fate? "I put up with the floating name and changed it to shallow singing." A complaint was replaced by "Let's fill in the lyrics. Why do you need this floating name?" Ironically, "I love red and green, have an affair, live a smooth life and enjoy youth." I lingered in Liuxiang, Huajie and ballroom, but he no longer anesthetized his heart all the time. As the days passed, he missed his mother more and more. "Going to get drunk, singing the right wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. This is too tiring for Iraq. " What should I say to such a person who values affection and righteousness? Liulang, Liulang, what should I take to soothe your scarred heart and heal your wounds?
His mother's departure was a devastating blow to him. I wonder if there is a man in the world who is willing to hold such deep feelings for his dead wife, fiddle with the strings on the spindle, gently pick the pipa and slowly float out with a cavity of sorrow. Yesterday, the emperor's imperial edict came from the capital of song dynasty, saying, "Xie Xuan and Yu Ying will enter the palace to wait for driving, and set out one day. There must be no mistakes." I took over the decree, but I was never calm. I know the end of the rebellion, the piano clanked, my fingers lingered on the strings, and the gentle wind gently shook Liu Lang's clothes. "Yu Ying, if you can leave, let's go." Raising a pen is a new word, "Acacia can't get together for a long time. Good day and night, unprovoked, full of worries. " Took the word, changed the pipa, and played silently. Liulang, how can you not know that I can't bear to part with you? The strings were strung a hundred times, singing in a low voice, full of helplessness, and the piano suddenly broke. Looking at the broken strings in my hand, a thousand words are stuck in my throat.
How many times in the past?
Liulang still left, with his pride and talent, drifting away. Half the city is mourning, fame and fortune are cut off from him, but he walks brilliantly and immortally. The phrase "emotional separation since ancient times" splashed gracefully for thousands of years. ...
Iraqis will never forget the fireworks in March, the willow painting bridge and the meeting in the wind curtain.
What can't be forgotten is that in Hangzhou, there are 100,000 families by the West Lake enjoying the smog. The only thing you can't forget is that when you left Jiangzhou, the shower began to rest, and you held hands and looked at each other with tears.
The only thing you can't forget is ...
Tears, flooding, can't stop, I miss Xie, but a weak woman, He De He Neng, lingers among dignitaries with your love, looking at the ugly faces of those "gentlemen", dragging their soulless bodies, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy. Only you gently hold my face and pity in your eyes. In this life, although you and I have never been husband and wife, it is enough for me.
The mountains overlap and Hui Jin disappears. The world will never see the sad face between your eyebrows again. I smile, Wan Wan. Who should I show it to? Don't be dark after the negative, how much time, tears at the Qinhuai side, all kinds of customs, and who to tell.
Story composition in seven ancient poems, 800 words.
The composition of ancient poetry I saw
Fire in July, hot summer. At the foot of the mountain, a winding stream flows quietly over the edge of the village. Occasionally, a few pebbles turn in the water, making a pleasant "Ding Dong, Ding Dong" sound. Attracted several swallows to shuttle back and forth on the water. After crossing the village, the stream disappeared into the dense forest. Sunlight shines on the water through the cracks in the leaves. It was hot, and the birds in the Woods put away their voices early and hid in the depths of the Woods. Only a few cicadas are tirelessly singing "cicada, cicada".
"The scorching sun is like fire. Grandson ... pinched the fan under the shepherd boy tree ... and was busy collecting firewood ..." A loud song sounded in the Woods. It turned out that a little shepherd boy was riding on the back of a yellow cow and singing loudly there. I saw the shepherd boy naked, covered in water, and his shorts were dry. Obviously, he is just playing with water in bare eggs, and several small fish are strung on a willow branch on the horn to prove this. Tired of playing, lie on the cow's back and have a rest and sing. Oh, no wonder the little shepherd boy is so cheerful! In fact, the little shepherd boy is also working and studying; Half a day reading and writing, half a day grazing cattle and mowing the grass. In the village, you can also be considered a scholar! Well, most of the day, the little shepherd boy kept singing, and the songs he sang were all popular at that time!
"Beautiful mountains and rivers, lotus in full bloom ..." The song is still sweet. Suddenly, the cow Cleisthenes barked, and the shepherd boy's attention was attracted by the slight commotion of the cow. In front of him, a cicada is crawling. The song came to an abrupt end, and the shepherd boy gently rolled over and walked slowly towards the tree. As he walked, he stood in front of his mouth with his finger and warned the cow not to make any noise. I saw the shepherd boy absorbed in the note, his hands folded, and suddenly shot. Just then, I heard the cow moo again, and the cicada flew away with a "knowledge" before the shepherd boy stopped. The shepherd boy was furious and turned around and cursed the cow for ruining his good deed! Bulls are also spoiled by shepherds. He shook his hairy ears, shook his tail and shook his head, turning a blind eye to the shepherd boy. ...
An 800-word composition with the theme of real life and poetic life
Life is a poem.
Life is like a great epic, composed of poems full of ups and downs and poems full of life and wonderful stories. Life is a poem and every day is a poem.
On the way to school in spring, students' laughter echoed everywhere, filled with the breath of youth. Look at the rising sun just rising slowly from the horizon, feel the warmth of spring sunshine, appreciate those street trees with green leaves, and gently shake their bodies in the breeze, as if waving to us; Or in the misty spring rain, the drizzle is like silk, washing away the green leaves of the grass under the stones on the wall, and the joy of playing with unknown birds between the tips of the leaves moistens our students' hearts. In spring, every day is a small poem, peaceful and unpretentious, with a long lasting appeal.
In the classroom in midsummer, there is always a vibrant atmosphere in the air, which gives us students who are studying hard an inexhaustible motivation, a kind of * * *. Is this a gift from the scorching sun or an encouragement to wash the blue sky? We don't know. All I know is the dancing figures on the court, the partners enjoying the cool and laughing in the dark green shade, and the small light spots that try to cross the thick green leaves and directly hit the ground. Listen, with the drum beating, we go back to the classroom and realize our dreams and vows of youth in front of the textbooks ... In midsummer, every day is a colorful and moving poem, youthful and passionate, gorgeous and extraordinary.
On the way to school in autumn, the yellow leaves drifted with the wind, turned and folded in the waltz at the end of life, and finally landed, decorating our way home with our last breath. Looking at the distant mountains, the setting sun is like blood, and the autumn wind blows our faces with the coolness of the northland. I can't help feeling sad. I clenched my fist and hurried to a warm home under the dusk sky. Autumn, every day is a poem, indifferent, quiet and beautiful, and where you will go is for a better reunion in the coming year.
The cold winter has come and the cold wind is howling. It is a magnificent poem, but when I think of my classmates' words and parents' concern, every day in winter is a warm and touching poem.
This is a poem in my heart, mixed with bitterness and joy, embellishing my life, inspiring my struggle and inspiring my progress (
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About the experience and feelings of reading ancient poems and asking to write 800 words.
Thoughts on reading boating in Guazhou
Thoughts on reading boating in Guazhou
Science fiction elves
When you mention ancient poems, you will definitely recite a lot. However, to write a poem, it needs to be revised repeatedly. Only in this way can we write a good poem. Although you can recite ancient poems, do you know the story about changing poems? I know a story about changing a poem.
This poem is boating in Guazhou. This is Wang Anshi's poem about missing Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River. The whole poem is like this: Guazhou, Jingkou, separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Among them, "Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan" is a famous sentence widely read by people. But who knows how much effort Wang Anshi has devoted to this poem? "Spring Breeze on the South Bank of Linjiang" is said to be original by Wang Anshi. After writing, he felt that "to" was not as good as "to" and changed it to "to". Later, I thought that "passing" was not as good as "sending", so I changed it to "sending". Then it was changed to "Jin" and "Man", but he felt dissatisfied with them and finally changed it to "Green". After his repeated revisions, this poem has finally become a good poem, which has been passed down through the ages.
After reading this poem and knowing the story behind it, we can't help thinking about some things in our lives. In our life, the success of anything also requires our unremitting efforts. Take writing as an example. To write well, you need not only repeated practice, but also careful thinking. It's just Rainbow Anshi's revised poem. Only after repeated deliberation and careful consideration can we write good words. At the same time, after reading this poem, I understand the story behind it and a truth. If you want to do anything well, you must persist in doing it, and giving up halfway can only lead to failure.
Reflections on reading poetry
Life needs a normal heart to create,
Need a normal heart to nourish.
Look at life with a normal heart,
Dare to struggle, dare to create!
Life trajectory,
There are twists and turns.
Only by mastering the rhythm and timing of life,
Will win life!
Thoughts on Reading Compassion for Peasants
When I was a child, I always heard some brothers or sisters sing "Cut the grass at noon, sweat drips down the soil, but every grain is in the grain ..." When I was learning to sing, I didn't understand the meaning of this poem.
When I was in primary school, I finally understood the meaning of the poem "compassion for farmers", which told people to cherish food. Every grain of rice is bought by the farmer's uncle with sweat and labor, and must not be wasted.
When I read this poem, I feel a sense of shame because I often waste food. When eating, secretly pour some rice while adults are not paying attention. ...
I want to thank this poem, because they let me know what treasure is. Without it, I don't know how much rice would be wasted.
After reading this poem, I understand that a person should learn to cherish, and cherish should start from small things. Rice is the hard work of farmers' uncles. If all the farmers in the world hate that they don't care about food, so they don't grow vegetables, rice and wheat, then the world won't starve to death!
Ah, let's join hands and make an appeal to the world: cherish every grain of rice, protect the grain resources of the earth and prevent it from running out of grain.
I have an appointment with poetry.
I have an appointment with poetry.
The seasons change and the stars move. Everything is changing. What remains unchanged is the feeling hidden in my heart.
I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. The phrase "but now I remember that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I broke" brought me into a fairy-tale world. I imagine the cock crowing at dawn in the early spring morning, and I look at the colorful fallen flowers outside the window, which gives me a wonderful feeling. There seems to be a deep fate between us, which makes me fall in love with you at first sight. When I was a child, it was really "when you, my love, rode on a bamboo horse, trotted around and threw your childhood."
As time goes by, I grow up and love you more and more. I don't know when it started. I like to walk by the lake with you holding a complete book of Song Ci. When I see the falling flowers, I will think of Yi 'an's "Flowing Flowers". Once, I scattered my picked peach blossoms into the water, thinking that this is the so-called flower drifting with the water. At that time, I always had this naive idea, until now I realized that this poem only reflected the poet's state of mind. You are so charming!
You have accompanied me through ups and downs, and only true love follows you. I traveled through endless time and space. You took me back a long time to understand the feelings of the ancients.
Once, there was a saying, "What if you are worried?" Brought me back to the battlefield between Chu and Han. You let me witness the sadness of Farewell My Concubine and the tragic death of Xiang Yu in Wujiang River. The sun is like blood, but not only the sun is like blood. Xu's roar was piercing. Accompanied by being attacked on all sides, the cold wind hit the soldiers' steel knives, making them clank and thunder. On the banks of the Wujiang River, Xiang Yu's blood will always be recorded. This song "Gaixia Song" is Xiang Yu's masterpiece, but it vividly reproduces the scene at that time.
Once upon a time, there was a saying that "Dajiangdong went to the waves to wash away, and he was a romantic figure through the ages." Took me back to Chibi, the ancient battlefield, and saw Zhou Yu, who was heroic and spirited, and the legendary "black silk scarf of feather fan, vanished and smiled." There are still traces of fire on the red cliff, just like a picture just after a war. I guess the war must be cruel. Su Shi's boldness has always been my favorite, and you let me know him better.
Coupled with Li Qingzhao's "curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers." Let me know her sad life. Nalan Rong Ruo's "Life is just like the first time" shows me the orchids on his chest and the thoughts of God. Liu Sanbian's "sentimental feelings have been hurt since ancient times, even worse than the cold and autumn festival." Let me feel his delicate feelings again.
Poetry, you have increased my knowledge, enriched my emotions, and given me the opportunity to have heart-to-heart communication with so many ancient people, which has purified and sublimated my soul. You let me find courage in my predicament and see what the ancients did when they were desperate, thus turning grief into strength. Although the times we live in are far apart, I will get to know you, and I will cherish the love between us through time and space more.
I don't regret meeting and knowing you. I will face the future and challenges with you.
Poetry, I will meet you in this life. You can have a look.