2. Write a 600-word composition "My Favorite Song" with my favorite poem as the topic.
"Every time I wander alone, I am strong, and every time I get hurt, I don't cry …" This is my favorite song "Invisible Wings".
I remember it was grade one, and I just went to primary school. My classmates, courses and teachers are all strangers to me. In class, I didn't answer the question, but looked at the teacher with frightened eyes. After class, I didn't chat and play games with my classmates, but sat in my seat by myself. Finally, the teacher told my mother about it. My mother thought about it for a day and a night, and finally came up with a coup. That day, she asked me to listen to music. "Every time I am strong in loneliness, I don't cry even if I am injured. I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings to take me to despair. " "Listen!" My eyes are full of joy. My mother asked, "Do you like this song?" "Of course, she is such a strong person." "So, you have to be such a strong person, okay?" At this moment, I seem to understand my mother's intention. At that time, tears were swirling in my eyes, which was really touching. So I have made great progress. Teachers and classmates say I look like a different person. Since then, whenever I encounter setbacks, I can't help but think of this song.
I like the song Invisible Wings, because it makes me more confident and stronger. Lu Shuyi, the instructor of Giant Geology Branch of Giant School, commented: "I am always strong in loneliness, even if I am injured, I don't cry every time ..." The familiar singer began her story. It was the song Invisible Wings that taught her to be strong and inspired her to forge ahead, so she was a loyal listener of this song.
3. "My Favorite Poetry" Composition Who said my favorite poem: Confucius climbed the East Mountain but was small, and climbed Mount Tai but was smaller than the world.
The philosophy contained in it makes Confucianism last forever. The arrogance of the king of the world flows in it.
I like this heroic spirit of climbing high and looking far and looking up at the sky. Because it has the meaning of swallowing the sky and eating the land and reversing Gankun.
In the distant past, Gou Jian was humiliated and tasted courage after returning home. From then on, it is no longer a fable that his 3,000 Yue family swallowed Wu. Who can say that Gou Jian can only destroy Wu if he is in the right place at the right time? Who can say that Gou Jian's destruction of Wu is just the will of the people? Who can say that Gou Jian is just laughing? Gou Jian destroyed Wu Geng because he had the heart to swallow the world. His heroism rose in his lost heart, from living in poverty, from ten years of living together, and from sharing hardships with the people.
Du Fu also failed in the list, and the talents were dying, so there was no way to serve the country. He traveled around the world, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, climbed Mount Tai, and wrote down the lofty sentiments adverbial of "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". .
At the head of the Five Mountains, a confident mound rises in his chest. From then on, he regarded the whole world as his own life, which also made him a "poet saint" in China's poetry circle and will be immortal. A person guarding it, who is talking? A general will be stationed on the edge, who dares to enter Huma? Who can override the merits when riding the dust? Li Guang, the patron saint of the Han nationality, is famous in history for "fighting in three Wan Licheng all his life and being a million teachers with one sword".
He won the admiration of the whole world, nothing else, because he has the ambition to visit Kyushu and overlook China. I, like boarding, like broad-minded, chic and lofty sentiments after boarding.
A scholar who likes to look down on the world in the torrent of history. Or poetry is like a mountain wind, refreshing; Or like a mighty river, wild and uninhibited words; Or words like the Nine Songs of the Yellow River, winding and undulating.
In the torrent of history, listen to the songs of literati, sing the songs of literati and sing the words of poets. You don't need Mount Tai, just because you have mountains in your heart.
This is my favorite poem: once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky ... look at the scenery, just because you are high; Looking down on the world, singing for the rise and fall; Ten thousand people admire and see the vicissitudes of the world.
4. Who can write a composition with "a poem I like" as the main topic? I am often moved by my friends' poems and songs, and by the sincere words of graceful feelings. Wind, flowers, snow, moon, bamboo flute and Yu Di, the most perfect things in the world, are all so far away from real life. And many things that happen around you, you can forget or give up all the troubles and hardships. But you can't forget your nostalgia, especially the nostalgia on that moonlit night. When you embark on a wandering journey, you can raise the sail of love and set sail in the ocean of your heart and the storm of life. What melody should reverberate in your ears and what memories should be quietly revived, but the legend of eternal love has interpreted the most beautiful interpretation in the Grand View Garden. When life is blowing in the wind, what can surpass this ruthlessness and tragic? Gradually, I am used to thinking in rainy and windy days, describing my little mood with words, encouraging myself with words, and bringing myself a little surprise and pride with words. I am glad that under this sky, I am still pure and sincere. Nothing can extinguish the enthusiasm of youth, and nothing can break the wings of hope, although there will be loneliness and loneliness in lost days. But as I said, it is also a kind of sad beauty, which can also stir up waves in my heart, just like a tragedy with eternal charm. Facing the watery moonlight, Li Qingzhao's poem "A Piece of Plum" is fragrant with red lotus root, and it is dead. Who sent a brocade book in the cloud? The word "wild goose" returns, and the moon is full of the West Building. Flowers leave Shui Piao, and there are two worries. I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I feel my heart. This heart sound, like yesterday's oratorio, clearly echoes in the ear, as if telling the bitterness in the heart. On a moonlit night, I miss you faintly. Can you not think of Su Shi's "Shuidiao Tou"? On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, it is difficult to achieve the artistic conception of these two sentences by connecting all the sighs in series. All people are enjoying the beauty of the moonlit night. Is this habit unique to me? Sorrow is like water, and water is like sorrow. Li Yu, the king of national subjugation, cried out with true feelings: "How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." If you live and work in peace and contentment like a civilian, how can there be such a thing? Maybe this is its real price, and nothing is worth it. Sometimes it is assumed that the water will still flow eastward, and sorrow will last forever. How many sleepless people will there be? I don't want to go back to the lost Millennium, but I inadvertently recall their worries and appreciate my emotions. Although I don't understand the changes in history, more precisely, I don't want to look for the breath left over. I really want to write something with my heart. I can use words to make you feel beautiful and my existence. I have never thought about who should deliberately remember anything, or for what reason, I have never hoped to be indomitable in your heart, I just want to put it in your heart. To the world. Looking forward to family safety and world peace. Simplicity is the most precious thing for human beings in many times. Perhaps because of this, it also slipped away the fastest. I'm used to this generosity. In my own sky, night is all my thoughts, thoughts are all my love, and love is all my life! Don't worry, my mood can't be answered, my debt is deep, my tears are falling day and night, and my heart is torn by tears. Whose fault is Xiang Tiange? .
5. Write a 250-word composition "My favorite poem" on the topic of my favorite poem. I like Wen Tianxiang's promise that "whoever has not died in life since ancient times must have a pure heart and shine in history"; I love Li Bai's heroic "flying down three thousands of feet, I suspect that the Milky Way has fallen for a few days"; My Rainbow Wei's feeling of "being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season".
However, I prefer the poem "A drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will be settled naturally", which influenced my childhood. Looking around, how carefree childhood is! But things that I still can't get over have been surging in my heart ... I was 9 years old that year, and my mother often urged me on my study.
"Go to review after dinner!" "I bought you an exercise book to do at the weekend!" "Stop watching TV and preview tomorrow's class!" This nagging makes me both sweet and irritable. Two semesters have passed, and I can't stand this kind of earnest persuasion, and my grades began to plummet.
I only got 65 points in an exam. After returning home, my mother scolded me: "You only play all day, and now you get such a small score." Is this test so difficult? " But I didn't listen at all, because I didn't like studying. It seems that one ear goes in and the other goes out, but I still have to live a "bitter" life.
When everyone is playing, I absently do various exercises; When everyone fell asleep, I rolled into the ocean of problems and casually wrote "X", "100" and "25" ... Once, my mother bought me an ancient poem and told me to finish it in one day, otherwise I was not allowed to go out to play. Although my grades are not good, I am a little interested in reading.
So, I took the book and read it. For the difficult part, I will skip it directly and look at the easy part casually.
But when I turned to page 57, I circled a sentence in red font, which attracted me very much. After reading it, it turned out to be a poem: a drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will follow. After reading this poem, I suddenly woke up ... from then on, I chased others in the study; Try to do housework at home; In society, many things are positive.
Because I understand that anything can be successful as long as you work hard. This sentence is still in my mind. No matter what I forget, I will never forget this inspiring sentence.
6. My favorite poetry composition grew up, and I read a lot of poems.
But there is only one sentence I can't forget, and that is, "Don't be idle, you are sad for nothing!" " I remember seeing this sentence for the first time in a Chinese class. The teacher explained the meaning of this poem and the story of Yue Fei, the author of this sentence. What the teacher said scares me more than "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly". Time won't wait for you. When it passes, it will never come back.
From then on, I made up my mind to race against time. Every time I run home panting, the watch on my wrist has less time to walk than the day before, and I will cheer. During the summer vacation, I worked harder and finished my homework quickly.
In this way, I have more time to read and preview than others. "Don't wait, white boy, empty sorrow!" Don't complain why others are having fun while you are still immersed in your homework.
Time is fair to everyone, the key is whether you will always squeeze the sponge of time. "Don't wait, white boy, empty sorrow!" Cherish the good times now and don't be sad when you are old.
If you don't make good use of the sunny time now, you will know how happy you are to seize the fleeting time in front of you as you lay dying. "Don't wait, white boy, empty sorrow!" Don't fantasize about the emptiness in the future, seize every minute of the present and be the master of time.
7. Write a composition on the topic of one of my favorite poems. My favorite poem is also urgent. 5. I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. I just want to see everything anyway. My three bookcases are all full.
Among them, I like reading ancient poems best, and "Xing" is my favorite one. In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, and the red leaves are covered with fields and hillsides.
Clusters of red leaves on the branches of maple trees are like clouds of fire. The mountain road twists and turns and stretches into the distance.
Several families can be faintly seen on the mountain. They stood there, and every family was smoking. "Dangdang Dangdang" There was a rush of hooves in the distance.
After a while, I saw a carriage coming here, and the famous poet Du Mu sat on it. Du Mu was attracted by the beautiful scenery. When he got off the bus, he couldn't help admiring the vibrant scene: it was so beautiful.
Mutu was fascinated by it, and even reached the state of forgetting myself. At this time, it seems that there is no time, no one, and it is a single world. Finally, the poet couldn't help reciting this poem: in the distance, the stone path of the cold mountain is oblique, 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 flowers. Finally, he couldn't restrain his mood and walked into the maple grove excitedly. The poet wore a white dress, and the red of the maple tree matched the white of the dress. This beautiful red leaf is simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.
I like poetry because it can make us enjoy beauty. When I was in kindergarten, I learned many ancient poems, such as Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer and He's My Hometown Book ... Among them, my favorite ancient poem was Li Shen's sympathy for farmers.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see a farmer's uncle hoeing the ground at noon in the scorching sun. The hoe is getting heavier and heavier, and the farmer's uncle is getting tired. Sweat ran down his face, soaked his clothes and dripped to the ground. What a difficult picture! It is precisely because of the hard work of farmers' uncles that we can eat so many rich foods every day, including delicious rice, delicious steamed bread and all kinds of fruits and vegetables ... but my mother told me that there are still many people in the world who can't eat because of disasters, wars and other reasons. They endured hunger and pain, and some people starved to death. How tragic! Compared with them, how happy our life is! But some children don't cherish this hard-won luck. When they eat, they waste food and pick and choose, and rice grains fall everywhere. Some children even secretly dump food, alas! Really wrong! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish the food!" " "My favorite ancient poems have been read countless times since childhood. 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, the most impressive one is Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children." . 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 are you 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 and don't advise me to give up silently instead of taking a rest ... Now, I don't hate my mother, but thank 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-walk with me every day for 0/5 years ... but how much love does this inch of grass have? Reported three spring scenery. My favorite poem 2. China is a country of poetry.
Since ancient times, countless great poets have emerged in China: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi ... These resounding names have long been deeply engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works have been told by later generations through the ages.
My favorite is Yu Qian's Poem of Lime. This poem was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister and national hero in Ming Dynasty.
The full text of the poem is like this: a thousand hammers cut out a deep mountain, and the fire burned like crazy. Broken bones and powder are everywhere.