Poetry, like a ray of sunshine, brings me warmth; poetry, like the cool breeze in the afternoon, makes me feel refreshed and comfortable; poetry, is more like a good teacher and helpful friend, giving me a lot of lessons. In Wandering in the sea of ??poetry, I saw many shining things, which are human wisdom. I stretched out my hands to capture and pick up the whispers in the poem.
"Goose, goose, goose, Qu Xiang Xiang Qing Ge , white hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves." The blue sky, clear water, red palms, and white feathers brought me into a beautiful picture. "Spring sleeps without waking up, everywhere Hearing the singing of birds, the sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen?” The soft whisper of nature made me curious about its mystery. Accompanied by my grandma’s lullaby, and with the fantasy of childhood, I was in the naive and unremarkable world. I grew up slowly in my childhood.
I went to school. Reading Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son", I seemed to see the old mother sitting in front of the window when the sun was setting, sewing her clothes stitch by stitch. My eyes were full of love and expectation. I read about family affection and sown the seeds of gratitude in my young heart. Gong Zizhen's "Falling flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect them." I know the beauty of dedication. Reading Wang Bo I understand the preciousness of friendship. Reading Wen Tianxiang's "Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history." I understand that there is a more important thing besides life. Things require us to behave.
In poetry, I hold hands with the past and present, and talk to the world. I love poetry, deeply, and with all my heart.