Walking in the poetry forest, a feeling of heartache swept through my heart and cleaned my heart.
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Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow are magical changes endowed by nature to the four seasons and a generous gift from the creator to the world. All the wonders: the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and spring rain, the lonely long Hebei ... all shine in the poet's pen.
I have loved poetry since I was a child, and I have deep feelings for China's poetry. Poets and their poems grew up with me.
At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, a hermit enjoys the quiet life of "building a house in a humanistic environment, but there are no horses and chariots". He works at sunrise and rests at sunset, staring at the towering chrysanthemums, and he will feel incomparable sigh; He once had the great ambition of "benefiting the people all his life", but in the face of the turbid social reality, he did not bow down for "Five Doors of Rice". From him, I learned the spirit of "don't care about poverty, don't care about wealth" and a detached and indifferent mentality.
The sky in Wan Li is high and the clouds are light, and the Yangtze River flies to the clouds like ribbons. A poet stood at the bow of the boat. Looking at the raging river, he couldn't help chanting, "One day, I will sail straight up and cross the deep sea." Although he has great ambitions for his career, he is full of pride and doesn't want to "serve the powerful", so "but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you, the great mountain, when I need you" and give his love to the mountains and rivers! I love his poems, because from there I learned to be open-minded, how to laugh at life and how to overcome difficulties!
How could I forget that an old man was lying in bed as if he were sleeping under the circumstances of thunder and lightning and heavy rain. He stood up with difficulty and waved his hand on the paper. "I'm lying in a remote village, and I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to defend the country ..." Although his temples are gray, he still has the ambition to serve the country. This strong patriotic feeling can not help but make me respect and arouse my patriotic enthusiasm. I think this is the great poet Lu You's "dare not forget the country, but still have to close the coffin". From him, I understand the responsibility of Chinese people.
Reading one poem after another will always yield a lot. The poet transcends the secular state of mind, the spirit of hard work and enterprising, and the feelings of worrying about the country and the people ... which makes me enjoy it all my life and makes me love life more.
Poetry grows with me!