When I was in junior high school, I only dealt with a few friends-the rustic old man, the exotic young lady and the mysterious Mr. Li. Maybe it's because I have a strong knowledge of Chinese. My reading level of classical Chinese is in my class, no, it has always been one of the best in the whole school. This time, I love my family, I love dogs, and I am particularly interested in classical Chinese. "Have friends come from afar, joy? ..... "I remember this is the first time in my life that I smiled at the" old enemy "who embarrassed me countless times. No, I'm sorry, it should be "old friend". With the first grade, there will be fifteen. Since then, I have been out of control and plunged into ancient poetry like a bookworm. Looking at the traces left by childhood, my heart suddenly felt sour, and tears brushed down like a rainstorm. "Three hundred Tang Poems" has long been eaten by rats, and "folk poems" have been riddled with holes by moths ... Faced with this "horrible" scene, I shook my head helplessly and muttered, "I love you, really, 100% love you ..."-For the first time in my life, I said something hidden in my heart to the poem.
The years are ruthless, and I entered high school with infinite nostalgia for my childhood. In the intense study life, I certainly have no time to take care of those "old acquaintances"; However, "it is predestined to meet thousands of miles away", I didn't expect that I not only had the opportunity to accept the nourishment of "old rain", but also had the opportunity to accept the edification of "new knowledge". The mole drank the river, but he was full. " I chanted loudly, immersed in the essence of the old saying, "I won't give up, in order to bury horses;" I won't give up my identity, just to bury the dog. "I am addicted to the way of sages. ...
"Pretend to be indifferent, don't want to think of you … tell me where the starry sky is, whether there is an end there … let you know that I love you." I silently sang "Star Language Wish", bless you-ancient poetry! Did you hear that? The essence of my Chinese culture? ! ?
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I remember that in a Chinese class at school, the teacher gave a composition question and asked the whole class to write an article about spring. I wrote this article in the form of poetry on a whim. In fact, all I wanted at that time was to express my thoughts in very simple language. But I didn't expect the teacher not only didn't criticize me, but also gave me excellent grades and read them in class as a model essay. This is really a great incentive for me. Since then, it has also formed an indissoluble bond with poetry. After that, I read extensively in my spare time and walked into the colorful world of poetry. From then on, I fell in love with poetry.
I like poetry because it gives people beautiful enjoyment.
Good poetry always expresses an emotion and a thing with high generalization, exquisite language and beautiful rhythm. The reason why Tang and Song poems have been circulated for a long time is that they are bold, elegant and refined. The rain in Tianjie is crisp and crisp, and the color of grass is far and near, but it is not. I seem to smell the fragrance of grass in spring. "If she just turns her head and smiles, a hundred charms will be cast, and the makeup of the sixth palace will vanish." Reading Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow, I seem to see the glory and glory of the palace in the prosperous Tang Dynasty: "Until I raise my cup, I ask the bright moon to bring my shadow to me and let the three of us." I read the depression and sadness of Li Bai when he was frustrated. The elegance and beauty of poetry shocked me.
I love poetry because it contains profound principles of being a man.
"Don't wait for leisure, it's sad for nothing." In "Man Jiang Hong", Yue Fei told us to cherish time; "Don't boast of good colors, just leave the air full of dried Kun" to teach us to be clear and white; "One day I will ride the wind and waves, and Yun Fan will help the sea directly." Li Bai encouraged us to face setbacks and have confidence. We are not afraid of difficulties.
The artistic charm of poetry is endless. Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and Wang Wei, countless famous poets, such as bright stars, dotted the historical sky.
Many excellent works, such as Song of Eternal Sorrow, Pipa, and Water Melody, are precious heritages in the history of literature.
Today, how lucky we are to enjoy this heritage, please love poetry! Walk into the beautiful realm of poetry and appreciate its infinite charm! Please enjoy the poetry feast carefully cooked for you in June 5438+065438+ 10 Chinese Activity Month!