Poems praising Chinese studies

With the increase of reading, I realized that the Tang and Song poems I could recite were just a drop in the ocean. So, I frantically bought related books. To this day, I still don't change my obsession and persistence with Tang poetry and Song poetry. Whenever the moon shines in the yard or the rain hits the screen window, I take a book from the bedside table and read it in a low voice. It feels catchy and full of fragrance. Imagine if the moon shone in the Tang Dynasty and it rained in the Song Dynasty. Thanks for poetry. Thanks to them, the immortal art and spirit of those ancient masters have a long history of thousands of years. Walking into Tang poetry and Song poetry means walking into a magical and charming kingdom. This is a season when the flowers of human spirit are in full bloom. Our host stood up from the thin page and walked up to us along the lines, dressed in ancient costumes, with long hair fluttering and full of charm: simple and vigorous Zi Ang, clear and vigorous Wang Zhihuan, Meng Haoran, free and unrestrained Li Bai, depressed Du Fu, young and gorgeous Bai Juyi, strange and lively Li He, exquisite and gorgeous text, and sad and soft Li Yu. I got into an old carriage and squeaked away. There are red maple leaves on both sides of the post road, which makes my pair red. How can I not get off and have a look? "Little father see Yu Di before, silver lamp is too enchanting. Who can hate getting drunk in a song? After singing, the wine has not disappeared. " It's late at night, and the night watchman is walking farther and farther in the narrow street, and the wine is fragrant above the red building. The flute is an exquisite Yu Di, the lamp is a luxurious silver lamp, the music is flowing around, and the beloved is dancing happily. So why don't I want to never see a loving son again? I love poetry, I love Song Ci, I love the simple poetry displayed in it, and I love the unruly soul wandering in the realm. You can travel hand in hand with it and have tea with it. Whether it's "Hutian in August" in Blowing the Petals of Ten Thousand Pears, or the Acropolis Inn in "The Green Willow in the Guest House is New", whether it's the Lantern Festival or the evening when the sleeves are broken, it's unforgettable to laugh, cry, Long song, sigh, wander silently or talk endlessly. Reading Yan Shu's "Flowers fall helplessly, but I feel deja vu" on the middle school campus, my mind is blank. I experienced some worldly things today. If I watch it again, I will gradually realize some implications. I thought that when Yan Shu was walking on the fragrant path in a small garden and writing this word through old wine, how could I know that I could still read it after 1000 years? How can we know what kind of mood we are in to taste and chew? I think this is the so-called vicissitudes, this is the so-called history, and this is the so-called fate. I also think that this sense of vicissitudes is not based on the pessimistic tone of "doing nothing in life" On the contrary, it is people's self-awareness of life. It taught me to cherish life more, understand life and love life. With the rapid development of modern society, many things are constantly being abandoned. The fanatical pursuit of material makes the mind poorer and poorer. Facing today's life, our hearts are aching faintly, and we are suffering from: noise, pollution, population explosion, spread of corruption, ecological imbalance ... Man has become a machine with full horsepower, spinning endlessly in a complicated world ... Finally, when we find a leisure time, we can recite Tang poems and read Song lyrics, transcend reality in the moonlight and enter the ideal simple and pure world, and our soul will. Sometimes, how much we yearn for that kind of life: living in seclusion in a pastoral area where "spring pigeons are singing on the top and apricot flowers are white at the edge of the village", sipping spring tea in the whisper of swallows to the moon, but feeling as pale as flowers and forgetting all the insults. Or in a "deep" courtyard, green Ruyan Liu, foggy at the gate, with a curtain of dreams and half-length leisure, think about those romantic things ... As Tang poetry and Song poetry permeated with humanistic spirit, it has influenced China people from generation to generation, and will surely make more modern people sing. She must also let us cast a nostalgic glance on the road of life.