Xue Xin Qinyang No.2 Middle School
Poetry-the road to bread.
The new semester means a new beginning. At the beginning of school, the school is ready to carry out community activities, and the teacher asks the monitor to organize community registration. I chose the poetry club without hesitation, because I think poetry is the sustenance of a person's inner feelings. "Poetry expresses its will; Song, chanting its voice; Dance, move its capacity; The three are rooted in the heart. "At the same time, concise language and mysterious level-to-level confrontation also attracted me deeply.
But the road to writing poetry is full of thorns. I remember that on the first day of community activities, my heart full of expectations suddenly fell through.
"Rhyme, stanza, image ..." The teacher said solemnly, and this is what we are going to learn in this class. The mystery in my heart is not "Oh, it's so hard!" I muttered under my breath. A class passed quickly, and I listened carefully, but I got little. You want to give up?
After returning to China, I went to Poetry Network, a website I stumbled upon, and a place where I like to write poems. There is a lot of bread there, which gives me strength. I posted a post on the Internet, "It's too difficult to write poetry! ! "Soon, someone replied," Friend, it was not easy to learn to write poetry just now. This road is full of thorns, but you have to believe in yourself and stick to it! " ""Poetry has three levels. As long as you master the understanding, you can write your own poems. These three levels are: first, we must pass; Second, be beautiful; Third, be wonderful; If you understand these three words, you can turn ordinary into magic. " "People with poems in their hearts are beautiful people. "There are so many words of encouragement. I am deeply moved and determined to study hard to write poetry.
Walking on the road of writing poems, I heard the whispers of spring and the prayers of fallen leaves; I have heard the joy of success and the sadness of failure; I heard the joy of meeting and the sadness of parting ... Later, many friends walked side by side with me. We listened to the sound of raindrops and watched the migration of birds. Thorns can scratch my skin, but they cannot erase my brave heart.
Walk on the road of youth, pack your bags and stride forward with poetry.
Mentor Guo Shixiao