Since I watched the Chinese Poetry Conference for three seasons in a row, I have been infected by poetry and become attached to it. At the poetry conference, those contestants' love and pursuit of poetry deeply touched me and cultivated my feelings.
Poetry depicts beautiful scenery.
Since ancient times, poetry has shown me picturesque scenery. Singing the grass of "Flying in February" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty, I feel like wandering in a sea of flowers and intoxicated in the charming spring. Read a song by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty. Lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers are of different colors. I feel the wind of the lotus pond in summer, as if I were on the edge of the lotus pond where the microwave rises; Read a poem about Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, who stopped to love the maple forest late and the frost leaves were red in February. I seem to enjoy picking red leaves in the maple forest picked on the mountain; Reciting the poems of Cen Can, a frontier poet, is like a strong wind in spring, which blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night. I seem to be enjoying a pure color landscape, and the snowflakes are falling quietly. ...
Poetry, beauty!
Poetry contains philosophy.
Poetry always contains profound philosophy. How clear is Zhu's question? In order to have a source of living water, we should be educated to constantly learn new knowledge and gain true knowledge; Su Shi knows nothing about the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because he is on this mountain, which shows us that the authorities are fascinated and the onlookers are clear. Lu You, who has little experience on paper, never knew that this matter should be practiced. It also tells us that it is extremely important to be a person who combines reading with practice. ...
Poetry after poem, truth after truth.
Sentimental thoughts in poetry
In poetry, there are always various emotions entrusted to the poet. Easy-to-live laymen don't have to say anything, and the curtain rolls west wind. How sad it is that people are thinner than yellow flowers. People are thinner than chrysanthemums, it must be because of her yearning for her husband. Nalan Rong Ruo's life has always been a generation of two people, fighting for two people's selflessness and two people's congenial feelings, but not being together, which is a longing and sigh for love; Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. I suddenly remembered Li Taibai's home. Although the moonlight was so soft, the intention of my hometown under the moon was more desirable. Lu Fangweng Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice will never be forgotten. This is not only his last wish for his children, but also his love for his motherland. ...
Poetry, feelings.
Poetry, full of charm and long feelings, grows with me!