Culture is like rain, irrigating the fields of knowledge for me; Culture is like a ship, sailing in the ocean of words for me; Culture is like an eagle, flying to the idiom sky for me; Culture is like a cup, filled with poems and wine.
Everything will turn into nothingness with the passage of time, but I think only this kind of culture can stand forever between heaven and earth. Over the past five thousand years, China has left us not only a material heritage, but also an endless cultural treasure. Among these rich "treasures", I love poetry alone.
I love it not because of its value orientation, nor because of its civilization, but because of its unique, special and beautiful things.
Poetry, I love its childhood companionship. Now, it is no longer a short rhyming article in my mind. In my mind, it is a spirit, an emotion and a strange expression. From "Goose Goose Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange" to "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days" to "Leaves fall like waterfall foam, and I think the long river always rolls forward", the author's thoughts and feelings are revealed between the lines. As I went from ignorance to understanding, I gradually began to like it, and it gradually took root in my heart.
Poetry, I love its rich cultural heritage. For thousands of years, time has forged the crystallization of wisdom for us. From Qizhuang to "Worrying feast, green moths are scattered, and the Yangtze River is tilted in the first half of the month." Understand the mutiny in Huang Chao, and understand the turmoil in the Yuan Dynasty from Wen Tianxiang's "Mountains and rivers are broken and the wind blows, and life experiences are raining". Poetry has been passed down through the ages, sending us information, telling us a lot of truth and many cultural traditions.
Poetry, I love its colorful emotions. Every word of every poem contains the poet's deep feelings, whether it is Du Fu's concern for the country and the people, or Han Yu's gratifying spring scenery, or Du Mu's emotional history of "the east wind is inconvenient for Zhou Lang, and the spring scenery in copper province locks Er Qiao".
The classical poems in these traditional cultures can be described as a perfect match, with dazzling sentences and overflowing paper fragrance, which makes people memorable.
It is for these reasons that I love poetry. So:
Let us gently approach these flowers swaying on the other side of the long river of history, close our eyes and feel their intoxicating charm; Let's slowly approach these stars shining in the sky of time and stretch out our hands to embrace their brilliant brilliance; Let's join hands with the immortals and enjoy all this:
Millennium culture has filled us with poetry and wine!