An essay on ancient poetry

I have been reciting ancient poems since I was four years old. Of course, this is forced by adults. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems. After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation. Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry. There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects. Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying to thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing at the sky and going out is our Artemisia selengensis people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, and I can't eat or drink. When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it. I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating. I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors. If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions. Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of my mother's care for me in the past, and a warm feeling comes to my mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can feel different and throb. This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem! Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. -Zhu Guangqian-Inscription 1 Poetry is the most extraordinary. The earliest poems came from the ancient working people, who can be said to be the representatives of the lower Bali people. Later, it was gradually favored by literati, so Chun Xue like Nineteen Ancient Poems appeared. These are all things I just felt recently. I wasn't like this when I was a kid. (2) because of my good memory, I recited the five-character and seven-law of the Tang Dynasty almost once, and I never forgot it, but I can't taste the general rhyme. Even if there is, it is only a kind of obscurity of "the so-called Iraqis are in the water". Long-term swallowing dates eventually led to "indigestion" until I read Li Bai's "Into the Wine". Looking at that gray-yellow paper, I looked helpless. But I didn't know there was Gan Kun in it until I looked carefully. I was shocked by the first sentence-"didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" It seems that I have been standing on the surging river bank, watching the Yellow River merge into the East China Sea with China's five thousand-year complex. There is an atmosphere of "a hundred rivers go east to the west" between heaven and earth, which makes me, like Li Bai, unable to see the lovely person in the mirror on the shelf. Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Reminds me of Zhang Jiuling's poem "Stay in the Clouds, Waste a Hundred Years" and Cao Cao's outlook on life "If the morning dew shows, it's hard to go to Japan". Seeing this, I feel a little depressed from my agitation just now. Don't use flowers in ancient poems, that person looked them up from Baidu. I called myself. Please adopt me. Thank you. O(∩_∩)O~~