The 600-word composition intoxicated me.

It is raining in Mao Mao. I love sitting alone by the window, making a cup of tea, holding a book of poems, and enjoying the endless joy brought by ancient poetry under the orange light.

Poems sung through the ages are full of my yearning! I feel Su Shi's generosity again and again; Li Bai's generosity, appreciation of Li Qingzhao's graceful, solemn and graceful place, intoxicated by Wang Wei's pastoral feelings and Xin Qiji's romantic fantasy. . . . . .

All this makes me crazy. On a sunny spring day, on a fragrant summer day, on a moonlit and sunny autumn night, and in a winter wrapped in silver, I savored with my heart and accepted another realm and another thought brought by poetry with emotion.

Like a trickle, like a faint mist, those beautiful and elegant poems will always pass through my mind and linger in my mind. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud-I am intoxicated by the freshness of early spring, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different way-I am intoxicated by the splendor of midsummer. On the third night of September, it looks like a pearl, like a moon and like a bow.

Three sighs, stirring, strong and fierce horn sound, sonorous and powerful, those desolate and tragic poems with philosophy will always shake my soul and leave an indelible impression in my heart. "Xing, people suffer, death, people suffer." I read the desolation and tragic of the feudal doctor "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", and I read the open-minded minds of predecessors; "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, and I am moved by the poet's impassioned patriotic feelings." "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." I was moved by the homesickness of the wanderer. "Young people will be sad if they don't work hard", such as the encouragement of mentors and friends, inspires me to work harder and be more creative. . . . . .

One song after another, one after another, such as magical notes, such as lovely elves, give me extraordinary enjoyment, and I can't get rid of my love for them. Ah, it feels good to be intoxicated with endless feelings, interests and reasons in poetry!