Dance lightly and fly in the sky.

In daily study, work and life, everyone has collected poems that impress him deeply. Poetry has a bright and orderly rhythm and a harmonious and beautiful voice. Then the question is, what kind of poetry is classic? The following is my light dance poem, I hope it will help everyone.

Dancing lightly in poetry 1 I walked into the country of poetry, dancing lightly in poetry, recalling the ancient fragrance of thousands of years. Thoughts pass through the world of mortals, return to the open-mindedness of "Looking at Yue", return to the sincerity of "Ode to Wanderers" and return to the fraternity of "Yueyang Tower". Release the volume, the room is full of fragrance.

Harvest the vastness of life

I traveled through time and space, flew to the top of Mount Tai and met Du Fu. This gentleman, who cares about the world, was moved by this broad vision, and a heroic work "Looking at Yue" made me burst out: how majestic the holiness of Mount Tai is! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. At this time, the unhappiness that Du Fu had been accumulating in his heart was suddenly washed away by the rolling clouds in the mountains. He couldn't help shouting from the bottom of his heart and singing to be an indomitable spirit.

This vastness, which can put a mountain into my chest, reminds me of myself and the knot that I once hit in my heart. Once, I couldn't solve it. I almost cut it. Compared with Du Fu's free and easy, I feel ridiculous.

Feel the greatness of maternal love

I stepped into Wandering Sons and sat down at Meng Jiao's house. In the soft light, the loving mother sewed clothes for the children who traveled far away. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But every inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays! "How sincere, how touching.

Accept a drop of water when necessary, and I will repay your kindness with spring water. Yes, flowers thank the rain and dew, birds thank the sky, and I want to thank my mother most. My father worked outside for many years, and my mother took care of me since I was a child. Time has dimmed her face and bent her back, but only her love for me has never faded.

Feel patriotic firmness

I slowly entered the story of Yueyang Tower. The sentence "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later" made everyone remember Fan Zhongyan. A person goes to Yueyang Tower, the moon is like a hook, caressing the railing and feeling his love. He dared to say no, he volunteered, and he drastically rectified the bureaucracy. He has a great heart and truly devoted his limited life to serving the people.

The same is true in ancient and modern times. Can we still ignore our responsibilities? Today's responsibility lies not with others, but with teenagers. Young people have wisdom, then the country has wisdom. A rich teenager makes a rich country. If the youth is strong, the country will be strong. We should make great efforts to create a brilliant miracle of China youth from bit by bit.

When you are sad, "until, raise my cup, I ask the moon to bring me my shadow and let us become three people"; When I miss you, "I don't need to say anything, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"; When confused, "the crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looked back, but that person was in the dim light." I danced lightly in my poems, cheering for my heart and interpreting beauty and brilliance.

The wide edge of the small hat was blown up by the river wind.

The joy in my heart is also covered up;

Petals gently and quietly fall on your palm,

Leave a faint fragrance in your hands;

Butterflies dance with me,

The breeze is blowing in my heart,

How light and soft music and dance are;

I'm blind,

Feel the fragrant dance;

I quietly opened my eyes,

Look at the sky,

There is a faint wishing star flashing;

I closed my eyes again,

Keep praying ...

A breeze took away my wish,

I opened my eyes happily,

However, the little hat also suppressed my joy. ...