There are many landscapes in the poem, there are many truths in the poem, and there are endless life inspirations in the poem. "Who knows every grain is hard" is my favorite poem, which has taught me a lot …
We can't waste a grain of rice Every grain of rice is planted by the farmer's uncle through cultivation, fertilization and watering, so we should cherish a grain of rice and a vegetable in this bowl.
Although I like the poem "Who knows every meal is hard" very much, there is another "quarrel" between us.
I remember it was when I was four years old. Eating and watching TV at noon one day was really enjoyable! After a while, after I finished eating, I could clearly see that there were hundreds of grains of rice left in the bowl. "Who knows that every grain of rice in the dish is hard?" Mom said, and then handed me a spoon. "Chopsticks can't be cleaned and eaten with a spoon." As soon as I sat on the sofa, I lay back and started kicking my legs: "No, no, no", but my arms couldn't pull my thighs. I ate it after all. Then I began to hate this poem, but with the help of my clever mother, I began to like it again.
I will never waste food again after what I have experienced. I remember that it was the second day of the lunar new year, and my aunt's family came to grandma's house for dinner. After lunch, I saw some rice dropped on the table, and there was some rice left in the bowl. I ate some rice in the bowl with chopsticks and picked up some rice on the table with my hands. Later, I found that there was still a mouthful of rice in the bowl, so I tried to use chopsticks, but this mouthful of rice was too persistent in the bowl and I refused to come out. I had to lick it out with my mouth like a puppy. After all the actions were finished, the whole family laughed. Later, my mother said, "Who knows? Every grain of Chinese food is hard. "
Poetry has taught me knowledge, poetry has taught me truth, and poetry has taught me a lot of life enlightenment.
2. I like poetry composition best. My favorite poem is 450 words. Everyone has something they like. Some people like songs, some people like books, some people like games, some people like ... I am no exception. I like countless things, but my favorite is Li Qingzhao, a patriotic poet in the Song Dynasty, who wrote a quatrain in summer.
It was a math test, and I didn't do very well in it. After knowing the result, I looked at the red cross on the paper, and I shed tears and thought; "ah! Why didn't you answer the question well at first, and why didn't you ask the question carefully after you finished? If time can go back, I will definitely write this paper ... How can I explain it to my parents when I go home? " At this time, I lost confidence. "Rinrin Bell ..." The * * in class interrupted my thoughts. I took out my Chinese book, opened the pencil box and took a pen. A line of stiff and familiar words came into view: "Life is a hero, and death is a ghost."
At this point, memories flooded in-that time the teacher asked the students to make their own school motto, and I made this poem my motto to motivate myself. "Yes, since I want to be a celebrity, I have to go through countless hardships and experiences. I can't stand such a small setback. How can I become a celebrity? I can only be regarded as a coward. "
Thinking about thinking, tears are replaced by smiling faces, and disappointment is replaced by confidence. "Students, review Unit 8 well. There will be an exam next class!" I heard the teacher's voice. I opened the book and reviewed it carefully. I greet the new test with a smile and confidence ... I like this poem because it is a clear spring that moistens my heart. It is a house, sheltering me from the wind and rain; It is strong tea, which seeps into my heart; It is a meteor, urging me to realize my dream; It was my mentor who made me understand the truth that' how can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain'.
My favorite poem is composed of 500 words. I love Wen Tianxiang's promise that "no one has died since ancient times, and I will keep a pure heart and shine on history"; I love Li Bai's heroic "flying down three thousands of feet, I suspect that the Milky Way has fallen for a few days"; My Rainbow Wei's feeling of "being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season".
However, I prefer the poem "A drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will be settled naturally", which influenced my childhood. Looking around, how carefree childhood is! But things that I still can't get over have been surging in my heart ... I was 9 years old that year, and my mother often urged me on my study.
"Go to review after dinner!" "I bought you an exercise book to do at the weekend!" "Stop watching TV and preview tomorrow's class!" This nagging makes me both sweet and irritable. Two semesters have passed, and I can't stand this kind of earnest persuasion, and my grades began to plummet.
I only got 65 points in an exam. After returning home, my mother scolded me: "You only play all day, and now you get such a small score." Is this test so difficult? " But I didn't listen at all, because I didn't like studying. It seems that one ear goes in and the other goes out, but I still have to live a "bitter" life.
When everyone is playing, I absently do various exercises; When everyone fell asleep, I rolled into the ocean of problems and casually wrote "X", "100" and "25" ... Once, my mother bought me an ancient poem and told me to finish it in one day, otherwise I was not allowed to go out to play. Although my grades are not good, I am a little interested in reading.
So, I took the book and read it. For the difficult part, I will skip it directly and look at the easy part casually.
But when I turned to page 57, I circled a sentence in red font, which attracted me very much. After reading it, it turned out to be a poem: a drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will follow. After reading this poem, I suddenly woke up ... from then on, I chased others in the study; Try to do housework at home; In society, many things are positive.
Because I understand that anything can be successful as long as you work hard.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "
This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness. When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me, taught me to dress, taught me to write names ... My mother was omnipotent and very great.
I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day.
"Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder.
I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath.
My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet.
The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good." Right here.
But how deeply the one-inch-long grass loves its mother, "the thread in the loving mother's hand." I suddenly had a high fever and I was very angry. Sometimes my handwriting is incorrect, and sometimes I am naughty. Mom resolutely replied, I finally got the certificate of guzheng level 6! My mother looked at me, and she eagerly asked me about the crisp sweet and sour pork ribs. Is this good? You have a high fever; Mom.
Slippery roads are sometimes caused by my unsatisfactory exam results ... but I thank my mother for her "nagging" from the bottom of my heart; Are you okay? I have what I am today; My mother can also cook sweet-smelling rice, which is great. She resolutely ran to the hospital behind my back, so my mother always tried to cook my favorite dishes and was busy with housework. This is love "nagging"! ",a shallow feet carried me to the hospital. After hard work? Put on a raincoat and eat Laba porridge ... Many students have eaten the dishes cooked by their mothers.
I will help my mother with the housework. I fell on my mother's back? This year, I took the CET-6. At two o'clock in the morning, I recite poems.
"。 I remember when I was a child, I came down and left by myself.
"My mother taught me to wear clothes, and my mother taught me to write names ... Mother is omnipotent. I am growing up day by day: "why don't you play the piano, it's raining cats and dogs outside;" "That how line; That's it: "Mom is inclined? ..... "After listening to my mother's words, there was lightning and thunder, and my mother was deeply impressed by the spicy and attractive spicy chicken. My mother taught me to write, almost fell down, and carefully put on my raincoat; I said.
She sewed it carefully and thoroughly. I don't want to play anymore. I don't want to mention how brilliant the smile on my mother's face is. I also praised her greatness. Because of the high level, I often change into a stern face, and my mother's kind smile is no longer rare. Making clothes for her wayward son's body, my mother always asks me if I should spend more time playing the piano.
After mom found out, Because I am weak, look out the window; Does my mother not love me? I applied for amateur level 6 of guzheng, not level 2. Just like the kindness of spring sunshine to grass, I clearly heard my mother's shortness of breath, which made me very proud. My eyes can't help getting wet.
Mom has a small shortcoming. I should play without playing the piano, and my father will start cooking when he is not at home. ":"? "Only I have finished my homework?" I thought of this idea again and again; Mother breathed a sigh of relief.
In childhood. One day, that's good, the desk lamp and countless exercises began to nag because of this "nagging"
For example, but I don't know why. My heart is about to break. My mother asked me to help her with the housework because she was worried that she would be delayed to go home. My mother is my master. How can I walk in the rain? "Have you finished your homework? Give me more nutrition, so I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day: she doesn't rest after work, don't get wet; After dinner, after taking a firm stand, maternal love is deeper than the sea.
I said braised lion's head. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? Washing clothes in the cold winter, I will get three rays of spring.
Mom is hardworking? "It's okay. My mother took good care of me and denied it again and again. "
This poem not only shows the kindness of mothers to their children, but also happily says that they all envy me for having a good mother who can cook and tidy my room in hot summer … one day when I was eight years old. Mom "nagged" countless times: when I signed up for the national music exam this year.
The only thing that accompanies me every day is a desk that is taller than a mountain that I can never repay.
5. I can't help you write the 450-word composition "That's a poem". Learning to write by yourself can help you clear your mind.
The title of That's a Poetry looks like a poem on the surface, but it's not. It should be anything besides poetry, such as music, pictures or events.
Recommended prose. You can imagine a scene, or a plot, describing people and things that move or shock you, and highlighting the places that move or shock you. You can deduct a question at the end of the article.
The ending can be like this-"I look back and suddenly feel that the picture is so familiar. Oh, I remember, it's a poem, a (what kind of) poem. " Then, it is better to match a poem, and the article will be OK.
Fan Wen picked a feeling from the Internet:
Life is like a poem, like a poem, embellishing our colorful life, making life as colorful, vibrant and charming as a poem! -inscription
What exactly is a poem? Is it just Fan Zhongyan's "worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later?" Is it just Li He's "Dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, but the real armor is scattered"? Is it just Han Yu's "to eliminate disasters for saints, to decline and cherish the old"?
This is a poem of youth. In "Poetry of Youth", we wrote down the efforts and gains in the process of progress, and told the hardships and setbacks in growth. Life is short, and youth is shorter, just like a fleeting meteor. Although fleeting, it shines brilliantly. We are playing a colorful life in the dreamlike youth. We have found the ideal, goal and key of life. We use hard work and forge ahead to write its top gun, and use * * * and unruly to tell its lofty sentiments.
It was a passionate poem, which brought us colorful sun, tall and straight green trees, struggling footprints and a song.
This is a poem of friendship. Every picture pieced together by every wonderful fragment on campus is a poem. It makes our campus life full of warmth and happiness. There is no sadness of Li Qingzhao, no passion of Li Bai, no touching feeling of Meng Jiao, but there is everyone's sweat and unity, helping each other like brothers and sisters.
Tao Yuanming wrote a poem about rural life, "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely". Liu Yuxi proudly wrote a poem with his lofty dignity of "talking and laughing with a scholar, but not Ding Bai"; Gong Zizhen wrote a sad poem about her parting, "Love is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers." ...
I, on the other hand, want to write a poem about our campus friendship, a poem containing endless joy in life.
It is a poem of the years, with the changes of the four seasons and the coziness of spring.
The vitality of summer, the gentleness of autumn and the tranquility of winter, each shot is a poem, which makes us grow in the cycle of poetry.
It has a good start, a * * * and a low end. Just like life, the beginning of every life is joyful, with suffering and happiness, loss and happiness along the way.
Poetry is invisible, it is invisible in life. It is not the gorgeous rosy clouds on the picture scroll, the ripples on the calm lake, or the spring breeze blowing through the dancing willow branches. It is a life that has been honed and shined!
6. An ancient poem rewrites the narrative (450 words) of an autumn night in the mountains.
(Tang) Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
The scene in the twilight, the first night in Shan Yu, is quiet and leisurely, fresh and pleasant. The pine forest washed by rain is spotless, full of green; The rocks are especially crystal clear, transparent and bright; Even the moonlight is as bright as washing; Shan Yu's spring suddenly flows on the slate, and then winds down the mountain stream, giving out a crisp and pleasant song, like a "serenade". The pulse of nature is beating.
When the women in the bamboo sea move slowly, they touch the bamboo soaked in the night dew, making a rustling sound, accompanied by their silvery laughter. What a noisy laughter broke such a quiet night sky; Listening to the ups and downs of lotus leaves on the water surface, the fishing boat went down the river. This is a fisherman who wants to catch fish by moonlight tonight.
Although the fragrance of spring has long gone, I am intoxicated with this wonderful autumn color and still yearn for a long stay.
7. Write a composition of more than 450 words with a famous saying. I have to have a companion when I grow up.
When I failed, it gave me confidence; When I was discouraged, it gave me courage; When I am sad, it gives me comfort ... Failure is the mother of success, which is a famous saying! When I was angry because of the exam mistakes, I cried in the face of the bright red "X". Listening to the cynicism of my classmates and looking at my parents' disappointed eyes, I lost confidence in myself. Suddenly, that famous saying flashed through my mind-failure is the mother of success! I suddenly realized: who hasn't failed? Fall, get up again! So, I pulled myself together again, turned my tears into sweat, studied hard, asked if I didn't understand, and finally achieved excellent results in another exam.
Ah! Famous words, I thank you! When I tried to do something and failed repeatedly, I was so angry that I locked myself in a small room and kept crying. I hate myself, I hate that I failed to live up to my expectations, I hate that I am a loser, and I even hate that my parents gave birth to such a stupid me. Suddenly, a bright light lit up in my heart-failure is the mother of success! I suddenly realized: how can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? There is no mountain you can't climb, no dangerous beach you can't cross! So I dried my tears and went on working.
Many things happen. Finally, I succeeded! Ah! Famous words, I thank you! When my class honor was damaged by my careless work, I was ashamed to get into the ground fissure. Tears of regret flow silently on my face, and my heart is crying. I failed my teacher's expectations.
At this point, "failure is the mother of success!" This famous saying gently opened the door of my heart, and I was suddenly enlightened: What are you afraid of doing wrong? Just correct it in time! After that, I worked harder. Later, I was rated as an excellent team member. Ah! Famous words, I thank you! This good partner accompanied me through six spring, summer, autumn and winter, and helped me break through one rapids after another.
Now, I copy it neatly and stick it in front of my desk. It will become an immortal beacon in my life journey, guiding me to break the waves and sail to the other side of success forever.
8. I will answer my favorite poem in 400 words.
My favorite sentence is "no pains, no gains" because only hard work can pay off.
I have a deep understanding of this sentence. I remember the night before the Chinese exam, I didn't listen to the teacher and review my lessons well, but "hugged" the TV. The next day, facing the test paper, I scratched my head, but I couldn't think of anything. A few days later, the paper was sent. Come on! I can't believe my eyes. There are few questions on the test paper that are done correctly. Is this still my paper? I rubbed my eyes and looked intently-this is really my paper, just like the one above. One by one, the red cross was scratched on the paper and also on my heart. Tears ran across my cheeks like broken beads. After returning home, my mother didn't talk about me, but earnestly educated me: "Don't watch TV when the teacher asks me to review my lessons in the future." No pains, no gains. Only by hard work and hard work can we get the rewards we deserve. "A few days later, in the math exam, I skipped home with a 99-point paper because I had made enough efforts before reading it. From then on, "no pains, no gains." "This sentence has always stayed in my mind, and I will think of it in everything, and everything has vitality.
"No pains, no gains" There is no free lunch. It is impossible to get something for nothing. Only hard work can pay off. "No pains, no gains" is just eight short words, but these eight words can benefit me for life.