When I was a child, my grandmother taught me to recite Tang poetry word by word. She always tells me poems in a gentle and delicate voice, and beautiful pictures emerge in my mind. In this painting, there are vibrant spring, summer with green leaves, autumn with high clouds, winter with heavy snow, sadness of "petals weeping" and thoughts of "missing my family more on holidays" ...
The first poem my grandmother taught me was "Spring Dawn". Grandma said that spring dawn is the morning of spring. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. A night of wind and rain, how many flowers fall. " Grandma reads word for word and I read word for word. Gradually, I drew a picture in my mind: the poet woke up and heard birds singing everywhere. The wind and rain at night let the flowers fall all over the ground. I combined imagination with poetry and read it for the second and third time with my grandmother. I understand the poet's thoughts and feelings of loving and cherishing spring.
I read one by one, and read many ancient poems describing spring. "The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the warm ducks by the river are prophets." Oh, I know these two poems. I have seen such a scene in the wild: peaches and bamboos depend on each other, and red and green set each other off. Ducks are playing in the spring of a river. The river is getting warmer, and they feel it first. How pleasant it is to walk between peaches and bamboos and watch the river and ducks!
"Thousands of miles of green and red, Shuizhaishan fruit wine flag wind." I also know these two sentences. After reading them, I seem to be in the world of flowers and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River: everywhere is singing and dancing, peach blossoms and green willows, and everywhere is the scene of spring. In villages near the water and battlements surrounded by mountains, there are wine flags fluttering in the wind everywhere. How charming!
Zhu Youshi's poem "Spring Day": "Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery will be new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. " Du Fu's quatrains: "The late Tianshan Mountains are beautiful, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. "Didn't these two poems bring spring scenery to life?
Gradually, I became interested in reading poems, and sometimes I compared the poems of the same type written by two poets together to find out the similarities and differences, and I also paid attention to the poet's life experience and writing background, so I gained a lot of knowledge.
The vast sea of poetry, "Spring" makes me intoxicated.
Four Seasons Composition 2 Just a few decades of life, drinking a cup of tea is tasteless; Listening to a song, you can't hear the rhyme; Read a poem until there are no words; Taste one person and taste others. For example, I like Li Bai and the four seasons in his poems.
Who knows people's affair? I'm used to seeing mountains, rivers, birds and flowers.
The flowing water in front of the door is gurgling, the mountain is lonely, birds are singing one after another, flowers are competing to open, and the vibrant scene of spring comes into view. Who will understand this beautiful mountain scenery and beautiful music? Only this white, this aloof and lofty white, secular people are pursuing fame and fortune, impetuous and utilitarian, who will pursue inner peace and beauty? Only people who live in seclusion on the fairy mountain are used to watching flowers and listening to birds in spring. This lofty feeling, this inner peace, is the spring of Li Bai that I read.
Outside the curtain, the wind and smoke curled up, and the trees in front of the court sang.
Tall people who are resting, tourists who are going crazy, singing swallows and singing cicadas all appear in summer. The laughter of tourists and the gentle voice in the wind lead to the mood of traveling in Taibai. The freedom of debauchery is full of heart, love and praise are full of emotion, leaving the wind of summer intoxication. The trees in front of the courtyard and the pavilions in the water are full of peace. Poetry is full of yearning, and this inner love and enjoyment is exactly the summer when I read Li Bai.
Poetry is just static, rhyme is cold.
When did the autumn wind suddenly appear? When did the goose suddenly cross the forest? When did loneliness come to me? The bleak west wind blows up Taibai's loneliness, and the wild geese take away Taibai's poetry. The rhyme is cold, Qiu Lai, time is fleeting, and Taibai's heart is sad and lonely for no reason. This inner treasure and sadness for time is the autumn of Li Bai that I read.
Drunk to see the ink flowers and the moon white, suddenly suspicious of the snow in the former village.
It's freezing, the fire is out and the wine is warm. Too lazy to write, too lazy to circle the white heart. The wine woke him up, and he splashed ink and left a beautiful poem. The moonlight is as bright as shining snow and falls in front of the village.
Taibai is intoxicated with this. This kind of inner praise and love is what I read in Li Bai's Winter.
The four seasons in Li Bai's poems have passed, and we can only appreciate the beauty of life and the haste of time in the poems. Although four o'clock has passed, Taibai still exists, and the true meaning of life still exists.
Poetry is still a clear spring, watering your heart; Poetry is like an oil painting, which makes life colorful; Poetry is like a quilt, warming your heart. Poetry is my teacher, my good friend and indispensable nutrition for my growth. It takes me to swim and enjoy the scenery of the four seasons.
spring
Walking lightly into the world of spring, I feel the joy of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". "Spring water stirs rocks and makes a sound; Good birds sing together and rhyme together. Enjoy the vitality of "several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud" and the tenderness of "getting wet with clothes and apricot flowers and blowing cold willows"
In that spring world, it was him-poetry that made me feel the charm of spring.
summer
The cicada's cry gradually played a beautiful movement. The occasional breeze, frogs in rice fields, and the joy of harvest are the scenes described by "rice flowers smell like harvest and listen to frogs". The water waves rippled in the pond and the lotus flowers were in full bloom, which once again made me feel the brightness of "the lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are different red the next day", and the lovely "Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly had already stood on his head".
In Xia Na's fairy tales, he taught me to experience the changes in summer.
autumn
In the bleak autumn wind, you see the bleak scene of "dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges flowing water"; Picking up a maple leaf reminds me of Du Fu's touching sentence, "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers". I heard the crowing from Maodian under the waning moon in Alan Yu, and saw the footprints of pedestrians printed on the bleak frost of Banqiao. Leaves were scattered all over the mountain road, and the bitter orange flowers outside the post station were gone. In the "fog leaves fall on the mountain road, bitter orange flowers shine on the wall", I realized the meditation of pedestrians' journey.
In the embrace of that autumn, it was him-poetry that made me feel the depression and cold of autumn.
winter
Pieces of snowflakes fall from the sky like seats, and if salt is sprinkled like catkins, the earth is quiet, which makes me realize the silence of "There are no birds in the hundreds of mountains and no footprints in the thousands of paths" in Cen Can, the beauty of "If the spring breeze comes, the petals of thousands of pear trees are blown open in the dead of night" and the momentum of "Until dusk, the snow covers the tent and the frozen red flag cannot fly in the wind".
In that winter poem, it was he who made me discover the beauty of winter.
In the world of poetry, I dance like a butterfly; Like a wild crane, there is nothing in the noble blue sky in autumn; In the world of this book, I saw the world in miniature. I am willing to wander among them and never stop.
Composition of Four Seasons in Poetry Four ancient poems-a wonderful flower in literature, colorful treasures, free and easy, elegant, bold and graceful poems ... are the essence of literature.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are different, and the four seasons are so beautiful in the poet's pen.
Spring is gorgeous and colorful, with "the rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color in the distance is very close." Early spring; There is a saying that "in April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and peach blossoms bloom in the mountains." Late spring; There is a spring rain that "there are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls"; There is "Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down." Beautiful spring; There is a saying that "good rain knows the season when spring comes." "Happy spring. Early spring, late spring and spring rain ... make up this colorful spring.
Summer is hot and cool, and Xia Chan is singing "The wind shakes the mountains and turns into angry waves, and raindrops fly in the air and shoot strong crossbows." ; Yu Xia is dancing again. "Mud is not stained, ripple is not demon." ; In summer, lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors. Although there is a saying in summer that "the sun can't freeze at noon, all ethnic groups are like in a stove." It's very hot, but there are also "happy in the breeze, happy in the pavilions near the water tower." Cool. Xia Chan, summer rain and lotus flowers ... make up for this hot and cold summer.
In autumn, although there is "a drop in spring and a million kinds in autumn." But there are also "four seas have no idle fields, and farmers still starve to death." Tragic; There is Du Fu's "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers." Late autumn; There is a saying that "the cranes in the clear sky row clouds, attracting poems and fairies." Broad-minded. All kinds of scenery make up the beauty of autumn.
Winter is a snowy world, "just like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Beautiful scenery; There is Xie Daowen, chanting for it, "What is snow like, if catkins are not due to the wind." ; There is a saying that "the white-walled tile bead curtain is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost." Feelings; There is "a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue." Loneliness; There are "northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow." Free and easy. Beautiful scenery, loneliness and boldness ... constitute this picturesque winter.
Spring is colorful, summer is colorful, autumn is sad, and winter is subtle. In the poet's pen, there are thousands of gestures all year round. Why don't we ride the wings of knowledge and seek a vast world in the ocean of poetry to experience the mystery of poetry?
Five ancient poems-flowers that never fade in China culture. That poem, painted with words, camped with heart. A thousand poets have a thousand seasons. -inscription
spring
"A year's plan lies in spring". Spring is the beginning of new life, the earth begins to wake up and everything becomes full of vitality. Spring exudes infinite charm in the poet's works. There are early spring when the sky is raining, the autumn air is crisp, the grass is close at hand, but there is nothing, late spring when the world is full of flowers in April, and happy spring when spring comes. In the poem, I feel the charm of spring.
summer
When cicadas sing and play the music of summer, frogs are heard one after another in the rice fields, which reminds me of the summer in the poem-the harmony of "rice flowers say that there is a good harvest to listen to frogs", the moving of "the river only shows its sharp corners, and the dragonfly has long stood on its head", and the amazing of "connecting the sky with infinite green leaves and reflecting different colors of lotus flowers". In the poem, I feel the change of summer.
autumn
In the bleak autumn wind, you see the scene of "a dead vine is crying, a small bridge is flowing", pick up a maple leaf, think of the beautiful scenery of "parking in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers", see the wild geese flying in the air, and have the broad-mindedness of the poem "A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, leading poems to blue clouds", and I feel the colorful autumn.
winter
Snow fell like catkins, like salt scattered in the sky, and soon the earth was covered with a white cotton-padded jacket. In the snow, I realized the beauty of "like spring breeze coming, night coming, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and the loneliness of "there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths". In this season of "thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snows", there is the youth of "not afraid of cold, pine and cypress are natural" and the persistence of "knowing from a distance that it is not snow, because it has fragrance". In the poem, I feel the magnificence of winter.
The four seasons in the poem have their own merits. Being friends with poetry, the four seasons are different from year to year.
Yingying moonlight, I feel most clearly; In the burning moonlight, I hold the brightest and vastest sea of literature, and I look at the most beautiful "Island of Poetry".
Appreciate the literary talents of predecessors, and you will be complacent; Judging from today's gains and losses, only peace can achieve far-reaching goals.
I think we all know that there are four seasons in a year-flowers bloom in spring, the sun shines in summer, leaves fall in autumn and snowflakes fall in winter. However, the four seasons in ancient poetry have a different flavor.
The poem "There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet warms the river in spring" and Hui Zong's "Riverside Scenery" are the first ancient poems I learned, which let me know that spring is the day when peach blossoms bloom. In the spring when peach blossoms bloom one after another, many ducks play in the river, which is a harmonious scenery. The poem "Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of fruit wine flags" tells me that this place is the most lively in the four seasons, with flowers blooming and foliage flourishing.
"Spring is silent and precious little, and the water is sunny and soft. Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head. " Everything in summer seems so lively, but in the poem, everything seems so quiet, the spring flows quietly, the sun is scorching, and the lotus flowers and dragonflies in the pond stop. This is a colorful "summer waterscape"!
Autumn is my only favorite season, and I am addicted to the most beautiful proverb "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers". I have been thinking about how beautiful the scenery is, and the author is reluctant to leave. When I grow up, I want to find a place like this. The red maple leaves fall like dead butterflies, and the breeze blows, with a hint of chrysanthemum's unique fragrance, without any sadness, just so quiet and sweet. This autumn is different.
Snowflakes are fluttering in winter, which is so beautiful. The poem "A few plums in a corner, and a cold ling blooms alone" makes me fall in love with winter. In the winter when the north wind is howling, several plum blossoms proudly bloom under the corner, so gorgeous, I am not afraid of the cold of snow at all. Winter is so beautiful that it is shocking!
The four seasons in the poem are different, and there is a charm that needs careful study to understand!