Composition: the story of me and ancient poetry (one thing, about 600 words)

My relationship with poetry began at the age of one. At that time, I had recited ancient poems in ignorance. My early contact with poetry was not recorded in historical materials, but I got a general understanding from my mother. At first, I recited Tang poems just for fun, and I used four rhyming poems to associate scenes: General Li Guang regarded the stone as a tiger, but it came true that "the tip in the rock is deep". As a result, I also want to find a big stone to have a try. When I was a child, I looked at the winter scenery naively and seriously, but I couldn't see any similarities between snow and pear flowers. I saw it at first sight. I feel that the poet doesn't know much, otherwise how could he write such a metaphor? After reading "Peach Blossom Pond Deep in thousands of feet", I clamoured to meet this Peach Blossom Pond and also wanted to see it. Li Bai bid farewell to Wang Lun. How can he find time to measure the depth of a pool thousands of feet underwater? Even so, in the era without oxygen mask, Li Bai's vital capacity must be amazing. Maybe my parents won't let me, so I also want to find a dangerous building with a star in my hand. If "Heaven and Man" is willing, I can pick a star as a collection and show it off to my friends ... When I tell my father about it, his laughter always pulls me back from my dream. "Peach blossom ponds and dangerous buildings are not like this. So exaggeration is bullshit. Since then, I have turned a deaf ear to romantic poets. Getting back together with them is a Chinese class after many years. When I learned rhetoric, the poet's time, experience and mood, I realized from the bottom of my heart that Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemums pointed to Nanshan and Gong Zizhen's fallen leaves turned into spring mud. Yan Shu's loneliness is wandering, and the pulse of the text is shrouded in long clear water ... Now whenever I wander in the beautiful artistic conception of Tang poetry and Song poetry, I am intoxicated by the beauty in the poet's eyes and think of the misunderstanding with the poet when I was a child, I can only smile bitterly. The stories of my childhood and poetry are still stored in my heart. When you are lonely, you will take it out to bask in the sun, and your mouth will rise and make a "hehe" sound.