Narrative Composition of Grade Six: An Unforgettable Activity —— Knocking on the Door of Poetry

Walking with poetry, we feel a better life; Walking with poetry, we pursue the fragrance of life. This semester, under the leadership of the teacher, we launched a comprehensive learning activity with the theme of "knocking on the door of poetry".

Through reading, we know that China is a country of poetry, and the earliest collection of poems, The Book of Songs, has a history of more than two thousand years. In class, watching the beautiful ppt and listening to the teacher's vivid explanation, we learned the classification of classical poetry, the methods of understanding poetry and the writing techniques of modern poetry, and got a better understanding of poets in various dynasties ... which enriched our imagination and greatly helped our knowledge growth.

In this activity, we also recited and enjoyed many poems. Gently close your eyes and swim in the ocean of poetry with beautiful words. I see a row of egrets in the blue sky; I saw ten thousand white sails on one side of the sunken ship. I realized the boldness and freedom of Jin Ge's iron horse, devouring Wan Li; I realized that people are more graceful and delicate than yellow flowers when the curtain rolls west wind. I also felt Cao Mengde's feelings about the geometry of life when he wrote poems. I have felt since yesterday that Li Taibai's feelings for short-lived people have left Bolt and me behind; I felt the bleak voice of Bai Juyi's pipa girl Xunyang River; I feel Su Dongpo's helplessness in life dreams, the choppy going to Dajiangdong and the helplessness of romantic figures through the ages; I feel that Li Qingzhao just frowned, but went to meditate in her heart; I also felt the lingering frost flying in the late autumn of Li Shangyin's year, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the bleak rain ... The essence of these words, such as the flame of passion, such as the pearl bred by inspiration, makes us sigh for a long time.

Fingertips pass through the wind of the Tang Dynasty and the rain of the Song Dynasty, and there is a faint ink fragrance between the lips and teeth. Knock on the door of poetry, let's step into the romantic and beautiful poetry hall together, let go of our thoughts and purify our hearts!

Sixth grade: Zhou Chuyi