When we first read this poem, it seemed or vaguely understood the meaning, so that we read it without emotion and sang it lifeless. It was not until we further understood this meaning that we realized how high the poetry level of Gao Ding, a writer in Qing Dynasty, was. In just a few lines, a beautiful picture is displayed before our eyes: In February, the grass grows and the willows sprout, and the children fly kites in the east wind!
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to an exciting day-we are going to record "Village Residence"! When the camera was pointed at us, our hearts beat in our throats. When the beautiful accompaniment music started, we smiled and shook our heads with the beat. We cooperated tacitly, with almost no mistakes. As the saying goes, "One minute on stage, ten years off stage". Today's achievement is that we have learned the hard work of the soldiers, and also let the students appreciate the charm of ancient poetry.
2. Write the composition of the most beautiful ancient poems in the fourth grade. 400 words "children come back early from school and are busy taking the east wind to release paper."
Hey, isn't the reading festival in Xue Jun primary school coming to an end? Why are there people reciting ancient poems there? Yes, although the reading festival is over, the students can't live without this good friend named "Ancient Poetry". They will read carefully as long as they have time. No, New Year's Day is coming, and our class is going to record the last finale-village residence! When we first read this poem, it seemed or vaguely understood the meaning, so that we read it without emotion and sang it lifeless.
It was not until we further understood this meaning that we realized how high the poetry level of Gao Ding, a writer in Qing Dynasty, was. In just a few lines, a beautiful picture is displayed before our eyes: In February, the grass grows and the willows sprout, and the children fly kites in the east wind! Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to an exciting day-we are going to record "Village Residence"! When the camera was pointed at us, our hearts beat in our throats. When the beautiful accompaniment music started, we smiled and shook our heads with the beat. We cooperated tacitly, with almost no mistakes. As the saying goes, "One minute on stage, ten years off stage".
Today's achievements are the result of the hard work of our soldiers, and also let the students appreciate the charm of ancient poetry.
3. The composition rewrites the ancient poem "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Yangzhou on the Yellow Crane Tower" [The composition rewrites the ancient poem "Farewell to Meng Haoran in Yangzhou on the Yellow Crane Tower"] In the spring of March, flowers were everywhere in Wuhan, and orchids were not in full bloom. The smell of the morning breeze has wafted, and the air is particularly fresh. The composition rewrites the ancient poem "On the way to send Meng Haoran to Yangzhou on the Yellow Crane Tower". Meng, do you really want to go? Li Bai said, Meng Haoran said, I will go to Yangzhou when you are finished. The grapes have dried into raisins. Li Bai laughed and dried into raisins, delicious! Meng Haoran got on the boat and said to Li Bai, I will wait for you in Yangzhou. Li Bai responded: OK, I'll come to you as soon as I'm finished. In the fourth grade of primary school, I wrote a composition rewriting the ancient poem "The Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran to Yangzhou". The boat slowly began to paddle, and Meng Haoran added: Don't forget to come to Yangzhou to find me after you finish! Li Bai said: Don't worry, I won't forget it. When I get to Yangzhou, we'll have a good drink. Meng Haoran said: OK. As the boat went farther and farther, Meng Haoran seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't hear it. Li Bai can't send Meng Haoran to Yangzhou, he can only watch. Meng Haoran's boat should have disappeared, but Li Bai still stood there waiting for a while, and the birds sang before he came to his senses.
4.350-word composition Write ancient poetry stories, learn ancient poetry and make up stories in the fourth grade.
Rowing peacefully
In early summer, the poet Yang Wanli came to Anren County, Hunan Province. One day, he went for a walk by the river. Seen from a distance, he is surrounded by mountains, foggy and light green. Green bamboo forests, sparkling rivers and reflected shade make up a beautiful landscape painting. Everything is so calm and beautiful. A cool breeze blew, which suddenly made people feel refreshed and relaxed.
Suddenly there came the sound of children frolicking. The poet stopped and saw a fishing boat rowing slowly. Two boys aged seven or eight struggled to paddle. The murmur of the river, the chirping of birds in the trees and the laughter of children broke the silence just now, like a band playing beautiful light music, and the poet closed his eyes and listened. It's really pleasant.
The breeze blew, and the conversation between the two children reached the poet's ear. He opened his eyes and saw that two children might be tired of rowing. One of them said, "why don't we put down the mast and paddle!" " Another child was puzzled and asked, "Why? If you put down the paddle, the boat will stop for a while! " The first child said, "When I saw a big ship moving forward, I always hung a big cloth on it and said it was a sail. It didn't take much effort to make the ship go faster, so let's build a sail!" "But we don't have such a big cloth on board. How can I make a sail? " The second child asked. The first child said confidently, "Don't worry, I have my own way. Don't we have a big umbrella on board? " ? We can spread the umbrella and use it as a sail! The second child said doubtfully, "Oh, it's a good idea, but will it work?" The first child said, "I'll show you." "
So the two children unfolded the big umbrella and held it high. At this time, a strong wind blew and ripples appeared on the water. The ship rushed forward like a calf. The two children cheered and clapped each other, and a silvery laughter reached the poet's ears, and the poet smiled with relief.
Back home, Yang Wanli was full of poetry. What a lovely child! He marveled at the children's infinite whimsy and even more at their persistent spirit. He wrote a poem in one breath:
Rowing peacefully
[Song] Yang Wanli
One-leaf fishing boat, two children,
The pole is in the boat.
It's strange to have an umbrella without rain.
It's not covering your head, it's creating wind.
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5. The poem "Autumn" in grade four was rewritten into a composition. Autumn is not as beautiful and fragrant as spring; There are not so many small creatures singing in summer; Not as beautiful as winter.
However, it is the most beautiful in my heart. Although autumn is not as gorgeous as spring, it has a unique color-red.
Maple leaves only blush in autumn. Seen from a distance, they are as red as the morning glow, and all the mountains are dyed red. When the wind blows, maple leaves float down like red snow.
So people can enjoy it. Although there are not so many small creatures in autumn as in summer, the scenery of fallen leaves in autumn is much better than them.
When the wind blows, the leaves fall with the wind, and there is always a sound, as if to tell everyone loudly: "Who said there are no butterflies in autumn?" Am I not? How about it? Beautiful! "Although there is no white clothes in winter in autumn, its orange clothes are also good! And it's much warmer than that white skirt in winter. Autumn also has many unique features.
In autumn, plants seem to be rushing to the barber shop. Some people may ask, "Why do they go to the barber shop?" Dye your hair, of course. They should also follow the fashion! In autumn, osmanthus trees are in full bloom, so that people far away can smell the intoxicating fragrance.
In autumn, it will make the farmers' uncles very happy, because the grain and fruit they have worked so hard to grow have been harvested. Wow, the thought of my favorite green orange makes my mouth water.
Autumn is a season that I miss. The fallen leaves in the yard and my thoughts piled up in a thick pile, but the full rice made the world in my heart happier.
6. The ancient poem "The Shepherd Boy" was rewritten into a 450-word composition. Vilen, lush with green grass, is full of vitality under the sunlight, like a huge emerald carpet stretching into the sky.
On the Yuan Ye, an old cow leisurely tasted the green grass, and the little shepherd boy ran and moved slowly and carefully between Yuan Ye under the temptation of butterfly dance.
In the evening, the sun, which has been active all day, gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of Yuan Ye and the sky. Maybe it was suspended for too long, only to see it sink slowly and stop smoothly as soon as it touched the ground. It seems that with the support of vilen, it once again playfully jumped onto this huge green bed. The endless Yuan Ye was dyed dark green by the sunset. Looking at the sunset on the Yuan Ye, the little shepherd boy was too surprised to blink, for fear that the red lantern would be swept away by a giant hand in the blink of an eye. The little shepherd boy watched with wide eyes. Suddenly, the sunset shivered twice. Finally, like a naughty little rabbit, he quietly got into the grass with a light and agile tapping sound and said "goodbye" to the little shepherd boy.
That night, the wind blew gently again, and the clouds seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. On the horizon, the slightly reddish clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.
It's getting dark and the fields are much quieter.
Suddenly, with a light flute, the silent vilen suddenly came alive again. Then, the flute became louder and louder and closer. Following the sound, I saw an old cow walking slowly. It turned out to be a little shepherd boy. I saw him wearing a hat and hemp fiber, sitting on the back of a cow, playing the flute tirelessly, teasing the evening breeze, with a little coolness. The grass on the Yuan Ye seems to understand the flute and dance together in the hazy twilight. The flute went through the Woods, jumped over the Yuan Ye and drifted far away. ...
At the entrance of the village, the white-haired grandfather of the shepherd boy is waiting for his little grandson who lives alone to return from grazing. The appearance of an old man and a young man has added some warmth to the cool vilen and small villages.
The shepherd boy and grandpa are full, and it is completely dark, but there is still a faint light of the moon in the air. The shepherd boy, who had been herding cattle for a day, was already very tired at this time. Like a tired kitten, he snuggled up to the woodpile, took off his hat and hemp fiber, looked up at the moon with his beloved bamboo flute in his hand, missed his kind mother, and fell into a sweet dream country with wonderful reverie. ...
Shepherd boy (Lv Yan)
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The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, the flute is long and the night wind is three or four.
Come back from a full meal at dusk, and don't take off your hemp fiber.
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① Yokono: Guangyuanye.
2 get: tease.
Hemp fiber: a brown or straw-colored coat used to shelter from wind and rain.
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Green grass, vast Yuan Ye, endless. The flute sounded intermittently in the evening breeze, melodious, as if playing with the evening breeze. The shepherd boy returned from grazing and had a big meal at dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay happily on the grass on a moonlit night.
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The poem "1( 16) Pictures of Shepherd Boy's Works of Art" shows us a vivid picture of Shepherd Boy coming home at night. We saw the quiet and leisurely life of the shepherd boy. Through the poem, we also see the author's inner yearning for a happy life away from the noise: the vast Yuan Ye is covered with green grass; The evening breeze is blowing the weeds. I haven't seen the shepherd boy come back yet, but I first heard the melodious and approaching flute of the shepherd boy coming from the wind. The flute sounded intermittently and fluttered with the wind. The shepherd boy came back and had a good meal. It's already after dusk. He didn't even take off his hemp fiber, so he lay in the open field to rest on a moonlit night. It shows the carefree and innocent nature of children. There are scenes, feelings, characters and voices in the poem. This vivid scene appears in our field of vision from far and near.
The word "shop" shows the gentle comfort of the grass and grassland.
The word "Nong" expresses a kind of interest, conveying the melodious flute sound in the wind and the meaning of the shepherd boy playing the flute.
Six or seven miles and three or four sounds here do not refer to definite figures, but to highlight the silence of the vast countryside in Yuan Ye in the evening.
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Expressed the author's inner yearning for a safe and comfortable life.
7. Write a composition about ancient poetry, about 450 words, in the tone of fifth grade primary school. Don't recite poems from the age of four. Of course, adults forced it. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems.
After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation.
Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry. There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful ... different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects.
Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying to thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing at the sky and going out is our Artemisia selengensis people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, and I can't eat or drink.
When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background.
It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning.
You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it.
I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.
I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors. If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions.
Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of my mother's care for me in the past, and a warm feeling comes to my mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can feel different and throb.
This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem! Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. -Zhu Guangqian-Inscription 1 Poetry is the most extraordinary.
The earliest poems came from the ancient working people, who can be said to be the representatives of the lower Bali people. Later, it was gradually favored by literati, so Chun Xue like Nineteen Ancient Poems appeared. These are all things I just felt recently.
I wasn't like this when I was a kid. (2) because of my good memory, I recited the five-character and seven-law of the Tang Dynasty almost once, and I never forgot it, but I can't taste the general rhyme.
Even if there is, it is only a kind of obscurity of "the so-called Iraqis are in the water". Long-term swallowing dates eventually led to "indigestion" until I read Li Bai's "Into the Wine".
Looking at that gray-yellow paper, I looked helpless. But I didn't know there was Gan Kun in it until I looked carefully.
I was shocked by the first sentence-"didn't you see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?" It seems that I have been standing on the surging river bank, watching the Yellow River merge into the East China Sea with China's five thousand-year complex.
There is an atmosphere of "a hundred rivers go east to the west" between heaven and earth, which makes me, like Li Bai, unable to see the lovely person in the mirror on the shelf. Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night. Reminds me of Zhang Jiuling's poem "Stay in the Clouds, Waste a Hundred Years" and Cao Cao's outlook on life "If the morning dew shows, it's hard to go to Japan". Seeing this, I feel a little depressed from my agitation just now.
8. The first composition of ancient poetry in Lesson 23, Volume 2, Grade Four Chinese, 400 words: light, autumn and moon blend together: calm, moonlight and water blend together. The windless mirror on the pool surface is not polished: the lake surface is smooth and bright like a bronze mirror that does not need polishing.
Looking at Dongting from afar, the mountains and rivers are green: looking at Dongting from afar, the mountains and rivers are green. A green snail in a silver plate: Dongting Mountain with lush trees stands in Dongting Lake with white light, just like a green snail in a silver plate.
This is a landscape poem written by the poet overlooking Dongting Lake, which is clear and meaningful. The first sentence is about the blending of water, light and moonlight, which shows the breadth and distance of the lake. This should be the scene at dusk. It is not dark yet, but the moon has come out. If it is dark, you can't see the fusion of the two colors. The second sentence uses the metaphor of a mirror to show the calm of the lake at night, because the sun has set and the lake is not reflective, just like a mirror is dull without polishing. The third sentence is about the green of Junshan Mountain in Wangyuan Lake. The "landscape" here actually refers to the mountain, that is, Junshan in the lake. The usage of "scenery" belongs to the usage of "compound words with partial meanings" in ancient Chinese. The fourth sentence uses another metaphor, comparing Junshan floating in the water to a green snail on a silver plate. The whole poem is full of pure scenery, with detailed descriptions and vivid metaphors, which is very interesting to read.
The "landscape" here actually only refers to mountains, which are green and green. The usage of "scenery" belongs to the usage of "compound words with partial meanings" in ancient Chinese.
The second sentence uses a mirror to compare the calm of the lake at night, which should be the scene of dusk.
The lake is like a bronze mirror poem "Looking at the Dongting", which needs no polishing. The explanation is as follows: Liu Yuxi's original text is meaningful: the lake and the moon are in harmony.
This is a landscape poem written by the poet looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, like a mirror with dull luster without polishing.
The third sentence is about the green, smooth and bright of Junshan in Wangyuan Lake:
Looking at the Dongting dynasty from a distance is like a snail on a silver plate: looking at Dongting from a distance, the day is not dark and the moon is out. There is a green snail in the silver plate. If it is dark, you can't see the fusion of the two colors. The whole poem is purely about scenery. Looking at Dongting from afar, the mountains and rivers are green. The first sentence begins with the blending of water, light and moonlight: the author of the Tang Dynasty compared Junshan floating in the water to a green snail on a silver plate. Looking at Dongting Lake from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate, which not only describes it in detail, but also does not reflect light. The moonlight and water color blend together, showing the openness of the lake. There is no wind on the surface of the pool and the mirror is not polished. It is very interesting to read, that is, Junshan in the lake: Dongting Mountain with lush trees stands in Dongting Lake with white light, because the sun has set: calm.
The fourth sentence uses another metaphor, which is very vivid.
9. I want a composition with ancient poems, and I hope that 400 words can be adopted ~ ~ ~ to rewrite Dream. One summer morning, Li Qingzhao sat alone in an antique pavilion and looked at the beautiful scenery in the lake. I couldn't help but think of the scene of drinking and enjoying flowers with my friends the other day.
It was a summer afternoon. Li Qingzhao and her friends rowed, swam around the lake and enjoyed the scenery. In the middle of the lake, green eyes are everywhere, and lotus leaves are squeezed on the water like handfuls of umbrellas.
Blossoming delicate lotus flowers appear in various forms from the middle of the lotus leaf, like flawless jade. There is only a white bud in the green, shy and in bud; Some are only half open, some petals are scattered, and some are surrounded by stamens, just like a beauty in a gown, a person who "hides half a face behind the guitar from us"; Dancing like a girl in white; Those petals have fallen off, revealing green lotus flowers. The small holes in the lotus seeds seem to be small mouths, opening their throats and shouting, "I am mature, come and pick them!" " Lotus gives off a fresh and elegant fragrance, attracting butterflies to play.
In the clear lake, small fish are jumping happily, and ripples appear on the lake. Li Qingzhao and her friends rowed the boat and drove in the lotus leaves, smelling the fragrance, and couldn't help singing: "The lotus pond is quiet …" Li Qingzhao and her friends enjoyed the beautiful scenery, sang songs and drank wine, and were intoxicated by the lotus pictures in summer.
Time flies, the setting sun gradually converges its light and becomes gentle, like a soft red lantern hanging on the horizon. Li Qingzhao and her friends found that it was already dark. Li Qingzhao quickly said, "It's getting dark. You'll be anxious if you don't go back to your parents."
"That's right." Friends echoed in succession.
Li Qingzhao picked up the paddle and rowed desperately. Her friend also shouted, "Row! Row quickly! " However, because it was dark, Li Qingzhao was drunk again and mistakenly rowed the boat into the depths of the lotus. Everyone rowed and rowed, almost overturning the boat and splashing a lot of water. Waterbirds parked nearby were startled by the splashing water, spread their white wings and flew.
Some of them flapped their wings and flew into the sky, some flew for a while and stopped on the beach on the shore, some hovered in the air and sang songs, as if blaming them for disturbing their dreams. Thinking of this, Li Qingzhao was so angry that she couldn't help chanting: If you dream, you always remember the sunset in Xiting, and you don't know where to go.
Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Rewrite the Yellow Crane Tower to bid farewell to Meng Haoran's beautiful spring scenery in March, and Li Bai's good friend Meng Haoran will take a boat to Yangzhou. Li Bai came to the Yangtze River to see Meng Haoran off.
Li Bai said, "Brother Meng, a thousand words can't replace my feeling of saying goodbye to you. We are going to part here, I hope you will go all the way. "
Meng Haoran said, "There is no such thing as a banquet that must come to an end, but reunion is fate. Then we will get together and have a good drink. Take care! " After that, Meng Haoran put his luggage on his back, set foot on the boat and waved goodbye to Li Bai. Li Bai watched the boat leave until it disappeared into the horizon, but he still refused to leave for a long time.
He looked around at the green willows and flowers in bud, and could not help but be poetic. He wrote the poem "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou": An old friend said goodbye to the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Rewriting "Qiu Si" month, like a jade plate embedded in the sky shrouded by a curtain, is extremely bright against the starlight. I can't help looking up in the autumn night.
The cool breeze blows gently, the maple leaves keep swaying, and the fallen leaves dance with the wind. I breathed a sigh of relief and saw some white smoke-it was cold. Did my family wear more coats and quilts? My thoughts echoed in my heart. In the dark night, I seem to see the kind and expecting faces of my family and the waiting eyes at home.
Write a letter to your family and ask if they are safe. Maybe it's because of the cold weather, and my thoughts can't help rising.
Prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone. There are countless ideas in my heart, but I don't know where to start. Seeing the autumn leaves swaying outside the window, I seem to be telling my thoughts about my hometown.
The bright moon reflected the way home, and the maple leaves fluttered in the wind. For a moment, all my thoughts turned into ink and spilled on the paper. I wrote carefully, domesticated my long-cherished thoughts into vast handwriting and flowed out carefully.
A little sweet, a little bitter, a little yearning, a little worried ... come to mind together, which is hard to argue. Time slipped away when I told my thoughts. I can't wait to rush to the post office regardless of the weather and post this letter with my thoughts.
When the courier was about to hit the road, paragraphs after paragraphs popped up in my mind, and pictures after pictures got into my mind. I immediately took the letter back, opened the envelope, listened to the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing through the stationery, and took my thoughts to the distance.
I'm afraid I haven't written all my thoughts, turning my troubles into questions and greetings and putting my thoughts on ink. I polished the ink again and poured out my thoughts to the pale colorless paper again ... autumn wind is rustling, the moon is shining in the sky, the night is dark and colorless, and yellow leaves are dancing ... The cool wind is blowing on my face, and I really want to turn my thoughts into autumn wind, so that the autumn wind can take them away and blow my hometown ... Rewrite Dream. I lean against the window alone and often think of that day: I am sitting in the pavilion by the stream.
I raised my glass and tasted the wine. Cup after cup, before I knew it, it was getting late and I was so drunk that I forgot the way home.
My interest has been greatly satisfied. I rowed and groped my way home. But accidentally, I strayed into the depths of the lotus pond.
I looked around, green lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers were intertwined, and several little frogs jumped on the lotus leaves and sang cheerful songs. Lotus gives off a faint fragrance.
You see, the lotus here is too ashamed to open its petals; Look, several lotus flowers there have blossomed into the most beautiful smiles, like a slim girl standing in the middle of the pond.
10. I have many good friends in my life. Classmates, books, animals, and, by the way, a friendliest friend-ancient poetry. The story was my first good friend when I was a child. When I started reading, my mother told me beautiful ancient poems, which I listened to with relish and never forgot. "Silent Night Thinking" tells the family's feelings of missing their hometown. "Persuade" reminds me not to waste time and study hard; Looking at Lushan Waterfall depicts a spectacular scene. Later, I gradually lost interest in ancient poetry. I was lucky enough to know an amiable and beautiful teacher Ma in the first grade of primary school. She is like our mother and sometimes our close companion. Her face is always cheerful, which makes people feel kind and warm. She made strict demands on us to recite poems every day. At first, many students didn't quite understand the teacher's intention, and neither did I. Teacher Ma, in order to encourage me, offered to compete with me to recite poems best. The teacher used some clever methods to recite poems quickly. I recite poems as the teacher does. Gradually, I became more and more interested in reciting poems. Under the guidance of my teacher, I have recited 65,438+043 poems, and won the glorious title of the third king of poetry recitation in the fourth grade poetry competition. now