That year, my grandfather retired from his front-line teaching position. The sudden free time made him depressed. My birth just filled his emotional gap and became his greatest spiritual comfort. He held me, kissed and rocked me all day long, wishing he could give me all the good things in the world, just asking me to "giggle".
Seeing this, my mother said helplessly: "Dad, you can't spoil him. Aren't there not many 'little emperors' who can reach out for clothes and open their mouths for food?" Grandpa heard this. Unhappy, he protested righteously: "Are you looking down on me, a 'teacher' who has a senior professional title and has been teaching and educating people for more than 30 years? I still don't believe it. I can teach outstanding model students who are admitted to prestigious schools. Not good for your own grandson?" After hearing this, my mother had no way to refute.
My grandfather loved poetry. When I was a little older, he let me wander in the ocean of poetry.
At night, the moon is bright and clear, and the cool moonlight shines through the window lattice in front of the bed. Grandpa patted me and recited: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground..." As grandpa chanted rhythmically, I gradually fell into sleep.
Spring is here, and the whole family goes for an outing in the countryside. The roadside is full of flowers, and butterflies are hovering reluctantly among the flowers. Grandpa took my hand, took a step, and read a sentence: "The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease." As I listened, the artistic conception of the poem and the scene in front of me were wonderfully integrated. Grandpa's admiration arose spontaneously.
During the Qingming Festival, it was drizzling, and my grandfather took me back to my hometown to visit the grave. When my grandfather saw the heartbroken expressions of passers-by paying homage to their deceased relatives, he couldn't help but lamented: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to die." This scene made me burst into tears without even realizing it.
When I was 8 years old, my grandfather took me to visit the Yellow Crane Tower, one of the "Four Famous Towers in Jiangnan". Standing on the Yellow Crane Tower, watching the long white clouds and the river flowing eastward, I was filled with emotion and blurted out: "The shadow of the lonely sail is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky." Grandpa leaned on the railing and looked at me, with a smile in his eyes. The meaning is stronger.
"Grandpa, does 'The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny' means 'June showers are separated by cows' backs'?" Different levels. 'This means that people look at the problem from different angles and come to different conclusions, right?" I broke the pot and asked.
Grandpa nodded and said appreciatively: "When reading poetry, you must feel its rhythm and rhythm, and feel the beauty of the traditional culture of our great motherland. 'Read it a hundred times, and its meaning will become apparent'. Recite it repeatedly, As you grow older, the meaning of poetry will gradually become clearer. "So, the most enjoyable moment for me every day is reading poetry.
In a Chinese class, the teacher was teaching "Boancing Guazhou" and said: "Everyone knows that our classmate Xia Mingzhe memorizes many poems, so today we will ask Teacher Xiao Xia to teach you Can you tell me what this poem means?" After listening to it, I stood up and said eloquently: "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me again?" This poem means "warmth" The spring breeze has blown the fields in the south of the Yangtze River green. When will the bright moon shine on me and return to my home at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain? "This poem uses the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River to express her homesickness." After hearing this, the teacher smiled and asked loudly. Classmates: "Is Teacher Xiaoxia's lecture good?" The students said in unison: "Okay!" In the warm applause of the students, I felt a small sense of accomplishment and pride.
When I was 10 years old, I was able to travel through time and space, see the majesty of "the solitary smoke in the desert, and the sun setting in the long river"; feel the deep feeling of "the dense seams before leaving, fearing that I will return late"; appreciate " There will be times when strong winds and waves break, and I will have the ambition to sail directly across the sea"... Gradually, I have the pride of "being able to be at the top of the mountain and seeing all the small mountains at a glance", and the arrogance of "I am born with talents that will be useful"... Beautiful poetry not only leads me to travel in time and space, but also allows me to grow happily in it.
The poetry my grandpa taught me allowed me to appreciate the charm of the language of my motherland, and I will not stop there. Qian Yong of the Qing Dynasty said in "Lv Yuan Cong Hua": "'Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles', one cannot give priority to the other.
"I want to accompany poetry to appreciate the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland, and compose gorgeous poems for these beautiful rivers and mountains!