Ancient poems accompany me.

A simple and innocent heart, like a flower, blooms slowly under the nourishment of poetry ... When I was a child, Shi and I just learned to write crooked Chinese characters crawled by ants and began to teach me to recite ancient poems. Holding an illustrated book of ancient poetry, my mother accompanied me to travel to the kingdom of ancient poetry. "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son." These sentences were engraved in my ignorant heart word by word. I don't quite understand the meaning of poetry, but I know that grass can't burn out, but it grows up when the spring breeze blows; I understand that all mothers love their children and let them eat well and wear warm clothes. These sentences sound like singing. How nice! So I was chewing sugar in my mouth, holding a book in my arms, and reading one ancient poem after another against the sound of pinyin milk. Teenagers, Poetry and Me "Mom, ancient poems have passed hundreds of thousands of years, why do we have to read them and recite them?" I asked my mother puzzled. "Because it represents the long and splendid culture of China! Read more books and recite more poems, and you will understand the truth contained in them, and you will be able to enrich the literary heritage and become a person who is fully committed. " Mom answered me. So I picked up the book and continued to recite ancient poems. From primary school to junior high school, the book in my hand has changed from "Selected Ancient Poems" to "Poetry Collection". "I advise you to drink more wine, there is no reason to go out to the west." "Seven or eight stars are in the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xiqiao. " "The sky is connected with clouds and smoke, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance." ..... Tang poetry and Song poetry, I have been able to recite a lot fluently and understand poetry. Read the text in the Chinese book again, and it will be easy to read it thoroughly; Words and sentences become handy when writing a composition. Youth, Poetry and Me "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon." It embodies the poet Yan Shu. How bitter is it? Who can comfort his loneliness? "How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Looking back, what kind of sadness and regret does Li Yu, who has become a prisoner? When I grow up, I am no longer satisfied with simply understanding ancient poems, but simply reciting them. I am appreciating them with a mature mind and rich perceptual knowledge. I wholeheartedly watched the solo dance of the poets' souls and listened to their emotional monologues: "Leaves fall like the waves of a waterfall, while I watched the long river always roll forward." Du Fu, a "poet saint", is old and sick, sometimes sad, and he is in a foreign land, asking lonely autumn scenery to speak for him. "Asked the shutter, but Haitang still. Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "One night, it was windy and the rain was sudden. When I woke up in the Ming Dynasty, the leaves were greener, but the flowers withered. Things always change unconsciously. As Xi Murong said in A Flowering Tree, "How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment?" What a deep and burning emotion it is to express yearning for beautiful love and nostalgia for youth with simple and elegant poems! From the reading of babbling as a child to the appreciation of growing old, beautiful poems have sown seeds in my heart, sprouted and blossomed. Gradually, I can understand the deeper connotation and richer emotions contained in the poem. Ancient poetry grew up with me. It purified my soul and cultivated my sentiment. I am determined to continue to set sail, accompanied by ancient poetry, and sail to a bright distance!