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When I was a child, my father taught me to recite ancient poems, such as "weeding at noon, sweating like a pig" and "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high", "but now I think of that night and that storm, I don't know how many flowers I have broken". At that time, I didn't understand the meaning of that sentence, only knowing that it sounded good, and I unconsciously wrote down a lot. It was not until I gradually understood the meaning of that sentence that I fell in love with poetry after a long drought. It can be said that I fell in love with poetry since I was very young, and I fell in love with this brightest pearl in the cultural history of the motherland.
From the early Tang Dynasty to the late Qing Dynasty, there were Li Bai's heroic and dissolute poems, Du Fu's affectionate mourning poems, Su Dongpo's bold poems, Li Qingzhao's melancholy poems and Gong Zizhen's hate poems, all of which showed the world the cultural treasures of our country and the excellent poems of ancient China, which were handed down to the world.
I have always liked Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass. The first half of the poem praised the tenacity of the grass, but the second half told us the scene of friends saying goodbye. It turns out that the poet expresses his feelings by chanting weeds, and the poet's new material selection and strange angle make people sigh. There is also Gao Shi's "Don't Move Big", which describes two good friends singing wine in a pavilion and telling each other their great wishes after leaving home. There are many poems that express the feelings of wanderers leaving their hometown and missing their relatives and friends in different places, such as "Sailing alone, the sky is blue in Wan Li, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky" and "Knowing where my brother climbed, there is no one everywhere". ...
Ancient poetry contains all the feelings we want to express. This ancient feast is so attractive and fascinating. "There is a golden room in the book", for me, it is even more "there is a golden room in the poem".