Thirteen of Pushkin's most beautiful poems

Life is not like this little flower, which can be forgotten. Because it has already passed away, even if life disappears, you may not forget his (her) sincerity, kindness or hypocrisy. Pushkin's Little Flower, when I first came into contact with Russian literature, was about thirteen or fourteen years old. It was during the Cultural Revolution, and there were few extracurricular books. Somehow, I have a desire to read. At that time, reading literary books was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. At that time, I often saw my sister reading a literary book, so I begged her to wait until I finished reading it. This requires her to reduce her reading time and read day and night. Then I kept reading, and I didn't put down my book when I was eating, so sometimes I was dumped before I finished reading it. I remember seeing a poem from my sister's notebook at that time: Xiaohua [Russia] Pushkin. I found a small flower in the book, which has dried up and is no longer fragrant. So, my heart is full of many strange reverie: which spring, where to bloom? How long did it take? Who took it off? Is it an outsider or an acquaintance? Why is it in the middle of this page? But to commemorate the bidding meeting? Or do you want to keep it as a farewell treasure? Or just because of a lonely walk in a quiet field, in the shade of a forest? Is it him or her? Still alive? Which corner is their home? Ah, maybe they have withered, like this unknown little flower? This poem gives me an unprecedented feeling. I seem to find beauty at once: a small flower is so beautiful and full of emotion. Its beauty can be long-lasting, transferable and treasured, and it has such a strong vitality! I recited this poem over and over again and copied it carefully in my best notebook! I met Pushkin from the great Russian lyric poet Xiaohua. In the following days, I was fascinated by Pushkin as if I were possessed. I looked for his poems everywhere and borrowed Pushkin's lyrics (1) and (2). I read it first, and then copied it day and night, copying several notebooks. These books are my first collection. I once asked a friend to borrow it from me, but I refused. Then, I saw his yevgeni onegin, Belgin's Novels, Captain's Daughter, Dubrovski and other works one after another. Pushkin's beautiful scenery and excellent female images in Russia have ignited my youthful poetry and yearning for a better life, cultivated my love for nature, and strengthened my kindness and firmness. At the same time, Pushkin also cultivated my love for Russian literature. From reading Pushkin to reading lermontov, Turgenev, Chekhov, Chernyshevski, Tolstoy, Gorky, Mayakovski and ostrovsky, it can be described as "a hundred flowers blossom", which has given me a "hundred flowers garden of Russian literature" and nourished my thoughts and feelings and love for elegant literature. However, when I think about it, Xiaohua has the greatest influence on me. This "little flower" came into my life from the moment it broke into my eyes. Even, it depicts my character, beautifies my life and shapes my emotions. I wrote this poem in my notebook as a Tomb-Sweeping Day. My classmates and I went to the Martyrs Cemetery to pay homage to the martyrs' tomb. After remembering the heroic deeds of the martyrs, I picked a bright red maple leaf from the maple tree next to the tomb. After returning home, I put the maple leaf in Selected Works of Marx and Engels. The bright red maple leaves are the marks of martyrs' blood, and those of us who enjoy a happy life should always remember them! Not long ago, when I moved to my new house and sorted out books, I turned to this anthology of Marx and Engels and saw this maple leaf, which was already dark red. This maple leaf is one of my "little flowers"!