Interesting things are written in small poems and compositions.

1. meaningful and interesting things in life. Write a poem of 300 words. Everyone is trapped in life, so no one can really judge life. But I want to know, what kind of life is really meaningful? I'm sure someone will think I'm contradictory. As I said, no one can see life clearly. How can we talk about a "meaningful life"? But I think that even if we can't judge life, we can still feel it. A meaningful life should be full. After all, if your life is idle all day, its essence becomes empty. What's the point? A meaningful life should be rich, because richness is not enough. To fill life with enough things and make it meaningful, it needs those precious memories, just like pearls. A meaningful life should be interesting. Do you think you will be happy if you are strict and demanding every day?

If there is no happiness from the depths of the soul, how can you make it meaningful and make you smile whenever you recall it? A meaningful life is more meaningful because meaning is inherent. If life is straightforward, then it cannot have the mystery of "meaning". So, it seems that my life has become a cup of plain water, which is always calm and waveless. And what can be done to make this cup of boiling water no longer static? Since a meaningful life is to be full and rich, don't let time slip through your fingers easily.

2. Write interesting things into small poems

Bai Juyi

The little baby holds the boat,

Steal Bai Lianhua back.

Don't understand the trace,

Duckweed blooms together. Answer supplement

To annotate ...

1. Support: platoon.

2. boat: boat.

3. Don't understand: I don't know.

translate

A child is rowing on the river.

Picking white lotus quietly and hurriedly.

I don't know how to hide my trail,

There is a road flashing at the stern of duckweed.

Make an appreciative comment

The opening sentence of this poem is unusual. The words "little baby punting" and "small" provide us with sufficient imagination and attract readers' attention. Where is this "ship" carrying "little baby" going? It turned out to be "stealing the White Lotus Sect back". He walked quietly while the adults were not looking. Since it is "stealing", it should return quietly without showing traces, but the result is unexpected. "I can't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweeds bloom together." The poet is very good at writing. Instead of writing about how the children were found, he wrote about a long opening left between the pools. Although this five-character quatrain is not long, it is full of endless interest. The first two sentences of the poem are not only full of childlike interest, but also pave the way for the results of the last two sentences. Xiaowa is a Xiaowa after all. He "doesn't know how to hide" and "doesn't understand", which shows that Xiaowa is shallow, naive and naughty. The whole poem is natural and true, full of infinite interest, giving people rich associations and endless aftertaste.

3. Write interesting things into poems, and Bai Juyi's little baby punted and stole Bai Lianhua back.

He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat through the trail. Answer the supplementary explanation 1. Support: stroke.

2. boat: boat. 3. Don't understand: I don't know.

On the river, a child paddled a boat and quietly and hurriedly went to pick white lotus. I don't know how many people have hidden their tracks, but there is a road flashing at the stern of duckweed.

It is unusual to appreciate the first sentence of this poem. The words "little baby punting" and "small" provide us with enough imagination and attract readers' attention. Where is this "ship" carrying "little baby" going? It turned out to be "stealing the White Lotus Sect back". He walked quietly while the adults were not looking. Since it is "stealing", it should return quietly without showing traces, but the result is unexpected. "I can't understand the hidden traces, and the duckweeds bloom together." The poet is very good at writing. Instead of writing about how the children were found, he wrote about a long opening left between the pools.

Although this five-character quatrain is not long, it is full of endless interest. The first two sentences of the poem are not only full of childlike interest, but also pave the way for the results of the last two sentences.

Xiaowa is a Xiaowa after all. He "doesn't know how to hide" and "doesn't understand", which shows that Xiaowa is shallow, naive and naughty. The whole poem is natural and true, full of infinite interest, giving people rich associations and endless aftertaste.

Write an interesting story of childhood into a poem. Childhood is a fresh song. I use my immature hands to compose the days into a string of notes and jump through my fingers. Childhood is a pure blue painting. I paint the years with clear eyes. A pure blue river flows in my heart. It is the string of ears of rice picked up in the paddy field, which gives off golden light in the long river of time. When time smeared a sad color on the time and space I walked through, when life filled my heart with hardships with tough hands. Childhood, it sang in my silent heart and cheered in the river of time. Precipitated into pearls, I carefully strung it into a shining necklace, illuminating my whole body and mind in the silent night. 2. In the warm sunshine, the cuckoo is crying and laughing, the hand of poplar is shaking with the wind, and the childish song is wandering in the running water. The happy years are like this. There are insects whispering in the green birch forest. The white dandelion exudes beautiful flower caps, the gathering partners run in the wind, and the intoxicating time jumps like this. There are fish playing by the gurgling stream, and the oily grass swings gentle lines and screams across the sky, so the joy of childhood goes away silently.

There are many meaningful and interesting things in life. Please write down your life and childhood (poetry) in the form of poetry.

In the warm sunshine

The cuckoo is laughing.

Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.

Childish songs

Wandering in the running water

Happy years just flow by.

In the green birch forest

With the whisper of insects

White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.

A happy companion

Running in the wind

The intoxicating time jumps like this.

By the gurgling stream.

Accompanied by the frolicking of fish

Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.

give a loud scream

The trouble of cutting through the sky

The happiness of childhood just walked away silently.

childhood

Childhood is a fresh song.

I use my tender hands

Divide the days into strings of notes

Jump between your fingers

Childhood is a pure blue painting.

I use clear eyes

Draw the years into a pure blue river

Flowing in my heart

Childhood was picked up in a paddy field.

That string of rice ears

In the long river of time

Shine golden light

When time becomes the color of sadness

Smudge the time and space I have traveled.

When life uses tough hands

Let my heart be full of hardships

Childhood is in my silent heart.

Sing softly, come on.

In the long river of time,

Pearls are deposited into particles.

I am in the silent night

Wear it carefully in a string.

A glittering necklace

Illuminate my whole body and mind.

6. Choose an ancient poem to form an interesting story. A 550-word poem on red leaves: On an evening in Tang Xizong, young Yu Youren strolled under the city wall.

The west wind blows the Weihe River, leaving leaves all over Chang 'an. It is already late autumn. Dead leaves everywhere, the wind roared away. Branches stab in the cold air, like cracks in the ice. It was getting dark, and he stood for a while, feeling rather sad.

He washed his hands in the running water in the imperial ditch, and the floating leaves in the imperial ditch slowly flowed out in the clear water. Suddenly, he found a big red leaf with ink on it. He picked it up from the water. To his surprise, a poem was engraved on the red leaves: "Why does the water flow too fast? The palace is full of leisure.

I bid farewell to the red leaves and left this beautiful place for the freedom house. "The ink is not dry, and the handwriting is handsome.

He looked at the towering palace wall beside him and guessed that it must be the maid-in-waiting. Yu You took the poem home, but he couldn't let it go for a long time. Every night, he tossed and turned and saw the lonely woman in the palace.

A few days later, he wrote a poem on the red leaves and put it in the running water in the upper reaches of Yugou River: "I heard that Ye wrote a red complaint. Who sent the poem to Ye?" After that, he lingered by the running water for a long time before leaving. Yu You told this story to several companions and everyone laughed at him.

A few years have passed, and Yuyou has gradually forgotten. He failed in the imperial examination and was almost down and out, so he taught in the rich Han Yong family.

One day, Han Yong told him that soon, Tang Xizong released 3,000 harem maids and asked them to return to folk marriage. There is a woman named Han Cuiping, surnamed Han Yong, who lives in my humble abode. He is willing to fix them up.

At that time, Yu You was not married. I heard that Han Cuiping was beautiful, so I agreed to come down. After marriage, Yu You and Han Cuiping have a good relationship. One day, Han Cuiping saw the red leaves inscribed in Yu You's paintings and asked where Yu You got them. Yu You told me the truth.

Han Cuiping said: "I also fished a red leaf in the water. I want to know who did it? " Yu You took a look and found that the ink was still there, which he had written in those years. Both of them were silent, with tears in their eyes. They didn't know how to say a thousand words and cried for a long time.

Because it has been ten years since Hongye wrote poems and married them. Han Cuiping felt sad and happy for this, so he wrote: "A couplet of beautiful sentences has been thought for ten years."

Today, they became husband and wife friends, only to know that Hongye is a good medium. I hope you are satisfied! )。