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When I was a child, I liked ancient poems. When I read those poems, I always draw a fantastic picture in my mind. Now, as I grow older, I am more fascinated by poetry.
"Fancy flowers, as if I met a wild goose." This is an infinite memory of the past. ...
"I have a silver jar left tonight. I'm afraid that meeting was a dream." It's endless yearning for friends who have left. ...
"Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky." Is the pursuit of ideals. ...
Looking at the whistling wind outside the window, I think of Jing Ke's swan song "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever". Looking at the chrysanthemums standing alone in the autumn wind, I felt the pride of "If I were Di Qing next year, I would like to report peach blossoms". ...
Looking at the petals falling on the tree, I remembered Gong Zizhen's "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but protecting flowers with spring mud" ...
Looking at the towering building outside the window, I remembered that "the dangerous building is 100 feet high and you can reach for the stars." A stroke of genius ...
Seeing the grass on the roadside quietly sticking out a little new green, I think this is probably what the ancients said: "The light rain in Sky Street moistens like crisp, and when you look at the grass color, there is actually no"!
Autumn has come, the flowers are dim, but there is a bunch of autumn chrysanthemums that are not afraid of the cold and frost. They think that although Tao Yuanming is so leisurely, "autumn chrysanthemums can be Ao Shuang, and the wind and frost are heavy." Maybe this is the true portrayal of chrysanthemum. ...
Marshal Chen Yi's: "The heavy snow presses the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress are tall and straight." Let me fall in love with pine trees; Wang Anshi: "There are some plums in the corner, and hanling is alone." I am impressed by the charm of the middle cold plum and the proud snow; Zheng Banqiao's poem, which has been passed down through the ages, said: "Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken." I have unparalleled respect for bamboo. My three friends told me not only their attitude and pursuit of life, but also the truth of being a man and doing things. Poetry is also life. ...
Looking out the window, the moonlight is still bright, peaceful and quiet. Listening to poetry, the feeling of heart beating with rhythm is so wonderful. ...
Essay 2 on Love Poetry "Thirty fame, the dust settles, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon." It is a classic sentence of Yue Fei and grandpa's favorite poem. Grandpa often reads Yue Fei's poems.
Grandpa often said: "If you like poetry, you should not only like poetry itself, but also understand the poet and see the feelings given to poetry by the author. To understand the author's situation and mood, we must have the same language as the poet. This is the highest level of love for poetry. "
Grandpa has not received formal higher education, nor has he experienced the influence of scholarly family. But I have a heart that loves poetry very much. Grandpa copied all the poems he read and thought were good into a book. Now this book is as thick as my three Chinese textbooks. The book is full of ancient poems written by grandpa himself, and some of them are accompanied by his own notes. This handwritten poem is older than me. This is an antique of our family.
When I was a child, my grandfather taught me how to write. The first thing I learned was the poem "Frost leaves are red in February flowers". I still remember that when I saw grandpa's beautiful handwriting, I cocked my head and asked him, "How can I write so beautifully?" Grandpa said: "Words are like people, and what kind of words are written is what kind of people. There are many atmospheric poems in ancient poetry. With more backs, people will be atmospheric and the words will look good. " At that time, I didn't understand grandpa's meaningful teaching, but looked at him sideways. His eyes were full of yearning, and I still remember that look.
When I was a child, I ran out to play in order to finish my homework quickly. My homework is often sloppy. When my grandfather found out, he didn't blame me for being careless. He just said, "As a single-minded man, Wen Tianxiang died because he refused to be an enemy. He became a famous patriotic poet. If you don't have this specificity, you can't do anything well. "
Grandpa used to let me read more about Dream of Red Mansions. I remember my grandfather used to say, "If you can't recite ancient poems, read more novels." At that time, I didn't understand how my grandfather was so obedient and willing to study. In the end, he was forced to study only when there was no way. So, I'm afraid of the brick-like Dream of Red Mansions.
Grandpa used to like sitting alone in a rocking chair and sitting by the window in the afternoon. Bathed in the warm sunshine, reading my favorite poems. I don't know whether grandpa is a serious person or poetry makes him look serious. Master always gives people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.
Poetry is a beautiful world, in which you will find your favorite sentences. You can't understand poetry without reading it. Once you understand the beauty of poetry, you will be intoxicated. Whenever I see poetry, it is a wonderful feeling.
Grandpa often said: "To be a man, poetry should be graceful without losing its edges and corners, and things should be elegant and elegant." Treat people and things with poetry. "This is my grandfather, a grandfather who loves poetry.
I am an ordinary boy, tall and thin, trying to look like bamboo. A pair of bright eyes are embedded in a long face under thick hair. Although it is small, it is very intense, and nothing can escape my sight. Smile, eyes narrowed into a crack, like a crescent moon. A flat nose is not as tall and straight as my father, so who does my nose look like? Xiaohong always tells jokes, which makes people laugh their heads off. Everyone likes me very much.
I like playing football and badminton, reading a lot of books, and imitating Sun Tzu's art of war with car toys.
Recently, I am fascinated by Poetry Conference, which is a poetry competition program. It is composed of poets from all walks of life, including seven-year-old children, white-haired old people and foreign guests. As long as I have free time, I will watch it, even when I eat. I was fascinated from the beginning, as if I had come to an exciting scene to answer questions with the contestants. I will blurt out the topic of the meeting without thinking; When you encounter a difficult problem, such as confusing poems and guessing the poem Jiugongge, you will think hard and guess an answer. One minute I shouted hooray, and the next I was sad. My mother looked at me and shook her head and said, "Sheng Sheng, you are really possessed!" "I learned from it that the ocean of poetry is endless, and Chinese really needs to learn more, read more and think more!
What I admire more is Chen. When she and Li Siwei met a topic they didn't know, they pressed the answering machine under great pressure. Although the answer is wrong, she is not afraid of failure and dares to take risks, which makes me respect.
In the future, I will swim in the ocean of poetry and strive to become a "master of poetry"!
The beauty of the evening and the fragrance of the spring breeze, listen! Who is reciting that beautiful poem? Yes, this is me, an optimistic and cheerful boy who loves poetry. My name is Han Yilin. I am ten years old today. I am in the third grade of Linsan Primary School. I have shiny black hair, a pair of bright eyes that seem to talk, and a cherry-like mouth under the high nose. The round face is like a big red apple. How handsome!
I am usually optimistic and cheerful, and my heart is always full of happiness. This kind of happiness nourishes myself and my classmates around me. In the process of learning poetry, I found that many poets have suffered misfortune, but they use poetry to express their yearning for a better life in the future. I remember that when the poet Gao Shi sent his pianist Dong away, although he was frustrated at that time, he expressed his lofty aspirations with the optimistic and cheerful attitude of "Mochow has no confidant in the future, and no one in the world knows you". Poetry gives me joy in life!
I like poetry because it brings me infinite happiness and reverie. This is the back garden where I rest. Every time I read poetry, I am immersed in the world of poetry, and historical figures appear in front of me. Zhuge Liang was originally Ye Fu, because he had the determination to do his best and die, so he went out of Qishan six times; The wooden elephant cleverly returned Sima, and Zhou Yu, who was resourceful and witty, was anxious to capture Meng Huo alive. These historical figures have made great contributions to Shu. Poetry gives me the energy to learn!
This is me, an optimistic and cheerful boy who loves poetry. Do you like me?
Love poem "Jingle Bell" Essay 5 The bell rang and the day's study was over.
"selling vegetables!" I'm on my way to school. Suddenly, I heard the cries of vicissitudes of life. I looked inside and saw an old woman sitting on the ground, hunched over, trying to sell vegetables, but there was no customer for a long time.
Looking at the old woman's crooked figure, I suddenly felt sympathy and immediately stepped forward and asked, "Grandma, I miss all the dishes!" "
"Oh, no, thirty or thirty dollars." Grandma, look, I'm still a child. First, she rejected me many times. After some hesitation, she gave me another number.
I took out my pocket, and sure enough, the two "bags" were empty, so I rushed home nonstop, determined to chip in to help grandma.
"Mom, lend me 30 yuan!" As soon as I stepped into the house, I shouted.
My mother gave me a suspicious look and asked, "What's the use?"
Suddenly, I froze in place: if I tell the truth, will my mother call me nosy? Next, it must be a scolding! But if I don't say why, my mother will definitely ask this question in the end. This ... just when I was fascinated, my mother asked me, "What are you thinking?"
I was so confused that I made up a lie. "Go and buy study materials!"
"pa!" Suddenly, my mother showed a bright smile on her face and patted me on the shoulder with a satisfied and gratified expression. "Very promising, I don't mind taking 100!" After that, my mother happily took out a bright red 100 bill and handed it to me.
Nervous, I paused, stretched out my hands to receive the money, and said falteringly, "OK, OK … Thank you, Mom!" " "I feel a little uneasy, as if I were carrying a lively rabbit in my heart, and as if I were carrying an iron block of 100KG. I was very nervous and heavy.
But it was urgent to help grandma. After I got the money, I walked out of the house with heavy steps. Without taking two steps, I felt someone staring at me behind me. I suddenly turned around and saw my mother looking at me with sharp eyes, looking at me up and down like Sherlock Holmes with a puzzled face.
"Mom, why ...? "Mother shook her head, waved and motioned for me to go quickly, then turned and entered the house.
In order to prevent my mother from following me, I took out a mirror from my pocket and pretended to look in the mirror while walking, so that I could see if there were "suitors" behind me. It was a smooth journey, but it was "jingle bells!" The sound of the phone gave me another thrill. I turned around at once and saw a black shadow dodging in the crowd.
Who is she? I ran as fast as lightning, but the result was naturally futile, so I had to give myself courage and move forward timidly.
With a little unhappiness, I went through all kinds of hardships and finally came to my grandmother. I squatted down, smoothed out the hundred-dollar bill, handed it to grandma, and said firmly, "I bought it all, grandma, keep the change!" " "
"Wait!" Just as I was about to get up, a familiar voice sounded. Looking back, I gradually shook my eyes in fear. It's mom! I was shocked and my mouth opened into an "O" shape. Knowing the cause and effect, my mother patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said to me, "Give grandma the money quickly, these dishes are enough for our family to eat for several days!" " "Hey, I took a long breath.
White lies may be harmless, but lying is absolutely unacceptable. I'll tell my mother the truth next time. Looking at the wrinkled smile on grandma's face and the approving smile in mom's eyes, I think I have written a poem of love.
The winding river flows slowly and the breeze is singing. In my memory, you held my hand and climbed the mountain full of flowers together.
I like listening to pop songs, watching exciting street dances, and sitting by the window quietly enjoying the classics that have passed through the Millennium.
There is such a record of words and deeds, which is not long, but has 20 articles with more than 11,000 words, but it has had a far-reaching impact in the history of China and deeply shocked me. It's the Analects.
The first time I learned about The Analects of Confucius was under the leadership of my mother. In those days, the sun was shining brightly, shining through the glass window and into the eyes. At that time, the eyes of the stars blinked and blinked, especially in the dark. Every night, my mother accompanied me to carry those "Lian Ben" until I gradually fell asleep. My mother tucked me in and got up and left. I feel this poetic love quietly.
Some things are as bright as sunshine, I said, they used to be; Some stories pass by like birds, and I don't think they will come back. I feel depressed when handing out the report card, but I think "grades" are a mirror that reflects the real me. That's what I do. My heart is in a mess and I feel very uncomfortable. But my mother always told me that stupid birds fly first, as long as they have their own firm beliefs. As Confucius said, "the three armed forces can win the handsome, but ordinary people can't win the ambition." Mom's explanation is that ambition is the main driving force of career. Originally, I was a person who "slipped where I stepped on watermelon skin". But after listening to my mother's words, I will list the things I want to do today on a piece of paper every day, and then finish today's tasks according to this learning "list". I like to put a "√" on the note every time I finish, indicating that I have conquered it. Imagine the tedious and difficult tactics of asking questions about the sea as a game. Can it not be vivid? There is a kind of motivation to push you to continue doing it and turn passivity into initiative. When you conquer everything and win the game, of course, your heart is full of joy. "It's good to learn from time to time!" Thanks to my mother's love, I learned to save myself.
"The dead Ruth! Don't give up day and night. " I am growing up. Adolescent rebellion is the best example of me. At first it was an argument, but later it was unreasonable. Truth finally stood firmly on the mother's side until she quarreled with her mother. She still gnashed her teeth and thought you were the most hateful person in the world, but when she calmed down, she found herself wrong again. Why is the world I once expected a little gloomy? Is it necessary to be a little incomplete for perfection? Confucius said, "According to my parents' words. If you don't follow your own wishes, you don't respect or complain. "Confucius is so filial to his mother, let alone me. My mother often teaches me: "A disciple is filial, and a younger brother is a younger brother. They are sincere and trustworthy, and they love all people. Learn literature if you have spare time. "Mom, my daughter will" save three times a day and be unfaithful to others? "Making friends is not credible? Can't you learn? " Thanks to my mother's love, I learned the first.
My mother accompanied me to read the Analects of Confucius, which made me know that "a gentleman is not strong if he is not heavy, and his knowledge is not solid." Lord is faithful. A man without friends is worse than himself. Don't change it after it. "This is the principle of life; Let me understand that "learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous." " "; Look at a person's "father is there, look at his will; When my father is away, observing his actions and not changing with my father for three years can be described as filial piety. " Progress with my mother, I enjoy the poetic love my mother gave me.
Love in The Analects of Confucius is poetic love, the thread of a kite, the root of fallen leaves, a shelter from the wind and an eternal beacon light.
Birds have a warm home, flowers have a beautiful home, fish have a quiet home, life belongs to their own home, and I also have a special home where I can hear laughter every day.
My father is a cheerful, humorous, ruddy and strong fat man, but he is a famous "smelly foot fairy" in our family! So he has to wash his feet every day when he comes home, or he will be beaten out of the water by his mother's "Xiangxiang Boxing". One day, the night was dim, and my father had just come home from overtime, and his shoes and socks were lying on the sofa in the corner. Today happened to be my smelly foot examination day, and my mother almost fainted as soon as she came in. I saw my mother holding her nose, frowning, holding her breath and walking towards my father. I saw my dad lying on the sofa leisurely, watching TV with peace of mind, as if he didn't feel smelly at all. Mom didn't get angry, but put out her usual trademark action-holding up the "fragrant fist" with her right hand and singing a poem: "If you don't wash your feet for a day, the stench will float ten miles." Better than Hong Qigong, better than the living Buddha. "Dad listened to his mother's poem, and a fat man weighing nearly 200 pounds instantly jumped up from the sofa and gently wrote a poem:" Lying on the sofa should not drag shoes and socks. "A-mei can't get rid of it. Wash her feet quickly." Then I'll get the footbath. After listening to their conversation, I suddenly remembered the sentence I just read in the book and adapted it slightly: "Take off your shoes within a hundred miles, and the chicken will fly and the dog will jump;" Take off your shoes within ten miles, and everyone will suffocate; Take off your shoes within a mile and nothing grows. "After hearing what I said, mom and dad immediately laughed their heads off, and I followed!
My mother has short and capable hair. She is the chef in our family. At that time, my mother was cooking braised carp. Dad and I help each other. Dad washes onions and I wash dishes. My mother asked me to bring a spoon. After I handed it to her, I saw that she put two spoonfuls of things in, then smothered with the lid and went out for dinner. I ran first, quickly picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and sent it to my mouth. As soon as I put it in my mouth, it popped out. Look carefully, it turns out that mom put too much sugar, which is why it is so sweet. Well, pay attention to the first taste next time! Dad had a panoramic view of this scene, and he also wrote a poem: "The chef pointed at the inch with a horizontal knife, which is really magical." If you don't pay attention to the sugar, your sweet son will want a frying pan. "Dad said, my mother and I giggled while holding the wall.
As a member of the family, of course, there are times when it is funny. I once looked for a math exercise book at school. I searched all over the desk hole and schoolbag, but I couldn't find a shadow. After school, I hurried home and rummaged through the cupboard but still couldn't find it. I thought, it's over, it's over, and now I have to copy it again! God, earth, who let me always forget things! I was talking to myself when I suddenly found my math exercise book lying on the table in the living room! After mom and dad knew it, they teased: "Touch the back of your head today, and I forgot all about yesterday. Anyway, I can't do anything, and I lost the first place! " I laughed and thought, "well, I have trouble sometimes!" " "
My home is full of poetry, laughter and love. Mom and dad love me, and I love my mom and dad. Where there are parents, there is home!
Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, that cute little boy with squinting eyes has become a memory. I changed from an ignorant freshman to a fifth-grade student. In the eyes of senior one and senior two students, I am already a big brother student. In the past five years, every bit of primary school study and life is vivid, and teachers' selfless love can often be felt. They taught me to form good study habits; They let me learn a lot of knowledge; They taught me how to distinguish right from wrong; They also taught me to be grateful. Spring has come, winter has come, and I have bathed and grown up in such love. These loves are like a poem that will never be forgotten, giving people strength and guidance, thanking me for having such love and tasting such poems.
In these deep teachers' love, I will never forget Mr. Zhu, the head teacher in grade one to grade three. Teacher Zhu is a teacher with strict teaching, strict management, serious work, love of education and care for students. From freshman year, Mr. Zhu devoted a lot of efforts to our study and class management. Nearly 50 years old, her hair is gray and her hoarse voice is often exhausted. However, even so, in order to cultivate good study habits, she always meticulously approves her homework, communicates with us in time when she finds any problems in her homework, and then communicates with her parents to solve the problems together. Sometimes it's late. When I walked past Mr. Zhu's office, I could still see Mr. Zhu busy correcting homework in the office. Occasionally, she would look up and say hello to me. This time, I can always see her tired face and bloodshot eyes. My heart is always filled with emotion: for the progress of our study, Mr. Zhu took pains to give us a batch of homework. In order to make us get good grades at the end of the term, regardless of her health, she insisted on reviewing carefully for us and explaining important knowledge to us. But what about us? Still complaining about too much homework and too hard …
In my eyes, Mr. Zhu is a very strict teacher. Besides her strict reputation, I think she is a teacher who cares about her students very much and has a motherly love. It was a trip organized by the school. When I was visiting Huanglong Scenic Area, the weather suddenly changed and it began to rain. On the Huanglong Mountain at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters, the wind and rain mixed, and the whole top of the mountain became cold. God didn't pity me because I was a first-year student. Because of my thin clothes, many places on my body were wet by the rain. I was shivering with cold and my lips were purple. Teacher Zhu said to me, "Yang, take off my sweater for you." So Mr. Zhu took off his sweater and put it on me. I put on my teacher's sweater shyly and immediately warmed up. But Mr. Zhu's clothes became thinner ... because of the teacher's sweater, I successfully walked down the mountain, and this concern will always be remembered in my heart. It makes me understand that this is simple teacher love, which awakens the best teacher-student relationship in the world.
I believe that this kind of teacher love is manifested every day in our three primary schools. Many teachers are as ordinary and simple as Mr. Zhu and love education. They bring us knowledge and give us the best care and education with their unique love in the post of teachers. So how many such teachers' love are worth pursuing and how many such poems are waiting for us to taste in the days and nights of three primary schools for thirty years? Let's learn to be grateful and taste!
On a quiet night, the north wind is blowing, and the moon shines his dim light on the earth ... There is still a ray of light shining in the humble hut.
Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him early tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to take the exam. Thought of here, his eyes could not help but shed hot tears.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao saw her old mother sewing that shabby cotton-padded coat for him with rough hands, and her thick maternal love moistened his heart.
The north wind is still whistling, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering with cold, and her fingers were stiff with cold, like red carrots. She put down her needle and thread, put her hands together on her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's tears poured out again. He really wants to rush up and hug her mother to keep her warm.
The relentless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the lights swayed from side to side. The faint flame couldn't stand the cold wind and went out with a bang. Mother sighed and picked up the flint in the dark. Bang, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes. However, the relentless wind hit the hut again and again, and her mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it. ......
Looking at her mother's back, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a little thing that happened in her childhood. One day, Mr. Wang offered to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was too poor to even care about life, let alone buy a book. He didn't tell his mother. But it still blew into my mother's ear like the wind. Soon, my mother took a brand-new book to Meng Jiao. It turns out that my mother pawned her only dowry. ......
Mother is still mending clothes under the oil lamp. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozed like a pearl. My mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked, and then continued to make up as if nothing had happened. See here, Meng Jiao's nose is sour, tears can't help anymore, like a spring water pouring down, wet the pillow.
The moon put away the last ray of sunshine and the sun rose. When I came to the yard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and reluctantly said, "Son, you must come back early!" "
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again. Mother is like the sunshine in spring, shining on the tender grass. Her great love will accompany him through the storm, towards the distant.
Looking at the mother waving in the distance, a little poem flows in Meng Jiao's heart:
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Love Poetry Composition 10 Exquisite poems and songs, legendary and tortuous life experiences described in the poems, familiar and unfamiliar names and exciting classic sentences all accompany me from learning to speak English, from reciting poems to understanding poems, and now trying to write poems by myself, from toddler to slim now.
Learn poetry from an early age
In March, the peach blossoms opened, the grass poked out its green head, the willow drew out its yellow shoots and buds, and the swallows chattered and sang. When I was five years old, I sat on the lawn and looked at clusters of peach blossoms, with a smile on my lips. "Peach is full of rain, willow green is more smoky." My mother squinted and sang a poem, sitting side by side with me on the grass. "Peach is rainy, and willow green belt welcomes smoke, right?" I can't help singing poems with my mother. "Yes, peach blossoms are pink and willow leaves are green. Look! " My mother pointed to the peach blossom willow not far away and explained it to me. At that time, although I didn't know what poems were, I looked at them in harmony. In my little heart, this poem is the spring of my hometown.
Recite poems when I was young.
In my memory, my mother read a poem, and I always shook my head and took the next sentence. I was quite proud to see my mother happy at that time. Once, my mother took me for a walk on the lawn and touched the soft grass. I almost blurted out: "the boundless grass on the grassland comes and goes with each season." My mother gave me an admiring look. The grass in my hometown only gave me a tenacious impression. At that time, I was still young. I didn't know that I loved my hometown and its scenery deeply.
Now write a poem.
In the past, I only knew how to recite and understand poetry, and now I can write poetry. Not long ago, I read a sentence, "The lotus flowers are sunny in spring rain, and the reed pipes are blowing grass." Without thinking, I blurted out: "When I come back with guns, birds sing in the spring and the reed flute rewards peach blossoms." That heartfelt feeling left a deep impression on me.
The poet Holderlin once said: People should live poetically on the earth. The beauty in my life has something to do with poetry and the poetic life in my hometown.
I love poetry, I love my hometown, and I thank my hometown for giving me all the beauty and giving me a poetic life!