I always feel that you are a stack of pages, but why do you always map all the customs in the world?
I always thought you were a few drops of lead ink, but why can you always reveal the joys and sorrows of ancient and modern times?
I always think that you are the idea of a few idle people after dinner, but why can you always prove the foresight?
Book, I am fortunate to have been attached to you since I was a child, accompanied by teenagers, and I am willing to continue this agreement between me and you until the end of time.
From the little match girl to the ugly duckling, from Snow White to the daughter of the sea, colorful fairy tales formed the cornerstone of my childhood world, and I gradually became convinced that the world was beautiful, just and full of songs and smiles. This gives me the courage to believe in a beautiful future and the confidence to pursue a colorful future.
At this time, I was accompanied by the ancient treasures of China, and I was sincerely impressed by the rich emotions and wonderful imagination of the ancients.
"Young people don't work hard, but the elderly are sad." Persuade people to be diligent and cherish time, and be sincere in every word.
"Goose goose, Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. " In a few words, Luo touched the beauty of the white goose.
"Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." Sanggan is actually an ordinary saying of Li Taibai since ancient times.
The most wonderful thing is "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge": "On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps on fire. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, passenger ships are ringing at midnight. " Many high school scholars have long been weathered in the dust of history, but Zhang Jiping, the only one who failed the list, is immortal.
In this way, in the colorful reverie, in the sound of Lang Lang's poems and books, I stepped into a teenager.
Although a considerable part of the time is occupied by rigorous and monotonous academic books, the charm of books has not diminished. That is, like "a world in a flower, a paradise in a sand", walking slowly along the book and blending into a corner will naturally be a world!
I got to know Yu Pingbo and Zhu Ziqing, Liang Shiqiu and Qu Qiubai, and fell in love with Lu Xun and Xu Zhimo ... This is not only a contest between wise men, but also my inner choice. I sometimes try to motivate myself and want to be the first in the world; Sometimes I sing softly and chew the elegant running water. Those seemingly abstract feelings in the past suddenly became vivid and sensible, and became my own inseparable mental organ. On the night of March 5, I drank wine in the moonlight; In early spring, bring some flowers to accompany the Spring Festival! "Poetry is also sentimental, and literature is also me", and the small mind is no longer small, but richer and more sophisticated; The thin figure carries a load, brewing a world full of imagination and creation!
Perhaps after the agitation, it will eventually return to calm, as if all flowers and trees can be understood by the sword. Now I prefer to smell the book with a normal heart. And more familiar books are also creating a realm full of charm for me, like a famous piano that has been played for a long time, a brush, and those black and yellow pages, soaked with their own sweat, filled with shredded paper, filled with annotated handwriting, and also hiding my years and months, accumulating a tacit charm!
Because of this charm, everything in the book really melted into my blood, which made me understand that people should abide by and take responsibility; At the same time, we must persist and pursue something. I choose to "get rid of the false reputation and be pragmatic", make contributions to others, make myself gain something, and shine in my post! Just like Master Feng Youlan said, "Aim at your duty"!
Take a bunch of flowers and go to the world of incense; Embrace the sunshine and the world. I think, I am destined to stick to the agreement with the poetry book and walk with it all the way; We must also advance in our own work and live in harmony with it. Books can create and change a person, and a person can also create and change a world!
Second,
Among the vast literature works, the most classic is poetry, which is the crystallization of the essence of China culture and an eternal star in the long river of literature works. Just like a simple and luxurious blue-and-white porcelain, this indigo is condensed with short words, and it is a quaint style that crosses the long river of time. Poetry is beautiful music, with singing voice and touching melody; Poetry is a gorgeous picture, slowly unfolding, with a thick ink fragrance; Poetry is an immortal legend, passed down from generation to generation and become an eternal classic.
I grew up in the ink of poetry, and my family also likes poetry. In this way, poetry deeply took root in my childhood, and simple and clean flowers quietly opened with my growth.
Dad is the person who loves me the most, and his company with me is the flying flower of poetry. According to his memory, when I was two years old, I started a story with poetry and started my vision and imagination of another world.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house in the country. The sky there was blue, the white clouds were white, the ears of wheat in the field were golden, and everything was harmonious and healthy. There are many artistic conceptions that peers can't get.
I still remember my first contact with poetry, which is still fresh in my mind. Occasionally, I walked hand in hand with my father on my way home in the country, and suddenly I saw a few leisurely big white geese in the pond, probably raised by my neighbors! Feathers are covered with snow-white feathers, and their necks stand high. They keep calling: "Ga-ga-". Their voices were hoarse and happy. They played happily and broke duckweed unconsciously in the water. Crisp green rippled with the water lines, and the big white goose played happily and cried. My eyes looked curiously at these happy angels, and my father was happy to see me intoxicated. Then, they shouted loudly: "Goose, Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm stirring clear waves". This is a poem written by our ancestor Luo when he was four years old. It's called "singing geese". What he saw at that time, like what you saw, was a big white goose in the water. I looked at them with ecstasy, and unconsciously vaguely read: "Goose, Goose, Xiang Tiange ..." This artistic conception coincides with the poem, so this poem has become the most precious treasure.
I don't know why, but the sunset in the poem has a special liking for me. Perhaps the memory of the country doomed my love for the sunset in the poem. Every evening, silence becomes my paradise. I sat quietly on the firewood pile and looked at the west. It is a huge sunset that casts a layer of excitement or sadness on my inner world. "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." I have felt the disappointment of Li Shangyin and the flight of time. "Birds are singing in gu cun, and the sunset is red in the village." I feel very quiet and carefree, and that yearning has been brewing in my heart for a long time.
From this poem, I read the concern that "she sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late"; From the poem, I read the harvest of "planting a millet in spring and harvesting 10 thousand seeds in autumn"; From the poem, I read the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; From the poem, I read the pleasure of "appreciating strange articles and analyzing doubtful points" ...
In poetry, there are ups and downs, joys and sorrows. It is a dusty history and a crystallization of wisdom. Let's read and listen attentively.
Third,
Black moss grows on the mottled wall tiles because of humidity, and a poem is engraved on the smooth wall tiles, with flying and powerful words: the sword edge comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. Although time has left traces around, the brilliance of this poem has not faded at all. Just like the poem I love, no matter how long it takes, the feelings contained in the poem will not disappear, such as an altar of wine, which will become more and more pure.
Poetry flourished in the Tang Dynasty and Ci flourished in the Song Dynasty, which is the inherent title of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Both Tang and Song Dynasties were extremely developed dynasties. Only when the economy is developed, will there be a group of approvers who lament the society, the beautiful scenery, the history, or cynicism, attack the disadvantages of the times, or impassioned and inspiring. Perhaps some people left poems in the heyday of the dynasty, and left praises for a better life in the bustling times. Looking at the imperial city, which is "absolutely better than a willow tree", he sat on the second floor of the pub, drank a glass of wine and wrote a poem. Perhaps some people left poems when the dynasty declined, leaving helplessness in front of a dilapidated ruin. In the end, "people are thinner than yellow flowers" and cannot be complete. Sick parents, babies to be fed, dilapidated huts, and wars from time to time all lament the grief and helplessness of national subjugation. Maybe someone left a poem at parting, and Cumin wandered in a foreign land. When festivals come, there is always less joy and more loneliness. "Cornus officinalis is short of one person everywhere", when can it be "a thousand miles away * * * Chanjuan", "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking back, and suddenly thinking of home" can be realized, and only homesickness and homesickness tears can be integrated into the text. Words from ancient times, as if through time and space, convey the feelings of poets and poets to us. I love the faint sadness, the glory of the prosperous times, and the ancient poems that touch people's tears. Wandering in ancient poetry, I feel that I am having a spiritual gathering with poets and poets.
An ancient poem can't be translated in other languages, and if it is barely translated, it won't have that magical charm. China's traditional things are irreplaceable and cannot be lost. Because the ancient poems not only contain the beauty of human nature, but also the democratic spirit and national soul crystallized in China's 5,000-year civilization. "No one has died in life since ancient times, so cultivate the mind and take a look at history", "drunk watching the sword, dreaming back to camp". In the face of forced invasion, the spirit of serving the motherland with lofty aspirations, integrity, bravery and perseverance is not the weapon for our Chinese nation to stand on the top of the world forever. When you are faced with the historical sites attacked by war, will you think of the "war in the sky" in history and savor the lofty aspirations of that era in the poems left by the poet? When you read these poems, read them carefully in the iron horse of Jin Ge, and you will feel the shock from the bottom of your heart. I love poetry, and I love this ancient poetry with flesh and blood.
Beautiful scenery is picturesque and poetic, and you can also find all kinds of beautiful scenery on earth in ancient poems. There is a cheerful and charming summer day when "Xiao He has just emerged", and there is also an ethereal and distant winter rhyme of "an old man fishing in the cold river-snow". Perhaps history took away the beauty of poetry and painting in those days, but what poetry left behind will not be taken away by history. The faint fragrance of flowers is like a picture scroll, and the deep human feelings are like a piece of music. My heart moves with the scene, reading these ancient poems, and I feel like I am flying. I love poetry, these picturesque ancient poems.
A glass of sake is swirling in the tunnel of history, and this glass of sake is an ancient poem. The more you drink it, the more fragrant it becomes.
I like ancient poems.
Fourth,
It is raining in Mao Mao. I love sitting alone by the window, making a cup of tea, holding a book of poems, and enjoying the endless joy brought by ancient poetry under the orange light.
Poems sung through the ages are full of my yearning! I feel Su Shi's generosity again and again; Li Bai's generosity, appreciation of Li Qingzhao's graceful, solemn and graceful place, intoxicated by Wang Wei's pastoral feelings and Xin Qiji's romantic fantasy. ......
All this makes me crazy. On a sunny spring day, on a fragrant summer day, on a moonlit and sunny autumn night, and in a winter wrapped in silver, I savored with my heart and accepted another realm and another thought brought by poetry with emotion.
Like a trickle, like a faint mist, those beautiful and elegant poems will always pass through my mind and linger in my mind. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud-I am intoxicated by the freshness of early spring, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different way-I am intoxicated by the splendor of midsummer. On the third night of September, it looks like a pearl, like a moon and like a bow.
Three sighs, stirring, strong and fierce horn sound, sonorous and powerful, those desolate and tragic poems with philosophy will always shake my soul and leave an indelible impression in my heart. "Xing, people suffer, death, people suffer." I read the desolation and tragic of the feudal doctor "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", and I read the open-minded minds of predecessors; "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, and I am moved by the poet's impassioned patriotic feelings." "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." I was moved by the homesickness of the wanderer. "Young people will be sad if they don't work hard", such as the encouragement of a tutor, inspired me to work harder and be more creative. ......
One song after another, one after another, such as magical notes, such as lovely elves, give me extraordinary enjoyment, and I can't get rid of my love for them. Ah, it feels good to be intoxicated with endless feelings, interests and reasons in poetry!
Five,
Walking in the world of ancient poetry is like walking in the world of beauty. —— Inscription Walking in the world of poetry, watching a story of sinking fish and falling geese, picking a flower with love and hate, and composing a beautiful song ... The beauty of the wind, flowers, snow and moon "flowers bloom all over the sky, the red disappears and the fragrance is broken. Who has compassion? " Falling flowers, buried all over the ground; Tie Xuan clank, broken three thousand chi bound. The only thing that makes people feel helpless is this love affair and lovesickness. "I've known her for a long time, and I've broken up for a long time. The east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming." Every love is a heartbeat in an instant, and every parting is an unexpected dream. The romantic love in the poem is the most beautiful encounter, but it's a pity that "the carved jade fence should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it". How can this smell of "cutting without stopping" be a sad word? I seem to see you in The Beauty of Loyalty and Righteousness-Wen Tianxiang. The sigh of "who has never died in life since ancient times, leaving a heart to shine in history" reverberates throughout loneliness. It is the shame of national subjugation, the shame of being captured and the shame of losing one's family. What I see is your loyalty. Bury! Let the withered flowers go with them and cover them! Give them a complete home; Fight! Cold enemies, let them kill! Give them a perfect interpretation; Swear! A thousand-year-old road can't solve your thousand-year-old sufferings, die! Countless soldiers put all their eggs in one basket and fight here! "A misty rain is a lifetime, a flying snow." Poor winter wind can't hide your great ambition. In the world of ancient poetry, I seem to see you again-Su Shi. You used your noble feelings to send out the feeling that "it's too cold at the top". Yes, in official career, how many are real sages? People in high places are a little more sad. But you sang such an atmospheric sentence-"live in the yellow city, stay in the wind", which impressed me deeply with the beauty of your personality. The sword and halberd were hoarse, and Enemy at the Gates was half full of smoke. In a trance, I saw your battle on the battlefield, and I saw your feelings for national subjugation-"When will the shame of Jingkang, the hatred of courtiers, be extinguished?" I am deeply impressed by your loyalty to the liver, righteousness and bravery. "The beautiful talents who had to leave Bolt and me since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. " Li Bai, I have seen your rough life. Indeed, "but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, we raise our glasses to eliminate our worries." I see your helplessness and desolation. Walking in the world of poetry is like walking in the world of beauty. You-a poem, a smile, a beautiful city; Laugh again and pour the country.