When I read Confessions with passion, I seemed to feel the patriotic enthusiasm of the author. When I gently hum a poem about my feelings, I am always surrounded by deep melancholy and sadness. Although the language of "Looking at the Moon and Thinking Far away" is simple, it shows me Zhang Jiuling's profound generosity towards life. ...
You let me wander in a poetic situation. Every time Lang Lang reads aloud, it is as wonderful as being there. Look-I just walked through the fence of "the garden can't be closed in spring, and an almond grows in the wall", and I came to the mountain forest after the rain in autumn night to feel the quiet beauty of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream". I feel the poet's happy mood from the beautiful scenery of "burning high candles and shining red makeup"; Also from "the wall breaks the wind to build a house, and the beam falls on the bed", we can see the bleak scene of rural ruin at that time. ...
From you, I not only learned the warning that "a young man doesn't work hard, but an old man is sad", but also learned the truth that "knowing what he knows is knowing, and knowing what he doesn't know is also knowing", and found a learning method that "reviewing the past and learning something new can be a teacher". You have improved my reading comprehension and writing ability, and made me feel the interest and charm of China's classical culture. You became my mentor.
Ancient Poetry Composition 300 Words 2 Ancient Poetry Contest
Eating cool watermelon and enjoying the comfort of sunshine and breeze, they smiled and said to me, "Look, how beautiful summer is and how beautiful summer girl is!" " We are just budding seedlings, thriving in the bright sunshine.
Today, our school checks the recitation of ancient poems in each class. In the morning, the teacher watched us practice for two or three times with a Chinese class. Later, the teacher heard that other classes lined up, and the effect was better, so he quickly lined up for us. Ah, the leader has come to our class, and the students are as upright as a pine. Under the leadership of two presenters, we read aloud. Students who can recite are holding their heads and holding their chests, reciting with deep smiles; Other unfamiliar students who can't recite or recite also lip-synch quietly. It took us seven or eight minutes to finish the reading contest. The leader smiled, which is a compliment to us; The teacher smiled and was satisfied with our performance; Exhausted and panting, we also laughed because we tried to do one thing well.
If you work hard, you will win. I believe our grades will not be bad. We are no longer delicate seedlings, we grow up in the sunshine and rain, and strive to turn ourselves into a big tree!
Since the beginning of school, I have read many classic poems, such as Qingming by Du Mu and Jiang Lun by Li Bai. These ancient poems not only let me appreciate the beauty of classical poetry, but also taught me a lot about being a man.
And my favorite is the richest man's philosophical "Compassion for Farmers". "After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " This poem reflects the irrationality of the feudal social system. When reading this poem, it seems that there is a scene in front of me. The sun is shining. The farmers' uncles are not afraid of hardship, fatigue and heat. They sweat like rain, weeding and plowing hard, and the sweat drops down and drops into the soil.
Who knows that every grain of rice in this dish embodies the painstaking efforts of farmers' uncles! Every grain of rice is hard to come by! In order to let everyone eat delicious rice, the farmer's uncle mowed the grass for the seedlings in the scorching sun. How touching this picture is!
Now that everyone is well off, many people seem to forget that saving is the traditional virtue of this Chinese nation. For example, when I eat in the canteen, I see some students are very picky about food. They eat when it's delicious, but they don't eat when it's not. Always dump food into the trash can. They don't know how to save and cherish food. Their behavior is wrong.
I want to appeal loudly: let's cherish every grain of rice and don't waste food! Let's all take action, starting from saving a grain of rice, starting from the little things around us, and cherish our happy life today with practical actions!
There are four ancient poems with 300 words, which are rhyming symmetrically, catchy and memorable, and people are immersive. Who can't recite an ancient poem or two? Didn't you come with your mouth open?
Classical Chinese is profound and thought-provoking, but it is more difficult than China's ancient poems.
When I was in my mother's belly, she often played ancient poems for me, especially when I was free after giving birth. So when I was two or three years old, I could recite several ancient poems, which laid the foundation for me to learn ancient poems in the future.
The first time I came into contact with ancient Chinese was watching the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which attracted me deeply. Often holding a book for a long time, forgetting time and eating, as if in the Three Kingdoms era.
Ancient poetry and prose are telling the history, culture and truth of our Chinese nation. Their context is high or low, or happy or sad.
There are also many ancient poems praising the spirit.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." What spirit? Hold on! "If birds want to fly high, they should flap their wings first, and people should learn first." What spirit? Thanks a lot! "further fatigue, take a step back." What spirit is this? This is comity!
About ancient poetry, three days and three nights can't be finished. And with the revival of traditional culture, the status of ancient poetry is getting higher and higher. I hope everyone can learn ancient poetry well.
On a quiet night, the poet Zhang Ji looked up at a full moon in front of a small courtyard. The moon in late autumn, cold, pours ice-like Yin Hui from the west, silently overlooking the earth. I can't help feeling deeply when I think that the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days, and people will be reunited.
A gust of autumn wind blew, making Zhang Ji tremble with cold. He went back to the house and took out the cotton-padded jacket that his mother sewed for him before he left. I can't help thinking of my old mother and my long-lost hometown. Deep homesickness deeply troubled him.
I want to write a letter to my family when I pick up a pen, but I can't write it in a thousand words. There's so much to say and know. Zhang Ji finally began to write, enthusiastically telling his feelings of parting with his family. After the letter was written, Zhang Ji's mood was still unsettled for a long time. In his dream, he returned to his hometown and met his elderly mother.
The next day, at sunrise in the east, Zhang Ji couldn't wait to come to the messenger's office and handed the letter to the messenger. And repeatedly told him that he must send the letter home intact. Just as the messenger was about to leave, Zhang Ji, who was uneasy, hurriedly took the letter back from the messenger. Open it carefully and read it carefully over and over again, for fear that I have something unclear. This just carefully handed the letter to the messenger.
The messenger rode across the horse and galloped away. Zhang Ji watched him until he disappeared into the sky.