Poetry grows with me 1 In everyone's long life, there are always some things that bring you different streams. Some people love painting and calligraphy, others are obsessed with phonology, and in my life journey, only poems and songs accompanied me to grow up and gave me great influence.
Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my innocence as a child, lying on my back in front of the desk with such a bright line at the foot of the bed, suspecting that there was frost on the ground. Yes, I have been exposed to poetry since I was very young, a wonderful and novel thing. And he never gave up, always rippling in the long river of my life, always growing with me.
When I was a child, I read Wang's "Goose Fu" and felt that I was at least in the spring when the river thawed and the spring water rose. The white goose plays in the spring scenery above the flowing water and becomes a king, enjoying the beautiful scenery of early spring with white hair falling and green water and red palms clearing the waves. Poetry first entered my world.
How can you understand Wang Bona when you read The Farewell of Lieutenant Du to Shu in primary school? What about the deep and heavy parting? But on second thought, Wang Boyuan sent his friends away and said goodbye to them again and again, but his eyes refused to leave for a long time, and his sincere friendship was clearly visible. Poetry is becoming more and more important in my world.
Although there is a lot of homework in junior high school, I still pay attention to reading some poems. Reading Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", I can't help but be shocked by his lofty aspirations. After reading Li Qingzhao's The Fisherman's Pride, I immediately reported to her that I still have a long way to go to learn poetry. Sad by the thoughts and helplessness of worrying about the country and the people; Reading Du Fu's Spring Hope, I can't help feeling sorry that three months after the war and a letter from home are worth a ton of gold. Sad with fear; When I read Wang Wei's Birding Creek, I was really fascinated by the poet's carefree mood and beautiful autumn scenery. In fact, every masterpiece of the ancients gave me different feelings and aesthetics, and poetry became my most sincere friend on the road of growing up, always accompanying me to grow up.
With the continuous growth of age and the continuous accumulation of learning tasks, my extracurricular time will be less and less, but I will not give up reading poems and appreciating words for this reason, because in my life, he has already become an indispensable part and will always grow with me.
At night, the sky was completely dark. In my sleep, I dreamed of returning to Wei and Jin Dynasties, visiting Tang poetry and Song poetry at night, reading and singing Yuan songs, slowly appreciating Qing literature, and growing up with time and poetry!
Poetry grows with me. Composition 2 Since I watched the Chinese Poetry Conference for three consecutive seasons, I have been infected by poetry and become attached to it. At the poetry conference, those contestants' love and pursuit of poetry deeply touched me and cultivated my feelings.
Poetry depicts beautiful scenery.
Show me the picturesque scenery from ancient poems. Singing a poem by the Qing Dynasty poet Gao Ding, "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke", I seem to be wandering in a sea of flowers and intoxicated in the charming spring; Reading a song by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "The lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus leaves reflect the shadow of the sun in a different color", it feels like the wind blowing from the lotus pond in summer; Reading a poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Stop and sit and love the late maple forest, and the frost leaves are red in February", I seem to enjoy picking red leaves in the maple forest picked on the mountain; Reciting a frontier poet Cen Can's "Spring Breeze at Night Blows Ten Thousand Pears", I feel like walking in the snow, enjoying a pure color scenery, and snowflakes are falling quietly. ...
Poetry, beauty!
Poetry contains philosophy.
Poetry always contains profound philosophy. Zhu's "Asked Channels" is so clear that we should be educated to keep learning new knowledge and gain true knowledge. Su Shi's "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain" explains to us the truth that "the authorities are fascinated and the bystanders are clear"; Lu You's "superficial knowledge on paper, but in fact nothing." It also tells us that we can't just base ourselves on books, but practice is also extremely important. Be a person who combines reading with practice. ...
Poetry after poem, truth after truth.
Sentimental thoughts in poetry
In poetry, there are always various emotions entrusted to the poet. What kind of melancholy is Yi 'an layman's "Don't worry, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"? People are thinner than chrysanthemums, it must be because of her yearning for her husband; Nalan Rong Ruo's "A generation of two couples, fighting for two fascinating places" is congenial, but it is a longing and sigh for love; Li Taibai's "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered my home". Even though the moonlight is so soft, the intention of my hometown under the moon is more desirable; Lu Fangweng's "Wang Shibei celebrates the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice will never be forgotten" is not only his last wish for his children, but also his love for the boxing of the motherland. ...
Poetry, feelings.
Poetry, full of charm and long feelings, grows with me!
Poetry grows with me. Poetry, like bundles of flowers, brings me warmth. Poetry, like the afternoon breeze, makes me feel relaxed; Poetry, more like a mentor, has taught me many lessons. Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I saw many shining things, that is, human wisdom. I reached out and picked up many beautiful words in the poem.
"Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing, the white hair is floating with green water, and the red palm is stirring the waves." The endless sky, crystal clear streams, flaming palms and flawless white feathers brought me into a beautiful picture. I seem to see geese swimming freely on the water in front of my hometown. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded? " The whisper of nature makes me curious about its mystery. I grew up with childhood fantasies in my immature childhood.
Went to primary school. Reading Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, I seem to see an old mother sitting at the window in the sunset, sewing clothes stitch by stitch, her eyes full of love and expectation. I read the affection from it, and also planted the seeds of gratitude in my young mind. Gong Zizhen "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud is more protective." I know the beauty of dedication. Read Wang Bo's, however, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. I learned the value of friendship. Read Wen Tianxiang's "Who has not died in life since ancient times? Learn the history of mental reflection". Let me understand that there are more important things for us to show besides life.
In the sixth grade of primary school, there are more and more ancient poems that can be recited. Seeing the lotus flowers in the lake, I chanted, "The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun." Seeing the beautiful West Lake, I recited: "To compare the West Lake with the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate." When I saw the waterfall, I read, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." ……
In the ocean of poetry, I hold hands with poets and talk to the world. Let's wander in the garden of poetry, make life full of poetry, and let poetry accompany us all our lives!
Poetry grows with me. The composition is like a song after four years, and the time is like running water. Looking at the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I hope the Song Dynasty will prosper. How many spring flowers have become autumn moon, sunrise and sunset in Guang Xiao. History is like an ordinary piece of paper, and poetry is like a pen and ink, which grows with me. ...
Ancient poetry has a history of five thousand years. Since ancient times, many great poets have emerged, such as Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Du Fu. They are cultural treasures left by our ancestors, with beautiful words and rich connotations. It is catchy to read and has a long aftertaste, which has influenced several generations of our Chinese nation.
Stepping into the primary school campus, my mother bought me a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. I couldn't wait to open it and came into contact with the first poem, Ode to a Goose. Naive children read "White Goose" written by the poet Luo: white hair floats green water, and red palm stirs clear waves.
Gradually, with the growth of age, more and more ancient poems are recited. Tang poetry, Song ci and Yuan Qu ... understand that "a teenager is easy to get old, and an inch of time cannot be light". We should cherish time and don't waste it. Only by studying hard early with our "black hair" will we not regret being late and "feel sorry for the boss" when we reach "Whitehead". Faced with a lot of homework every day, I never look forward to tomorrow, because "if I stay in the Ming Dynasty, something will happen in the Ming Dynasty."
On the road of pursuing truth, the road ahead is still long, but I will persevere and spare no effort to pursue and explore. As the saying goes, "The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down."
Poetry brings us happiness; Poetry brings us rich knowledge; Poetry brings us eternal green hills! I love poetry, thank you for growing up with me!
Poetry grew with me. When I was 5 years old, I was just a wild child catching loach in the rural fields, and I was even more ignorant and naughty. My parents raised me day by day. Every year, every month, every morning; Time flies like an arrow. In a blink of an eye, I have reached the age of going to school. When I got to school, I spent all day in the school book bar. I grew up with books. At this moment, I still clearly remember that once I dug out a thick book of poems from the bookcase, which was impressively printed with Tagore's motto: "Please come and enjoy this book of poems, which will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in infinite emptiness." I only took one look at him and pulled him down hungrily. Since then, Tagore has been like a tour guide, guiding me to swim in the ocean of poetry. From then on, I fell in love with reading poetry, just like being obsessed with colorful fields, and there are poems everywhere in my life. Naive children's songs and simple folk songs often haunt my ears. I am attracted by sunny poems. In reading poems, I got to know "Li Bai, who is optimistic and bold, Du Fu, who is deep and melancholy, and Li Qingzhao, who is graceful and restrained ..." They all showed me the charm of poems in their own different styles. Slowly, I realized the mystery of poetry; I made friends with King Robin and enjoyed the beauty of the animal world. Gradually, I think I have fallen in love with poetry. Poetry captures my heart all the time with its transparent means, singing that touching song and making me intoxicated. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng's vision of "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; In the next class, I read aloud and entered the realm of "lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are sweet in Hetian". Let me understand what Tagore said: "Like a happy bird, fly freely in infinite emptiness."
I still clearly remember when I was a child: I read poems and recited poems just for fun. Until now, I can imagine a beautiful picture in the key poems: whenever I read "Flying Down thousands of feet", I want to see if the waterfall is that long, but my parents won't let me go. So, I want to find a dangerous building that "hands can pick the sun, the moon and the stars" and see if I can pick the stars. If there is, I must pick some back as a collection! Whenever I say such childish and helpless words to my parents, they always pull me back from my dream with a smile. "These things are actually impossible." I was very depressed when I heard these words.
Life is full of poems. Naive children's songs and simple folk songs often haunt my ears. I am often addicted to poetry. That poem is a butterfly, leading me into the vast ocean of poetry; Those poems are like tiny fireflies, emitting fragile light and shining on my growth path. Yes, poetry, like our parents, always grows with us.
Poetry grows with me. Poetry is a road of civilization in human history, a friend on my way of growing up, and a shining star in the night sky, and that …
When I was a child, under the guidance of the kindergarten teacher, I read Goose, Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange, which was the first time I came into contact with poetry and read it. It was only in primary school that we really realized the charm of poetry. From "The shimmer at the foot of my bed is so bright, will it have frost?" From the author's yearning, to the beautiful scenery of "parking in the maple forest late, frosty leaves are red in February", to the persistence of "falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud to protect flowers better", and finally to the silence of "people are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty"
Later, under the guidance of the teacher, we learned to understand and write poems. Although our writing is still a little rusty, we have made extra efforts. Since then, we have set up a writing class, which is very interesting. "Jing Tian Sha Qiu" makes us addicted, and every sentence is so intoxicating. Under our pens, we also began to smile. How distinctive "Spring Water Stars" is! The charm of poetry is something we always trust and admire.
Poetry, a cultural heritage, a cultural road, the most shining star in a culture that never dies.
Poetry grew with me. When I was young, when I was just learning English through my teeth, my mother was reading poetry by my side. That's when I fell in love with poetry.
When I first went to kindergarten, the kindergarten teacher sometimes read a few ancient poems after class. I sometimes stayed next to the teacher and said a few poems gradually, but I only knew how to say this poem and didn't know the meaning of words and poems at all. But when guests come to our house, my parents always ask me to recite some poems, but at that time, my teeth were irregular and I missed a little. Now I want to laugh when I think about it.
Sometimes I don't understand the meaning of poetry, and my father will tell me the meaning of poetry at a specific time and place. For example, on a full moon night, let's talk about Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night. Tell me under what circumstances the author wrote this poem at that time, and then tell me the meaning. I nodded puzzled and said "Oh".
Dad sometimes tests me, so I pretend to say a few words of the poet, but they are basically wrong. Dad will pretend to be angry and want to hit me, but he will still bear to explain the meaning of this poem to me again so that I can understand it basically.
Thanks to my father's test, I won a sigh of relief for our class in the school's China Poetry Competition in the third grade of primary school and got a lot of points. Our class is naturally the first, and my personal grades are naturally the first.
Thank you for growing up with me; Thank you for the pleasure poetry brings me; Thank you for your poem, which gives our class a sigh of relief!
Poetry grows with me. Composition 8 Every footprint of my growth is printed with traces of the piano, and the melodious sound of the piano has accompanied me through nine spring, summer, autumn and winter. Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
When I was young, I hated the piano
Time goes by, time goes back, and I seem to be a child again. At that time, I was fascinated by the motorized Altman and thought the piano was a monster with a big mouth because it had strong resistance. So every time my mother asks me to practice the piano, I either play dumb or ignore it. But my mother, who wants to be a successful child, makes me practice for at least 2 hours at a time. If I don't play well, my mother will either hit my hand with a ruler or punish me for thinking. I hate the piano more and more, and often feel that I can play happily without it.
I like piano when I grow up.
Time flies, time flies, I have grown from a unkempt child to a slim girl. Knowledge and experience are gradually increasing, and the mind is getting richer and richer. At this time, the piano is like my bosom friend, and I can hear the secrets hidden in my heart.
When I don't do well in the exam, I will flick the keys and pop up Wang's Blue Flower to express my melancholy. When I get some achievements, I will play Chu's days in the liberated areas to express my pride. The sound of the piano sometimes flows like a mountain stream, which makes me intoxicated and unable to extricate myself; Sometimes it's like the Yellow River pouring down in the fierce flood season, which makes me energetic and energetic.
So the piano has become my good friend, and I like it more and more because it gives me heartfelt comfort.
Love the piano during the competition.
A few years later, I got an impressive grade of piano grade 10 and was sent to other provinces to participate in the competition.
At that moment, I seemed to be the focus of the spotlight, and all eyes were focused on me. I dragged my lead-filled eyes and walked up. When my hand touched the key, I felt a kind of intimacy with it. It seems that I am inseparable from the piano. The fear, panic and anxiety just now seem to be hidden in an instant, confident and proud together.
At the end of the song, everyone stood up and applauded. I flicked the keys, and my chest was full of love for it.
I am convinced that the piano will always grow with me and go through a long road of human growth.
Poetry grows with me. My ninth birthday is like a breeze.
Take away the innocence of childhood
Welcome talented young people
Do you know who is the author of this poem? That's me-a poetry lover!
One day in senior one, I first saw poetry. At that time, I was reading a collection of essays called "Dou Duo Duo" with relish. In a short essay, I suddenly became interested in one paragraph: this paragraph is not only different from other paragraphs in format, but also unique in content, which gives me a feeling of skimming. When I got home, I asked my mother to get to the bottom of it before I knew it was a poem. Since then, I have embarked on a journey of "pursuing" poetry.
Since then, I "frantically" read poetry, recited poetry, and even copied poetry, gradually narrowing the distance with poetry. Once, when I was copying poems, I was surprised to find that I could make up several poems involuntarily. Is this what the ancients said, "You can sing three hundred Tang poems without knowing how to write them"? However, I soon found out that my meaning was too early. When I opened my notebook again with great interest and prepared to write down the inspiration I had just generated and write a complete poem, I found that the inspiration had completely dried up and I couldn't write a word.
So, I decided to go back to the starting point, continue to explore the "mystery" of poetry, and formed the habit of recording my inner thoughts anytime and anywhere, looking forward to accumulating a lot of money one day. Finally, on that unforgettable day: looking at the birds flying freely outside the window and listening to their crisp and sweet songs, I suddenly had a whim and wrote the first poem in my life, Bird, I want to tell you;
Although the birds are beautiful,
But their lives are short.
From morning till night,
Is adding scenery to nature.
They grew up,
Sending songs to everyone.
Looking back,
I always want to keep birds in cages,
Let them sing for me like slaves.
Bird, bird,
Now that I know,
You love freedom most,
I will treat you as a friend.
Come to me,
Spend a wonderful childhood with me.
With the foreshadowing of the first poem, my desire to write poetry was completely stimulated. When I am happy, I will write poems to express my desire and positive mood. The poem at that time was like this: "The round moon, like a pair of big eyes, blinked in the air and shone with happiness"; I will write a poem when I am sad, but the scale of the poem will fall into the abyss. The poem at that time was like this: "My childhood was full of difficulties somehow, just like a road, there will always be difficulties"; When I am upset, I will write a poem to help me share some anxiety. At that time, the poem became like this: "I am not afraid of difficulties and setbacks, and I am not afraid of the turning point of fate, because I know that these will all pass and a bright road will replace them"; I also write poetry when I am calm, and then poetry becomes mysterious. "The night god is mysterious, insects are singing, birds are singing, and the leaves make a faint sound, as if hiding a huge secret."
Poetry is a part of my life. Poetry, accompany me.
Poetry grows with me. Composition 10 Poetry has a unique charm, elegance and purity. The Chinese nation has a profound tradition of teaching poetry. From "if you don't learn poetry, you have nothing to say" to the prosperous Tang, Ming and Qing Dynasties, poetry can be said to be everywhere. Love poems, reading poems and writing poems have made Chinese descendants bathe in Chinese civilization, and also made our country always known as "the country of poetry". Poetry, as a pearl in the treasure house of literature, will always be a national treasure that China people are proud of.
To me, that is a mysterious and beautiful word, which is another form. I began to understand it from "There is such a bright light at the foot of my bed"-poetry. The picture of reading "300 Tang Poems" in the moonlight is still vivid. ...
Poetry gives me pride-the pure pride of a child, so after school, I have a soft spot for poetry. In Chinese class, as long as I study poetry, I listen most carefully. As I came into contact with more and more poems, I realized that poems don't have to be so neat. It turns out that there are many poets not only in the Tang Dynasty.
Slowly, I also have my own feelings about poetry. I like to feel its concise language beauty in repeated chanting and its implicit artistic conception beauty in imagination. I like the majestic momentum of Li Bai's "flying down three thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way has set for nine days"; The petals of "Du Like Fu" fall like tears, and the lonely bird mourns. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. Like Wen Tianxiang, "Who hasn't died since ancient times? Taking Dan Xin as a history book; I like Yang Wanli's sentence "Flowers are getting more attractive, but shallow grass has no horseshoe".
Yes, flying words in poetry really taught me how to feel. Poetry may be short, but it is always so incisive; Poetry may be euphemistic, but it is always full of truth; Poetry may be difficult to understand, but it is always colorful. Poetry is a small window, through which I see the vast sky and the vast ocean.
Poetry will continue to grow with me!