In daily life or work and study, everyone is familiar with poetry. Poetry is a literary genre that uses highly concise language to vividly express the author's rich emotions, reflects social life and has a certain rhythm and rhythm. In fact, many friends don't know what kind of poetry is good. The following are 8 poems in 6 words, which are for reference only. Let's have a look. Poetry composition 6 words 1
I am a girl who loves poetry, because poetry can adjust my mood and make me change. Recently, I suddenly became keen on the poems of American poet Longfellow, because his poems are simple in language, harmonious in rhythm and lyrical. The anomaly is that his poem "The Courtship of Miris Standish" left a deep impression on me.
I like reading the poems of American poets such as Terman and Dickinson. Whitman's free verse praises the greatness of man and human nature. Dickinson's poems are quite different from Whitman's. Her poems are introspective poems, which discuss some eternal themes instead of the times, such as life and death, soul and body, life and art and feelings, fate and wealth, affection and friendship, dreams and beliefs ... Most of her poems are short, but their philosophies are at their peak. Longfellow's poems have similarities and differences with hers. The same is true: Longfellow does not pursue major themes that reflect the times. Except Song of Slaves, the rest are based on ordinary things and use warm imagination. The difference is that Dickinson's poetry is more profound than Longfellow's, but Longfellow's poetry blends emotion and scenery naturally, which other foreign poets have not done.
I like Longfellow's poems for another reason: his poetic style can be extraordinary and different. In his ode to life and the blacksmith in the village, there is a style of struggle, hard work, conscientious and pragmatic; In his Old Clocks on the Stairs, A House with a Soul, and Drift Wood Burning firewood, there is an elegant and treacherous poetic style. In Ode to the Night and Coming of the Night, there is a light and warm poetic style; In "Arrow and Song" and "Golden Sunset", there is a concise and meaningful poetic style; There is a lively poetic style in Children's Hour. There is a mournful poetic style in The Cross Made of Snow and Smooth Nature. In Houniao, Rainy Day and Snowflake, we can see that the author has created a unique artistic beauty in the fusion of emotion and scenery. The Construction of a Ship can be described as a perfect unity, because the author used many creative techniques. In Lost Youth, the author's lyrical talent is embodied. And in "Andy Miriam", the author turned the classics into magic and portrayed an emotional lyric poem with beautiful artistic conception.
I also learned to write one or two poems in the past, but they were just imitation. I want to learn from their methods of writing poems, and dig up the materials of poems by myself. This is the way I should go. Poetry composition 6 words 2
Since kindergarten, poetry has come into my classroom and my heart. One Tang poem after another, one Song poem after another, let me never tire of reading it and make friends with it. In the sixth grade, many comprehensive practical activities were held by tapping on the door of poetry.
at the beginning of the activity, our group made full preparations. Liang Dong is the best. She is responsible for appreciating poems, and Yang Shiying can surf the Internet at any time, so she is responsible for sorting out information, and I am responsible for collecting poems. Everyone has to write two poems. As soon as I got home, I turned on my mobile phone and looked for it. At first glance, a pile of poems appeared in front of me. I was shocked and thought, "How to choose so many poems?" At this time, my head is big, I am confused, just choose a few songs and send them to Liang Dong Lottery. The next day, Liang Dong brought back a book of poems, Yang Shiying wrote two poems, Chen Haoxuan also wrote two poems, and I brought a big stack of classified poems. Looking at our full preparation, I thought, "I will definitely be on the stage of the speech this time."
As I expected, our group got the opportunity to show. Unfortunately, I have to go to the track and field team for training, so I can't take part in this show. However, with the general Liang Dong, our group still won the second place. Although I can't show it, I have also gained a lot. I learned to write poetry. Before, I wrote poetry like a mountain that I couldn't climb. However, after learning this unit, I not only climbed the high mountain, but also understood that writing a poem was so simple, and that "To the Mouse" was so childlike. The author made the mouse ridiculous and cute, and made it friends with the cat. It was really a childlike poem. I wrote a song "To Dandelion" along with it, and I appreciate you. The light body and snow-white clothes ... This poem, I feel different from before. I learned to write a poem, and it is still so big, and I feel that I am suddenly smarter.
I learned how to sort out poems and help them to be separated. When I searched for information on the Internet, I saw a bunch of poems appeared in front of me, but I didn't know how to divide them. However, after learning the course of comprehensive practice, the teacher taught us how to classify them and how to divide them into Tang poetry, Song poetry and Yuanqu. With the help of a teacher, I easily classified the poems. I divided one hundred poems into three categories and sent them to Liang Dong Shuo for her to help me print.
tapping on the door of poetry gave me a great surprise, made me know endless poems, and made me return home with a full load. The fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. The first fallen leaf was gently carried away by the wind, and the fallen leaf was taken to the field. The fallen leaf fell slightly on the cotton and told it in a small voice: "Cotton, cotton! Autumn is coming, spread your green leaves quickly and take out your fluffy cotton! " The second fallen leaf was also taken away by the wind. It landed in the pine tree's house and told the little squirrel, "Autumn is coming! Autumn is coming! Store food quickly, or there will be nothing to eat during the winter! " The fallen leaves were sent away one by one, repeatedly conveying a message: Autumn is coming! As the saying goes, "the wind blows a leaf, and everything is already in autumn"!
fallen leaves are autumn gifts. "oh! A lot of fallen leaves! " People are talking to each other. The fallen leaves are not very big, but they are colorful, red, green, yellow, yellow with green … all kinds, beautiful and moving. Gently pick up a fallen leaf and put it on your nose, and a hazy smell suddenly spreads all over your body. That vague smell seems to bring us back to childhood and the good old days. Ah! Intoxicated in the forest, looking back is infinitely happy! Step on it gently, and the sound of "click click" comes one after another, which is beautiful and wonderful. A leaf falls on your shoulder, please don't throw it away, put it in a book and let it accompany you to read.
fallen leaves are the most beautiful flowers in autumn. Look! Its bright colors! From a distance, red, yellow and green are linked together, which makes people aftertaste. There are no words to describe this beauty, please feel its charm quietly! "Stop and sit in the love maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." You're right.
fallen leaves are full of affection. In spring, the big tree mother who raised it gave it nutrition. In summer, it was lush and dancing in the wind. When autumn came, it was time to leave. With tears in his eyes, he reluctantly left his mother who raised him in Brother Feng's car. In the wind, he turned left, right, left and right, swayed and floated, "I refused to get off, but I still said I was sorry for my old forest", and finally fell to the ground without a sound.
the fallen leaves are beautiful, and autumn is strong. Please hold the fallen leaves in your palm and hold the beautiful autumn in an instant! Poetry composition 6 words 4
On Thursday morning, we held an activity of "reciting poems and competing" in Chinese class. The teacher smiled and said to everyone, "This time we will come to the stage to recite ancient poems voluntarily, either in class or outside class!" After that, I saw some students nodding their heads and lowering their eyebrows thoughtfully, some reciting ancient poems skillfully, and some students looking forward to the program ... Just as I was thinking hard, Ruoyang of the third group raised his hand high, and the teacher called him with joy. He strode forward and recited the ancient poems of "A Gift to Wang Lun", only listening to "Li Bai took a boat ..." Sweet. I also seem to think of the poem "Compassion for Farmers", and the teacher called me. After I came to power, I just finished saying the word "Compassion for Farmers". My classmates probably thought that I was reciting the ancient poem "Mowing the crops at noon" and gradually began to boo. But I went on reading, and everyone listened carefully. That's a pity for farmers (2), and there is a sentence in it: "There is no idle land in the four seas, and farmers still starve to death." All the students clapped their hands, and the teacher asked me to combine the two poems. After reading them, I stepped down excitedly.
Then, Yuhan also recited the poem Bamboo Stone fluently, which was an ancient poem that the teacher asked the students to recite. She read out the feelings that the whole poem should have with her sweet voice and soft tone.
Passing the Old Village read by Shiying is also good, which is also a required poem in Garden Six this semester. She recited it with corresponding actions, which attracted the attention of students and made more and more students participate in this activity, making the atmosphere of the activity more and more intense.
Jiang Kun's performance of "January Day" is also very good. In the past, Mr. Song taught us to recite this poem seriously, which reminded me of the happy scene during the New Year. Gradually, many students also got up the courage to perform on stage.
At this moment, I also thought of many ancient poems I had learned before: Ode to Goose, Ode to a Wandering Son, Journey on the Moon of Gulang, Jueju and so on, and my little hands were raised. Poetry composition 6 words 5
This Wednesday, the school will hold a poetry reading contest "I have an appointment with poetry". Eight students with strong reading ability were selected in the class to participate in this activity, and I was honored to join them.
after several days of training, we looked forward to this day. In the morning, after we drew lots to decide the order of the game, it was a long wait.
Finally, after school in the afternoon, eight of our students came to the amphitheatre to take part in the competition with nervous and excited feelings. The host announced the rules of the competition, and the poetry reading competition kicked off.
The contestants in the third grade are the first to play. Dressed in school uniforms, they walked gracefully onto the stage, stood in formation and recited vividly. After the third grade competition, it will be our fourth grade.
everyone's heart suddenly hung up for fear of making a mistake in the game. The first one to play is Class 4 (2), whose poem is Old Tree. I saw that they were full of emotions, and the melodious background music seemed to really make people see the tall and green old tree. And I have no mind to listen to their recitation, because there is a little rabbit jumping around in my heart!
I didn't expect the next two classes to be better than the last one. Everyone can be described as diamond cut diamond, and all of them are very strong. The competition has entered a white-hot stage, which really makes people wait and see.
It's almost time for our class, but what worries us is that the head teacher, Miss Yang, hasn't come yet. Looking at all the teachers in other classes cheering, we can't help but feel discouraged.
it's time to play at last. I looked back unintentionally. Suddenly, I found Miss Yang standing by the door, smiling at us. I gently shouted: "Miss Yang-"Miss Yang waved to us, and her eyes contained trust and encouragement. We suddenly doubled our courage, walked on the stage with neat steps, quickly arranged the formation, and began to recite with a vivid voice. In the process of recitation, our loud and pleasant voice, coupled with several natural and harmonious movements, won thunderous applause from the audience. The students present are all proud of us.
I benefited a lot from this recitation contest. Not only did I exercise and improve my ability to read aloud, but also made me understand the importance of reading aloud. At the same time, I really hope that our class can get excellent results in this recitation competition! 6
Every footprint I grew up with was printed with traces of the piano, and the melodious sound of the piano accompanied me through nine spring, summer, autumn and winter. Inscription
When I was young, I hated the piano.
As the years passed, time to go back, I seemed to be a child again. At that time, I was fascinated by Ultraman, thinking that the piano was a monster with a big mouth, because it had a strong resistance. So every time my mother calls me to practice the piano, I either pretend to be deaf or dumb, or just ignore it. But my mother, who wants to be a successful child, lets me practice the piano 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 think that I can play happily without it.
When I grow up, I like the piano.
Time flies, and time flies. I have grown from an unkempt child to a slim girl. Knowledge and experience are gradually increasing, and my mind is becoming richer. At this time, the piano is like my close friend, and I can listen to the secrets hidden in my heart.
when I fail in the exam, I will flick the keys and play "Blue Flower" by Wang Lisan to express my melancholy. When I achieve certain results, I will play "Days in Liberated Areas" by Chu Wanghua to express my pride. The sound of the piano is sometimes like a mountain stream, flowing, which makes me intoxicated and unable to extricate myself; Sometimes, like the Yellow River in the fierce flood season, it pours down, which makes me high-spirited and full of energy.
So the piano has become my good friend, and I like it more and more, because it gives me spiritual comfort.
During the competition, I loved the piano.
A few years have passed, and my piano level 1 has also achieved impressive results, and I was sent to other provinces to participate in the competition.
at the moment when I took the stage, I seemed to be in the spotlight, and all eyes were on me. I dragged my lead-filled eyes and walked up. At the moment when my hand touched the key, I felt a kind of intimacy with it. It seemed that I and the piano were inseparable. The fear, panic and anxiety just now seemed to hide in an instant, and I was confident and proud together.
At the end of the song, everyone stood up and applauded. I brushed the keys lightly, and my chest was full of love for them.
I am convinced that the piano will always grow with me and go through a long road of human growth. Poetry composition 6 words 7
Poetry, like a beam of sunshine, brings me warmth; Poetry, like the cool breeze in the afternoon, makes me feel relaxed and comfortable; Poetry, more like a mentor, has given me a lot of lessons. Wandering in the sea of poetry, I saw many shining things, that is, human wisdom. I reached out to capture and pick up the whispers in the poem.
"Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing to the green, the white hair floats green water, and the red palm stirs clear waves." Blue sky, clear water, red palms and white feathers brought me into a beautiful picture. "I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. But now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken? " Nature's whisper made me curious about its mystery. Accompanied by grandma's lullaby and fantasy of childhood, I grew up slowly in my immature childhood.
go to school. Reading Meng Jiao's "Ode to a Wanderer", I seem to see an old mother sitting at the window at sunset, sewing clothes with stitches, and her eyes are full of love and maturity.