In daily study, work or life, everyone knows some classic poems. Poems have the characteristics of harmonious phonology, distinctive rhythm, and are catchy to read. What do those widely used poems look like? Below are 9 poems and compositions that I have compiled for you. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look.

Poetry Composition Part 1

Make good use of rhetoric to show the flexibility and beauty of language. The contrast and wonderful quotations give the article a hazy, poetic and agility. It leaves a lingering taste in your mouth after reading it. How can the marking teacher not give high marks for language like this?

Life is full of twists and turns, and the world is full of mountains and rivers;

Poetry and prose are strange, beautiful and beautiful, waiting for me to take it seriously.

When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity the red silk fragrance? Strolling through Lin Daiyu's poems, I read the poignancy of the moon chanting with fragrance in her mouth, realized the despair of the wind and frost swords, and saw the laughing idiot who buried flowers in Nong today, and he was buried in Nong in the same year. Know whose sorrow and resentment it is.

When you stand at the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains. Walking in Du Fu's poems, you can read about the waves in the river and the surge from the sky, the majesty of the wind and clouds and the earth's shadow, and realize the vastness of peace and prosperity. There are tens of thousands of buildings, and the true love that shelters all the poor people in the world is happy. What you can see is the harmony of two orioles singing in the green willows and a row of egrets in the blue sky.

I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent. Walking in Li Bai's poems, I read that one man can guard the gate, and ten thousand people cannot open it. What I realized is that hibiscus emerges from clear water, and natural Remove the freshness of the carvings, and what you see is the sadness of looking up at the bright moon and bowing your head to miss your hometown.

Walking in the kingdom of poetry, I not only saw Lin Daiyu, who looked like a beautiful flower shining on the water when she was quiet, and moved like a weak willow supporting the wind, the thatched cottage left for future generations, Du Fu, whose poems have been immortalized for thousands of years, the wine in the bottle, the fence Li Bai, who wrote poems, was willing to give up his life. I also saw Qu Yuan, who was lonely and loyal to the Chu State, and the remaining turmoil spread to the Han and Xiang people. Bai Juyi, who wrote about current politics, had his heart in the common people, and tens of thousands of households competed to spread the new Yuefu, and wrote about ghosts. Pu Songling, who is superior to others and is greedy and cruel, has seen it

Walking in the kingdom of poetry, I saw Qu Yuan was exiled, but he still remained the same, riding a horse and galloping, and came to Wu Daofu to lead the way. ; I saw Tao Yuanming resigning and returning home, not bowing down for five pecks of rice, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan, seeing Li Bai being demoted, and still shouting that An Neng would bend his waist to serve the powerful, which made me unhappy! Saw it

Wandering in the kingdom of poetry, I realized what real life is! Who is the real hero! We have realized that life is short, and there is no eternal luck in the world to make us complacent, nor is there any eternal misfortune to make us miserable; we have realized that we should not be fooled by money and fame, and should be true to ourselves, good to ourselves, and beautiful to ourselves. I realized that

Life is full of twists and turns, and things in the world are dreams and illusions;

Poems and prose are so real and emotional, I have completed the journey.

Summary: The clever quotation of ancient poems in the article has added a lot of poetic meaning to the article, and the sentences written by the author in imitation of ancient poems at the beginning are not only appropriate to the image, in line with the meaning of the text, but also demonstrate the author's profound literary knowledge. The basic skills are beyond the reach of ordinary candidates. Poetry Composition 2

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and the little man at the table is holding a book of poetry in his hands...

Reading the moon, there is Su Shi in the moon "I hope that people will live long and live thousands of miles*" There is the broad-minded tranquility of "**Chanjuan", the quiet wandering of Li Yu's "Speechless alone on the west building, the moon is like a hook", and the simple and easy-to-understand feelings of Li Bai's "raising one's head to look at the bright moon, lowering one's head to think of hometown"... Understand the moon , the heart that understands the moon, its heart contains the sorrow and longing of poets for thousands of years, and is full of love for thousands of years. The mother's longing for the wanderer is composed of love.

Under the same moon, wanderers feel sad about their hometown, parents, and lovers. On the other side, their relatives may sit alone by the window, knitting pieces of clothing, and Looking at the bright moon, it is precisely because of their love that they feel sad and thoughtful. After understanding the moon, "The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me will I return it" has a different flavor. After understanding the moon, how come you still don’t understand love?

When reading the sun, there is a poem in "Woyi Alley": "There are wild grasses and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the setting sun is setting at the entrance of Wuyi Alley."

In the old days, Wang Xietang's swallows flew into the homes of ordinary people, and he expressed his emotion about the vicissitudes of life. There is also the poem "Inscribed on Poshan Temple Houchanyuan", "Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest." "The winding paths lead to secluded places, and the Zen rooms are deep with flowers and trees." The pleasure of sightseeing in the mountains and rivers; there is the "Early Departure from Baidi City" in "The White Emperor's Farewell to the Colorful Clouds, Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Tombs Returned in One Day". The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains". The ethereal and elegant feeling; there is the withering and declining melancholy of "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk."

Understand the sun, the sunshine contains warmth , with the warmth of humanity, all life needs sunshine. People put infinite beauty on the rising sun to tie infinite sorrow to the sunset. But looking back, the end of dusk here is the beginning of the morning glow on the other side. The end of the sun is the beginning of another life. If you understand the sun, "the sun sets in the west, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world", it will have a different flavor. If you understand the sun, everything will start "over", how can you not be optimistic. ?

Reading about flowers, in spring there are "clusters of peach blossoms blooming without owners, lovely deep reds and loving light reds"; in summer there are "out of the mud but not stained, in the clear ripples without being evil"; in autumn there are "the most beautiful flowers in the world." Outside the sparse hedgerows, lentil flowers bloom in the rain. "; In winter, "I know it is not snow from afar, but only the faint fragrance comes". Understand flowers, there are four seasons in flowers, there are flowers in all seasons, there are various forms in flowers, and the various forms reflect people's hearts. They are noble and elegant like lotus, and they are full of flowers. Like a peach, graceful and luxurious like a peony, with dark fragrance and sparse shadows like a plum. Each flower has a different personality, just like each different person. Understanding flowers is like watching the blooming and withering of each flower. Safe and orderly, no amount of love in the world can make it stay in the world. If you understand flowers, there are thousands of girls' hearts in them. If you understand flowers, why don't you understand yourself?

It turns out that “Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water. "Poems are no longer poems. There are thousands of postures, thousands of words, thousands of mountains and rivers, and thousands of strange things in the poems. Every discovery is like seeing a fair lady for the first time, and you are astonished. I can't read all the ancient poems in my life, but the poems have a way of seeing through the world...

Late at night, before I finish reading the poem, the poem book in the little man’s hand has already fallen to the ground. The poem comes with the fragrance of several generations, rolling into sleep, and the cicadas sing and chant in the trees. With the unfinished rhyme written by the poet for thousands of years... Poetry and Composition Chapter 3

Moon, since ancient times, people have praised and criticized it, both happy and worried, and praised and hated it, probably because of everyone's heart. Everyone hides their own moon. Depending on the mood, it will naturally appear differently.

People always seem to regard the moon as the best symbol of sorrow and longing, as Zhou Bangyan said in "Fei Ye." "Magpie" said: "The slanting moon is far away and the afterglow is falling", "The slanting moon is far away" exaggerates the desolate and desolate atmosphere when leaving, because in his heart, the moon is cold, cool, and does not understand affection. It highlights the inseparability of his wife and the pain of separation, as well as Liu Yizhi's "Middling Smoke Village, Ma Xi People" in "Xi Qian Ying Xiao Xing". "The waning moon still penetrates the thin forest." The same parting, the same sorrow, but it came faster than "The Night Flying Magpie". Since the waning moon hung in the sky and there was no intention of reunion, but this waning moon has not left yet, We set off when there was still a bit of moonlight hanging on the grass. How could we not make the waning moon in the author's heart become even colder with the scattered moonlight?

Some people also regard the moon as the object of their confession. In "Spring in the Palace of the Han Dynasty", Li Bing confided his loneliness to the moon and the moon. He seemed to be able to get everything from the moon, understand everything, and let himself vent to his heart's content. He wrote "Weiyun Danyue, to Jiang Tian, ??who will give it to him"

Of course, he is not the only one who is obsessed with the moon and tells his various experiences, so some praise the moon in his heart. People who have already hung a bright moon often come to relieve the moon, "Sentimental and sentimental, do not care about the romantic moon." People are born for love and die for love. How can people who are sentimental and sentimental blame the romantic moon? If Fengyue has feelings, it is also given by humans!

Of course, there are people like Chen Yi who just express their praise for the moon, but most of the praises are still based on the tranquility and purity of the moon, so in the end You can still taste the author's long thoughts, "The shadows beside the moon are sparse, and I dream of ecstasy."

Did the month make you change, or did you change the month? The angle depends on your state of mind. Poetry and Composition 4

In early summer, with the permission of the famous Guizhou poet Li Famo, and the invitation of the children's poet Guo Sisi, the author and Guizhou poets Kasi, Tong Suifu, Liu Gongming, Su Wei, Kong Hong, and Liu Yu, Together with poetry critic Xiang Biqun, they went to Suiyang, Zunyi to visit the famous poet He Jingzhi.

Throughout his life, Mr. He used his extraordinary art to create the best among many literary and artistic masters in China. The most unforgettable ones include the red classic "The White-Haired Girl", the popular works "Back to Yan'an", "Singing Singing", "Song of Lei Feng", "Guilin Landscape Song", "Song of Sanmenxia", "The Window of the Train Going West", "China's Ten "Moon" etc. It not only left countless spiritual food, but also contributed countless classic cultural essences to the value orientation of the Chinese people.

Zunyi Suiyang, an old revolutionary base, is a county town with beautiful scenery. It is also a place where red culture spreads and Guizhou cultural talents emerge in large numbers. When you walk into this land, you will feel a sense of closeness and familiarity.

As a young man born in the 1980s, I feel proud to have walked into He Lao this time. Because I have grown up reading Mr. He’s works since I was a child, I can say that my admiration for Mr. He is beyond words. Many times I have thought that I would really have the opportunity to meet such people, and I would definitely have countless feelings of admiration in my heart. I am not only grateful to the Guizhou poetry friends for their sincerity, but also to the innocence of the art of poetry.

The author loves literature very much. I have always been a lover and have never given up my pursuit of literature and art. Although he is just an outsider, he never forgets to read it and is always accompanied by He Lao's works that penetrate his heart and lungs and improve his spiritual quality. This is the blessing of our descendants, and it is also the literary path paved for us by our predecessors. This time, I am looking forward to experiencing Mr. He’s family in person, and it is also unforgettable.

Before going to Suiyang, children’s poet Guo Sisi sent a private message on WeChat. It seems that if it weren't for the connection with literature, there wouldn't be such a true feeling, or in other words, it would be Guo Sisi's deep love. Suiyang is not one of Guizhou's famous mountains and rivers, but the brand name "Hometown of Poetry" must have the meaning of congratulating old people for their patronage.

When it comes to red culture, people will naturally think of Zunyi. When they think of Zunyi, they will think of famous red classics such as "Zunyi Conference" and "Four Crosses of Chishui". Every Chinese will probably never forget this history, let alone the footprints left in Guizhou on the arduous road of revolution.

Mr. He, who is 91 years old, may be even more enthusiastic about this place. Therefore, when he came to Zunyi, Mr. He not only thought, but also used his artistic talent throughout his life to add a lot of brilliance to this land. When he came to Zunyi, Guizhou, Mr. He did not live in the prosperous urban area of ??Zunyi, nor in the "Poetry Town Suiyang" county. Instead, he went to a development scenic spot in Suiyang called "Shuangdong River".

At noon in early summer, there is neither warm sunshine nor moving shadows of people and cars. Some are just natural freshness, as well as Guizhou’s unique ecological beauty. Arriving at the inn where Mr. He stayed, there was a peaceful atmosphere and a feeling of enthusiasm and excitement. Because of the lunch break, we sat by the pond in the inn with Teacher Li Famo and had fun. Looking at the surrounding mountains and thinking of the upcoming meeting with Mr. He, everyone was excited and couldn't control their moods.

The familiarity with Mr. He should be said to be very small. About 20 years ago, Mr. He entered the Chinese textbooks we studied. At that time, I occasionally felt the influence of the old man and his influence in literature. important meaning. Infinite worship may have originated in the heart of a young child.

Maybe it’s because of the environment, or maybe it’s the fate of poetry. In June 20xx, Guozhou children's poet Guo Sisi suddenly showed me the inscription of the Guizhou Poets Association and told me that the words "Guizhou Poets Association" were mentioned by Mr. He. Suddenly, I felt that there was a possibility that the future might be real. It felt like meeting this old man.

Unexpectedly, in this early summer two years later, I really met the old man, and even got so close, and there was no distance between me and the old man's earnest teachings.

Some people say that it is difficult to meet famous people. In fact, I want to say that meeting anyone requires fate.

Fate will really bring the world together, or it may be an arrangement, or it may require some chance encounters. For example, when our group met Mr. He, we just let nature take its course and complemented each other in this way. But there is one thing that cannot be missing, that is art, that is poetry.

On the day we met, Mr. He heard that a group of us were waiting. He blamed the secretary that he should wake him up earlier and not keep us waiting. When I came to his room, I was confused at first, and then moved. The 91-year-old Mr. He was sitting on the sofa. He not only stood up reluctantly, but also staggered to the door to greet him. Perhaps it was his action that made us unable to calm down for a long time. He is not only energetic, but also has a sharp mind. His first sentence is "You have been waiting for a long time." This is a kind of touching, a kind of acceptance, and a kind of open-mindedness.

After we all sat down, the humble Mr. He always faced us with a smile, and seemed to be waiting for our "response". Some of us presented old editions of Mr. He's masterpieces, and some of us recited poems to Mr. He, perhaps even he had forgotten the poems. Mr. He, who listened with rapt attention and a smile on his face, always looked serious.

After listening to everyone’s polite words, he was not tired or reminded. On the contrary, it was at everyone's request that he said, "Guizhou is a province of poetry. I came to Guizhou 18 years ago and I feel very pleased with the changes in Guizhou over the years. Guizhou's poetry will definitely develop infinitely in the future and have a bright future." Poetry is mainly related to the land. Guizhou is a warm land and will definitely breed many beautiful poems." After that, he listened to everyone's talk one by one.

Of course, facing Mr. He, everyone may have forgotten many requirements. As long as they could talk, everyone competed to communicate, and everyone described their love for poetry with full enthusiasm and true expression.

He said that land and poetry are a kind of emotion. In the past, he once wrote about Suiyang and said two sentences: "When poetry exists in a village, it becomes a hometown of poetry. When poetry exists in a hometown, it begins to have the soul of poetry." Everyone has been familiar with this inscription for a long time, but having Mr. He interpret it in person may have added a new depth to its meaning.

The conversation was very pleasant, and it lasted for more than an hour. It was for the health of Mr. He. At the request of the health doctor and secretary, everyone had to end contact with Mr. He. Mr. He is not only an old man with a broad mind, but also a famous poet who is simple and true. He loved the land as much as he loved poetry. During the conversation, he mentioned the relationship between poetry and land countless times. Perhaps this is the true meaning of poetry, and it is also He Lao's life experience over the past decades. It is also the core summary of life, work, career, his own life, and poetry.

Nowadays, the development of poetry in Suiyang is really closely related to these two famous sayings of He Lao. I also hope that Guizhou’s poetry can take root in the land and thrive.

Being able to visit Mr. He may be the satisfaction of our lives, and it is also the admiration for this old man who has established countless literary and artistic achievements in China for countless years. We also hope that the old man’s request can also be fulfilled in the hot land of Guizhou. to find some meaning in land and poetry. Poetry and Composition 5

"I sleep in the spring without waking up, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, I know how many flowers have fallen." The sound of reading, and the singing of thrushes outside the window from time to time, mixed with the impact of running water The crisp sound merges into a beautiful piece of music. When I was very young, my grandma began to ask me to read poems. At that time, I only knew that when I was young, I read randomly with my grandma.

My grandma was not well educated, short, and thin. Apart from her hard-working hands, there was nothing worth remembering. But it was such a typical rural woman who became the first enlightenment teacher in my life.

I remember that every morning, before breakfast, my grandma would take out a book of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" from her arms, open the old but dusty paper, and find a poem, Pointing at each word with my finger, I read to me: "The sun sets over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea, flowing..." Before grandma could speak, I interjected: "This one has a "valley" on the left, The word "owe" on the right, how should I pronounce it?" The wrinkles on Grandma's eyebrows tightened slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and walked into the room. After rummaging for a while, she took out a dictionary. Her cracked hands began to work again. After a while, she pointed to a word and said: "The left one is "gu" and the right one is "ow". Remember, this word is "yù"." As she said, she said again He laughed loudly, and the wrinkles finally bloomed.

One night, my grandma came back very late and asked me as soon as I walked in: "Have you read poetry tonight?" I was embarrassed and a little embarrassed, and I blushed and dared not look at grandma. Grandma seemed to see something, and frowned. I knew something bad was going to happen. Grandma's hand suddenly rose, and I stared at her hand in fear. There was a fresh blood stain on it today. Grandma stared angrily, and suddenly she slowly put down her hand again, just silently taking out "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and began to read the poems to me patiently and tirelessly over and over again just like during the day.

"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. The seams are tight before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late." Grandma is always like this. Although she is an old woman who has never been to school, she always Stay serious and patient as always.

Although the charm of poetry is strong, it is not as strong as grandma’s passion. Poetry and Composition 6

I have always wanted to read you

Because I live in the city registered in your name

I have always wanted to read you

It’s because the totem fluttering about to fly always makes me inexplicably meditate

I have always wanted to read you

It’s because the Yanfeng Peak, which has been blurred for many years, is as picturesque as the mist and rain. Another example is poetry

But how should I read you

You always fly in the sky with a proud attitude

Your gaze Looking persistently into the distance

You seem to have forgotten your habitat and your stay

You are only attached to your hometown outside the city but

ignore the way I look up to you Affectionate eyes

Fortunately, Feiyan School---the place where I work

I found the answer to understand you here

Here is as persistent as you The flying geese are wandering in the sea of ??books and ink

They are united and work hard

They learn from high school and serve as teachers. They are upright and exemplary

They have a piece of chalk and a breeze

Their three-foot podiums have white hair and autumn frost

Just as you are nostalgic for your hometown

They are just for the fragrant peaches and plums of tomorrow and the pillars of the motherland

Fly tirelessly like you

Use your flying posture to release the dream of flying geese

Use your uniform formation to forge our united thoughts

Use your graceful way of walking in the sky to defy all difficulties

Use your letter in the clouds to boldly express the infinite glory of the flying geese

Read you

In my eyes Spring is already blooming

Reading you

My heart is already full of poems, poetry composition 7

Now we all know that it is difficult for our current poets to achieve However, with the continuous development of the times, poetry is gradually falling off the altar. There are more and more grassroots poets among us. They come from ordinary backgrounds and write about their life experiences in the simplest words. , each one directly touches the heart.

More and more people are paying attention to poetry, which is not a bad thing. Poetry is gradually stepping down from the altar and penetrating into everyone’s hearts. This is also a good thing.

However, when we write poetry, we must retain the most primitive respect for poetry. Although the writing style may not necessarily be as good as that written by our predecessors, we must also strive to have the minimum rhythm of poetry. As for poetry, whether you are translating foreign poems or creating your own, you cannot create them randomly.

A few years ago, Feng Tang’s version of "The Collection of Flying Birds" aroused heated discussion, because in his translation, the language was too life-like, and there were even vulgar language in some places. He misunderstood Tagore's original meaning and added some of his own understanding and creation into his original poems. The most basic attributes of poetry lie in its beautiful language and elegant artistic conception. Although poetry has now stepped down from the altar and its content has become more reflective of the public's heart, the content should not be too vulgar. Language that is too straightforward and meaningless will collapse. Poetry itself has a kind of artistic conception and interest.

I hope that modern poets can maintain their original intentions, preserve their pious attitude towards poetry, and truly create some poems with content and interest. Poetry Composition Part 8

I have been reading for more than ten years. I cannot say that I have read thousands of poems, but I have read a lot of them. Naturally, I have a lot of thoughts about poetry. As the saying goes: If you are familiar with three hundred Tang poems, you can recite them even if you don't know how to compose them. I think you should not only be able to chant, but also be able to taste.

Since it’s just random talk, it’s natural to be unconventional and informal. You can write wherever you think of it, but if your inspiration stops abruptly, you can stop writing immediately.

Tang poetry is the pinnacle of poetry and has been passed down for hundreds of years. Of course, it is also very unique. Each poetic school has different styles, some are unrestrained and bold, eclectic, or fresh, natural, and otherworldly, which constitutes the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty's poetry world. However, I think that although there are many famous poets, not all of them are worthy of their names. Some poets' works are not as superb as those passed down to later generations. I'm just talking nonsense and expressing my opinion.

Among the pastoral poets of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the most famous is Meng Haoran. The literati Yin Fan called his poems "rich in literary talent, dense in warp and weft, partly in elegant tune, but completely in ordinary style." But in my opinion, this dear friend is really pretending to be profound. These comments overly deify Meng Haoran's poems. For example, "Song of Returning to Lumen at Night":

The bells of the mountain temple are ringing. It is already dark, and the fishing boats are noisy as they scramble to cross the river.

People followed the beach to Xiangjiang Village, and I also took a boat back to Lumen.

The moonlight at Lumen opened the smoke trees, and suddenly I came to Pang Gong's hiding place.

The pine path in Yanfei is long and lonely, with only lonely people coming and going.

I really don’t know what is so wonderful about this poem. The whole poem describes the scenery and expresses emotions, with four couplets of twenty-eight words. Although it has all the internal organs, it has no highlights. The words are vulgar and the language is plain. Although this poem is in the form of a song and the rhyme requirements are not so strict, the rhyme of the whole poem is too scattered and does not have the rhythm that poetry should have, making it awkward to read and difficult to pronounce. The textbook commented that this poem has "fluent tone, simple language, and a flowing rhythm." I really don't know where this statement comes from! His other famous lines, such as "The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside." etc., are even more immature in writing and superficial in wording, and cannot withstand careful consideration. On the contrary, Su Shi's evaluation is more pertinent: "Haoran's poems have high rhyme but short talent, just like making a wine player without materials." This is actually the correct answer.

Wang Wei, who was also a poet of the Landscape Pastoral School in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and who was on par with Meng Haoran, seemed to have more profound skills. There is a poem "Passing Xiangji Temple":

I don't know Xiangji Temple, but I have entered Yunfeng several miles away.

The ancient trees are untraveled, and there are no bells in the mountains.

The sound of springs swallows dangerous rocks, and the sun is cold and green.

The music of dusk is in the sky, calming the poisonous dragon.

The front of the first couplet depicts people entering the cloud peak, which actually reflects the profoundness of Xiangji Temple. Before arriving at the temple, it is already so covered with clouds and fog that the readers feel as if they are actually there, as if the depth of Xiangji Temple is only in front of their eyes. The ancient path in front of the temple is secluded and winding. Although no one has left any trace, you can still hear the sound of bells, as if they came from deep in the mountains. It is secluded and quiet, which is evident. The two neck couplets are still intended to express the coldness of the environment, but the technique is different from the first two couplets. The poet uses inverted sentences to highlight the pleasant sound of the spring and the striking sun.

The word "pharynx" is used very vividly: dangerous rocks stand in the mountains, and the spring cannot flow easily, so it has to snake and snake among the jagged and strange rocks, making a faint sound of swallowing as if in pain. The use of the word "cold" to describe the color of the sun may seem counterintuitive at first glance, but upon closer inspection, you can't help but find it wonderful: under the afterglow, the desolate color of the sun is painted on the green pine forest. Isn't it very cold and lonely?

The whole poem is written from far to near, from scene to scene, entering the scene of the ancient temple, and concentrating on Zen meditation, which is completely natural. When the poet describes the quiet mountain and forest scenery, he does not say that it is secluded, but uses the sound of bells and springs as images. Not only does it not break the tranquil artistic conception, but it adds to the sense of solitude in the deep mountains and jungles. This contrasting technique of using movement to describe stillness is incomparable to Meng Haoran's language skills, which are as smooth as running water on the ground.

As representatives of the landscape pastoral school, these two can be judged by a simple comparison. So as representatives of romanticism, Li Bai and Li He naturally cannot be missed.

Li Bai’s name is naturally well-known to every household. His poems are unconstrained, romantic and imaginative, so he is respected as the "Immortal of Poetry"; Li He comes from the same school, and his poems are more gorgeous in terms of words and elegant in style than Taibai. He is also revered as the "Poetry Ghost". However, compared to Li Bai, Li He's reputation is like a drop of water compared to the vast ocean, a drop in the bucket. The reason is that the two have different skills in grasping the balance between gorgeous rhetoric and profound ideas. Li He's poems such as "Li Ping Konghou Yin":

Wu Si Shu Tong Zhang Gaoqiu, the empty mountain condenses the clouds.

Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboos, while Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.

Kunshan’s broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles.

In front of the twelve doors, cold light melts, and twenty-three silk threads move the purple emperor.

Where Nuwa refines stones to mend the sky, the stones break the sky and amaze the autumn rain.

I dreamed of entering the sacred mountain to teach the goddess, and the old fish danced the thin dragon dance.

Wu Zhi sleepless and leans against the osmanthus tree, flying wet and cold rabbits sideways with bare feet.

At first glance, it seems that the content is rich, the words are magnificent, and several classics are used in succession, which speaks highly of Li Ping's superb craftsmanship. However, upon careful consideration, it is difficult to verify: the theme of the whole text is monotonous, the content is empty, and although there are many embellishments, they are all There is no contrast, no elaboration, no gradual sense of hierarchy, and no profound connotation to sublimate the whole text. Moreover, there is a lack of connection between each sentence, making the poem read like a pieced and patched piece of Chinese clothing, gorgeous and magnificent but difficult to integrate into a whole. When I heard that Li He was writing poetry, I carried a book bag with pen and paper on my back, and occasionally came up with some good lines as I encountered inspiration. After returning home at night, I compiled them into chapters one by one. Now it seems that this statement is true.

In contrast, Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Leaving Farewell" is much more skillful. The whole poem describes the precipitous and majestic Tianmu Mountain, interspersed with the poet's wild and bold imaginative scenes, and the wording is equally magnificent and extraordinary in style. And the ending is lyrical: "An Neng bows down to the powerful, which makes me unhappy." He is also outspoken, arrogant and uninhibited, sublimating the content of the poem with his own ideals and will. The whole poem flows freely and seamlessly, making it a masterpiece.

He has little talent and little knowledge, yet he dares to speak arrogant words. There are many famous writers in history, but most of the beautiful words written by one poet are worthy of question. There are too many people who talk in general terms and have no ability to appreciate poetry themselves. They just follow what others say, find a well-known and respected poet, flatter them, and praise them without hesitation. It is really ignorant and goes against the purpose of "seeking truth from facts" in learning.

Finally, I would like to present an ancient poem written by someone without talent. The writing is rough, the ink is uneven, the rhythm is scattered, and I am begging for advice:

Expressing sorrow in the rain

The spring is cold and the rain is pouring, and the silver needle is everywhere and desolate.

The picture railing alone relies on wine to penetrate the intestines, and thousands of cups cannot hide the person's gentle sipping.

The sad clouds are about to curl up into locks, and the frosty moon is long and full of pearls.

The mountain alliance does not need to be shuttled by time, and the past is cut into pieces. Poetry and Composition Part 9

Fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn.

Autumn is here, and the mood of autumn is strong. The little autumn leaf also began its final mission.

Look, it flew over the woods, telling the little animals that autumn is coming, and they need to prepare food for the winter; it flew over the fields, telling the crops that autumn is coming, and they need to put on new clothes; it flew over the countryside, Tell the farmers and uncles that autumn is here, the harvest season is here... As the saying goes, "The wind blows a leaf, and everything is in autumn"!

Fallen leaves are a gift from nature.

The fallen leaves are not only the color that looks like gold, but also the red that is so bright that it makes people feel warm, and the emerald green that is as alive as the green mountains and green waters... in the forest Walking, stepping on the carpet of nature, very soft, stepping on the dazzling yellow like gold, like the bright and passionate flame-like red leaves, the carpet seems to be singing, sometimes "唦唷", sometimes "唷唷" "Crack". In forests, streets, and schools, there are gifts from nature. As the saying goes, "The autumn wind blows on the Wei River, and the fallen leaves cover Chang'an"!

Maple leaves are the most beautiful flowers in autumn.

Maple leaves are a characteristic fiery red color in autumn. The shape of the palms looks like burning flames, full of vitality. Looking at the maple leaves, it suddenly reminded me of the beautiful red flowers. For example, the rose has won the title of the king of flowers with its beautiful shape, color of flame, and romantic things. Maple leaves are almost the same as roses, but they have almost no titles. Here, I can’t help but want to say, who said maple leaves are not as good as flowers!

Falling leaves are full of affection.

When the fallen leaves are falling, who can see the reluctant look of the fallen leaves? It seems to have seen its own short life.

The autumn leaves are so beautiful and the mood of autumn is strong!