1. "The Enlightenment of Poetry to Me" 450-word essay

If a young man does not work hard, he will be sad when he is old. "——If you don't work hard when you are young, you will regret it when you grow up. , although this sentence is an ordinary poem that even first-grade children can memorize and understand, it always inspires me to fly high and into the vast palace of knowledge.

I remember when I was in first grade. I am very careless and have poor academic performance among my classmates. After returning home from school, my parents always urge me to review carefully and consolidate Pinyin. I see my friends playing happily, but I am reviewing. My mouth was dry, I really envied them!

At this time, a bad idea came to my mind: to tell my parents that I had finished reviewing Pinyin, I quickly put away a piece of paper. Suddenly a gust of wind blew open my Chinese literacy textbook; ten bright red words "Young people don't work hard, old people are just sad" popped into my eyes, and suddenly something like this appeared in my mind. The picture showed an old beggar with a stench and ragged clothes, holding up a broken bowl and begging to passers-by. Could this be me in the future? Thinking about it, I opened another card that was smiling at me. .

For a while, I was very obsessed with online games. I didn’t listen carefully in class, made small moves, didn’t speak actively, and did my homework in a mess at night. When my parents found out about this, I was punished. Severe criticism. Inadvertently, I turned to the first-grade test paper and saw ten crooked words: "If a young man does not work hard, the boss will be sad." I thought about my vision for the future at that time, and then thought about myself now. From then on, I studied hard every day, spoke actively in class, and once took the first place in the class.

"Young people who don't work hard will be sad" inspired me to fly high and broad. Palace of Knowledge

2. Write a composition inspired by an ancient poem I read

One of my favorite ancient poems - "Compassion for the Farmers" When I was in kindergarten, I learned a lot Ancient poems, such as: Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song", He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown"... Among them, one of my favorite ancient poems is Li Shen's "Compassion for the Farmers"

Hoeing. At noon, sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work?

Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see: a farmer uncle in the scorching sun at noon. The hoe hit the ground again and again, and the hoe became heavier and heavier. The farmer uncle became more and more tired. Big beads of sweat flowed down his face, soaked his clothes, and dripped to the ground. What a picture of hard work. Ah! It is precisely because of the hard work of the farmer uncles that we can eat so much rich food every day, including fragrant rice, delicious steamed buns, and various fruits and vegetables... But my mother told me, There are still many people in the world who are unable to eat due to various reasons such as disasters and wars. They endure hunger and pain, and some even starve to death. How miserable our lives are compared to them! What happiness again! However, some children do not cherish this hard-won luck. They waste food when eating, pick and choose the food, and drop rice grains everywhere. Some children even secretly throw away the food. ,well! It really shouldn’t be! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish food!" I have read countless poems since I was a child. Many people like to use poetry to express their moods, aspirations, missing relatives and parting with friends.

Among the poems I have read, the most impressive one is Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song": - The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late.

Who can say that there is no care in the world? Reward three spring rays. In the poem, the author reflects the infinite love of a loving, simple, and great mother.

Nowadays, we take our mothers’ care for granted and cannot understand our mothers’ good intentions. We even sometimes yell at our mothers, but as mothers, they still care silently. , love and protect your children. They have no regrets about everything they do to their children.

I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" on May 12, a mother used her body to hold up the collapsed building in the ruins, protecting her 3 or 4-month-old child underneath her body, because there were The mother protected her, and the child was unharmed and sleeping peacefully.

When the ambulance crew untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a text message written on the screen: Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember my love for you.

Although this mother’s great deeds have been well-known to every household, do those who know it feel touched? A mother can give up her life for her children. This mother is not the only one who will do this, but all mothers will do this. I recall that when I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured water for me to drink, stayed by the bed, and never left me. Under the care of mother's love, I recovered quickly.

When I woke up and saw my mother staying up next to the bed all night, I was moved to tears. Looking back on when I failed in the exam, what my mother gave me was not scolding, but giving me the correct answers to the questions that I analyzed wrongly. When she held the report card that I had done well in the exam, she smiled, and she was very happy and happy. Smiling happier than me.

Looking back on every moment of these years, my mother walks with me every day. No matter what the weather, she always holds my hand and walks; no matter what the situation, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; no matter how late the night is, how late the night is, how late the night is. She always stayed with me through the deep nights and deep nights.

… I once resented my mother, why was she so cruel, why didn’t she hold me in the mud and move forward? Why don't you teach me how to deal with setbacks? Why are you so persistent, why don't you persuade me to give up in silence and don't take a rest... Now, I don't resent my mother, but I am grateful to her. She never carries me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; she never teaches me how to deal with setbacks, because she wants me to appreciate life; she never tells me to give up, because she teaches me the principle of perseverance in silence. .

Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; thank you for accompanying me every day for the past 15 years... Who can say nothing? The three spring lights reported. 3. Write an article inspired by poems

The inspiration of "There are mountains and rivers, and there is no way out, and there is a village with dark willows and bright flowers."

When that kind of mythical legend fades into a general Huang's history, are you willing to uncover its dusty pages? ——Inscription

As time goes by, people outline different beauties for their ideals. In this beauty, the pyramids stand, meditating on the miracles of mankind in a flexible way; in this beauty, , ruminating in the Mogao Grottoes and chanting in various ways; in this beauty, the ideal palace is being built, the desire for life is listening, I walked into the miracle of history...

I walked into Sima Guang The childhood world of...

A group of children were playing games in the yard. Just as they were having fun, one of the children fell into the water tank. The situation was very dangerous. The children were frightened. Some People reached out to fish it out, and some poured water out. They saw Sima Guang holding a big stone and smashing it into the tank. The water flowed out. The child was saved, and the other children cheered together.

What did I experience from it...

I stepped into Cao Chong's world again,

One day, his father wanted to call the elephant All the ministers gave advice on how heavy it was, but how to use a scale to weigh such a big elephant? For those who didn’t have such a big scale or strong strength, at this time, Cao Chong thought of a good idea. He first used a boat to draw the position from the water to the boat, and then asked the elephant to stand on the boat, and then rowed it. After letting the elephant go down, put stones into the boat until the water reaches the second mark. Don't you know the weight of the elephant by weighing it?

What did I realize from it...

There are high mountains in front of us, we can go around them, and there are mighty rapids in front of us, and we can ride on the bridge. Everything in the world has difficulties and difficulties, and they will become stumbling blocks on your way forward. If you learn to adapt your methods, everything will be solved.

Don’t think that there will be no way out if the mountains and rivers are overturned. Learn to think from a different angle and solve the problem in a different way. Then you will see "a new village with bright flowers and bright lights".

The mountain stands tall and towering into the clouds. Its flexibility brings it to a new height.

The wind whizzes by, moving forward as it pleases. Its flexibility gives me the freedom to travel.

Water trickles and flows happily. Its flexibility makes it a winding journey... 4. Essay inspired by ancient poems

Poetry is the heart of the soul. The book is the spiritual pillar. People must be poetic when they are alive. Let others feel the value of poetry and let people experience the true joy, true sadness, true sadness and true temperament in poetry. We also need to understand more truths from poetry and get enlightenment from poetry. What makes me feel the most is the saying that has been passed down from ancient times to this day: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." < /p>

"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Yes! Although the sword is sharp, who has experienced the tempering and forging it has undergone? Although plum blossoms are fragrant, who knows the bitter cold and frost they have endured? People only see the sharpness of the sword. Who has thought about his experience? People only see the elegance and beauty of plum blossoms, but who can understand her pain? And all of these show people their perseverance, perseverance, and achievements they have won through hardships and cold winters.

This is just like when my test scores were unsatisfactory. When I heard the scores, I was also very sad, but what I thought more about was hard work. Looking at that aggressive score, isn't that just training? Isn't that the bitter cold? Isn’t that exactly the setbacks and difficulties I have to face? I think, I shouldn't cry. I shouldn't cry when I face setbacks. I should open my mind and face the sea, and the spring flowers will bloom. Because, this is not a failure, but a training, an auxiliary line that allows me to fly higher and run further. This is a brand new beginning. This is the basis for me to move to the next step. It is these trainings that allow me to fly higher and run farther. I understand that the meaning of success is to be rewarded after all hardships, which makes me know how to work hard. Thinking back on the difficulties we have experienced again and again, isn’t it the best teacher for our spiritual growth?

Therefore, we want to make swords, and our sharpness is tempered again and again: we want to make plum blossoms, and our beauty comes from spending many cold winters. Without hard work, practice, and overcoming, there will be no success. What about victory and glory? As long as we move forward against the wind, everyone will be a "sharp sword" and everyone will be an "unyielding plum blossom!" 5. The inspiration given to me by the composition and poetry of 600 words

Poetry accompanies my growth

< p> To me, that is a divine and beautiful word. Starting from "Moonlight before the Bed", I got acquainted with it - "Poetry". The image of reciting "Three Hundred Tang Poems" under the moonlight night is still vivid in my mind...

When I was a child, I loved poetry, or to be precise, I loved memorizing poetry. Whenever a poem blurts out, I can always hear the praises of adults, and see the envious eyes of children, and I feel full of gratitude to Li Bai, Du Fu, and Wang Changling. Even if I don't understand it, I love poetry - the pure pride of a child, and poetry has brought me honor. Starting from Tagore, it turns out that one does not have to be so neat, and then I realize that it was not only the Tang Dynasty that was rich in poets. In "The Gardener's Collection" and "The New Moon's Collection", Tagore's simplicity taught me profoundly, and his soaring words made me truly learn to feel. Still remember that poem:

"Where is there a kind of persistence,

that exceeds the infatuation between the shore and the sea -

embracing the sea with the same posture." < /p>

I am impressed by his exquisite design, and moved by your persistence and silent and deep eternity. So I started to get to know Shakespeare, Schiller, and Pushkin. I tried to understand "Ode to Joy" and "The Captain". I also tried to discover beauty, absorb ideas, feel, and grow... Schiller's "Ode to Joy" and "The Captain". "Ode to Joy" can move Beethoven, who has been immersed in melancholy for a long time and sold his works at low prices for bread. He can absorb the warmth of the sun in the dark night and awaken the sleeping hearts of the entire Vienna with a song "Ode to Joy". Shouldn’t this be attributed to the charm of poetry? Because of my growth, poetry no longer brings me pride and honor, but eyes full of insight and an increasingly rich heart. In fact, I don’t know whether it was growth that made me understand poetry, or whether I grew up because of poetry...

The charm of poetry taught me appreciation, the artistic conception of poetry taught me delusion, and the implication of poetry taught me profoundness. , the eternity of poetry taught me to care... He only did not teach me to create. Just because in my heart it is a "virgin land" that cannot be tarnished. Until I read celebrity biographies. Picasso loved to compose poetry, but his words were never accepted by others. People's comments were: Go ahead and paint your paintings! And because Michelangelo worked under the yoke of the Pope all his life, his poetry is even more puzzling.

However, they have never given up writing poetry, because of their true love, and because it is a kind of spiritual release, a letter mailed to life and to themselves. After discovering that poetry is also a casual art and not the prerogative of poets. So I started to try to create, and I didn't mind the criticism, and in the process I gained the most profound experience: "That's the note of the sky." The real poetry is not this "Snow" but the spirit of the sky. So it is no longer just a flat page, a carrier of beauty and a casual art. It is no longer abstract, because it is three-dimensional, colorful, and still beautiful and mysterious.

It turns out that life itself is an endless poem... 6. How does this ancient poem hidden in the mountains inspire and help writing essays

One of my favorite poems 5 I have been very fond of reading books since I was a child, such as "Education of Love", "La Traviata", and the four major classics. Anyway, I just want to read everything. I have filled my three big bookcases. Among them, I My favorite poems are ancient poems, and "Mountain Journey" is my favorite one. In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves hanging on the branches, covering the fields, covering the hillsides, everywhere. There is a cluster of maple trees on the branches. Clusters of red leaves are like clusters of fire. The mountain road is winding and stretching into the distance. A few families can be vaguely seen on the mountain. They stand there, and every house is emitting smoke. "Dang Dang Dang" can be heard in the distance. There was a rapid sound of horse hooves. After a while, I saw a horse-drawn carriage driving towards here. The person sitting in the car turned out to be the famous poet Du Mu. Du Mu was attracted by this beautiful scenery. He got out of the car and saw this A vibrant scene, I couldn't help but admire: This scene is so beautiful. Du Mu was fascinated by it, and even reached the state of selflessness. At this time, it seemed that there was no time, no one, and it was a single person's world. The poet finally Unable to resist, he began to recite a poem: Far up the cold mountain, the stone path was sloping, and there was a home deep in the white clouds. He parked his car and sat in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves were as red as the February flowers. He finally couldn't restrain his mood, and walked into the maple forest excitedly. In the woods, the poet is wearing snow-white clothes. The red of the maple trees matches the white of the clothes. The beautiful red leaves are simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February. I like poetry because poetry can give us the enjoyment of beauty. One of my favorite ancient poems - "Compassion for the Farmers" When I was in kindergarten, I learned many ancient poems, such as: Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song", He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown"... Among them, my favorite An ancient poem is "Compassion for the Farmers" by Li Shen. It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work. Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see: The scorching sun At noon, a farmer uncle was hoeing the ground. The hoe became heavier and heavier, and the farmer uncle became more and more tired. Big beads of sweat flowed down his face, soaked his clothes, and dripped to the ground. What a picture of hard work! It is precisely because of the hard work of the farmer uncles that we can eat so much rich food every day, including fragrant rice, delicious steamed buns, various fruits and vegetables... But my mother told me that in the world There are still many people who are unable to eat due to various reasons such as disasters and wars. They endure hunger and pain, and some even starve to death. How tragic this is! Compared with them, how happy our life is! However, some children do not cherish this hard-won luck. They waste food when eating, pick and choose the food, and drop rice grains everywhere. Some children even secretly throw away the food. ,well! It really shouldn’t be! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish the food!" One of my favorite ancient poems has been read since I was a child. Many people like to use poetry to express their moods and aspirations. , the meaning of missing relatives and parting with friends. Among the poems I have read, the most impressive one is Meng Jiao's "The Wandering Son's Song": - The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wandering boy's body. Before leaving, there is a tight seam, and I am afraid it will be late. Returning late. Who can say that there is no care in the world? Rewarded with three rays of spring. The author of the poem embodies the infinite love of a loving, simple, and great mother. Nowadays, we take our mother's care for granted and cannot understand her mother's good intentions. The mother yelled, but as mothers, they still cared about and loved their children silently. They had no regrets about everything they did to their children. I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" on 5.12, a mother was in the ruins Zhong used her body to hold up the collapsed building, and her 3 or 4-month-old child was protected underneath her body. Because of the mother's protection, the child was unharmed and sleeping peacefully. When the ambulance crew removed the cover from the child, When I was putting down the quilt, I found a mobile phone with a text message written on the screen: Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember my love for you. Although this mother's great deeds have become a household name, but Do those who know it feel the same? A mother can give up her life for her children. Not only this mother will do this, but all mothers in the world will do this. I think back to when I was sick, my mother stayed up all night and poured water. She gave me something to drink, stayed by my bedside, and never left her. Under the care of her mother, I recovered quickly. When I woke up, I saw that my mother had not slept all night.

While I was standing by the bed, I was moved to tears. Looking back on when I failed in the exam, my mother didn’t scold me, but gave me the correct answers to the questions I made wrong. When I was holding a report card with a good score in my hand, At that time, she smiled, she smiled very happily, and she smiled happier than me. Looking back on every bit of these years, my mother walked with me every day. No matter what the weather, she always held my hand and walked; No matter what the situation, she always taught me everything after being frustrated; no matter how late the night, how late the night, how late the night, how late the night, how late the night was. How deep the night, how deep the night, how deep the night, how deep the night, how deep the night, she always spent it with me... I once resented my mother, why was she so cruel, why didn't she hug me in the mud? Should I move forward? Why don't you teach me how to deal with setbacks? Why are you so persistent and don’t persuade me to give up in silence instead of taking a rest... Now, I don’t resent my mother, but I am grateful to her. She never carries me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; Money teaches me how to cope with setbacks and appreciates life; it never tells me to give up but teaches me the principle of perseverance in silence. Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; thank you for accompanying me every day for the past 15 years... Who can say nothing? The three spring lights reported. One of my favorite poems 2 Our country is a country of poetry. From ancient times to the present, countless great poets have emerged in our country: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi... These resounding names have long been deeply rooted in our hearts. They are engraved on the historical monuments of poetry. Their works have been passed down by future generations through the ages. My favorite is "Ode of Lime" by Yu Qian, a poet of the Ming Dynasty. This poem was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister and national hero of the Ming Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire is burning as if it were easy. I am not afraid of broken bones and broken bodies, but I want to leave my innocence in the world. The first sentence "Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains" describes the difficulty of mining limestone. 7. An essay about famous lines from ancient poetry describes the experience related to ancient poetry and the inspiration gained from it

Recommend you to read: The Beauty and Sorrow of Classical Poetry, "If Life Is Only Like the First Meeting".

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She is not limited to a literal understanding of classical poetry, nor is it a simple appreciation in the traditional sense, but a prose essay with a unique style and rich emotions. She uses a clear and sensual writing style, coupled with elegant and elegant illustrations, to depict the beautiful and touching historical love pictures behind scenes of classical poems, leading readers to listen to classic and shocking romantic past events.

Poets and lyricists highlight their unique talent and true temperament.

The talented man, the beautiful woman, the charming smile, the unrepentant awe, the tacit relief, make us suddenly understand in the mixture of sorrow and joy... 8. The title of an essay is: The inspiration given to me by a poem

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I was drowsily flipping through the boring "Complete Collection of Ancient Poems" and looking at it absently. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and an ancient poem jumped into my eyes: There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is another village with bright flowers on the willow bank.

Suddenly, all my sleepiness disappeared. I closed the book and couldn't calm down for a long time. "There are mountains and rivers and there is no path, and there is a village with dark willows and bright flowers."

This poem is great! It describes when a person encounters some failure or setback and gets into trouble and cannot extricate himself, but suddenly emerges from a desperate situation and new opportunities appear. I have had many such experiences. For example, once, the teacher asked us to make a scientific handwritten newspaper. This is my strength! I thought smugly.

I worked on it with great interest and joy for a long time. Finally, after my careful production, a beautiful scientific handwritten newspaper was born in my dexterous hands. I danced with joy and looked over the handwritten newspaper. The more I read, the more satisfied I became. However, I accidentally broke a small hole in the handwritten newspaper. This was terrible. I burst into tears and cursed. I am too clumsy.

However, this sadness did not last long. I saw the remaining sponge paper beside the table, and a solution suddenly came to me. I thought to myself: "I can use these papers to cut a bow and stick it on the hole! Well, this is a good way, hehe! So, I cut a beautiful bow from the sponge paper and stuck it on the hole. This not only covers up the small hole, but also makes it very beautiful.

Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone? "The ancient poem "The mountains and rivers are no longer clear, and the willows and flowers are bright and there is another village." This ancient poem gave me a lot of inspiration. Understand that people always fail, but another new opportunity often comes quickly. Remember, when people do not completely fail, the key is that when you fail, a new opportunity comes but you miss that opportunity. This is the biggest and biggest failure. 9. Write an essay inspired by the feelings that famous aphorisms or poems bring to you

Nothing in the world is difficult, only for those who are willing to do so

Dong Yu, a famous scholar in ancient my country, once said, "Nothing in the world is difficult." Difficult things only come to those who are determined.” It means that we must be determined to make progress, endure hardships, be unafraid of difficulties, and never give up! You have to persevere and do it, no matter what kind of difficulties you have, nothing can stop you. A small thing made me realize its meaning deeply.

It was a rope skipping test in a physical education class. My score was not very good, so I made up my mind to get a good score in the next exam. So, I practiced hard and spent all the time after finishing my homework practicing skipping rope. I imitated the movements of Cai Yitian, the skipping master in our class, shaking my wrists, tapping my toes, and jumping briskly. It felt great! However, there are still some movements that are not done properly: the shaking of the wrists and the straightening of the toes. I did it again and corrected those shortcomings. My movements became standard, my jumps became faster and faster, and my accuracy became higher. In this way, I got up early every morning and went to the balcony to jump rope. Slowly, the exam time approached, and my speed became very fast.

Finally, the time for the exam came, and we were all ready. Just hearing a whistle, I started to get into the state, recalling the essentials of the past few days in my mind. As time passed, the beat in my hands became faster. A whistle sounded, and everyone stopped in their hands. When Yitian, who was counting for me, said a number, I couldn't believe my ears. "127 times!" I succeeded! The joy and excitement of success suddenly came to my heart, and the efforts of the past few days were not in vain.

In this exam, I deeply realized the profound meaning of "Nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing to do it." There is nothing impossible in the world, as long as you persist to the end, endure hardships, and are willing to If you work hard, you can overcome any difficulty.