1. A 250-word essay on classic Chinese poetry
I was sitting in front of the window. There was still fighting at the border. When the commander gave an order, a group of soldiers roared and swarmed up to fight the enemy. Fight to the death.
In the war, the scene was blazing, people went through fire and water, and rushed forward regardless of their own safety. Many people died heroically, which made people heartbroken. I couldn't help but think of the wars we used to have.
At that time, the bright moon was still the bright moon that the border guards had looked up to during the Qin and Han Dynasties. It was still so bright and beautiful. The border pass there is still the border pass guarded by the border guards during the Qin and Han Dynasties, and it has not changed at all.
Since the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, there have been constant wars. The soldiers who have been separated from their relatives for a long time and have traveled long distances to guard the border lines have not yet been able to return. My hometown... Sigh... I'm thinking, if there are still flying generals like Li Guang in the Han Dynasty guarding the border here, guarding the border tightly, I think, if there are still, This way we can resist the barbarian cavalry and prevent them from crossing the Yinshan Mountains and going south to invade. Looking at the vast sky, the night is already dark... Why! Why should there be a war? People can only live once, but they easily ruined their lives because of their own ambitions! Could it be that the common people cannot live even a little ordinary life? I couldn't help but write a poem: "The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and they don't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains." and gave this poem. The poem is named "Out of the Fortress". 2. A 250-word essay about five years of ancient poetry
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Spring is here, and on a sunny day, the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli went there by boat to play. When he came to Anren, Yang Wanli immediately fell in love with this place. Everything here is revived, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the lakes and mountains are beautiful! In this charming scenery, Yang Wanli heard the children's laughter and couldn't help but look around and found two cute children sitting on a fishing boat on the river not far away. One was wearing a red bellyband and was clever and ghostly; Another slightly older child, wearing shorts and shorts, was pushing the boat forward slowly. After a while, the boat stopped slowly. The older children put away their pennies and stopped the oars. The boat stopped moving. Yang Wanli felt very strange and thought: What are they doing? At this time, he found a child holding an umbrella, but the weather was sunny and there was no rain. This made Yang Wanli wonder: What did they want to do? Puzzled. Yang Wanli couldn't help asking them: "What are you doing with the umbrella?" The child replied: "We want to save some energy and let the wind carry the boat forward. We are using the power of the wind. When the wind blows the umbrella, we can carry the boat The child is gone, hee hee!" Yang Wanli suddenly realized it and sighed: These two children are so smart.
On a cool summer night, the sound of wind broke the summer silence and the bright moon , hanging high in the night sky, spreading light to the world, even the laughter and laughter of the past are gone. The vast wilderness is covered with green grass and stretches for thousands of miles, like a green ocean. At a glance, it looks like an endless green carpet.
At this time, I haven’t seen the returning shepherd boy, but I heard the melodious sound of the shepherd boy’s flute first. His flute sound made people happy. It is intermittent and can make people feel comfortable and happy. The sound of the flute fluttering in the wind represents the happy mood of the shepherd boy. The sound of the shepherd boy's flute was getting closer and clearer.
It was already after dusk when the shepherd boy finished his dinner. He walked towards the grass while playing the flute with exquisite skills. He lay leisurely in the open air and admired the bright moon tonight, with 10,000 "It's so beautiful!" in his heart. The shepherd boy simply didn't take off his raincoat, not wanting to miss such a beautiful moon. The shepherd boy looked at the moon and teased the evening breeze with his flute. The shepherd boy thought again: If there was such a beautiful moon every day, I could let my friends come and enjoy it.
Although the shepherd boy has rested, he is still thinking about the moon tonight.
A crystal clear stream gurgling around the small village all year round. Both sides of the stream are covered with green grass and lotus leaves. The lotus leaves are crowded together, like big green discs. A gust of wind blew gently, and the lotus leaves danced gracefully. Look, a tall and graceful figure is reflected in the stream. Who is that? It turned out to be a big cypress tree in front of the stream! Next to the cypress tree, there is a low thatched house, with rattan climbing up the roof and bearing many large pumpkins. Behind the house is a lush pine forest. Looking around, there is still a large area of ????grass seedlings planted there! In the room, the white-haired grandfather and grandmother were whispering under the influence of wine. The old grandpa smiled and said to the old grandma: "You are getting younger and more beautiful!" When the old grandma heard this, she became happy and said: "Don't talk about this, did you do something wrong again today?" "Come back to flatter me?" At this time, the sun was already shining in the sky. The eldest son is very diligent and grows beans in the fields beside the stream.
Looking at the newly sprouted seedlings, the eldest son shook his sweat and said happily: "This year will definitely be a bumper harvest. In autumn, I want to give my parents and brothers a surprise!" The second son was sitting under the big cypress tree. Weaving a chicken coop! As he knitted, he thought: After the chicken coop is finished, the little roosters can live in it. This will be their safe and comfortable home! The youngest son was lying by the stream peeling lotus pods to eat, and muttering to himself: "I will bring some of the delicacies of the world to my parents and brothers!" Look, he was very busy! 3. 250 words of essay excerpts from homework poems
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Today, we went for a spring outing. It rained, so I held up an umbrella. The teacher said that tomorrow is the Qingming Festival. I remembered something An ancient poem: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road feel like they are dying. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village."
I remember another poem: "The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky. "The willows on the bank are drunk with the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites." This spring, I also went to fly kites. The sky was full of kites. My mother bought me a big tiger kite. I could fly it. Very, very high.
Another time, we were asked to memorize an ancient poem from extracurricular and draw it into a picture. What I drew was a line from "Journey to the West", "Poor bones by the Wuding River, still... "I am a woman in a spring boudoir dream". It depicts a poet with a long beard and shedding tears by the Wuding River.
I like reading ancient poems because they are very emotional, just like in Chinese class. , Teacher Guo would make gestures, shake his head and head, and read slowly: "Two or three miles away, there are four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers." 4. Poetry Accompanying My Growth Essay, 250 words
Poetry is everywhere in life. Innocent children's songs and simple folk songs often echo in our ears. Our country is a country of poetry. The earliest poetry collection, The Book of Songs, has a history of more than 2,000 years. Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu, Guo Moruo and many other great poets have emerged from ancient times. Their excellent poems have been praised by people from all over the world.
I am a "poetry maniac". I love poetry "crazy". Since I was three years old, my mother has read to me a book called "Children's Ancient Poems". When I first learned to speak at the age of four, I kept babbling. If you listen carefully, you can hear that it is "Ode to the Goose" by King Luo Bin. In second grade, I could recite more than a hundred poems. From then on, poetry became a hobby that I couldn't give up.
Summer mosquitoes are like thunder, and the voice of "The great rivers and rivers are gone to the east, and all the romantic figures of the ages..." are heard in the woods. This is because I have no way to express my feelings, so I have to remember poems to express them; exams If it's smashed, don't cry, shout out loudly, "Heaven has given great responsibility to this man..." I don't know why, using poetry to heal the pain in my heart has become my exclusive secret recipe.
I like Wang Wei's ethereal style, Du Fu's fresh style, and even more like Qu Yuan's spirit of insisting on integrity... In the dream, Li Bai and I drank and exchanged poems together, and rode horses to search for poems with Li He. ..."There is no way out after mountains and rivers, and there is a village with dark willows and flowers." I read out the confusion of being trapped in adversity and the joy of regaining the light; "The cutting continues, the reason is still chaotic, and there is a different feeling in my heart." I read out the story of the subjugation of the country. I feel the spirit of Mao Zedong. "Lord Grim, lying drunk on the battlefield, how many times have you fought in ancient times?" I felt the bold and bold character of the soldiers. "You will be a hero when you are born, and you will be a ghost when you die." I read Li Qingzhao's personality that is more courageous than a man...
Poetry is the paradise of my life! 5. Poetry composition, including poet, meaning, dynasty, and the whole poem, no less than 250 words
Looking at the snowy evening in the Tang Dynasty.
Jia Dao leans on his stick and looks at the clear snow. The stream clouds weigh tens of thousands. The woodcutter returns to his white house, the cold sun sets on the dangerous peak.
Wildfire burns the grass, and the smoke breaks down the stone pines. But on the way back to the mountain temple, I heard the twilight bell ringing.
Jia Dao failed in the imperial examination in Chang'an, so he and his younger brother Shi Wu stayed in Guifeng Caotang Temple in the southwest of Chang'an. The poem was written around this time.
The poem shows the common sentiments of the times, and it is also written about walking alone, in the cold silence of the empty mountain, showing a cold poetic style. The four-character title of the poem summarizes the content of the poem.
In the poem, there is snow, sunshine, evening, and hope. The picture unfolds in front of the reader step by step in the "hope". "Leaning on the stick and looking at the clear snow, the stream has tens of thousands of clouds."
As soon as I started writing, I clicked on the word "look". In the evening, when the snow was clear and the sky was clear, the poet took advantage of the pleasure to go on a trip, leaning on his cane and looking into the distance.
The distant mountains and close water make it look more beautiful and clean. As far as the eye can see, under the slanting light of the setting sun, clouds like fish scales rise above the stream, changing into various forms, almost as many as "ten thousand"! "The woodcutter returns to the white house, and the cold sun sets on the dangerous peaks." The words "return" and "down" outline the vitality and dynamics in the mountains.
In the snow-capped mountains, a woodcutter walked slowly down the mountain along a faint trail, returning to his hut covered in snow. Behind the white house is the gleaming sunset.
The mountain peaks look even more majestic in the evening light. The woodcutter returns to the white house for the first time, and the cold sun is about to set on the dangerous peak. The imitation of movement, stillness, light and color reveals the coldness of his poetic style.
The poet's sight moved to another angle. Over there, "Wildfire burns the grass, and the smoke breaks out the stone pines."
On the distant hills, weeds were burning. The strong pines are lush and green, and the mist at dusk seems to grow intermittently among the stone pines, while the proud ancient pines break through the smoke and tower into the sky.
"Wildfire" and "Breaking Smoke" are a pair of distant views, which are bright and dark, changing with the passage of time. "Gangcao" seems to be withered, but its vitality is particularly strong. How can "wild fire" burn it out? "Stone Pine" is strong and strong, and has a tall and pure image. How can "Broken Smoke" cover it up? The poet enjoyed the beautiful scenery after the snow far and wide. As night fell gradually, he could no longer linger.
"On the way back to the mountain temple, I heard the twilight bell." In this poetic environment full of mountain and wild charm, on the way home with his eyes full of entertainment, the poet clearly heard the clear and beautiful bell ringing in the mountain temple. It adds a richer poetic flavor. This closing stroke reveals the hidden feelings deep in the poet's soul.
A young man from Jia Dao became a monk. Although he later returned to secular life, he failed in many trials and his official career failed. Now, after losing his official position, he lived in an ancient temple on a deserted mountain. After a dusk tour, he felt like a tired bird returning to its nest. Listening to When I arrived at the evening bell of the mountain temple, I couldn't help but feel excited. "When you understand the past, you don't have to remonstrate, and you know that you can catch up with those who are coming. You are not far off when you are actually lost. You feel that what you are now is but what you were yesterday was not." (Tao Yuanming's "Return and Lai Ci"), the poet suddenly had the idea of ??Qu Tan's return.
Why do you understand "hearing and beating the Mu Tian Zhong" in this way? In the Guifeng Caotang Temple where this poem was written, Jia Dao once wrote a poem "Farewell to the Incompetent Man" to bid farewell to the incompetent person on his southern trip to the Xilin Temple in Lushan Mountain. The last two sentences go: "There will be a hazy appointment in the end. "Tiantai as a close neighbor." Although Jia Dao did not go to Tiantai Mountain to become a monk again and became a close neighbor to Wu Wu, he undoubtedly had this idea when he wrote the poem.
This should be an excellent reference for the meaning of the phrase "hearing the twilight bell". At the same time, the author noted under the poem "Walking alone in the shadow of the pond, counting the trees beside the breathing tree": "It took three years to get two sentences, and one chant brought tears to my eyes.
If you don't appreciate a good friend, "Return to my old mountain in autumn." These lines also express the idea of ??"returning to my old mountain" in expressing the bitterness and loneliness.
"Wearing the Dusk Bell" as the end of the poem also plays a wonderful role in enlivening the whole poem. The first six sentences are written in a meandering way, and the scenery is all quiet, just looking at the scenery.
After seven sentences, a clear dusk bell sounded, switching from sight to hearing. The sound of the bell not only awakened the poet who was silently admiring the scenery, but also made all the scenery in the first six sentences fly in response to the sound of the bell, making the whole poem full of color and liveliness.
After reading the last sentence and recalling the whole poem, I feel that it is vivid and vivid, with endless aftertaste. 6. The Story of Me and Poems Composition Two Hundred and Fifty Cross
Gorky said: "Reading a book is like opening a window to life."
Bacon said: "Reading gives people fun, gives people brilliance, and gives people talents."
I think: "Books are like mysterious gems, with infinite value hidden inside; books are the treasure house of knowledge, so that Ignorant people become erudite and talented; books are like loyal friends who will always help and support you silently when you encounter difficulties. "So, I love books, even to the point of obsession.
I vaguely remember that when I was very young, my mother would always hold me on her lap when she came back from get off work every day, holding a storybook in her hand, reading each story one by one. Tell me. I would always sit quietly and listen with relish, as if I was in the world described in the book. When my mother talks about wonderful things, I will clap my hands vigorously. At that moment, my mother will always look at me with relief...
When I was in the second grade, I had the first text book of my own. Book - Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. That night, I was concentrating on my homework. My mother handed a book to me. I took a closer look and saw a mysterious picture painted on the cover of the book: a Frankenstein wearing glasses, sitting in a strange fish-shaped ship and laughing. . Several groupers with colorful stripes all over their bodies were swimming around the strange ship, seeming to be sizing up this uninvited guest who had broken into their world. I was immediately deeply attracted by it. I immediately grabbed the book from my mother's hand, opened the book and started reading. Whatever the homework is, put it aside for now. The strange fish in the book, the brave and witty Captain Nemo, has become everything to me at this time. I don’t know how much time passed, but I suddenly heard my mother’s voice: “Chenchen, have you finished your homework?” It was only then that I remembered that my homework had not been finished yet. After finishing my homework in a hurry, I The book was secretly brought under the covers. It was late at night and the house was quiet. I gently opened the book again, and continued to wander the wonderful underwater world with Captain Nemo in the book...
When I woke up the next day, I found that the book was still firmly in my mind Holding the ground to the chest. For the next few weeks, that book accompanied me to school during the day and to bed at night. He literally became a part of my life.
Ever since I came into contact with the book "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", my love for books has been out of control. I can't wait to enter the world of books. The book showed me more than I imagined. It was a fantasy world that was completely different from the real world. That world was richer and more wonderful than the real world. "One Thousand and One Nights", "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "A Hundred Thousand Whys", "Insects"..., like a whirlpool, they sucked me to the bottom of the sea of ??books, and I couldn't surface for a long time.
Books accompany me through happy times! Books will become my lifelong friends! 7. "Reading Stories" is a 250-word essay with famous quotes. It made me develop the habit of reading = what to read.
Youth is a symphony, with passion and hope in the notes; youth is a painting Impression painting, dotted and dyed with vitality and unrestrainedness. Youth is like a river flowing eastward, rippling under the brilliance of the morning sun; youth is a colorful ship, sailing in the baptism of wind and rain. Youth needs to be dressed up with classics.
When I was feeling depressed after failing the exam, Mencius’ famous saying flashed before my eyes: “Therefore, when Heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to a person, he must first suffer his mind, strain his muscles and bones, and deplete his body before walking. mess with what they do." It made me understand that failure is not terrible. As long as you keep moving forward, you will eventually win. It’s the classics that cheer me up again!
When I had a dispute with a friend, Confucius' teachings rang in my ears: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." It made me realize that we should allow different voices to criticize. Only by pushing yourself and others forward can you gain friendship. It’s the classics that make me happy again!
When I was pessimistic and frustrated after losing the election, Wang Bo’s heroic words, “When you are old, you will be strong, and you will rather move your heart to a gray head; when you are poor, you will be strong, and you will not fall into the clouds.” Setbacks cannot stop me from moving forward. It is the classics that keep me strong.
In youth, we begin to plan our lives, and classics are our spiritual mentors; in youth, we begin to enrich our emotions, and classics are good friends of our souls.
Among the pre-Qin scholars, Confucius taught me to have a heart of benevolence and value peace; Mencius taught me to cultivate a righteous spirit and govern the world; Mozi taught me to gush out a passionate heart to help others. Suffering; Han Fei showed me a pair of cold eyes, facing life; Laozi made me first understand the artistic outlook on life; Xunzi made me read about scientific enterprising spirit.
With these mentors, youth is no longer confused.
The book not only contains golden houses and Yan Ruyu, but also a profound and calm world. With books as companions, we can stand on the "shoulders of giants" and survey the peaks of thought. "The Analects of Confucius" gave me behavioral etiquette and philosophy of life; "Zhuangzi" made me wander around the world with infinite freedom; "The Book of Songs" allowed me to be playful and temperate, and my thoughts were innocent; "Historical Records" taught me the rise and fall of honor and disgrace. Dynasties change... Every book embodies human wisdom, carries the fruits of civilization, and passes on the fire of culture.
I would especially like to mention Li Qingzhao here. She was born into an official family, and her scholarly family background enabled her to read poetry and books. During her teenage years, she was "fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing! A sea of ??gulls and herons were startled." When she was a young woman, she was "thinner than a yellow flower", which made her as unique as a plum blossom, standing proudly in that special era. Just like plum blossoms, her beauty only explodes in dazzling cold weather. "How can the word "worry" and "Be a hero in life and a ghost in death", which are concerned about the country and the people, were created by a weak woman, and the peerless elegance of plum blossoms is self-evident. Li Qingzhao was very lucky. Because of the tolerance of her family and her husband, she had a freedom that many women of that era did not have - studying. Years of accumulation gave birth to amazing talent, and at the time of extraordinary events, her name was finally left in history, recording her unparalleled elegance in black and white. 8. Is reading ancient poetry good for us? A 250-word essay
I love ancient poetry. I love Chinese, and I prefer classical Chinese. Classical Chinese is one of my favorite types of ancient poetry, and my favorite type of ancient poetry is ancient poetry. .
The reason why I like ancient poetry may be because of my cousin. When I was a child, my cousin loved Chinese. She liked ancient Chinese very much. You may not think that her favorite was classical Chinese, but she used to recite ancient poems to me. My cousin not only recited poems, but also told me about the general poetic meaning and meaning of ancient poems. The artistic conception depicted.
Those ancient poems are not only beautiful in verses, but also in the artistic conception they depict. "Huang Si's maiden's house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles and Cha Cha cao at ease." This is "Looking Alone by the River" written by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. "Flowers", I still remember the general poetic meaning my cousin told me at that time: walking along the river, I saw the flowers on the path in front of Huang Si's mother's house, bending the branches. They were so bright and beautiful! Even the lovely butterflies were reluctant to leave and danced among the flowers. The free little orioles were also singing for the flowers: "So beautiful! So beautiful!" Listening to the poetry narrated by my cousin, I imagined that This beautiful pastoral style is so beautiful, it is like a fairyland on earth! Gradually, I discovered that poetry, poetry, and artistic conception alone were far from being able to satisfy my thirst for knowledge.
I began to investigate and understand the poet in every possible way. "The light of the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished.
Looking at the green mountains and rivers of Dongting in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate." This is "Looking at Dongting" written by Liu Yuxi, a writer and philosopher in the Tang Dynasty 》.
Liu Yuxi, whose courtesy name was Mengde, was from Luoyang (now Luoyang, Henan). The content of Liu Yuxi's poems is rich in fighting color and rich in life. His language is popular and fresh, and he is good at using Bixing techniques to convey political content. He is an important poet in the poetry circle of the Tang Dynasty and is known as a "Poetry Hero".
Liu Yuxi and Liu Zongyuan were ranked Jinshi together and had many contacts, so they were known as "Liu Liu". They also had a deep friendship with Bai Juyi, and the world collectively called him and Bai Juyi "Liu Bai". His works include "Collected Works of Liu Mengde".
Such beautiful and magnificent ancient poetry not only allowed me to cultivate my own sentiments, but also increased my knowledge of Chinese language. It really killed two birds with one stone! I love ancient poetry. 9. I want a beautiful article with ancient poems, more than 200 words, no more than 230 words. It should be more beautiful, and it should be leisurely reading about mountains and rivers, calm and honest; water, smart and intelligent... The benevolent people are happy in the mountains. , The wise man enjoys water. Mountains are endless; mountains are steep and tall; mountains are the towering Kunlun Mountains; mountains are the Himalayas... Mountains are majestic and majestic, reminding people of the Five Mountains; mountains are novel and beautiful, reminding people of Emei... ...The mountain is like a sage who is admired by all people. Calmness is his nature, interpreting the majesty of life, the breadth of life, the solemnity of life, the solemnity of life... The mountain is like a great man who is admired by everyone. Kindness is his nature True character, he gave the white snow of Tanggula Mountain, the hot springs of Huangshan Mountain, the sea of ??clouds, the welcoming pines... the mountains, believing that silence is golden. He is speechless, has no complaints, no regrets, no way to go, no way to go, but in the dark , but never-endingly interprets moving myths and the most beautiful scenery for the world. The benevolent are happy in the mountains. Water Chapter Laozi said: "The best is like water." Confucius said: "The dead are like this." Li Bai has a poem: "You don't see it. The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky..." Li Yu has a poem: "Ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward." Water is the way of the wise, praised, and felt... Water is agile, Jia Baoyu once said: "A daughter is like water." Shui Shangzhi, the nine twists and turns also merged into the sea, and got a beautiful destination. Unbreakable, this is not cowardice, but a judgment of the situation. Water chose wisely. Another road to success in life. Water has seen the majestic bells and tripods of the Han Dynasty, the boat painting workshops of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the ruins of the late Qing Dynasty... Water guards its integrity because she is agile and agile. It is the source of her vitality. "I take a long breath to cover my tears, lamenting the hardships of the people's lives." The water of Poluo contains Qu Zi's sigh and despair; "I heard the water of Dongting in the past, and now I go to Yueyang Tower." The water of Dongting contains Zuo Shiyi sheds tears of concern for the country and its people. Water protects its magnanimity because it is agile, and agility is the foundation of its existence. The wise are happy with water. "Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city." "The cold mountains turn green, The autumn water is murmuring slowly." "Three mountains are half-fallen outside the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Egret Island." Mountains are calm and honest; water is agile and intelligent. The complementation of the characters of mountains and water creates the beauty of life in the world. Full marks for my essay. . 10. How to write a 250-word essay on "Poetry and Me"
A few days ago, when I had nothing to do, I talked about the beautiful and vivid poetry with my mother.
I picked up the poetry collection, found one of my favorite poems, and recited it in a slow and slow tone. After the recitation, my mother gave me warm applause.
The mother exclaimed: "My daughter read so well! This poem is indeed well written. Every sentence and word is full of innocence, childlike interest and childlike innocence. 'Children are born poets' Ah! "My mother's words reminded me of a little story: Someone asked "What is a shooting star?"
The children’s answer was: Fireflies flying from far and wide! The elves from the alien planet, their eyes are very bright at night! The answer from college students is: Meteors are meteorites. When they fall into the atmosphere from space, they are very fast, so they rub against the air and burn and emit light. They are very similar to stars, so they are called meteors. The university professor's words were even more rigorous, and he also added the difference between meteorites and meteorites! After telling the story, I proudly asked my mother: "Whose answer do you think is the best?" My mother pondered for a while and said: "Of course the child's answer is wonderful, full of mystery, and gives people unlimited space for imagination.
If you like poetry so much, why don’t you write it yourself and experience the joy brought by childlike innocence? "My mother also read with me the article in the "Qianjiang Evening News" about the 9-year-old Zhuji boy who won the Bingxin Composition Award. "Mom is Back", as well as interesting exercises from the "composition world" in newspapers. After reading these articles, I realized: Just write down your feelings! My confidence grew.
My mother also gave me a beautiful little book as my first collection of poems. I started writing poetry! After each time I finish writing, I read the connected and well-proportioned verses, and my heart seems to fly into the air - great! In this way, I love poetry even more.
Gradually, reading poetry has become a habit of mine. I would rather eat without meat than live without "poetry"! I want to use poetry to describe the scenery around me, the things around me, the people around me, the things around me...Write it down and use it as a bankbook to let the childlike innocence shine forever.