I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. Anyway, I just want to see everything. My three bookcases are full. Among them, I like reading ancient poems best, and "Xing" is my favorite one.

In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, and the red leaves are covered with fields and hillsides. Clusters of red leaves on the branches of maple trees are like clouds of fire. The mountain road twists and turns and stretches into the distance. Several families can be faintly seen on the mountain. They stood there, and every family was smoking.

"Dangdang Dangdang" There was a rush of hooves in the distance. After a while, I saw a carriage coming here, and the famous poet Du Mu sat on it. Du Mu was attracted by the beautiful scenery. When he got off the bus, he couldn't help admiring the vibrant scene: it was so beautiful. Du Mu was fascinated by it, and even reached the state of selflessness. At this time, it seems that there is no time, no one, and it is a single world. Finally, the poet couldn't help reciting this poem: in the distance, the stone path of the cold mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Finally, he couldn't restrain his mood and walked into the maple grove excitedly. The poet wore a white dress, and the red of the maple tree matched the white of the dress. This beautiful red leaf is simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.

I like poetry because it can make us enjoy beauty.

One of my favorite ancient poems-Compassion for Peasants

When I was in kindergarten, I learned many ancient poems, such as: Ode to a Wanderer by Meng Jiao, My Hometown Book by He ... Among them, my favorite ancient poem is Compassion for Farmers by Li Shen. At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see a farmer's uncle hoeing the ground at noon in the scorching sun. The hoe is getting heavier and heavier, and the farmer's uncle is getting tired. Sweat ran down his face, soaked his clothes and dripped to the ground. What a difficult picture! It is precisely because of the hard work of farmers' uncles that we can eat so many rich foods every day, including delicious rice, delicious steamed bread and all kinds of fruits and vegetables ... but my mother told me that there are still many people in the world who can't eat because of disasters, wars and other reasons. They endured hunger and pain, and some people starved to death. How tragic! Compared with them, how happy our life is! But some children don't cherish this hard-won luck. When they eat, they waste food and pick and choose, and rice grains fall everywhere. Some children even secretly dump food, alas! Really wrong! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish the food!" " "

One of my favorite ancient poems.

I have read countless poems since I was a child. Many people like to use poetry to express their feelings, wishes, thoughts of their loved ones and parting from their friends. Among the poems and songs I have read, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is impressive:

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.

In the poem, the author embodies the infinite love of a great mother, who thinks she is loving, simple and great.

Now, we take care of our mothers for granted. We can't understand their good intentions and sometimes even yell at them, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently. They have no regrets about what their children have done.

I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" in May 12, a mother leaned against the collapsed building in the ruins and protected her 3-4-month-old child under her. Because of the mother's protection, the child fell asleep unharmed and quietly. When the ambulance personnel untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a sentence written on the screen: Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember my love for you. Although this mother's great achievements are household names, does anyone who knows them feel anything? Mothers can give up their lives for their children, as mothers all over the world do.

When I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured me water and stayed by the bed. Under the care of maternal love, she recovered quickly. When I woke up, I was moved to tears when I saw my mother not sleeping by the bed all night.

In retrospect, when I failed in the exam, my mother didn't scold me, but gave me the correct answer to the wrong question. When I held the written report card in my hand, she smiled, very pleased and happier than me.

Looking back on these years, my mother accompanied me every day. No matter what the weather is like, she always holds my hand; No matter what happens, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; No matter how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, she always spends it with me. ……

Once, I hated my mother. Why is it so cruel? Why don't you hug me in the mud? Why didn't you teach me how to deal with setbacks before? Why are you so persistent that you don't persuade me to give up and not rest in silence? ...

Now, I don't hate my mother, but I am grateful to her. She never holds me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs; Never depressed, money taught me to deal with it, because it wanted me to appreciate life; Never ask me to give up, but teach me to persist in silence.

Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; Thank you/kloc-for walking with me every day for 0/5 years ...

But how much love does this inch of grass have? Reported three spring scenery.

One of my favorite poems 2

China is a country of poetry. Since ancient times, countless great poets have emerged in China: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi ... These resounding names have long been deeply engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works have been told by later generations through the ages. My favorite is Yu Qian's Poem of Lime.

This poem was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister and national hero in Ming Dynasty. The full text of the poem is like this: a thousand hammers cut out a deep mountain, and the fire burned like crazy. I am not afraid of broken bones, but I want to leave my innocence in the world. The first sentence, "It's not easy to dig limestone". The second sentence "If the fire burns, it will make people feel that they are not only writing about burning limestone, but also symbolize that people with lofty ideals will take their time no matter what severe tests they face. The third sentence "not afraid of broken bones and powder" vividly describes the process of burning limestone into lime, and "not afraid" implies the spirit of not afraid of sacrifice. And the last sentence "keep innocent in the world" is the author's sincere emotion and determination to be an innocent person.

This poem is a poem that expresses one's feelings by borrowing things. Every sentence is written in lime, in fact, every sentence is written by people. The first two sentences are about the characteristics of lime, and the words "if you are idle" express the author's fearless spirit in the face of difficulties. The last sentence shows the noble character of Shan Xin's glorious history. With these crosses, the author profoundly embodies the noble quality of loyalty to the country and sets an example for people.

When I first read this poem, my heart was full of blood, and I was deeply attracted by this heroism. When words such as "tempered", "in full swing" and "broken bones" came into my eyes, what I felt inside was fearless spirit and heroism.

As a minister of the Ming Dynasty, the author Yu Qian set an example, serving the country faithfully and being innocent. He compared himself to this atmospheric quatrain. His language is clear and profound, and his people and poems are immortal. This poem expresses that a person should be as firm and unyielding as lime, even if he is "battered by thousands of blows", "burned to death" and "broken bones", he is fearless, just to leave innocence on earth. This is also an overrated quality worth learning from each of us: to be innocent.

This is one of my favorite poems-Lime Lyrics.

People, the date of birth and death is unknown. The word "Gaobo" has a long history, so it is called Zhang Changshi. I like to drink, often write books after getting drunk, or write books with my hair soaked in ink. The world calls them "Zhang Dian", together with Li Bai, He, Li, Li Jin, Cui Zongzhi, and Jiao Sui, they are also called the Eight Immortals in Wine. He is good at regular script and cursive script, especially cursive script. His calligraphy is unique and original. The regular script "Notes on nirvana in fire" adopts the brushwork of Ou Yangxun and Yu Shinan, which is dignified and rigorous, without losing the rules, showing the exquisiteness of regular script. "Xuanhe Shupu" commented: "Its name is based on jumping grass, and as for small cursive script, it does not reduce the beauty of cursive script. Although there are many strange things in his cursive script, he seeks its origin, and there are all people in the painting who cannot be disciplined. "

His calligraphy originated from the "two kings" and is original and innovative. His regular script is accurate. The rules are extreme, and Huang Gu is called "the first in the Tang Dynasty". If his regular script is more inheritance than creation, then his cursive script is a great innovation and development in calligraphy. Han Yu said, "Xu is good at cursive writing, but he can't cure his book." Change is like ghosts and gods, so don't be arrogant. " Du Fu wrote in Song of the Eight Immortals: "Zhang Xu's three cups of grass are sacred. He waved his paper like a cloud before taking off his hat to reveal the top of the maharaja. " He can sublimate the art of calligraphy to the artistic realm of expressing calligraphers' thoughts and feelings with abstract points and lines. In the art of calligraphy, his handwriting seems strange but not strange. The key is that the pen for stippling completely conforms to the traditional rules. It can be said that he used traditional techniques to express his personality and became a creative calligrapher worthy of his own time in calligraphy. Broad, fresh and unrestrained, far more than the previous calligraphers' works, with a strong flavor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Xu is unrestrained, likes to drink, often dances after getting drunk, and then returns to the table with a pen and ink.

Some people called him rude and gave him a crazy nickname. In fact, he is very careful. He believes that everything he touches in his daily life can inspire his writing. To get something occasionally is to melt it into your own calligraphy.

At that time, as long as people got a piece of his paper, they all regarded it as a treasure, and it was hereditary and true. At that time, Zhang Xu had a neighbor and his family was very poor. I heard that Zhang Xu was very generous, so I wrote to Zhang Xu, hoping to get his support. Zhang Xu sympathized with his neighbor, so he said in his letter: You only need to say that this letter was written by Zhang Xu, and the asking price can be several hundred gold. Neighbors sold letters in the street according to his words and sold them out in less than half a day. The neighbors are happy to go home, and thank Zhang Xu very much. At that time, people called Zhang Xu's cursive script, Li Bai's poems and Fei Min's sword dance "Three Musts".

His cursive script includes nirvana in fire's Annotations, Abdominal Pain Post and Four Ancient Poems, which are quite famous.

1, "Abdominal Pain Post": single engraved post. No money. Cursive script, 6 lines and 30 words. This post is full of twists and turns, both rigid and flexible, from the inside out, ever-changing, elegant colors, and very official.

2. "Four Ancient Poems": Moshu. There is no money to make Dong Qichang Zhang. Cursive script, this post is vigorous and magnificent, and the brushwork is vertical and easy. Dong Qichang commented: "There is a cliff fall and a whirlwind rain."

One of my favorite poems.

Today, under the caress of teacher Qiu, I once again walked into the world of my own poetry, intoxicated by it.

In ancient times, many people with lofty ideals left one touching poem after another. Among these vast poems, my favorite is a poem written by Yue Fei, a famous anti-gold star, called "Man Jiang Hong".

"Angry, leaning against the fence and resting in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and months ... "Be furious and rush to the crown, climbing the aperture alone. Look up at the sky. With a long whistle, the heart of serving the country arises spontaneously. More than 30 years of fame, such as dust, eight thousand miles of life through many storms. Jing Kangdi was also captured by the Jin people. With great ambition, I vowed to destroy the Golden Man and bring back the news of victory.

In ancient times, our nation was bullied by other nations, and in modern times, the Chinese nation was insulted by western powers as the sick man of East Asia. However, the sons and daughters of China have not lowered their noble heads because they also have the patriotic feelings like General Yue Fei!

They translated a touching patriotic story with their own blood. There are many patriotic heroes like Zhan Tianyou and Qian Xuesen.

Zhan Tianyou, the great patriotic engineer. When he witnessed with his own eyes how those hateful imperialist countries bullied and abused our country, he made up his mind to build a 200-kilometer railway to win glory for the motherland. Sure enough, many things happen. He showed his achievements to the imperialists with his wisdom, talent and selfless working attitude. At the same time, it also attacked the ignorance of those imperialists.

And the great patriotic scientist Qian Xuesen. In order to serve the motherland, which is enduring imperialist bullying, he resolutely went abroad and returned to China to serve after his studies. When he returned to China, he was blocked by many foreigners, but no one could stop him from returning to his motherland.

These modern people with lofty ideals all have a passionate patriotism and the same quality of loyalty to the country as Yue Fei!

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning against the railing and resting in the rain ..." This poem reverberates in my heart for a long time, always inspiring us to study hard. In the future, we will become the eagle soaring in the sky, the pillar of the country, make the motherland more perfect and make it shine like a brilliant star forever!

My favorite poem 5

I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. Anyway, I just want to see everything. My three bookcases are full. Among them, I like reading ancient poems best, and "Xing" is my favorite one.

In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, and the red leaves are covered with fields and hillsides. Clusters of red leaves on the branches of maple trees are like clouds of fire. The mountain road twists and turns and stretches into the distance. Several families can be faintly seen on the mountain. They stood there, and every family was smoking.

"Dangdang Dangdang" There was a rush of hooves in the distance. After a while, I saw a carriage coming here, and the famous poet Du Mu sat on it. Du Mu was attracted by the beautiful scenery. When he got off the bus, he couldn't help admiring the vibrant scene: it was so beautiful. Du Mu was fascinated by it, and even reached the state of selflessness. At this time, it seems that there is no time, no one, and it is a single world. Finally, the poet couldn't help reciting this poem: in the distance, the stone path of the cold mountain is oblique, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Finally, he couldn't restrain his mood and walked into the maple grove excitedly. The poet wore a white dress, and the red of the maple tree matched the white of the dress. This beautiful red leaf is simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.

I like poetry because it can make us enjoy beauty.

Maternal love is also very classic, it is poetry!

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Poetry is the enjoyment of beauty; Poetry is a happy experience; Poetry is the garden of imagination. A poem represents the whimsy of the author's inner world. A poem can tell us the truth, goodness and beauty between people. A poem can reveal people's moral cultivation ... Poetry can tell us too much.

Poets of all ages used poems to express their feelings, and thousands of poems are classics, which make people memorable. Among the pre-Qin philosophers, we read a kind of love to build harmony from Confucius; In Mencius, we read a stream of benevolence and righteousness to rule the world; We read again in Mozi that we are eager to help the suffering people; We read a pair of cold eyes from Han Feizi and face life directly; We also read the dialectics of life and the artistic outlook on life from Laozi ... Zhuangzi's poems are also classics.

The Tang Dynasty was the heyday of poetry, and most famous poets came from this dynasty-Li Bai, Du Fu and Du Mu ... Among many poems, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is my favorite.

The thread in the loving mother's hand,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

Every time I recite it, there seems to be a picture in my mind: my brave son is sitting in a humble hut reading a book. Not far away, the old mother with silver hair is burying her head and hunching her back, sewing clothes for her son who is about to travel under the faint soybean oil lamp. Every dense needle contains a mother's incomparable deep love for her son. Every line represents a mother's sincere love for her son. This thick maternal love is poured into this thread. In the depths of the ocean, when will the selfless love of the mother and her children be rewarded as a son? As the saying goes, "an inch of grass has a lot of affection, and I get three spring rays."

Motherly love is not only selfless, but also great! Maternal love is like water, so cool; Maternal love is as white as snow; Maternal love is like rain, nourishing young hearts; Motherly love is like the sun, shining her young life with her simplest love; Motherly love is like the wind, gently stroking every lovely little face. Motherly love is like four seasons, sowing love in spring, cultivating love in summer, harvesting love in autumn and storing love in winter. Motherly love is the sun in spring, shining the flowers of the motherland; Motherly love is summer rain, which "douses" the heat and brings coolness; Maternal love is a big tree in autumn, full of rich fruits; Motherly love is the fire in winter, which ignites the passion in winter!

Maternal love is priceless and selfless. Just like Meng Jiao's poems, so charming and unforgettable!

Maternal love is also very classic, it is poetry! I will cherish it all my life.

I like this poem.

Source: Network Resources 2009-12-0418: 03: 04

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"The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children come back early from school, and they are busy putting paper in the east wind. " This is the village residence written by the poet Gao Ding, and it is also my favorite poem. Why? Because this poem is a picturesque scene when spring comes, it is intoxicating and imaginative. Moreover, the author vividly writes the children's innocence and liveliness, as if it appeared in front of our eyes.

On this day, the poet Gao Ding walked out of the house and took a walk on the country road. He saw a pair of orioles flying to the branches. You peck me, I peck you. How affectionate! I can't help thinking of the happy scenes when I was playing with my companions when I was a child. At this time, a piece of catkin from the spring breeze slowly fell before his eyes, and the willows on the shore danced with the wind, which was really fascinating and amazing. Suddenly, there was a silvery laughter in the distance. who is it? Gao Ding couldn't help wondering. Looking back, alas, it turned out that the children next door were flying kites! Why don't they do their homework after school? These naughty boys! Look, as they trot, they slowly let go of the line. Skillful movements make people want to play. The yellow butterfly kite flies higher and higher, as if flapping its big wings and saying, "look how high I fly!" Even birds can't compare with me. " Time passed quickly, and it was dusk in a blink of an eye. The children's parents went out to look for them. Several children said goodbye reluctantly, and one of them kept saying, "God bless, it will be sunny tomorrow, let's fly kites again!" " "

The poet Gao Ding felt very comfortable when he saw all this, so he wrote this poem "Village Residence". This poem is lively and easy to understand, and has been widely circulated since then, even children can recite it.

One of my favorite poems.

"Weeding was noon that day, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard? " Whenever I read this ancient poem, I will think of the snow-white rice and the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

Last summer vacation, my father and I returned to our hometown. I harvested rice at my grandmother's house and experienced the hard and happy working life of farmers' uncles.

Every morning at dawn, the adults and children in the village get up. They hurried to the golden rice fields under the sunrise and began to work in a hurry. Suddenly, the "brushing" sound of the sickle cutting the wheat valley, the "buzzing" sound of the pedal stripper, the occasional laughter of adults, the crisp singing of children and the singing of birds converge into a touching symphony. I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and music.

Although the cool breeze blows gently, the busy farmers are soon sweating like a pig. They didn't wipe their sweat, but they still worked tirelessly. Children about my age, even younger than me, are picking up ears of rice in the field. I joined them and became their friends.

The sun climbed overhead and roasted the rice fields severely, and everyone was soaked. The adults told the children to go back, but they still insisted on working. A cart of rice from Huang Chengcheng was transported to the threshing floor, and the pole was bent. The voice of "creaking" seems to say, "At noon on the day of weeding, sweat drips down the soil, and every grain of Chinese food is hard"!

Under the scorching sun, the farmer's uncle sweated and hoed the ground, lamenting that food was hard to come by, and indirectly telling people to cherish food.

A poem I like.

I have memorized more than 300 poems since I went to school, but I like the poem "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" best. Because the title of this poem is very attractive. Spring, river, flowers, moon and night embody the most beautiful scenes in life.

Moonlit Night on a Spring River is the longest poem I have ever recited, with about 270 words. This was written by Zhang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. "Lian Haiping Chunjiang tide, the bright moon tide at sea. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. This poem is about the mighty spring tide, which is connected with the sea in the night sky. It seems that the boundary between heaven and earth is not so obvious. There is only one line, which is the boundary between heaven and earth. The moonlight shines on the water by the river, winding around the flowery Yuan Ye. The moonlight shines on the trees full of flowers, like fine snow beads. Looking at the river from a distance, a fishing boat floated in from a distance with its lights on. The river and the sky have become the same color, so white that even the sand on the beach can't be seen, only a bright solitary moon is hanging high in the air. Which vagrant is drifting on the boat tonight? Where is someone lovesick upstairs under the bright moon?

This is a very beautiful and excellent long poem. It has created several firsts in the poems I recited, and it is also the only poem I recited describing the night river. Among them, I like the words "Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born in the sea" best. The author writes beautifully, and these firsts fully prove the beauty and uniqueness of this river.

This poem is not only beautiful, but also describes the astronomical level at that time. At that time, people in the Tang Dynasty had discovered the relationship between the moon and the tides. It is the phrase "Lian Haiping is in the spring tide and the bright moon is born in the sea" that inspired me.

Moonlit Night on the Spring River is not only a long poem, but also a song, which is the dance music of the Tang Dynasty court.

Although I have recited many poems in recent years, I still like this one best. Because this poem is long and difficult to recite, it gives people a kind of pressure, but it can temper their will. This reminds me of a famous saying: What's difficult in the world? For it, it is easy and difficult; If you don't do it, it's hard for easy people. Didn't I recite "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" to reflect this sentence?