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. "Even the sea level spring 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 "even spring tide in the sea, bright moon tide on 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 prove this sentence?
You must have learned long songs. . . . . . . Among the poems I have studied, one I like is Long Songs. This poem is a famous song of Han Yuefu, and it can still be recited completely now: sunflowers in the green garden are basking in the sun; In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant; I am often afraid that the autumn festival will come and the yellow leaves will wither; A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. It means: on the green vegetables, crystal dew is waiting for the sunshine ... If you don't work hard when you are young, you will only be sad in vain when you are old. Advise people to cherish time, work hard while it is early, and don't wait until they are old to sigh. A French celebrity named Baudelaire once said, "Time sucks our lives dry, and this shadowless enemy eats our hearts, sucks our blood dry and nourishes our brains." . Yes! Time is like running water, gone forever. But many people don't cherish time and let it fly. I also want to study hard now, watch less TV and read more books. Learn well, play well and increase efficiency. Happy growth and learning progress are what I want. Learn from our ancestors and be a useful person. A long song is my favorite poem, my most unforgettable poem and my most inspired poem!
2. Writing composition: one of my favorite ancient poems. I like many poems, but my favorite is "the mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the flowers are bright and the village is bright."
This poem. Because this poem makes me understand that there is nothing impossible in the world, and there is always a solution to everything.
Once, I was doing a math problem by myself, and I overcame many obstacles all the way. Just when I was in high spirits, I suddenly came up with a difficult math problem. I used a pen to calculate and calculate on paper, and I calculated and calculated, but I brought it to the question to check. This is not right! I racked my brains, but I still can't figure it out.
"ah! Ask your brother! He must know how to write! Why should I waste brain cells? " I said to myself. But then I thought, "No! You can't ask him! If I ask him, he will dig at me again! Forget it, or think about it yourself! " At this time, "There is no way to return, and there is another village."
This poem. Yes! There must be a solution to everything.
I read the Olympic math problem again. Sometimes I close my eyes and meditate, and sometimes I write on draft paper.
I finally had an idea. I continued to calculate along that line of thought and then brought the answer into the formula.
"Ha ha! It' s really' there is no doubt that there is another village'. Ah! " I shouted excitedly.
Like "the mountains and rivers are boundless, there is no road, and there is a village." I like this poem, not only because it is a famous sentence, but also because it makes me understand that when God closes a window, he will always open another window for you.
Let me regain my confidence when I am about to give up.
3. My favorite poetry composition grew up and I read countless poems. Many people like to use poetry to express their feelings, wishes, thoughts of their loved ones and parting from their friends. Among the poems 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.
My favorite poem is 400 words. You must know the poem "grass"! This ancient poem is one of my favorite poems! Let me tell you one of my favorite ancient poems! My favorite ancient poem is "The mountain fire never dies, but the spring breeze blows high".
Do you know why I like it? Let me tell you something! Because: "Wildfire never burns them completely" means: No matter how ruthless wildfire burns, although the grass is burned out, it can't burn the roots of the grass. Yes, sacrifices and losses must be paid, and the hero is the coronation of the warrior who got out of trouble.
Sima Qian and Shi Sheng, for their own beliefs, resolutely walked out of the corner and eventually became "the swan song of historians and the rhyme Li Sao." "Spring breeze blows high" means that the grass only needs to call for a gentle spring breeze with a gentle voice, and when the wind blows, it miraculously revives and thrives.
This shows that grass has tenacious vitality. So I hope that no matter what difficulties I encounter, I will not give up. As long as there is hope in our hearts, we will succeed, and we can't give up hope. Wildfire never devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze.
The ancient poem tells me, "No matter what difficulties we encounter, we should face them bravely and try to overcome them." Perhaps this is the main reason why I like this ancient poem.
5. Writing on the topic of my favorite ancient poem since childhood. We have learned countless ancient poems since primary school, but my favorite one is Meng Jiao's You Ziming.
I think he embodies a loving, simple and great mother's infinite love for her children.
Life is not as poor as it used to be, and children now don't appreciate their mothers' love for their children, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently.
For example, in the Nanjing 7.3 1 air crash, when people were cleaning up the scene, they found a young mother named Gong Hongmei holding a nine-month-old baby in her hand. Among more than 20 survivors, the baby was the least injured. "During the Tangshan earthquake, when people were cleaning up, they found a mother cutting blood vessels and feeding blood to the baby."
Seeing such a question shocked my soul. At a critical moment, the mother's only thought is to protect her children. Even her blood and life can be sacrificed. What is there to keep? After being influenced by this great maternal love, I can't help asking the world, do we all want to go back to our mother?
I don't expect the kindness of parenting and gratitude, and try to straighten out human feelings, but on the contrary, I read from the newspaper:
News 1: A man developed in the city and refused to bear the responsibility of supporting his mother on the grounds of giving up the inheritance right of old houses in rural areas. I don't know if such people remember that mothers bargain like this when raising their sons. If you forget everything, do you remember the flesh and blood that wrapped the dirty soul?
News 2: There is a kind of scenery in the countryside. Big houses are built next to small houses, mostly for the convenience of elderly parents. It goes without saying that the big house has been occupied by their children in advance. I wonder if these children have studied thoroughly. Your parents raised you through hardships, and now you are old and weak. Besides this house bought with sweat, is there anything else to squeeze? News 3: After studying abroad, a student is unwilling to return to China and stay in other places, because the motherland is obviously richer than the West. I want to ask such a person, have you ever eaten the milk of the rich in the west? Don't you have any memories of your hard-working and determined mother in your heart? Don't you remember the Yellow River and the Great Wall?
There are indeed some people who lack basic conscience and do not bear the responsibility of support, but rely on their ancestors. They indulge the expansion of human desire and are far away from the true meaning of life. But after all, such people are despised by everyone because of their filial piety to their parents, and the traditional beauty of loving the motherland is still carried forward in the eulogy of the Chinese nation. I also read a short article entitled "Repaying Mothers" in the newspaper, asking children to start from childhood, start from me and care for their mothers. I don't think this is necessary. It is the basic project of "love". Imagine, if a person doesn't even love his mother, can he still love the people's motherland? Noble moral sentiment and persistent sense of social nature begin with "love", which will always be a spiritual bond between "I-mother-motherland". Crows feed sheep and kneel for milk. Let's enjoy the warmth of maternal love, learn to repay our mother and help heal the trauma of our mother's heart. Shakespeare famously said, "Once the destroyed love is repaired, it will be more magnificent, beautiful and tenacious than before.
6. I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. I just want to see everything anyway. My three bookcases are all 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.
7. Write a composition with your favorite ancient poems. Looking at the Tang poetry and Song poetry in my hand, I suddenly feel that I am not young. Can I write a poem? I pondered for a while, just like a blind man touching an elephant, I didn't understand.
So I ran to find my uncle who is good at poetry and painting. "Uncle, what is the main point of writing poetry?" I am anxious to ask.
"1. This poem is short and meaningful. This poem should be branched. This poem has a strong sense of rhythm and rhythm. 4. Make a beautiful imagination (see the extraordinary from the ordinary).
5. Bring out people's feelings (add feelings). This is the meaning of writing poetry.
You have to think about it. "Uncle said quietly.
"The poem is short and meaningful …" I have been repeating a few words my uncle said. I thought for a long time and realized something, so I began to write. I'm going to write about beautiful scenery, so I'll take the topic "Reading Jiangnan Scenery". In the first sentence, I wrote "How many flowers fly in the air". The word "worry" reflects my mood at that time, not bad! In the second sentence, the willows are "soft by the river". That's right, the gentle characters set off the scene of willow leaves fluttering. In the third sentence, the geese "swept across the blue sky in rows". In the last sentence, they summed up "Jing Qing beautifies the mind and worries".
Well, it's beautifully written. Generally speaking, it is "how many flowers fly in the air, and how many flowers are bright and soft." The geese in the blue sky lined up, beautifying Jing Qing's mind. "
Read it. There are two words "how much" in the poem. Repeat, what should I change? "Flowers fly in the air." ? No, no, it changed the meaning, so "flowers are flying in the air."
All right! Yes, just use this! My first poem, "The flowers in the air are fluttering in sadness, and the willows by the river are soft." . The geese in the blue sky lined up, beautifying Jing Qing's mind. "
It probably means: the flying flowers in the air are floating with my sadness, and the willows by the river are so gentle. The geese in the blue sky lined up in a row, and this beautiful picture melted all my troubles.
I ran to my uncle with a poem.
8. write an article; "An ancient poem I like" composition; Of 800 words, whose poem do I like best? Confucius climbed Dongshan and made Lu, and climbed Mount Tai and made the world small. The philosophy contained in it makes Confucianism last forever. The arrogance of the king of the world flows in it. I like the heroic spirit of climbing high and looking far, because it has the meaning of devouring heaven and earth and reversing Gankun. I think that when Gou Jian was humiliated, he ate his salary and tasted courage after returning home, and more than 3 thousand soldiers swallowed Wu from then on. Who can say that Gou Jian's destruction of Wu is just the will of the people? Who can say that Gou Jian is just laughing? Gou Jian destroyed Wu Geng because he had the heart to swallow the world, and after living together for ten years, his heroism rose in his lost heart. Du Fu is also a loser, incompetent and unable to serve the country. When he traveled around the world, absorbed the aura of heaven and earth, and climbed Mount Tai, he wrote down the heroic spirit of "climbing to the top, and at a glance, all other mountains looked small under the sky". A general will be stationed on the edge, who dares to enter Huma? Who can override the merits when riding the dust? Li Guang, the patron saint of the Han nationality, is famous in history for "fighting in three Wan Li all his life and being a million teachers with one sword". He won the admiration of the whole world, nothing else, because he has the ambition to visit Kyushu and overlook China. I like boarding, and I like the broad-mindedness, chic and lofty sentiments after boarding. I like the literati who look down on the world in the torrent of history. Or poetry. Or like a mighty river, wild and uninhibited words; Or prose is like the Nine Songs of the Yellow River, full of twists and turns. In the running of history, I listened to the songs of literati, sang the songs of literati and sang the words of poets. I don't need Mount Tai, just because I have mountains in my heart. This is my favorite poem: once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky ... I have seen the scenery all over, just because I am high; Looking down on the world, singing for the rise and fall; Ten thousand people admire and see the vicissitudes of life.