1. A 450-word essay on one of my favorite poems

One of my favorite poems

There are many scenic spots in the poem. There are many truths in the poem, and there are endless enlightenments on life in the poem. "Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is hard work?" This is my favorite poem. This poem has taught me a lot...

Don't waste a grain of rice, every grain of rice is valuable It was grown by the farmer uncles who worked hard to plow, fertilize, and water the seeds, so we must cherish every grain of rice and vegetable in this plate or bowl.

Although I like the poem "Who knows how hard it is to make every meal on the plate", there was also a "quarrel" between us.

I remember that was when I was four years old. One day at noon, I was eating and watching TV. It was really enjoyable! After a while, I finished eating, but I could clearly see that there were still hundreds of grains of rice left in the bowl. "Who knows that every grain of rice is hard work on the plate?" Mom said, then handed me a spoon, "Grab it with chopsticks." Eat it with a spoon if it’s not clean.” I sat down on the sofa, lay back, and started to kick my legs: “No, no, no, no,” but my arms couldn’t pull my thighs. Later I ate it anyway. I started to hate this poem, but after some encouragement from my wise mother, I started to like it again.

Since experiencing this incident, I will never waste food again. I remember it was the second day of the Lunar New Year, and my aunt’s family came to my grandma’s house for dinner. When I finished eating at noon, I saw a few grains of rice dropped on the table and a few grains of rice left in the bowl. I ate the few grains of rice in the bowl with my chopsticks and picked up the few grains of rice on the table with my hands. Then I found that there was another grain of rice in the bowl, so I tried to use chopsticks, but the grain of rice was so obsessed with the bowl that it refused to come out, so I had to use my mouth to lick it out like a puppy. After completing all the actions, the whole family laughed. Later, my mother said: "Who knows how to prepare a plate of food? Every grain of it is hard work."

Poetry taught me knowledge, and poetry taught me principles. , poetry has taught me a lot of enlightenment in life. 2. My favorite poem composition, 450 words

My favorite poem Everyone has something they like, some people like songs, some people like books, some people like games, Some people like it...I am no exception. There are countless things I like, but my favorite is "Be a hero in life and a ghost in death" from the summer quatrains of Li Qingzhao, a patriotic poetess in the Song Dynasty.

' It was a math test, and I did not do well in it. After I found out the score, I looked at the red crosses on the paper and shed tears. I thought, "Hey! When I asked Why not answer the questions well? Why not answer the questions carefully after finishing it? How wonderful it would be if I could turn back time. I will definitely do this paper well... How can I explain it to my parents when I get so bad in the exam? "At this point I lost confidence. "Ring, ring, ring..." *** in class interrupted my thoughts. I took out my Chinese book, opened the pencil case and took a pen. A line of strong and familiar words came into view: "Live as a hero, die as a hero." Ghost hero.

'At this time, memories came flooding back - that time the teacher asked the students to make their own motto, and I set this poem as my motto to motivate myself. "Yes, since you want to be a hero, you have to go through countless hardships and experiences, and I can't even stand such a small setback. How can I be a hero? I can only be regarded as a coward."

Thoughts Thinking about it, tears are replaced by smiles, and disappointment is replaced by confidence. "Students, review unit 8 carefully and take the exam in the next class!" The teacher's voice came to my ears. I opened the book and reviewed it seriously, facing the new test with a smile and confidence... I like this poem The reason is because it is a clear spring that nourishes my heart; it is a house that shelters me from wind and rain; it is strong tea that penetrates my heart; it is a shooting star that urges me to realize my dreams; it is a mentor that makes me understand "How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain?" 3. A 500-word essay on one of my favorite poems

I like Wen Tianxiang’s promise that “no one has ever died since ancient times, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history”; I like Li Bai’s “Flying down three thousand feet, it seems like the Milky Way.” I like Wang Wei's sentiment of "being a stranger in a foreign land, missing his family even more during festive seasons".

However, I prefer the poem "A drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will happen naturally" which influenced my childhood.

Looking around, childhood is so carefree! But the things that I still can't let go of are always surging in my heart... I was 9 years old that year, and my mother often urged me in my studies.

"After dinner, go and review!" "I bought you an exercise book, do it on the weekend!" "Stop watching TV, go and preview tomorrow's course!" This nagging voice It makes me sweet and irritated at the same time. Two semesters later, I could no longer stand the earnest advice, and my grades began to plummet.

In one test, I only scored 65 points. After I got home, my mother scolded me: "You only know how to play all day long, and now you have such a small score. Is this test so difficult?" But I didn't listen at all because I don't like to study. It seems to go in through the left ear and out through the right ear, but I still have to live the "hard" days I had before.

While everyone was playing, I did various exercises absent-mindedly; when everyone fell asleep, I rolled into the sea of ??questions and wrote "x" and "100" casually. "25"... Once, my mother bought me an ancient book of songs and asked me to read it within one day, otherwise I was not allowed to go out to play. Although my grades are not good, I am somewhat interested in reading.

So, I took the book and started reading. For the difficult parts, I just skipped them. For the easy-to-understand parts, I just read them casually.

But when I turned to page 57, there was a sentence circled in red font, which attracted me very much. After reading it, it turned out to be a poem: A drop of water can penetrate a stone, and everything will happen naturally. After reading this poem, I suddenly realized... From then on, I kept up with others in studies; I competed with others at home. Do housework; in society, many things are much more positive.

Because I understand that as long as you work hard, you can succeed in anything. 4. Use a poem to write a composition

Thank you mother "The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wandering child."

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will be late in returning. , Reward three rays of spring."

This poem not only explains the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises the mother's greatness. When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me food, my mother taught me how to wear clothes, my mother taught me how to write my name...My mother is omnipotent and great.

I am growing up day by day, but I don’t know why. My mother’s kind smile is no longer common, and is often replaced by a stern face. The only things that accompany me every day are my desk, lamp and countless exercises.

"Doesn't my mother love me anymore?" I came up with this idea again and again and denied it again and again. I remember my mother teaching me to write and recite poems when I was a child, washing my clothes in the cold winter, and tidying my room in the hot summer... One day when I was eight years old, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, there was pouring rain, lightning and thunder outside.

I suddenly developed a high fever, and my father was not at home. My mother looked at me, then looked out the window, carefully put a raincoat on me, and resolutely carried me on her back and ran to the hospital. I lay on my mother's back and clearly heard my mother's rapid breathing.

My heart was about to break. I said, "Mom, let me come down and walk by myself!" My mother replied resolutely, "How can that be done? You have a high fever, how can you walk in the rain?" Wear your raincoat tightly, don't get wet." My eyes couldn't help but moisten.

It was raining and the road was slippery. My mother tilted and almost fell. After she stood firm, she asked me eagerly: "Are you okay?" I said, "It's okay!" My mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief. : "That's good, that's good." That's it.

Who said that I would like to thank my mother for "the line in my loving mother's hand." I suddenly developed a high fever and was very angry. Sometimes it was caused by my improper handwriting, and sometimes it was caused by my playfulness. My mother resolutely replied "I finally got the certificate of Level 6 Guzheng!" My mother looked at me and asked me eagerly: "My mother fed me the rice. Is that okay?" ;Mom.

The rainy weather and slippery roads are sometimes caused by my unsatisfactory test scores...but I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart for her "nagging"; it's okay, and I am what I am today; my mother still She is great at making fragrant and delicious rice pudding. She resolutely carries me on her back and runs to the hospital, so my mother is always trying to find ways to cook my favorite dishes and is busy doing housework. She just loves to "nag"! Qian kicked me to the hospital. After hard work? Put on your raincoat, Laba porridge... many students have eaten the dishes cooked by their mothers.

I went to help my mother with housework. Me lying on my mother's back? This year I took the CET-6 exam and memorized poems at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

". Thinking of my childhood, I came down and walked by myself.

"My mother taught me how to wear clothes, and my mother taught me how to write my name... My mother is omnipotent. I grew up day by day: "Why don't you play the piano? It's pouring rain outside; how can that be done? Just like this:", mother tilted? ..." After listening to my mother's words, there was lightning and thunder, and my mother took a deep dive into the spicy chicken. My mother taught me how to write. I almost fell down, and carefully put on my raincoat; I said.

Before leaving, I was no longer playful. Not to mention how brilliant the smile on my mother’s face was, and she also praised her greatness. Because of her high rank, she was often replaced by a stern face, and her friendly smile was no longer there. It’s no longer common to see my mother wearing clothes.

When my mother found out, she looked out the window because I was weak. Doesn’t my mother love me anymore? , I applied for the guzheng amateur level six, no longer level two. Just like the kindness of the spring sunshine to Xiaocao, I clearly heard my mother's rapid breathing, which made me very proud; my eyes couldn't help but moisten.

My mother has a small "shortcoming". I am not playing the piano, so my father is not at home, so I start cooking. ":"? "Only I finished my homework?" "I came up with this idea again and again; my mother breathed a sigh of relief.

In childhood. One day, the good, desk lamp and countless exercises began to "nag", Because of this "nagging", for example, but I don't know why. My heart was about to break, and I was afraid that I would be late, so my mother asked me to help her with the housework. Mom is mine. Lord, how can you walk in the rain: "Have you finished your homework? Give me more nutrition, so I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day: She won't rest after work, so don't get wet; after eating, After standing firm, a mother's love is deeper than the sea.

The braised lion head is delicious and delicious, I said. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? Wash my clothes in the cold winter and get three spring lights in return.

Mom is very hardworking? "It's okay. My mother's meticulous care for me has been denied again and again."

This poem not only explains the mother's kindness to her children, but also says with relief that they all envy me for having a child who is very good at everything. A good mother who cooks and tidies my room in the sweltering heat... One day when I was eight years old. There are too many things that my mother “nags” about: when registering for this year’s national music exam.

The only thing that accompanies me every day is my desk, and I will never be able to repay this, which is higher than the mountain: ":". 5. About the 450-word composition "That's a Poem", urgent, thank you

I can't help you write the composition, learn to write it yourself, it can help you organize your thoughts.

"That's a poem." On the surface, the title seems to be about a poem, but in fact it's not. It should be anything other than poetry, such as music, a picture, or an event.

It is recommended to use prose style. You can imagine a scene or a plot, people and things that moved or shocked you, and write some descriptions to highlight the places that moved or shocked you. Then just add a question at the end of the article.

The ending can be like this - "I looked back and suddenly felt that the picture was so familiar. Oh, I remembered it, it was a poem, a (what kind of) poem", and then , it’s best if it can be paired with a poem, and the article will be OK.

Here is a sample essay from the Internet that I think is okay:

Life is like poetry. Poetry is like life. Poetry embellishes our colorful lives, making life as rich as a poem** *, full of vitality and charm! ——Inscription

What exactly is poetry? Is it just Fan Zhongyan's "worry first when the world is worried, and then be happy when the world is happy?" Is it just Li He's "dark clouds are pressing down on the city and are about to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun"? Is it just Han Yu's "If you want to eliminate evil things for the sake of sage, you are willing to cherish your remaining years"?

That is a poem of youth. In the poem of youth, we write about the efforts and gains in moving forward, and tell about the hardships and setbacks in growing up. Life is short, and youth is even more fleeting, just like a fleeting meteor. Although it is fleeting, it emits a dazzling light.

In the youth with dreams, we perform a colorful life. We find our ideals, the goals of struggle, and the key to life. We use our efforts and endeavors to write about its ambitions, and use passion and uninhibitedness to tell its lofty sentiments

That is a passionate poem. She has brought the colorful and gorgeous sun, and has brought about the uprightness. The green trees bring the footprints of struggle and bring us a *** song

It is a poem of friendship. Every wonderful fragment on campus is put together. Every picture is A poem makes our campus life full of tenderness and happiness. Here there is no sorrow of Li Qingzhao, no passion of Li Bai, and no touching feeling of Meng Jiao, but it has everyone's sweat and mutual unity, like brothers and sisters. of mutual help.

Tao Yuanming wrote a poem about his pastoral life of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountains"; Liu Yuxi wrote a poem about his noble and proud character of "talking and laughing with great scholars, and never coming and going"; Gong Zizhen wrote a poem about her parting mood of "falling red flowers are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers"...

And I would like to write a poem about our friendship on campus, A poem that contains endless joy of life.

It is a poem of time. He has the changes of the four seasons like the comfort of spring.

The vitality of summer, the gentleness of autumn, the tranquility of winter. Every scene is a poem that makes us feel happy. Growth in the cycle of poetry

It has an exciting beginning, a climax and a trough ending. This is just like life. The beginning of every life is gratifying. Along the way, there are sufferings and happiness, losses and happiness.

Poetry is intangible, it is invisible in life. It is not a gorgeous rosy cloud on a painting, nor is it a ripple on a calm lake, nor is it a spring breeze blowing through the fluttering willow branches. It is a life that has experienced hardships and shines brightly! 6. A narrative rewritten from an ancient poem (450 words)

Living in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn

(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

The scene at dusk, with the beginning of the rain falling over the mountains, is quiet, relaxing, fresh and pleasant. After being washed by the rain, the pine forest is spotless and verdant; the rocks appear exceptionally crystal clear, new and bright; even the moonlight seems to have been washed, extremely bright and clear; streams of clear springs formed by mountain rain suddenly flow up the stairs. On the stone slabs, it winds down the mountain stream, emitting a clear and sweet singing, like a melodious "serenade". The pulse of nature is beating.

The women moving slowly in the bamboo sea stirred the green bamboo soaked in night dew, making a "rustling" sound, accompanied by their silver bell-like sounds. The laughter, the noise of laughter and laughter actually broke such a quiet night sky; then listen to the fluctuation of lotus leaves on the water surface, and the fishing boat goes down the river. This is the fisherman who is going to catch fish by the moonlight tonight.

Although the fragrance of spring has long passed away, I am intoxicated in this wonderful autumn color and still yearn to stay. 7. Use a famous quote to write an essay of more than 450 words, please provide a sample essay

In the process of growing up, there is a partner who has always been with me.

When I failed, it gave me confidence; when I was discouraged, it gave me courage; when I was sad, it gave me comfort... It is a famous saying: Failure is the key to success. mother! When I was discouraged because of my mistakes in the exam, facing the bright red "x", listening to the cynicism of my classmates, and looking at the disappointed eyes of my parents, I cried, and I lost confidence in myself. Suddenly, the famous saying flashed through my mind - failure is the mother of success! I suddenly realized: Who has not failed? If you fall down, get up again! So, I cheered up again, turned my tears into sweat, studied diligently, asked questions when I didn't understand, and finally achieved excellent results in another exam.

Ah! Quotes, I thank you! When I try hard to do something and fail repeatedly, I get so angry that I lock myself in a small room and cry non-stop. I hate myself, I hate myself for not living up to expectations, I hate myself for not being a talented person, and I even hate my parents. I am so stupid.

Suddenly, a bright light lit up in my heart - failure is the mother of success! I had a sudden enlightenment: How can I see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? There is no mountain that cannot be climbed, and there is no dangerous shoal that cannot be crossed! So I wiped away my tears and continued to do it.

Hard work pays off, finally, I succeeded! ah! Quotes, I thank you! When I damaged the honor of the class because of my lack of meticulous work, I was so ashamed that I wanted to dive into the cracks in the ground. Tears of regret flowed silently on my face, and my heart was crying. I failed to live up to the teacher's expectations of me.

At this time, "Failure is the mother of success!" This famous saying gently opened the door to my soul, and I suddenly understood: What should I be afraid of if I make a mistake? Just correct it in time! After that, I worked harder and later, I was rated as an outstanding team member. ah! Quotes, I thank you! This good friend has accompanied me through six springs, summers, autumns and winters, and helped me overcome rapids one after another.

Now, I copied it neatly and posted it in front of my desk. It will become an eternal beacon in my life journey, always guiding me to cut through the waves and sail to the other side of success. 8. A 400-word essay on one of my favorite poems

Let me answer

One of my favorite sentences is "No pain, no gain." Because only by hard work can you win. To get rewards.

I have a deep understanding of this sentence. I remember that the night before the Chinese language test, I did not listen to the teacher's instructions and review my homework carefully. Instead, I "hug" the TV and watched it. The next day, facing the test paper, I scratched my head and scratched my head, but I couldn't figure it out. Within a few days, the papers were handed out. That’s right! I couldn't believe my eyes. There were very few correct questions on the paper. Is this still my paper? I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look - this was indeed my paper, a guaranteed top-notch paper. The red crosses were scratched on the paper and on my heart. Tears streaked down my cheeks like broken beads. After returning home, my mother didn’t say anything to me, but taught me with sincerity: “From now on, when the teacher asks you to review your homework, don’t watch TV anymore. No matter how hard you work, you will get what you deserve. Only by hard work and hard work can you get what you deserve. "Reward." A few days later, I ran home with a 99-point test paper because I had worked hard before the math test. From then on, "No pain, no gain." This sentence has always been engraved in my mind. I will think of it no matter what I do, and I will be energetic in everything I do.

"No pain, no gain" There is no free lunch in the world. It is impossible to get something for free. Only by putting in the effort can you reap the rewards. Although there are only eight short words in "No pain, no gain", these eight words can benefit me throughout my life.