1. Excellent composition material for senior high school entrance examination: Poetry grows with me.
Not reading poetry is not enough to taste the essence of culture; It is not enough to know the history of the Spring and Autumn Period without reading poems. Not reading poetry is not enough to carry forward the spirit of China. Thank you for taking me into a changeable world and growing up with me.
When I opened the book by the pillow, my fingers wandered between the pages, and then I stopped at the words "complain". "Hu is still alive, it is autumn, and tears are streaming down his face." I can't say how depressed and sad I am. The so-called poet who once galloped on the battlefield is now crying for his country. Why? Because he has always cared about the motherland. "The heart is in Tianshan, always in Cangzhou." He is full of resentment and lives in seclusion by the lake. After reading this, I seem to see: Before Lu You died, he held his son's hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Julian Waghann has decided to spend the Central Plains Day in the north. I have never forgotten to tell him about the family sacrifice." The face of the ravine is full of unwillingness and helplessness, and the eyes are full of "taking off your clothes and lying on the pillow, sleeping with frost", but this has long since become a thing of the past.
Bitter pieces of paper are endless enthusiasm and care for the motherland.
Looking through the pages, a song "Broken Array" brought me back to that turbulent era. "When you are drunk, look at the sword and dream back to the corner." In the dead of night, the poet's thoughts are surging and he can't sleep, so he has to drink alone. Maybe only when you are drunk will you think of that time and turn it into a dream. He has been on the battlefield, made contributions to the country and made great contributions. However, despite his outstanding talent, the hero's stubborn personality and persistent enthusiasm for the Northern Expedition made it difficult for him to stand on his feet. Helpless "see Wu Gou, pat all over the railing", and finally "white hair". Facing the cruel reality, I sighed deeply and expressed my feeling that my ambition was hard to be rewarded.
A piece of paper is miserable, and endless is "worry" about the country's infinite "say what you want".
Putting down the book, I was deeply moved. Lu You and Xin Qiji are both tragic poets and lonely soldiers. But always adhere to their own personality and integrity, "power can not be bent, poverty can not be moved." For thousands of years, when our country and nation were invaded by foreign enemies, there were also many warm-blooded men who took defending the frontier and the country as their unshirkable responsibility. The so-called "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." They let me know with poems, blood and tears that teenagers should have a strong sense of responsibility and dedication to society and the motherland.
I closed my book and put it back on the pillow. My eyes turned to the window. Youth is full of patriotism. Poetry grew up silently with me.
2. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: Poetry grows with me.
Open the poem and you will be surrounded by warm ink. Across the Millennium, the immortal soul in poetry can still give people a long and delicate touch. On the road of growing up, I may encounter all kinds of puzzles, but I know that there are always some poems that clarify my thoughts in time.
"Flowers bloom independently, Swift Qi Fei." After reading this sentence, I was captured by my own soul, and my heart was full of stability and practicality. I always like rain, because I always feel that rain is the greeting of the sky to the earth. In the drizzle, I like to walk quietly and enjoy a touch of joy quietly.
After a busy day, we are always eager for leisure. I want to be a walker, set out at any time and rest at any time in the "falling flowers and thin shadows, playing the flute until dawn" and "I want to go to the water to stop my way, and then sit and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran". Or a tree beside the piper, always accompanying him, quietly listening to his piano music overflowing from the bottom of my heart. ...
I sent a letter from Wei from my residence in Wangchuan to the best. When I get old, I want to buy a house in the mountains. When Hanshan turns green, invite three or five close friends to get together here. When the water comes out, you can enjoy the flowing water. In the lush cold mountain, beside the slow autumn water, under the sunset at the ferry, under the smoke from the kitchen in the market, leaning against Chai Men, listening to the wind, we know each other. At the beginning of the new moon, we raised our glasses to invite the moon, and sang to the wine, "Oh, when will I promise another hermit to sing wild poems in Wuliu?" ."
Recite ancient poems, see the solo dance of poets' souls, and hear their emotional monologues: "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon." It embodies the poet Yan Shu. How bitter is it? Who can comfort his loneliness? "How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward." Looking back, what kind of sadness and regret does Li Yu, who has become a prisoner? "Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward." Du Fu, a "poet saint", is old and sick, sometimes sad, and he is in a foreign land, asking lonely autumn scenery to speak for him. "Asked the shutter, but Haitang still. Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and thin. "One night, the wind was strong and the rain was sudden. When I woke up in the Ming Dynasty, the leaves were greener, but the flowers withered.
When I am restless, these poems will soak my heart in the lake and wash my heart clearly. It is these poems that give me peace of mind and upward strength; It is these poems that make me determined to continue to set sail. They taught me to grow up!
3. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: Poetry grows with me.
The familiar poems such as "The grass grows and the warbler flies in February", "Xiao He only shows its sharp horns", "Looking back at the sunset" and "Poetry and wine ride the years" have been integrated into my blood with my chanting in the morning. As for why, it is nothing more than this.
One day, I climbed Xiangshan with my parents. Looking up, the majestic Xiangshan sits on the ground like a giant. I immediately thought of Du Fu's poem: "If you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that other mountains look short under the sky ..." If I can climb this mountain, I will become the Ministry of Industry of Du Like.
We began to climb the mountain. In the first hour, I ran after the butterfly in front of me. At this time, I felt "climbing the mountain quickly and ecstatic". I firmly believed that I could reach the top of the mountain at once. However, after only one hour, I felt a little tired. Sweat flowed down from the hair, down the eyelids, and circled several S-shaped circles on the face, reflecting the fiery brilliance of the sun. However, I still think it is possible to reach the top. After an hour and a half, I couldn't hold on any longer-sweating like rain; My arm hurts, too I couldn't hold on any longer, so I sat down on a big green bluestone.
"Tired?" Mother asked kindly, "Nothing. I'll show you a book later-300 Tang Poems. " I opened the bookmark casually, and when I saw it, it was Li Bai's "Difficult to Walk"-"One day, I will ride the wind and waves, hang directly on Yun Fan and bridge the deep sea." "Yes, even the ancients can do it. Why can't I?"
Thought of here, I immediately refreshed, immediately began to run. My mood at this moment can be proved by a poem-"Climb the mountain quickly and be ecstatic". A stream on the mountain that was as boring as Li Qingzhao; Pine trees are as boring as swallow trees; Rock music as boring as Liu Yong has become as vivid as Su Shi.
Finally climbed to the top of the mountain, and it was "once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short in the sky." . Since then, whenever I encounter problems, I will use poetry to solve them.
Poetry, the greatest poetry!
4. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: Poetry grows with me.
I am growing up slowly, accompanied by my parents, and those beautiful melodies and beautiful poems.
"Goose, goose, goose, Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. " When I was a child, the goose in my eyes was just a gentleman strutting around in a white sweater, playing in the water. However, Luo's Ode to Goose made me discover that an ordinary goose can also be a poem, which aroused my interest in ancient poetry.
After attending kindergarten, I found that poetry can teach us some truth. Li Shen's Sympathy for Farmers not only depicts the scene of the farmer's uncle's hard work, but also teaches us to cherish the crops planted by the farmer's uncle. As the poem says, "Who knows that every grain is hard". Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer tells us to love, respect and be filial to our mother, because her kindness is unforgettable.
When we entered primary school, we learned a lot of poems. It not only teaches us the truth, but also tells us how to be a man. "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" tells me that the waterfall can be as spectacular as the stars falling in the sky; "Tour Shanxi Village" inspired me not to lose heart when I encountered difficulties, but to give up easily. Maybe I will see a beautiful rainbow after I persist. In the Lodge of Herons encourages me to forge ahead. I must improve myself with more knowledge and stronger ability.
Poetry also reminds me to observe life and discover the beauty around me. "Children come back from school early and are busy flying kites in the east wind", which makes me curious: Why do people only fly kites in spring? "Xiao He only showed sharp horns, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head" let me know that the newly born lotus leaf is completely different from the lotus leaf "Feng Lian Ju"; "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frosty leaves are red in February" tells me that the frosted maple leaves are so bright; "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestry hang down" tells me that soft wicker can rival beautiful silk. ...
Poetry is not all happy, but it also makes me cry. "Sailing alone across the sky blue, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky", insisting on "advising you to make more wine and stay in Xiyangguan for no reason", the loneliness of "never tired of looking at each other, only looking at Tingshan", the anxiety of "endless fear of re-emergence, pedestrians will open again", "a mountain trip, a water trip, heading for Guan Yu, there are thousands of lights at night".
My life is limited, but so is my knowledge. Poetry is a vast sea. I want to use my limited life to stir up more beautiful waves in the ocean of poetry.
5. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: Poetry grows with me.
The habit of reciting poems has persisted for many years and has never stopped.
I remember it started in the second grade. That day, my father said to me, "son, you have been in primary school for almost two years, and you have a lot of free time." From today on, I will use this time to recite poems for you. " When he spoke, his face was very kind and cordial, but there was a seriousness in his tone.
At that time, I didn't know. From then on, poetry will run through every day when I grow up.
At that time, I was still in the primary stage of contact with poetry, and I could only recite some simple poems, such as Moonlight at the Window. Therefore, my father recited to me all those ancient poems that could be memorized in a few minutes.
The first time I came into contact with long poems was in the fourth grade, when I recited Preface to Wang Tengting. Because it was too long, I shouted and made noise, but I refused to recite it. Finally, my father couldn't bear it anymore, with a black face, and said firmly, "You have time not to recite now, but you won't have time to recite in senior or junior high school!" This sentence is like a blow to the head. I have to recite that long poem that I think is extremely boring.
However, when I recited Preface to Wang Teng-ting, it seemed to be a powerful magnet, and my heart was like a stone, and I was firmly attracted by it.
I found it not only boring, but also colorful. Neat parallel prose is cadenced and catchy to read. From this, we can appreciate Wang Tengting's carved beams and painted buildings, the prosperity of ancient Nanchang, the bitterness of Jia Yi's demotion to Changsha, and the anguish of Li Guang's ambition. There is also the magnificence of "sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters grow together", which makes me ecstatic and I don't know the taste of meat.
Since then, the joy of reading poetry has been with me.
Every morning, after breakfast, I get up and read Tang poetry for a while. The cleanliness and purity of poetry opened my mind and a beautiful day began. I came home at noon and tasted Song Ci for a while. The agitation and boldness of the words made me feel refreshed and my annoying sleepiness disappeared. In the evening, after supper, I sat in the study and recited a short Yuan Song. The affinity and delicacy of the songs make me feel refreshed, and I am not afraid of massive homework.
However, with the growth of the grade, the tasks in the class are gradually aggravated, and there is almost no time to recite poems. Sometimes, I can only look at them, and then I will bury myself in the pile of books.
However, my father said to me, "As long as you improve your study efficiency, you can shorten your homework time so that you can continue to recite poems?" I nodded and squeezed out time from the sponge of life. So I have time to recite poems again, and let them accompany me to grow up.
From junior high school to senior high school, from primary school to junior high school. Ancient poetry has become my good friend. It has expanded my knowledge, improved my life taste and cultivated my sentiment. It's always been on my way to growth.