Poetry composition article 1 opens the curtain of dark gray,
The dark stage awaits the arrival of the actors.
One or two stars appeared,
Blink your eyes,
And attracted a large group of stars.
The audience seems to have arrived,
The hero poked his head out of the pale clouds,
Soon returned to the clouds.
Happy ... happy ...
The wind is urging,
The drums of frogs have sounded,
Crickets began to play,
The protagonist finally came on stage.
The silver light hit it,
It started its own performance.
The first dance step of the starring role,
Let everything in the quiet night be fascinated.
The audience was silent.
At orgasm,
Epiphyllum can't help smiling,
Stretch with the hero.
The performance is over,
The hero hid in the clouds again,
The audience is ready to leave.
happy ...
The curtain fell.
In the colorful life, there are always several unique competitions, such as: military training competition; Olympic mathematics competition; Running competition ... 1 1 month 13 in the afternoon, our class held a poetry competition in groups. This competition is divided into two parts: compulsory questions and rushing questions.
The game started in full swing, and our group was far ahead in the first link.
It's time for an answer. As soon as the question came out, I stood up and rushed to answer it. But when I finished reading the topic, I was stunned. The topic is: "Please say four epigrams." I had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer, "Hmm-Xijiangyue." I thought hard for a while, but I still couldn't figure it out, so I had to sit down with my face flushed. My throat is like a needle prick, which makes me feel terrible: not only did I not give extra points to the group, but I also made a fool of myself. I will definitely refuel next time.
The game continued in full swing. At this time, we were stumped by a question: "Excuse me, who is the word' hungry for pork and thirsty for Hun blood' and what is it?" There was silence in the classroom, and the air seemed to solidify. I put my hand on my forehead for a while and scratched my scalp for a while; Hold your chin in your hand for a while; I closed my eyes and thought for a while: I seem to have heard this sentence somewhere. I have recited the first few sentences, but who wrote them? At this time, the amiable teacher Wu reminded us: "This was written by a famous anti-gold hero in the Southern Song Dynasty." As soon as I heard it, it suddenly dawned on me: in fact, those two words were written by Yue Fei, but where did they come from? Uh-oh, yes, I remember. They come from the sentence of Man Jiang Hong. I was overjoyed, as if I were stepping on a cloud of happiness. So, I stood up with confidence and said forcefully, "It's from Yue Fei's" Man Jiang Hong "." Teacher Wu nodded and helped our group get extra points. At this time, I was so excited that I finally did my part for our group, yeah!
From this, I understand that when encountering difficulties, we should face them bravely and don't shrink back, because "difficulties are like springs." Weak is strong, and strong is weak. "
The Chinese nation has many excellent cultures, and poetry is like a bright pearl. I swam in the ocean of culture and finally found the beauty of poetry.
Tao Yuanming's leisure beauty is "chrysanthemum pickers can see Nanshan leisurely under the fence". Just as he doesn't like the darkness of officialdom and lives in seclusion, he is quiet and carefree. In his heart, there is an elegant and noble pride, just like a cheerful and heroic song, which makes people appreciate and marvel. At the same time, I found beauty.
"I was born useful. I spun a thousand pieces of silver and it's all back!" Yes, "Li Bai shouted, showing a heroic spirit in his bones. Self-confidence is his banner, optimism is his sail. That positive feeling touched my heart, as if I had reached that state. Passion and heroism, self-confidence and optimism are generated and rolled in my heart, painting a colorful picture.
A crane in a dark and empty row of clouds brings poetry to the blue sky. Inspired by the poem Crane, Liu Yuxi promulgated the worry-free policy of "I say autumn is not as good as spring". The poet was demoted, but still confident and optimistic. He put forward a slogan contrary to the slogan "Autumn is crisp since ancient times". Isn't this an admirable and admirable move? Autumn is bleak, but a bumper harvest is in sight. With Liu Yuxi's talent, he became a rainbow and hung in his heart.
In the long history of China, there are three long rivers: Yangtze River, Yellow River and Poetry. No country has so many beautiful poems as China! These poems are more touching after historical precipitation.
I remember once, when I was doing my homework in Olympic Mathematics, my pen rustled in my hand. I was writing when I met a difficult problem. I've been thinking about it for a long time and I still can't figure it out. Autumn leaves fall with the wind outside the window. Autumn leaves fly to the pool with the autumn wind. A cool breeze blew across my face and made me sweat all over, which made me even more irritable. I turned the page impatiently, and a sentence from Lu You appeared in front of me, "There is another village after the mountains and rivers are gone." I suddenly remembered the scene when the poet got lost, and suddenly I was full of strength. I started writing again. I tried hard, tried again and again, failed again and again, and finally found a breakthrough point and successfully wrote this question. The joy is beyond words.
I still remember playing games that day and having a good time. Suddenly my mother asked me to do my homework. I was just about to refuse when I thought of a sentence, "If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad." Yes! Now I am in a good time to study. How can you waste time easily just for fun? So I went back to the house and began to do my homework.
Long road of life, thank you for your poem! Listen to the inculcation of poetry and accept the infinite power that poetry brings me!
Poetry Composition 5 Poetry, the source of Chinese children's faith, is the brilliant crystallization of Chinese culture and the embodiment of the inner support of the masses. Everyone has gratitude in his heart. With gratitude, there will be thousands of lingering joys and sorrows, so many picturesque romantic poems and so many bizarre and exquisite speech poems. Read the cross-century amorous feelings in the poem carefully and experience the changeable gratitude.
I still like Wang Bo's "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor". Thank you, thank you, in this floating dust of red light and green wine, someone knows each other, even if there is a milky way, it can't stop the love of the cowherd and the weaver girl. Therefore, people are glad that they can have a constant concern in this world like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Even across the landscape, it's like drinking wine across the street. Tao Yuanming hid himself in the dust. When he was alone in the sea, he was still spitting. "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, you can see the mountains leisurely." If you are in a secluded state of mind, he appreciates all the dust and keeps him with nature and proud chrysanthemum people. In the afterglow of the sunset, he can understand the "true meaning" of being better than others. In Lu You's first life, everyone can enjoy family happiness by Cang Yan's mother, but although he is far from home, he has a coat that is "carefully sewn and thoroughly mended, fearing that the delay will make him come home late". No matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, he has an expectation that the delay will make him come home late, so he cried gratefully and wrote, "But how much he loves inches of grass and won three springs."
Everyone has a heart of gratitude. For the tired mother, for the teacher who teaches us adults, for the sky, for the soil, for the nature that nurtures us. They all deserve our thanks. Gratitude is dew, which reflects the beautiful humanity in our hearts. Let's learn from Su Shi, Wang Bo, Lu You and medicine. Liu Yuxi is grateful and creates an unparalleled world with gratitude!
China's classical poetry is the most prominent representative of China culture. It is ancient and has a long history, and its history can be traced back to ancient times without words.
Poetry has been improving and innovating for a long time. Every era has different styles of poetry, and my favorite is Tang poetry.
Wine into luxury intestines, seven into moonlight, the remaining three into firm but gentle, embroidered mouth half prosperous Tang Dynasty. Tang poetry is rich in content, mature in meter, realism and romanticism coexist, and China's confidence in being a big country brings rich cultural background, which makes Tang poetry more colorful.
There were many literary masters in the Tang Dynasty, such as Shi Fo, Wang Wei, Su Shi, etc. They once commented: there are paintings in poetry, which are fascinating; Look at the picture. There are poems in it. Wang Wei's poems have various styles, and the most fundamental style is light and simple. However, most of his early poems reflected the spirit of optimism, romance, positivity and desire for achievement. Youth Travel is one of the representatives. Young Rangers are generous, and they meet chivalrous friends who are congenial to each other, and they are taken as confidants. Spend a lot of money on wine, get drunk and get drunk. The image of the young ranger is free and easy, bold and unconstrained.
Du Fu, a poet, whose poems are called the history of poetry by later generations. Du Fu cared about the country and people all his life and hoped to be a politician who helped the world at the same time. But his political career hit a wall, and his style was depression, with sadness as the main tone. The book fragrance fully embodies this style. As a nostalgic poem, every sentence revolves around Zhuge Liang, expressing reverence, praising achievements and writing mourning. However, if you add your position carefully, you will use the past to hurt the present and lament that you have no way to serve your country and realize your political ambitions all your life.
Poet Bai Juyi was moved by the love story between Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty and Yang Guifei, and wrote Song of Eternal Sorrow. Song of Eternal Sorrow is a story poem describing love and lamenting its tragedy. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Yang Yuhuan had a strong and persistent love, which made them kings. Tang Xuanzong neglected government affairs because of personal enjoyment, indulged in singing and dancing all day, and left the country behind. The Anshi Rebellion broke their love and ruined the future of the Tang Dynasty. On the way to escape, Yang Yuhuan died in Maweipo, separated by Yin and Yang. After Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty returned to the palace, his grief was unbearable and he was desolate everywhere. But since Lingqiong lived with a Tianke Taoist, poetry has entered the romantic imagination. Yang Yuhuan became a fairy on Penglai Fairy Mountain. She and Tang Xuanzong made a vow that we would fly in the sky, and the two birds would become one, and grow together on the ground, with two branches in one tree ... Although Bai Juyi beautified the love between Tang Xuanzong and Tang Xuanzong, he could not help but forget the essence of this love tragedy, and it would be a pity to hate the word dragon.
The poet Li Bai is my favorite poet. His life was uninhibited, and his poems were passionate, unconstrained and all-encompassing, which reflected the romantic and free culture and the spirit of creative tolerance in the Tang Dynasty. Difficulties in Shu Dao begins with exclamations, which lays a grand tone for the whole poem. The whole poem is free in writing, short sentences are urgent, long sentences are bold and varied. In terms of conception, Li Bai interweaves reality with myth, portrays Shu Dao Nan with imaginative and exaggerated artistic techniques, and connects the evil in the world with Shu Dao Nan, showing his concern for national affairs.
The beauty of poetry needs to be carefully tasted before it can be shocked.
Poetry Composition 7 Life
From Other Worlds
In a strange place, from being at a loss to adapting to the environment, become the master of the environment.
The hazy road is a line with a starting point and an ending point.
But we don't know where our destination is, and sometimes we leave unconsciously, leaving the world with only a pale past.
Maybe no one knows, maybe no one will remember.
I like that sentence very much: life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, you only care about the scenery along the way and the mood of watching it.
Although short-lived, it has far-reaching significance.
mankind
I didn't bring anything.
I didn't take anything with me.
It's just that terrible past.
Life, people come and go, some people have come to your corner, but they left inadvertently.
Some people come and never leave. Thank him and accompany them through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Acquaintance may be a beautiful encounter, or it may be lukewarm.
The unpredictable is the unforeseeable future.
However, I still hope to have a warm hand to hold in that winter.
Spring has come, and winter is not far away.
Looking back, those things I thought were beautiful, beautiful people, beautiful past.
However, in this way, you don't feel good, there is only pain.
Old songs are old, lonely and black and white.
I don't know how the keys pop up and slip away, intermittent.
Looking out of the window, it was covered with dust, and the gecko had climbed up and covered the old windowsill with a layer of green color.
No cutting, no embellishment, natural beauty, natural quietness and natural harmony.
No one ever thought that life would grow quietly, just unconsciously.
There is no way to find, there is no way to understand.
Life is like a trip, you don't have to care about the destination, you only care about the scenery along the way and the mood of watching it.
You don't need to be beautiful, charming or ecstatic.
As long as you can see, as long as you can appreciate, as long as you can touch.
At night, although it is dark, fireworks in the distance may illuminate the starry sky.
Maybe it can light up a dim heart.
It can remove long-standing dirt.
Listen to the internet radio in the healing department at night.
A radio station, an anchor, the loneliness of a group of people
Sometimes, listening to a person chatting quietly like this always makes me feel so calm.
No matter how unhappy you are, it seems that you can disappear.
They said, listen, listen, you will be moved, you will cry, and you will lose sleep.
In fact, I have released my inner fear at this time, because I have no time during the day and don't want others to know my fragile side.
Only at night can black cover up what can't be expressed during the day.
Actually, people are like this. Although the surface is so strong, there is a fragile heart hidden under the strong appearance.
Longing for someone to understand, someone to protect, someone to care about.
Longing for someone to really know themselves.
Future, unknown
The radio said: Some girls spend their twenties with a poor boyfriend and push open the door to return to a happy nest from the complicated life during the day, just to give the girl in front of them a bright future, even if she is tired again, as long as she is there, it is worthwhile.
There is a spiritual pillar, that is, she.
When it was dark, it began to rain. Somehow, I always forget the way forward.
Maybe, I never remember that I wanted to move forward.
I've been trying to find a place to hide, but I've been running around.
Finally, despair.
go home
Turn on the radio and listen to the familiar anchor and background music, which seems to be moved. It seems that there is less commotion, more tranquility and more calmness.
I don't know why, there will always be inexplicable agitation, inexplicable anxiety and inexplicable fear in my heart.
Afraid of everything in the future
In everyone's long life, there are always some things that bring you different streams. Some people love painting and calligraphy, others are obsessed with phonology, and in my life journey, only poems and songs accompanied me to grow up and gave me great influence.
Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my innocence as a child, lying on my back in front of the desk with such a bright line at the foot of the bed, suspecting that there was frost on the ground. Yes, I have been exposed to poetry since I was very young, a wonderful and novel thing. And he never gave up, always rippling in the long river of my life, always growing with me.
When I was a child, I read Wang's "Goose Fu" and felt that I was at least in the spring when the river thawed and the spring water rose. The white goose plays in the spring scenery above the flowing water and becomes a king, enjoying the beautiful scenery of early spring with white hair falling and green water and red palms clearing the waves. Poetry first entered my world.
I read Parting Du in primary school. How can I understand Wang Bo's "harmony without difference"? China keeps our friendship, while heaven is still our neighbor. What about the deep and heavy parting? But on second thought, Wang Boyuan sent his friends away and said goodbye to them again and again, but his eyes refused to leave for a long time, and his sincere friendship was clearly visible. Poetry is becoming more and more important in my world.
Although there is a lot of homework in junior high school, I still pay attention to reading some poems. After reading Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", I can't help but be shocked by his lofty aspirations. After reading Li Qingzhao's The Fisherman's Pride, I immediately reported to her that I still have a long way to go to learn poetry. Sad by the thoughts and helplessness of worrying about the country and the people; Reading Du Fu's Spring Hope, I can't help feeling sorry that three months after the war and a letter from home are worth a ton of gold. Sad with fear; When I read Wang Wei's Birding Creek, I was really fascinated by the poet's carefree mood and beautiful autumn scenery. In fact, every masterpiece of the ancients gave me different feelings and aesthetics, and poetry became my most sincere friend on the road of growing up, always accompanying me to grow up.
With the continuous growth of age and the continuous accumulation of learning tasks, my extracurricular time will be less and less, but I will not give up reading poems and appreciating words for this reason, because in my life, he has already become an indispensable part and will always grow with me.
At night, the sky was completely dark. In my sleep, I dreamed of returning to Wei and Jin Dynasties, visiting Tang poetry and Song poetry at night, reading and singing Yuan songs, slowly appreciating Qing literature, and growing up with time and poetry!