Poetry composition 1 A poem may be a beautiful picture scroll, an expression of emotion, a deduction of a story, or a mark of history ... Reading a well-known poem, I seem to have traveled through the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago, talking to poets and listening to their voices.
"The sunset is lonely in Qi Fei, and the autumn water is * * * one color."
In the early Tang Dynasty, Teng Yunji, one of the "Four Masters", wrote "Teng Xu", which has been passed down through the ages. Cai Xia is top-down, loneliness is bottom-up, and it is connected with Tianshui. Wang Bo fixed the vast wonders of heaven and earth in his poems, which have been passed down to this day. But scenery writing is not just scenery writing. It has been a blend of scenery writing since ancient times, and the scenery in the eyes tells the feelings in the heart. Wang Bo, who has no talent, showed his ambition and expressed his philosophical attitude towards life. The eyes move with the scene and the heart is quiet with the scene. I know, this beautiful and sad classical poem.
"I was born useful, spinning one thousand pieces of silver, all want to come back! ."
In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Li Bai and his two friends, Cen Can and Yuan Danqiu, gathered in Songshan, where they cooked wine and talked about the times and life. As soon as the wine is hot and the chest and gallbladder open, they will have a hearty expression. Return the Gold, with a frustrated career, but a high-pitched voice and heroic spirit, left a masterpiece into the wine. Self-confidence, pain, unrestrained, generous! With the heart of worrying about the country and the people, after a life of mediocrity and no ambition, he still stubbornly sang the open-minded song of life. I know, this frustrated but bold classical poem.
"There is no way to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! ."
In the late Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin compared the immortal to a lover, dreaming that the messenger of the Jade Bird visited the person he missed. In the expectation of love, how much pain and disappointment have been cast! However, even "it was a long time before I met her, but it has been longer since we parted" should be "every night the candle will cry out the wick" The poet expresses his love psychology with feminine style, sings his burning desire and writes down his persistent pursuit in sadness and pain. Such lyricism is continuous and subtle. I know, this exquisite and delicate classical poem.
From the early Tang Dynasty to the prosperous Tang Dynasty and then to the late Tang Dynasty, many poets splashed ink to express their feelings. That brushstroke is full of tears of sadness, sadness, arrogance and joy. I saw it, I heard it, I knew it, this gorgeous classical poem!
Poetry composition 2 always dreams of how beautiful the future will be, but the actual actions seem empty and powerless;
I always thought I was great, but I actually had nothing and nothing;
Always thinking about how to have fun in a high-profile way, but I can only look at my weak feet in a low-key way and dare not move forward;
I always use things that I didn't earn by my own ability unscrupulously, but I have no intention of getting a spring return;
I always feel that I am very capable and excellent, but I can't do it alone when I need help.
Always criticize others for pointing out shortcomings, but never give yourself a chance to correct mistakes;
Always correct after feeling wrong, but die after paying the price;
I always waste my time in the days when there is no rehearsal, but I know that life is like a play, and only the efforts of the audience can make me brilliant;
Always show your feelings inadvertently, but you know no one will stop;
I always live a headless life like this, but I don't have the courage to pick up the most precious head;
Always or always, but still ok; I don't want to be forever, I don't want to, I won't mention the past, and leave today to rehearse for tomorrow!
Not today, you have you, you have them and myself! Will you wait?
20 1306 17, maybe I'm still waiting for a result I don't know. Maybe I am not great, but I must be strong; Maybe I'm not mature enough,
But I am maturing; Maybe I will come back, but that's not me at that time!
Don't forget that you still have an expectation when you need to know. There are thousands of worlds before you can improve yourself!
To quote Socrates: The most promising winners are not those who are talented, but those who make the best use of every opportunity!
Small things make great things, and details make perfection.
Peacock flies west, and it looks better today.
"At the age of five, I entered primary school, and at the age of nine, I entered the province. I traveled to Nantah for 15 days, and I was a graduate student for 20 years. I have good conditions in my life, so I don't need to find a job. The master's grandmother also praised, and Aunt Xi also praised. Brothers and sisters are laughing and parents are happy! " Good people come down in one continuous line, all over Nanjing.
My parents smiled and said, "My baby is a treasure, and it looks good.". Excellent academic performance, no place to put the certificate. You can choose your job and you can find beautiful women. "
In this life, I have a temper, such as floating clouds. In class, he said to his parents, "My son is delicate and needs more exercise. Home conditions are good, and parents are sweating; My son wants to be independent and want to eat his own food. "
When my parents spoke, my aunt and grandmother were surprised, but my brothers and sisters were silent, and outsiders only suspected each other. Parents have no choice but to obey their children's wishes: "When children grow up, it's up to them. You can be independent and you can't go out of Nanjing Gate! "
When I was unhappy in my life, I turned my back on my parents: "My parents are wrong. My son wants to be independent and is determined to go to the northwest. The national policy is good and the western region is thriving. If the son is willing to suffer hardships, he will definitely become a talent. "
"Western Development?" Parents are suspicious and unwilling. Invite aunts in the east, grandma in the west, Mr. Zhong in the south, uncle in the north, and get together with relatives. They are all busy about it.
Sir Zhong opened his mouth and said, "What's so good about the West? The environment is too bad and there are many difficulties. I went for fifteen years and came back with two sleeves! "
Aunt also echoed: that boy is good-looking, Pan An can't compare with him, and his character can't be said. It's hard to find in the city. I'm a graduate student again, and I'm worried that no one will want it? "
This business is determined not to let go. No matter who said that, don't look back.
I am not stubborn in this life, but I aim high. He said to everyone, "uncles and aunts, uncles and aunts, the comfort zone in the city, boys don't love it." The country is engaged in construction and is in urgent need of talents. I want to go to the west, the more I think about it, the more I should. Everything belongs to one family, all of which belong to greater China. The east should develop, but the west should not be poor; If the gap is big, the country will collapse. To paraphrase Lu Xun's words: If I don't build the West, who will! Construction is the key to China's rapid development. Children will be strong and elders will be strong! "
Hearing this, everyone was deeply shocked This son's choice is a deep sigh. The choice of mentality is really not simple. Everyone supported him and climbed west. Peacock flies west, and it looks better today.
In the form of the new Yuefu poem Peacock Flying Southeast, this paper is novel and unique, and tells the story of aspiring young people building the motherland and developing the western region, which is very touching. As an ancient poem, it requires rhythm, and the author's successful expression makes the old wine in the old bottle full of fragrance. Finally, the topic of "the choice of soul" was sublimated.
Poetry Composition 4 with a touch of Xia Yun
Yang pushed away the favor of Yan Yang.
Flowers and trees are transpiration in the hot air.
Strong unique flavor of midsummer.
Blue sky and white clouds roam in the sky.
Aunt sanitation is wearing thick overalls.
The builder climbed up the high shelf.
A broom and a brick are the hope of this family.
In the years of fire in July.
How much love is staged in full swing?
Roadside, field, construction site.
Busy figures can be seen everywhere.
Under the scorching sun
I can't find a breath of wind.
Even the air is full of hot air.
Cicadas sing heartily in the shade of trees.
The high temperature in Jiangnan did not last.
A bottle of water, a piece of melon and a cool seat.
Send us some coolness.
Thank those hands that give silently.
I think my family at this time
Sweating in the field.
Weeding, spraying pesticides, picking fruits and vegetables
A few acres of barren land is their livelihood.
July has just passed.
Some touching stories continue.
Like violets in the lotus pond.
In midsummer, love will bloom.
Poetry composition 5 Holding a writing brush,
Wan Li, depicting the motherland.
I like to see colorful and energetic everywhere;
A hut exposed in the shade of a tree,
Go to the laundry girl and have fun;
From white clouds of sheep, galloping horses,
To the tinkling stream;
The endless grassland is covered with yurts,
The fragrance of koumiss is refreshing.
Take the brush,
Wan Li, depicting the motherland.
Like to watch the bustling downtown, like to watch a well-off country party;
In the city,
Skyscrapers have sprung up;
On the overpass,
Traffic flow is endless;
Colorful lights set off the night sky,
The bustling supermarket is bustling;
In rural areas,
The golden rice fields are endless,
Keywords red sorghum, purple grape, green plantain, crystal pear,
The vast countryside is beautifully decorated and makes people feel relaxed and happy.
The villagers all laughed,
Every family is busy decorating their new house.
On campus,
The sound of reading echoed in my ears,
Our respected teacher-hardworking gardener,
It is watering the flowers of the motherland with painstaking efforts and sweat;
A well-read library,
The students are climbing the ideal ladder.
Take the brush,
Wan Li depicting the motherland,
I see the great power of high technology everywhere.
Starting with the first artificial satellite,
The miracle of manned space flight,
Everywhere witnessed the rapid development of science and technology in the motherland?
Shenzhou 5 spacecraft!
With the hope of 56 countries,
With the trust of the motherland,
Fly to the vast sky!
Take the brush,
Wan Li depicting the motherland,
I find that I can't finish painting your beautiful lakes and mountains.
If you can't finish painting, it means that your development has advanced by leaps and bounds;
Can't finish painting your endless treasure,
I can't finish painting one economic miracle after another.
Ah! Motherland! I'm proud of you!
Motherland, I want to play a wonderful music for you.
Sing your magic!
I always wanted to give you the whole sun.
Let you embrace warmth
But I still reluctantly gave you the cold.
I feel your trembling.
Do you know that I am more important than you?
Always want to give you the whole world
Let your heart become rich
But I managed to give you a small corner.
Let you curl up in this corner and disappear at a glance.
Your sad eyes stare.
But still can't cross.
Do you know that I love cutting more than you do?
I've always wanted you to be carefree, healthy and beautiful.
But I still unconsciously make you cry and make you sad.
Do you know that when I am alone, my heart is bleeding?
Just for your unhappiness and pain.
I always want to show you all the beauty in the world.
But still in the time flies.
Put my reluctance
Your reluctant pain gave you.
I saw your weak body struggling to stand up.
Your heart is full of tears.
My heart is bleeding with pain.
Just because you feel the cold of winter in the hot summer.
Once as confident as a bird
However, due to a sudden shower and strong wind, confidence was shaken.
Fortunately, you and I have endured all this.
Hide in an unknown place
Silently repair the fallen mood.
Mend a broken heart.
Then wait quietly for the next post office.
I just want to tell you with guilt.
Neither cold nor hot, forever.
Not always helpless
It's not that inner suffering is useless.
It's not winter now, and spring is no longer.
Maybe this is a big deal.
Maybe eighty-one is difficult.
No, it's not.
That's not why.
You are still you.
Just a little more mature
I'm still me.
Just a little more rest after fatigue and a little more joy after guilt.
Look, the sky is still blue.
Ginkgo trees still have brilliant golden leaves.
The cherry tree is still in full bloom.
I just want you to have the freedom to expand your future.
Clear the haze and look after Pengfei
I hope everyone is missing a tie.
Giggle and smile
Do you know that?/You know what?
The charm of Tang poetry and Song poetry is a cup of strong wine that can't be waved away. Savor it carefully, that kind of sweetness makes me lost in the distance and intoxicated for a long time.
Li Bai's romantic heroic spirit, Du Fu's sad songs in troubled times, Su Shi's heroic heroic spirit, Li Qingzhao's sad bowl agreement, and Tao Yuanming's noble nature, beauty, beauty and beauty have reached a distant era. Listen, they shout powerfully!
I'm loaded. Li Bai said drunkenly, "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?" That pride, that unyielding; The meaning of drunkenness is not Du Fu's: "When you climb to the top, you will find that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky." That ambition, that pursuit; Obsessed with Tao Yuanming's freedom of seclusion, immersion and infatuation.
Tang poetry is elegant and bold, and every poem is a song. The endless singing touched my burning heart.
The misty morning light, Li Qingzhao: "Mo Tao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." Moved by my sadness: Li Yu: "How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. " I regret the boldness: Su Shi; "Rocks are flying in the air, and the waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow." I was fascinated by this boldness; Xin Qiji: "Many people are looking for him. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. " That elegance makes me feel,,,,, like a rushing spring, like a meteor.
Song ci is moving and magnificent. Every capital is picturesque and indescribable, but the artistic conception and melody drive me crazy. Let me die.
Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties left me with endless aftertaste. That kind of sadness and detachment made me stay with the poet and immerse myself in the mysterious artistic conception.
Poetry in Tang and Song Dynasties is a dream, a dream that has been pursued for too long. Its charm not only lies in the gorgeous beauty of words, but also represents the inner ideal pursuit of historical dynasties and poets. Perhaps the most beautiful language?
Tang poetry and Song poetry, oh, that glass of wine is great! I woke up, but I couldn't wait for the next drink.
That drunkenness is great!
Poetry Composition 8 Poetry records the development history of human civilization and secular desires, a writer and poet. Poetry also has its unique charm.
The first poem my grandfather taught me when I was a child was Ode to Goose. From then on, my indissoluble bond with poetry began.
Once, my grandfather taught me a song "Youzhou Tower", and I began to understand Chen Ziang's life. Chen Ziang was ambitious and gave the general a good plan, but unfortunately, he was demoted to sergeant. His life can be said to be a talented person! However, when I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, and there is no end to being alone with me. My tears fall, and his famous sentences are widely circulated by future generations, which also draws a satisfactory full stop for his sad and happy life.
Like Chen Ziang, my way of learning poetry is full of anxiety and variables. I once entered the literature club with the first prize of Wenzhou Small Writers Cup, and my poems were greatly appreciated by teachers. But then my writing level plummeted, and some poems were not as good as those written in the third grade of primary school. I sat alone by the stream, looking at the dying stream, and the poetic stream in my heart seemed to be dying. At this time, my first tutor, my grandfather, came over and watched the stream with me, and said to me earnestly: It doesn't matter if the poem is not well written. I used to be like this, and my composition was messy. Russian poet Pushkin said,' If life deceives you, don't be sad and impatient, and happy days will come.' Don't be defeated by temporary difficulties!
When I got home, I sat at my desk and looked at my once excellent poems. I looked up and saw the portrait of Chen Ziang. I suddenly felt something. I picked up a pen and wrote an article that satisfied me. I felt comfortable at once, and the heavy stone finally fell down. I just found that poetry still has such power!
A few years later, I came to the stream that was almost dry before. It's not as embarrassing as before. Now it flows with a flowing river, and my level of writing poetry is as steady as this stream, but my grandfather is no longer alive.
My dearest grandfather, you have made me have a complex about poetry. Your loyalty and love to me are like a gurgling stream, nourishing my heart. I will keep this feeling forever and keep going on the road of poetry!
I once said, no longer sad, smile and face life, and have no regrets from now on.
I wonder if anyone still remembers the fantasies of those dreams? Ignorance without solution, empty question, empty question.
That year, we always smiled at each other and looked at the world.
Maybe too young, maybe young and ignorant, maybe carefree,
Let us get used to childishness and often make mistakes, but we don't know where they are.
This is a dream, a young dream,
Some are ridiculous, some are dreamy, some are helpless and more attractive.
In fact, we don't have to care about many things, just think it's a dream.
Whether it's a dream or a nightmare
Dreams will always be shattered, and you and I will always wake up and face the world outside our dreams.
This is a completely strange world,
The old code of conduct in the dream doesn't seem to work anymore.
Is it too realistic, or are we too naive,
Is it silly to bring your dreams into this world?
This dream is very long, very long,
No one can wake it up as long as you don't want to,
Dreams will last forever,
Until you are willing to go out of your own world,
Accept the outside world with your heart
I remember the past years,
My ignorance made me wake up again and again,
Only then did I know why the elders always laughed without saying a word.
Some things will only be remembered, understood and understood if you have experienced them.
Maybe one day, I will laugh without saying a word,
No more questions about right and wrong, no more competition,
No more dreams and sorrows,
Everything speaks for itself.
Fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. The first fallen leaf was gently carried away by the wind, and it was taken to the field. The fallen leaves gently fell on the cotton and whispered to it, "cotton, cotton!" Autumn is coming, spread your green leaves and take out your fluff cotton! " The second fallen leaf was also carried away by the wind. It landed in the pine tree's house and told the little squirrel, "Autumn is coming! Autumn is coming! Store the food quickly, or there will be nothing to eat in winter! " Falling leaves are sent away one by one, repeatedly conveying a message: autumn is coming! As the saying goes, "the wind blows a leaf and everything is autumn"!
Fallen leaves are autumn gifts. "oh! A lot of fallen leaves! " People are talking to each other. The fallen leaves are not very big, but they are colorful, red, green, yellow, yellow with green … all kinds, beautiful and moving. Gently pick up a fallen leaf and put it on your nose, and a hazy smell suddenly spread all over your body. That vague smell seems to bring us back to childhood and the good old days. Ah! Intoxicated in the forest, looking back is infinite happiness! When you step on it gently, the sound of "click click" comes one after another, which is wonderful. A leaf falls on your shoulder. Please don't throw it away. Put it in a book and let it read with you.
Fallen leaves are the most beautiful flowers in autumn. Look! Its bright colors! From a distance, red, yellow, and green are interlocking, which makes people memorable. This beauty is beyond words, please feel its charm quietly! "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." You're right.
Falling leaves are affectionate. In spring, the big tree mother who keeps it gives it nutrition. Summer, lush, dancing with the wind. Autumn has come, it's time to leave. With tears in his eyes, he reluctantly sat in Brother Feng's car and left his mother who raised him. In the wind, he turned left and right, swinging from side to side, floating around, "I refused to get off, but I still said I was sorry for my old forest", and finally fell to the ground silently.
The leaves are beautiful and autumn is strong. Please hold the fallen leaves in the palm of your hand and instantly hold the beautiful autumn!