As a primary school student, learning ancient poetry is completely different. When I returned to the remote mountain village in my hometown during the holiday, my hometown came into view, and an ancient poem suddenly came to my mind: I saw only two or three miles, four or five smoke villages, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers. I couldn't help reciting it. The ancient poem turned into a painting in front of me, depicting the beautiful scenery of my hometown. Poetry flows into my heart like a clear spring.
Since then, ancient poetry has been integrated into my life. In spring, birds sing "Spring Dawn" everywhere around me. With my appreciation of Jasper's "Singing Willow" dressed as a tree, I never completely consumed their "grass" by touching the wildfire, and went to "Jiangnan Spring", where thousands of birds are singing green and reflecting red. In winter, I watched No Birds in Hundreds of Mountains, Jiang Xue in A Thousand Roads Without Footprints, Xia Sai Qu in Snow on My Back and Sword on My Back, and wrote Silent Night Thinking at the foot of my bed. Listen to Cao Zhi's story of "Boiling beans and burning beans, beans cry in the kettle". Converse with the ancients through time and space, such as making Baidi City as early as possible, staying at Lusu, watching Lushan Waterfall and sleeping in Shansi. I woke up suddenly and watched my mother busy for the whole family. I only feel that "the peach blossom pool is deep in thousands of feet, so it is better to nurture love than a mother's love", and I secretly make up my mind to "go up a storey still higher" and study hard, and "enjoy three spring flowers" when I grow up.
I was deeply impressed by two ancient poems with 400 words, but I was not very interested in ancient poems when I was a child. You may ask, "Then how did you get interested in ancient poetry?" Good question! Then let me tell you something.
When I was a child, my father thought that ancient poetry was the representative of China traditional culture, and he often used his spare time to teach me to learn ancient poetry. I also study hard. But the good times didn't last long, and my interest in learning ancient poetry gradually faded. Once, my father said, "Do you know what" there is no way out, there is another village "means?" I replied casually, "I don't know." Dad explained, "When you were walking through mountains and winding rivers and wondering that there was no road ahead, a colorful mountain village suddenly appeared." Metaphor never gives up, maybe you can succeed if you stick to your teeth. "I suddenly realized:" Oh! I see, maybe if I work harder, I will succeed! " "Not bad." Dad smiled.
After that, my father and I often accumulated more ancient poems than anyone else. Once I stumped my father with the ancient poem "Jiangnan Spring" I just learned. At that time, I danced with joy and cheered loudly: "Yeah! I won! Dad lost! " Ahem, I'm so happy, I think you know. With my ancient poems, it is difficult to beat my father.
Another time, when I recited Crossing the Old Village, I made a mistake about the dynasty of the poem. Father jokingly said, "Ah? What happened to the dynasty? Aren't you afraid of the poet crawling out of the ground to find you? " "Ha ha ha ..." I laughed for a long time. I have never made such a mistake since then.
I like ancient poetry, because it inspires me and brings me fun.
I love ancient poems!
Ancient poetry story composition 400 words 3 from small to large, I have recited many ancient poems and many short stories, so I will talk about it today.
I remember it was Monday, and the teacher asked us to recite the ancient poem "Lord of Hibiscus Mountain in Snow House". The content of the poem is like this: the sunset is far away, the weather is cold, and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. At first, I always couldn't remember a few words. Later, I read it many times and finally memorized it.
I remember this poem, but I don't understand its meaning. what can I do? I went to ask my mother, and she said, "Ah-let me think, alas-I don't know, I can't say." Then what should I do? By the way, I'll look in the book myself.
I put the books on the table layer by layer, looking for them one by one, looking for … ah, finally found them! In "300 Tang Poems", I finally found out that it was originally written to stay on a snowy night. The meaning of the poem is this: when dusk falls on the mountain, the longer the distance, the colder the weather and the poorer the thatched cottage. Chai Men suddenly heard dogs barking outside, and one snowy night came to me as a tenant.
Today, I not only learned the ancient poems by heart, but also learned that I must do things by hand, and I also understood a truth: in fact, I can solve some problems by myself!
February in Jiangnan is just a sunny season, and it is also the time when everything recovers in spring. One day this month, a poet named Ye Shaoweng came to a place with a small garden.
Ye Shaoweng happened to see a small garden here and wanted to see the flowers, trees and beautiful scenery inside. So he tapped Chai Men, and there was no response. So he tapped Chai Men again, and there was no response. He thought, "huh? Why didn't anyone respond! Is it because the owner of the garden is afraid that my clogs will crush his precious moss? Or is the master not at home? " Ye Shaoweng still wanted to see the scenery inside, so he knocked on Chai Men again, but there was still no response. Finally, he had to wander in front of the firewood door, thinking and sighing: "I can't see the beautiful scenery here!" " Ye Shaoweng was very disappointed. He looked at the scenery around the small garden and felt there was nothing to see. He is helpless. When he was ready to leave, he looked up at the small garden. Suddenly, a blooming apricot flower sticks out from the wall. Ye Shaoweng enjoys the lively spring scenery in the garden from a blooming apricot flower and feels the gorgeous spring scenery. His mouth slightly rose and he smiled: "It seems that today is not in vain."
At this moment, the poet Ye Shaoweng wrote "the garden is worth it", which made us understand that all beautiful and vibrant new things should develop according to objective laws, and no external force can stop them.
Ancient Poetry Story Composition 400 Words 5 Spring has come and a hundred flowers are blooming. The great poet Du Fu heard that there was a man named Huang Siniang by the river. There are all kinds of plants in her garden. Now is the time for everything to revive. It must be colorful there. So Du Fu decided to go to the riverside to enjoy flowers.
Du Fu came to the river and saw the river rolling and running. The spring breeze blew, warming my face, and a strong breath of spring sprinkled on this river. But there are only a few wild flowers on the riverside. How can there be Huang Si's maiden garden?
Du Fu couldn't help feeling a little lost. Then a gust of wind passed and Du Fu smelled it. The wind is mixed with rich floral fragrance. I don't know what it is, but it should be a collection of many flowers! Du Fu was intoxicated by the floral fragrance, and swept away the loss just now, and Du Fu was completely immersed in the floral fragrance.
Du Fu didn't wake up until the wind stopped. "The fragrance of flowers just now is so charming. Is that the big garden of Huang Sijia over there? " Thought of here, Du Fu suddenly refreshed, and he walked along the flowers.
Flowers press the branches like bows, and a breeze blows, and the branches shake, sending wisps of fragrance from time to time. There are several butterflies hovering among the flowers, dancing gracefully. It seems to say, "Look, our poet Du Fu is here. Let's enjoy the flowers together! " Du Fu was meditating when there was a crisp "cha-cha" sound in his ear. He looked up and saw several beautiful and lovely orioles singing in the branches, as if singing a wonderful spring hymn.
The sun climbed up from the back hill with a smile, put on red clothes lazily, put on sunglasses and began to work.
The great poet Du Mu put on his robe, came to the calendar and tore off one. The calendar printed with April 3 falls down, just like a girl dancing, and like a person who wants to stay away from home looking back. Full of nostalgia. "Today is Tomb-Sweeping Day!" The great poet Du Mu sighed.
Suddenly, when he heard thunder, Du Mu looked out of the window. The weather really looks like a child's face. It changes when you say it. Just now the sky was clear in Wan Li, but now it is overcast. I can't help but blurt out: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival."
But after all, it's raining, and we still have to worship our ancestors! So Du Mu put on his boots and went to the ancestral temple with an umbrella.
On the road, trees, flowers, tender grass, stones, weeping willows and dark clouds are all lifeless, adding desolation and sadness. Some pedestrians on the road are listless, some are sad and some are sighing. In short, as bleak as a broken soul. Seeing this scene, Du Zuoshi wrote a poem "Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls".
Du Mu was too sad to say a thousand words. Suddenly I thought: Yes! I will drown my sorrows in wine. So I asked a cowherd who was herding cattle, "Where is Xinghua Village?" The shepherd boy pointed to the apricot blossom village in the distance, which was pink. I blurted out, "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. "
Together, it became a household name in modern Qingming poetry. And spread for thousands of years for us to enjoy and sing.
One day, the emperor asked a minister to take Yuaner to do business. Before leaving, Yuaner said to the minister, let me stay here for one day and leave tomorrow. The minister said, but ... okay.
Then, Yuaner went to Wang Wei and said to him, Alas! Wang Wei said: What's the matter? Yuan Er said: I will go to the imperial court to be an official tomorrow. Wang Wei said: Isn't that good? Why sigh? Yuaner said: I don't want to leave you.
Wang Wei said: Nothing, I will miss you. Yuaner said: Really? Wang Wei said: Really! Yuan Er said: Well, Wang Wei said: I'll invite you to dinner at noon today. Yuan Er said shyly, Where is the address? Wang Wei said: Yuan Er, whose address is in .........., said: Well, I know, Yuan Er's mood is much better at once.
At noon, Wang Wei went to Yuaner and said to him, let's eat! ! Yuan Er said: Well, when I got to that hotel, Yuan Er was surprised! ! Why? Oh, the scenery there is beautiful. The light rain that just rained made the willows sprout, made the roofs of every household clean, and made the pond crystal clear and particularly beautiful.
Yuaner said to Wang Wei: It's beautiful here! Wang Wei said: Ha ha, finally found it. Yuaner said: Then let's go in. Wang Wei said, OK, let's go. After they entered the hotel, Wang Wei said, I will miss you. Yuaner also said: Well, I will miss you, too. Wang Wei said: Come as soon as possible! Yuaner said: OK, Wang Wei said: I'll see you off in the morning, and Yuaner said: OK.
Later, in the evening (Arvin was interrupted by Xu), the two of them had a good sleep. In the morning, Yuaner left and Wang Wei went to see him off. Later, Wang Wei sent Yuaner to the city gate. Yuaner left and Wang Wei went home.
Once upon a time, there was a poet named Yuan Zhen who met the great poet Tao Yuanming on his way home from taking an exam in Beijing and became good friends with him.
One day, Tao Yuanming invited Yuan Zhen to his house to recite poems and paint. As soon as he entered Tao Jia's yard, Yuan Zhen saw colorful chrysanthemums blooming in the sun. He was attracted and couldn't help looking around the house. After painting, Yuan Zhen asked Tao Yuanming for more than a dozen chrysanthemum seeds and went home happily.
After crossing the ocean, Yuan Zhen finally returned to his hometown. The first thing he did when he got home was to scatter the coming chrysanthemum seeds in front of and behind the house. Under the careful care of Yuan Zhen, chrysanthemums are in full bloom this autumn: some are red, some are yellow, some are purple, some are like cockscomb flowers, some are like African claws, and some are like .................................................................................................................., the dog's tail. "Oh, my family is finally like a Taoist!" Yuan Zhen cheered.
Every time Yuan Zhen is tired of writing poems, he enjoys chrysanthemums in front of and behind the house. Several times, he didn't even know that the sun had set. Finally, once, while he was watching it at night, his wife asked loudly, "Why are you so obsessed with chrysanthemums?" Yuan Zhen was shocked and immediately woke up and said, "It's not because I prefer chrysanthemums among all the flowers, but because there are no other flowers to appreciate after this chrysanthemum withers." His wife added, "Since you like chrysanthemum so much, why don't you write it into a poem and make it last forever?" Yuan Zhen was inspired by his wife's words, so he wrote this poem:
"The bushes in autumn are like Taoist priests.
It leans around the fence.
Not that chrysanthemums are more popular among flowers,
This flower is even more flowerless "
Since then, this well-known "chrysanthemum" was born!