Poetry composition 1 "shh-"I stopped suddenly when I was walking on campus. "Why?" Asked the companion. "Listen, smell and see …" I said mysteriously. "Cut!" The companion sneered. "These are the poems of the earth!" I am positive color way. "Ha ha ....." Companion smiled more happily.
Don't believe it? Listen. Listen to the bird that gets up early and does morning exercises. When you didn't wake up, it began to sing a strange and beautiful song. Obviously, the source of the melody is determined from a distance. It's this tree. When you approach, you feel that the voice of nature is coming from the other side, so it is futile to follow the voice. And stand here. The morning sunshine is full of warm tunes, accompanied by a breezy breeze, and the overtones are just right, not to mention the melodious tunes. You can listen carefully, but the tune has drifted away, leaving behind the noise and welcoming the new sun, as if welcoming hope. Poetry of the earth is a song of hope played by birds.
Don't believe it? You smell, you smell the small flowers covered with iron bars, secretly surging with fragrance, with a sweet and cool taste. When you get close to flowers and bones, you smell them, but they are not very fragrant, but you gradually move away, but the fragrance is disturbed and stuck in your nose. On a hot afternoon, I took a swig greedily when I came back, but how can I stop that moment of youth? At this time, you will smell a quiet place full of green leaves, as thin as silk thread and as shallow as nothingness, but it is true. You only dare to sniff and spit carefully, hoping to put others' share into your heart basket, but you don't want to desecrate this elegant beauty. At this moment, you have a little understanding of the songs contained in that breath. Poetry of the earth is an introverted song brewed by flowers and leaves.
Don't believe it? You see, you see the small flames jumping in the west, and the bleak and lifeless dusk has won some extraordinary colors. You must say "the sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night", but I didn't. Look carefully. I'm moving. At dusk in the mountains, why don't you stubbornly squeeze out light from the cracks in the trees to show me? He worked so hard, so persistent, it was obvious that he had been reduced to a desperate situation. Why didn't he give up? You stare at Venus floating among the leaves in the gap. Isn't it Mars that he finally burned himself and released light? Besides, we are still young and can't despair. Even if we fail, how can we be defeated? Looking at the sunset, obviously tired but still tenacious support for a day, there is a faint heat flow into your eyes, and your heart finally understands the songs that have flowed. Poetry of the earth is a persistent song played by the sunset alone.
Children, don't underestimate the poetry of the earth. It gave me hope, taught me to be introverted and told me to persist. I love the poems of the earth, not only his teachings, but also his singing day after day.
Poetry composition in February, since ancient times, people have different opinions, different opinions and different opinions. Probably because everyone has his own moon hidden in his heart. Different moods have different properties.
People always seem to regard the moon as the best symbol of sadness and missing. For example, Zhou Bangyan said in The Magpie Flying at Night that "the slanting moon is far from the sunset" and "the slanting moon is far away" rendered the desolate atmosphere when leaving. Because in his mind, the moon is cold, cold, and does not understand family ties. The moon sets off the inseparable relationship with his wife and writes about the pain of parting. With the same feeling as the keynote, there is Liu Yi's ending in Qian Ying, Xi. Xiao Xing painted the misty village, which started in Ma Si, and the waning moon still wears the sparse forest. The same parting, the same bitterness, is faster than a magpie flying at night. Since the waning moon hanging in the sky doesn't mean reunion, it has not left yet, and there is still a little moonlight stuck in the grass. With the moonlight in the stars, how can we not let the waning moon in the author's heart get colder?
Some people also take the moon as the object of their talk. In Han Gong Chun, Li Taihou confided his loneliness to Jiang and the moon, recalling it as he spoke. He seems to have got everything from the confinement, understood everything and let himself vent. So he wrote "Wei Yun Danyue, to Jiang Tian, who will pay him back".
Of course, he is not the only one who is in a daze about the moon and tells his own experience, so some people who praise the moon and have a bright moon in their hearts often come to release the moon, "sentimental and unromantic." People who live and die because of love, sentimental people, how can you blame romantic people? If romantic love is also given by human beings!
Of course, there are also people who simply express their praise for the moon like Chen Yi, but most of the praise is based on the beauty of the moon, so we can finally taste the author's long affection, "The moonlight is thin, and the dream is fascinating."
Did the month change you, or did you change the month? It depends on your mood.
Poetry Composition 3 Poetry is the precious wealth of China's classical culture. Whoever it is can recite a sentence or two. It can be seen that poetry has completely entered people's lives and become an indispensable cultural supply in people's spiritual world.
I remember when I was just literate, my mother bought a big card with "Goose" printed on it. Since then, my mother has made me read Pinyin every day. Practice makes perfect. A week has passed, and I can recite it even if I can't read it well at first. "Goose, goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm clearing the waves." After more than a month, whenever there are guests at home, my mother will let me "show my skills." In the world of poetry, I fully felt the beauty of China's poetry.
I was only in kindergarten at that time, so whenever I learned a poem, my mother would give me one yuan as a reward. When I was in the first grade, I thought I would gain something and make extra efforts to recite poems. But I don't want to, this "hard work" makes me deeply infatuated with them.
These efforts for poetry not only made my brain bank have some "savings", but also expanded my knowledge treasure house.
The Song of Tomorrow by Qian Hetan, a poet in Qing Dynasty, warns us that we must cherish time. We must finish today's work and never put it off until tomorrow, otherwise, these things will accumulate and will never be finished in the end. "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time" is an absolute truth.
Besides cherishing time, poetry has also taught me a lot of philosophy of life. "outstanding people, dead but not stiff." Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, expressed his outlook on life in Xia Shi: to live and be a hero on earth; If you die, you should be a hero in the ghost. "When people don't know Lingyunmu, they will wait until Lingyun starts to get high." Du Xunhe, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, told us in Komatsu that even the humble grass can become a tall and sturdy "Lingyunmu" as long as it works hard. ...
Poetry enriches our spiritual world, makes our life no longer boring and makes our sentiment more noble!
Poetry Composition 4 Poetry is everywhere in the growing years.
Poetry brings me beautiful enjoyment. "all loves can't be caged, and an apricot comes out of the wall", "A touch of setting sun is sprinkled in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" ... Reading these poems, I seem to see the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, which not only brings me beautiful enjoyment, but also teaches me a lot about being a man.
The earliest poem in my memory is "Compassion for Farmers": "It is noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " I don't know how many times at dinner, my mother told me that food is hard to come by, so we should know how to cherish it. In a reading class, I learned the ancient poems Song of Tomorrow and Song of Today. The poem mentions "tomorrow" and "today" many times, telling us repeatedly that we only have one life, and we should cherish time before we can make a difference. And the poem in Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer made me understand the hard work of our parents to raise us and let us know that we should be filial when we grow up. ...
Poetry, the precipitation of history, the essence of culture. I like poetry. May poetry walk with me!
In the first class this afternoon, we held a poetry competition in grade five, and all the students in grade five went to the multi-function hall.
Here we go. First of all, a small host presided over us, and there was a row of teachers sitting below to grade the people who recited poems. 1 contestant was beautifully dressed, but when he recited the music, he began to recite it before that paragraph, and then he stuttered, so his performance was not good; Player No.2 is Tao Tao, a classmate of our class. Dressed in a taekwondo suit, he recited Lushan Waterfall to us. He recited well and his gestures were well coordinated. The students below applauded him. Rong Zhang, a classmate who came to our class, recited very well, and her voice was like a lark. While she was reciting poems, she also photographed his graceful movements. She combined action and voice and performed very well. Although it was very hot, the students listened carefully to the contestants' performances. Warm applause rang out from time to time in the hall.
Look at three female students. They are wearing beautiful dresses and faint beauty makeup. The three of them performed in tandem, and they felt very harmonious. With the end of the students' recitation, let's talk about the evaluation results. Rong Zhang and Xinghui of our class won the first prize, and Su Tao of our class won the second prize. They are really excellent! Two first prizes and one second prize in our class are awesome!
It's time for the second class, and we walk into the classroom one by one. The Chinese teacher began to give prizes to the four contestants in yesterday's speech contest, and also to the winners of today's poetry contest. I'm really proud of them!
Poetry Composition 6 Soon, the study of Unit 5 is over, and we are brought into a fairy-tale colorful poetry world. We wander in the world of poetry and enjoy the wonderful poems to our heart's content.
I found countless treasures. Tang poetry is fluent, Song poetry is beautiful, and Yuan music is pleasing to the ear. Traveling in the world of poetry, I learned a lot about the thoughts and feelings of poetry, and also got some methods of appreciation, knowing the lives of some poets. While reading the poem, I carved it and vaguely imagined the artistic conception of the poem. This way of reading poetry makes me feel very comfortable. However, our harvest is insignificant, just like a drop of water in the sea and a green leaf in the forest.
Reading Wang Wei's Chai Lu, I saw the quiet scenery of empty mountains and deep forests; When reading Du Fu's quatrains, I feel cheerful and passionate. After reading Liu Yuxi's Autumn Wind, I felt his homesickness. ...
In this activity, I also became a little poet! Good words and sentences accumulated in my mind are gathered together like leaven. I wrote a modern poem "Rainbow" with surging emotions. I read it proudly and was praised by the teacher! Don't mention how much you like it!
I sorted out these absurd poems and compiled a collection of poems. I read these wonderful words beautifully and enjoyed these poems full of wisdom. I feel refreshed. "Poetry is really a bright pearl in the treasure house of literature!"
Poetry is a breeze, which makes people relaxed and happy, and poetry is a beam of sunshine, which makes people full of warmth. Let's read more poems in the garden of poems and let them accompany us all our lives!