Poetry accompanies my travels composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone knows some classic poems. Poems are rich in musical beauty. The sentences are generally arranged in lines and pay attention to the beauty of structural form. Still struggling to find good poetry? The following are poems that I have collected for everyone to accompany my travels. Welcome to read and collect them. Poetry to Accompany Me Composition 1

"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown." This is probably the earliest poem we came into contact with. Although it is simple, it is full of Li Bai's longing for his hometown. The ancients loved poetry and often expressed their emotions through poetry, which is still widely circulated today. For 5,000 years in China, almost every dynasty had its own outstanding poets. From officials to scholars, everyone is good at writing poems.

Poetry may be a good way to express emotions. I compose poetry when I am happy, and I compose poetry when I am unhappy. It can cultivate sentiment, relax people, and is an elegant way of life.

Poetry is everywhere in life. It is by our side all the time. Poetry has been with us since the first day of school. We would send poems, recite poems, and even write poems. This is all reflected in the importance of poetry. We must carry forward this traditional culture.

In canteens, we often see slogans like this. "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drops on the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work." It is not only a slogan, but also a manifestation of civilization. It also warns us that the ancients knew how to cherish food, and we must also Know how to cherish.

There is also a song in "Song of Tomorrow" that says, "Tomorrow comes tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrows." This is the lament of the ancients about cherishing time. They know that time flies by like water. If you don't seize it now, it will be even worse. When and how many tomorrows are there? As middle school students, how many tomorrows do we have? To achieve "Today's work, today's completion", seize the time and study hard. It can be said that every inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time.

Feel and observe with your heart, you will find that poetry is everywhere around you, it is everywhere, at bus stops, parks, lotus ponds, restaurants, cafes, even walls, even walls, or just somewhere in the school. A corner. Have you observed it carefully? All these show that our lives are inseparable from poetry.

It is your sigh after seeing the sunset: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk." It is your praise when you watch the lotus: "It emerges from the mud but is not stained, and the clear ripples are not demonic." Also. Or your exclamation after seeing a beauty: "Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is so brave." Aren't these enough to prove the importance of senior brother in our lives?

A child once wrote: "I want to be a tree that blooms when I am happy and falls when I am unhappy." This reflects the innocence and liveliness of children. Nowadays, in major cities Striving to be a civilized city, and the same is true for our region, stone grids are a must. They can add color to life, make life less boring, and become a beautiful landscape. Poetry is with us.

Rocking a awning boat, I would like to be close to the harbor of your soul; holding an oil-paper umbrella, I would like to enter your heart; lighting an oil lamp, I would like to accompany you all night without sleep...

Poetry, with you, my youth is no longer lonely; with you, my journey is more colorful; with you, my years are never lonely... Poetry Accompanying Me Composition 2

Five thousand years ago, the long river of history flowed through the hourglass like quicksand, but it could not take away the sighs and chapters of the predecessors in the long river.

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Who shouted the most primitive labor chant "Hengyou, Hengyo" into the poem? Who is singing "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the river island" by the river? These beautiful "Si Wu Xie" ballads appear at the source of human life memory, and also at the source of long-standing Chinese poetry. I have been associated with poetry since I was a child. I heard from my elders that my name was taken from the Book of Songs, so I have been very interested in poetry and poetry since I was a child.

I remember that in the past, my mother told me the story of Qu Yuan, a pure and pure man, who was sober in a troubled world. He spent his whole life reciting beautiful chapters and composing "Li Sao" and "Songs of Chu"; describing Tao Yuanming's performance in the green mountains. Hoe, walking leisurely, the crisp and melodious birdsong lingered among the green mountains. The moment I suddenly looked back, I saw the scene of Nanshan, and recited the beautiful line "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely see Nanshan" .

In class, the teacher taught about Li Bai’s love for the mountains and rivers, and his swan song of "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return"; he praised Du Fu for always worrying about the country, and for "being safe in Guangsha" Thousands of people in the world are blessed with joy, and they are as safe as a mountain despite the wind and rain!"...

"Appreciation of Poems of the Past Dynasties" has been my most loyal friend for many years. It led me to gradually realize the situational beauty of poetry under the concise words.

Children's every move, every frown and smile will always attract the attention of poets: among the flowers, "children rush to chase yellow butterflies, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found"; on the grass, "returning to have a full meal at dusk" Later, he lay down in the bright moonlight without taking off his coir raincoat; by the stream, he loved it most when a child died, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods; in the woods, a shepherd boy rode an ox, and his singing shook the forest; by the pond, a child with a shaggy head learned to weep. Lun, sitting sideways with berries and moss reflecting on me"; on the boat, "it's strange that there is no rain but the umbrella is open, not to cover the head but to use the wind"...Scenes full of childishness seem to reappear in my childhood dreams ; Each of these innocent children turned out to be so close to me!

"Appreciation of Poetry of the Past Dynasties" taught me to perceive the deep emotions hidden underneath through the surface of words. For example, in the farewell poem, Liu Yong chanted, "Sentiment has been sad since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival." Wang Wei "persuaded you to drink another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends." They are all very sad; Li Bai Chu Li On the river bank, I saw "the lonely sail in the distance and the shadow in the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flowing in the sky." The feeling of farewell was beyond words. Wang Bo's "There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world", and Gao Shi's "Don't worry about having no friends in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you." What they convey to their friends is that the future is bright, and they encourage them to move forward with great strides.

Chinese classical poetry is so charming. It seems that through this tunnel of time, I have a "clear connection" with the great ancient Chinese poets. I wandered in the long river of Chinese civilization of five thousand years, bathed in the sunshine of knowledge, absorbed the nutrients of culture, and let poetry accompany me to grow.