A 300-word composition of a poet's story

1. Examples of the life value composition of ancient poets

When will life wake up like a dream? The flowers are ruthless, the sun is like blood, the piano is broken, and tears are streaming down her face. -Inscription: The wind and rain break the clear moon, the stars fall, the sun sets, the cuckoo, and a lonely light shines in the secluded window. You didn't sleep at night. It must be the sadness of "can't move, worry too much" in your heart that dispels your drowsiness. Eyebrow, is your deep sadness. The destruction of the country has taken away the smile on your faces. You, Li Qingzhao, survived strongly under the ravages of the world, but as an ancient woman, you cut off the weak psychology of ancient women. She didn't give up her life because of her husband's death, but lamented the loss of her country and returned home with a full moon. I admire you, your character, your loyalty to your husband and your dedication to your country. I admire you even more for being a hero who doesn't want to be a woman, but rather a hero who lives as a hero and dies as a ghost. I admire your spirit of challenging. With your own efforts, you became the first female poet in the history of China, creating a precedent in history and proving the theory that "who says women are inferior to men". Nowadays, you are burdened with national hatred and family enmity, and you can't sleep day and night, in exchange for the haggard appearance of "people are thinner than yellow flowers". -Poetic melody words are changeable, shining on you is better than a blue solitary lamp. Tsing Yi is plain, and you look at the moon by the window. The waning moon is like a cracked jade, and it can't be mended if it is cracked. Leng Yue is chilling. That night, you recited "yellow flowers piled on the ground, haggard and damaged." Who can pick it now? " "You are sad in your heart, but your words are not as good as Li Yu." It's easier to see without looking, and the water is gone, and everything is built in the sky and underground. "The beauty of words; Without Li He's poem "Phoenix breaks Kunshan, Lotus cries, Xianglan laughs", Fan Zhongyan's magnificent poem, General's poem "White hair and tears", Tao Yuanming's poem "Planting beans in the south of the mountain, grass full of bean sprouts" and Su Shi's poem "The wine is still in full bloom, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what! "Bold words are not as elegant as Li Bai's words" The bones of great writers are your brushes, and I grew up with you in Tianyuan ",but you have the beauty of the poem" to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night ". Nothing can eliminate this feeling, only frowning, but facing my heart. "Those touching words, your poems are saturated with your love for your country and your husband, your words interpret your sadness, and you can feel your strength after loneliness and pain. -One dream after another. I like the sadness in your poems, the strength after clearing your tears, your innocent heart and the deep patriotic feelings between your eyebrows. You have gone through a hard journey and gained eternal beauty. Beauty exists in historical time and space, in people's lonely hearts and in books of wisdom. I hope that one day, I can inherit you I admire Li Bai's ambition, Wen Tianxiang's patriotic spirit till death do us part, Qu Yuan's character of not colluding with the common customs, and your indomitable spirit of challenging yourself. Your beauty lies in your heart. Your heart is like a piece of jadeite jade stained with ink. It looks dirty, but it is actually pure and flawless. This is your beauty. Now, the dream has awakened, the flowers are still blooming beautifully, the blackbirds are melodious, and the red sun gradually emerging from the horizon is a prelude to the birth of a new generation of poets. I don't know, but your poems and your character will remain in my heart forever.

Please write a 300-word composition on the topic "My favorite poet"

1. You are the best, you are brilliant, and Jiang Zuo is far behind. He once boasted: "There is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian has eight buckets. I have to fight, and the world is divided into one battle. " Quite a Xuanyuan arrogant blood recommendation.

You are not in position, go your own way. Xie Lingyun is not a quiet hermit like Tao Qian. His heart is full of pride and rebellion. Landscape poems have entrusted your grievances and indignation. Different from Bao Zhao's "Draw a Sword and Strike a Column with a Sigh" and Li Bai's "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to a high official?" You should be able to participate in power without knowing it.

Willfulness makes you always recruit powerful officials to make fans, and regard the life of a scholar as a silent and dignified ambition. What about the Jin dynasty's abolition of the title and sending slaves? What's wrong with Liu Yilong's policy of netting aristocratic families? Self-willed and arrogant, you indulged in the landscape and chose the white couple to compete for the price. "Spring grass grows in the pool, and willows turn into songbirds in the garden", "The sky is crisp, the autumn is crisp, and the moon is shining in the wild" is such a beautiful sentence that only those who leave the power source can become unrestrained travelers. The fresh and lively poetic style is regarded as the standard of landscape poetry, which is based on sadness and joy and is born out of things. Nirvana is the originator of landscape poetry.

The Tang dynasty has disappeared, but the Tang poetry has been passed down from generation to generation. Many talented poets have created a new era and written their own legendary chapters. Of all the poets, I admire you the most-Li Bai.

It seems that you always like to wear white clothes and wander freely among the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, just like a fairy who has been demoted to the world. You praise the majestic Lushan Waterfall and sing the majestic Jingmen, which is the end of the mountain and the beginning of the plain, and the river winds through the wilderness. When you are happy, you will sing "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" " When you are depressed, you whisper, "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sails and build a bridge on the deep sea."

You are doomed not to be an official. Although you had a glorious history of imperial concubine learning ink and Lux taking off his boots, you were not exiled in the end. Although you try your best to describe your joy with "a thousand miles of Jiangling", you can't hide your inner helplessness and hesitation. Why are loyal officials exiled, but treacherous officials bossing around in the court?

The failure of officialdom has wiped out your good feeling of being an official in politics. You completely lose confidence in this dark officialdom and stand at the fork in the road of life. "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry and the mountains were covered with snow." Where is the road ahead?

Late at night, the bright moonlight shines into your cabin, and a feeling of homesickness arises spontaneously. Remember what your parents taught you: Go out and do what you like, son! Don't force yourself. You suddenly realize that writing poetry is what you really like. You have lived for poetry all your life, and you must never let the reins of officialdom bind your soul.

You are back to the poem that you miss day and night like a bird escaping from a cage. "Autumn geese and Changfeng escort, I face them from this villa and drink my wine" is your heroic spirit, "I am worried about the bright moon, and the wind blows to the west at night" is your concern.

Oh, what a great poet, what a degenerate Li Bai, your poems are like rivers, magnificent, and your people are like the bright moon, pure and white. I admire you most, Li Bai!

[3] This story composition about the patriotic poet Qu Yuan is 450 words.

Legend has it that after Qu Yuan's death, the people of Chu were so sad that they flocked to the Miluo River to pay homage to Qu Yuan. The fisherman paddled the boat and fished for his real body back and forth on the river. A fisherman took out rice balls, eggs and other foods prepared for Qu Yuan and threw them into the river, saying that ichthyosaurs, shrimps and crabs were full and would not bite the doctor. People followed suit after seeing it. An old doctor took an altar of realgar wine and poured it into the river, saying that he would stun the dragon water beast with medicine so as not to hurt Dr. Qu. Later, people were afraid that rice balls would be eaten by dragons, so they came up with the idea of wrapping rice with neem leaves and then wrapping it with colored silk to make it develop into brown seeds.

After that, on the fifth day of May every year, there is the custom of dragon boat racing, eating zongzi and drinking realgar wine. In memory of the patriotic poet Qu Yuan.

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Tao Yuanming was a great poet in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Today, his story is widely circulated in our society, which brings us a lot of thoughts ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

(1) Under the hedge of chrysanthemum picking, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

At that time, the Eastern Jin society was in darkness, while Tao Yuanming lived a leisurely life. He actively engaged in agricultural labor and brewed his own life like a bee. Whenever he is tired, he always reads leisurely in Nanshan, never leaving his hand.

(2) Good reading, not asking for a solution.

Tao Yuanming is indifferent to fame and fortune, and his only hobby is reading. However, he never seeks profound and complicated explanations. He concentrates on reading, just to pursue spiritual enjoyment ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

(3) after drinking, you will be drunk.

Besides reading, Tao Yuanming's biggest hobby is drinking. However, he is poor and can't drink often. So once relatives and friends give a banquet to entertain him, he will not hesitate to drink it off, hoping to get drunk. From this point, we can see Tao Yuanming's negative mentality of escaping from the reality of dark society.

Tao Yuanming has a lot to learn from and a lot to avoid. As the saying goes, "the feet are shorter, the inches are longer."

This is Tao Yuanming in my mind.

"Wu" composition "Become a poet, Xin Qiji" 300 words.

Some people, advocating the road of enjoyment, are arrogant and extravagant; Some people yearn for the carefree road, plum wife crane; Some people love ordinary roads and do nothing; You, on the other hand, put aside the secular road, experience the tragic killing of the enemy in the military field, feel the pain of the people's arrows and rain, show the ambition of swallowing Wan Li in the jaws of death, and open up a brilliant road.

Just a classmate and a teenager, in the prime of life.

You are young and ambitious. The corruption of the imperial court, the invasion of the nomads from the army and the sufferings of the people have inspired you to serve your country. You joined the army and defended your country with the spirit that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. You, a weak scholar, shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the country and the people with your weak shoulders.

"Xiao is raining, the west wind is cold, and the house is full of clothes like snow. As a strong man, the sad song is incomplete. " Fighting on the battlefield, you go forward bravely; The road ahead is long, and you laugh it off. You are determined to take a road of loyal service to the country.

As the sun sets, the misty rain is heartbroken

After the anti-gold return, you entered the official career. You have done your best to spill your blood to the court. You are upright and refuse to give in to the darkness of officialdom. You are a passionate person. Maybe your light stung their dark eyes, maybe your footsteps awakened their prosperous dreams, and you were excluded.

In this era of advocating pleasure, people expect you to sing coloratura and show off poetry, but you insist on running counter to it and don't want to be lowered. You will become a smart person with the heart of serving your country, which indicates that you will bow like a full moon, look at the northwest and shoot at the vast atmosphere of Sirius.

The old horse is full of courage.

When you were sixty-six, you got the job. At that time, the court was preparing for the Northern Expedition. You did your best to warn the rulers to be cautious and not to use troops rashly. But your loyalty is ignored by suspicion. How many pedestrians shed tears when they saw Yugutai Qingjiang River? You are depressed, but not negative. You are still preoccupied with the success of the Anti-Japanese War and sigh, "Who can ask, Lian Po is too old to eat?" You avoided the road of seclusion in the mountains.

Looking up at the universe in the blue sky; In the Wang Teng Pavilion, outstanding people, climbing high and looking far, making contributions; Xin Qiji, you avoided the worldly vision and chose a different way, thus changing your name from a symbol to forever.

"Lu" composition: My favorite poet has 300 words.

You are the best, you are brilliant, and Jiang Zuo is far behind. He once boasted: "There is only one stone in the world, and Cao Zijian has eight buckets. I have a struggle in my heart, and there is still room for struggle in the world. " Quite a Xuanyuan arrogant blood recommendation.

You are not in position, go your own way. Xie Lingyun is not a quiet hermit like Tao Qian. His heart is full of pride and rebellion. Landscape poems have entrusted your grievances and indignation. Different from Bao Zhao's "Draw a Sword and Strike a Column with a Sigh" and Li Bai's "Oh, how can I solemnly bow and scrape to a high official?" You should be able to participate in power without knowing it.

Willfulness makes you always recruit powerful officials to make fans, and regard the life of a scholar as a silent and dignified ambition. What about the Jin dynasty's abolition of the title and sending slaves? What's wrong with Liu Yilong's policy of netting aristocratic families? Self-willed and arrogant, you indulged in the landscape and chose the white couple to compete for the price. "Spring grass grows in the pool, and willows turn into songbirds in the garden", "The sky is crisp, the autumn is crisp, and the moon is shining in the wild" is such a beautiful sentence that only those who leave the power source can become unrestrained travelers. The fresh and lively poetic style is regarded as the standard of landscape poetry, which is based on sadness and joy and is born out of things. Nirvana is the originator of landscape poetry.

Li Bai, a poet of Qi Dynasty, came to my home and wrote a 300-word composition.

Fan Wen:

"The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? "Every time I read this poem, a picture always comes to my mind: a wandering man in a gown stood at the window in late autumn night and sighed at the moon. The moonlight shone gently on him, infinitely gentle. He is Li Bai.

Li Bai was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He was clever when he was a child, but he was very playful. Once, he sneaked out of school and came to the river. He saw an old woman grinding a needle with a pestle again. Li Bai was surprised. "How is that possible?" "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is ground into a needle." Grandma's words made Li Bai suddenly realize that he had finally studied hard.

I admire Li Bai's efforts. His backbone is worth learning. When he was an official, he was not ashamed of flattery and was excluded, but he chose to leave Beijing angrily. At the same time, he also wrote the famous sentence "An Neng obeys, is loyal and does not bully".

Reading Li Bai's poems, you will have rich feelings. Some are elegant, some are long, and some are unrestrained. ......

I read from "Are We Artemisia selengensis People?" And "I am worried about the bright moon" made me feel his tenderness. "But since the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with the sword" is his helplessness, and "sailing and breaking the waves sometimes" is full of his persistence. This is Li Bai's poem, which makes me memorable.

This is the great Li Bai, the glorious representative of the Chinese nation, and an example for me to learn.

The Creation of "Ba" Story by Ancient Poets

Li Bai's story

Li Bai was a very clever boy since he was a child. At the age of five, Xiao Li Bai sat by the window and began to shake his head and recite famous articles loudly. He only needs two or three times to memorize the contents of the book without any difficulty. Because Li Bai always does his homework well, the teacher likes Li Bai very much and often praises him in front of the children. However, Li Bai is also a playful child. Like other children, he inevitably has some shortcomings. One day, the teacher was still lecturing, but he was distracted. He stared out of the window with big eyes and remembered the story of golden carp told by his mother last night. Li Bai thought, "Those little fish are wearing golden scales and shining in the sun. It's really beautiful. However, will their beauty attract bad people? If someone catches you, you won't be able to swim freely. It's a pity. " Look, Li Bai began to fall into his own fantasy world. Seeing Li Bai waiting for a while, the teacher knew that he was not listening carefully, so he stopped the class and said angrily, "Li Bai, stand up and repeat what I just said." Li Bai woke up suddenly and stood up hurriedly, but he couldn't say a word. "The students are laughing at me!" Li Bai's face turned red, and he felt extremely embarrassed. On the way home from school, Li Bai was still angry with himself. Suddenly, he found a white-haired old woman grinding a thick iron bar by a clear stream. The old woman grinded very hard, and big drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead, but the old woman just raised her hand and wiped the sweat with her sleeve, and then continued to grind the big iron bar. Li Bai was very curious to see the old woman grinding the iron bar so hard. So he ran forward, came to the old woman's side, gently pulled the old woman's skirt and said politely, "Hello, grandma. Excuse me, why are you grinding this big iron bar? " The old woman continued to grind her iron bar intently and said without looking back, "I want to grind it into a thin embroidery needle." Li Bai's eyes widened and he pursed his lips and said, "Can such a thick iron bar be ground into a needle?" The old woman turned to look at Li Bai and saw his incredible appearance. She stopped what she was doing, squatted down and said kindly to Li Bai, "Good boy, as long as you work hard, iron bars can be ground into embroidery needles!" " Li Bai seemed to suddenly understand a profound truth and nodded vigorously. This incident left a deep impression on Li Bai and had a positive impact on his future study and life. Later, whenever he encountered difficulties in reading, he naturally thought of the teaching that "as long as the kung fu is deep, the iron rod is ground into a needle", so he refreshed himself, summoned up courage and worked tirelessly. For a time, he even moved to a Taoist temple to study hard in order to concentrate on his studies. It is with this spirit that he read a lot of books, which laid a solid foundation for the success of his poetry creation in the future.

Poet immortal "descent"

The name of Li Bai, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, is a household name in China. Li Bai is a very great poet. He wrote many famous poems in his life and passed them on to future generations. Today, many children who love learning are reciting Li Bai's poems. Li Bai's poems are full of magical imagination and often take people to another fantasy world where only immortals live. Therefore, people who love Li Bai's poems have given him a good name and called him "Poet Fairy". Li Bai traveled all over China's beautiful mountains and rivers, just like a free and unrestrained fairy roaming Wan Li. Whenever he went to a distinctive place, he always wrote poems to express his feelings, never put on airs, and became good friends with the locals, forming a profound friendship. So there are many touching stories about Li Bai among the people. There is a mysterious legend about the birth of Li Bai. It is said that Li Bai's mother had a strange dream the night before she gave birth to Li Bai. What did she dream? It turned out that she dreamed of the beautiful starry sky. So many shining stars winked at her, it was really hard to see. However, there is still a very special star that attracted the attention of Li Bai's mother. This is the brightest star that rises first on the western horizon in autumn evening. It is called Taibai Star, which is what we call the morning star today. It is so dazzling and shining that it suddenly dwarfs other stars in the night sky. Just as Li Bai's mother looked up at the white star and admired its brightness, the white star suddenly fell from the sky and fell into Li Bai's mother's arms. At this time, Li Bai's mother felt a pain in her stomach. Thus, a chubby little life was born. Because of this white star dream, mom and dad decided to name the lovely baby Li Bai, which is too white. When Li Bai grew up, he used poetry to express his loyalty to the motherland and love for the people, and inspired himself to struggle against all kinds of difficulties in order to realize the lofty ideal of helping the king govern the country and helping the poor to do more good deeds, and made great achievements. Li Bai is really like a bright white star, illuminating our way forward with his light. Li Bai's extraordinary talent made him a world-famous poet. So even Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty wanted to see how powerful Li Bai was. So Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty issued a letter inviting Li Bai to meet in the palace to discuss state affairs. Hearing the emperor's call, Li Bai strode into the palace with a smile, without any restraint or tension. Tang Xuanzong saw Li Bai's extraordinary appearance, momentum and bright eyes, just like the rising sun in the East. Through a cordial conversation with Li Bai, the emperor found that Li Bai was really not simple. His knowledge is so profound that no matter what questions are raised, he can readily answer them and put forward many original opinions of his own. Tang Xuanzong was very happy to have such a boastful scholar around him and immediately invited Li Bai to stay and have dinner with him. At that time, it was a very, very glorious thing for anyone to have dinner with the emperor. What's more, the emperor personally entertained Li Bai with a table full of good dishes. As a result, many people envy Li Bai, but there are also many narrow-minded people who envy him. But Li Bai is not afraid of being envied by others. He is as free and wild as ever. Li Bai likes to drink. Du Fu, another great poet of his time, once wrote in a poem: "One hundred poems of Li Bai's fighting for wine are buried in Chang 'an Restaurant. The son of heaven called instead of boarding the boat, claiming that he was Brewmaster. "This poem means:" Li Bai can write hundreds of poems after drinking a barrel of wine, and he can fall asleep in a hotel in Chang 'an. While drinking, Li Bai ignored the emperor's call and called himself Brewmaster. One day, the emperor summoned Li Bai again and asked him to draft a very important imperial edict. It happened that Li Bai had just finished drinking and staggered towards the main hall. He squinted around and saw a eunuch standing beside the emperor staring at him very unfriendly. The eunuch named Gao Lishi was very popular with the emperor at that time. Even the emperor's son called him "brother", and the princes and ministers also called him "father". Gao Lishi always thought to himself, "I am a red man in front of the emperor, who dares to offend me! "So he throws his weight around in the palace all day, always bullying those small officials who are excluded by him. He found it hard for the emperor to like Li Bai, so he wanted to find a chance to fix Li Bai. Li Bai, in fact, has long been disgusted with this bully eunuch. So he said to the emperor, "Your Majesty, I have a small request. I wonder if you will allow it? "Because the emperor was anxious to ask Li Bai to write the imperial edict, he said anxiously," Just say what you want. " Li Bai said, "I just drank some wine, so I can't write articles respectfully as usual." "Please allow me to dress casually so that I can write this imperial edict to meet your requirements." The emperor thought about it, touched his beard and said, "In this case, I will allow you to do whatever you want." So Li Bai stretched himself and said, "The shoes I wear are too tight. I need to change into a pair of loose casual shoes." The emperor immediately asked someone to bring him a pair of leisure shoes to change. Li Bai took the opportunity to extend his foot to Gao Lishi standing by: "Take off your shoes for me!" Gao Lishi is used to bossing around at ordinary times, but I didn't expect Li Bai to attack suddenly. Without psychological preparation, Gao Lishi naturally knelt down as a slave and took off his boots for Li Bai. This time, Li Baike let those who were bullied by Gao Lishi breathe a sigh of relief, and even people thousands of years later were happy to hear this story. Seeing Wang Bai off with tears likes visiting famous mountains and rivers very much. He has traveled to the north and south of the river many times and traveled to the Yellow River. On the map of our great motherland, Li Bai's footprints are almost all there. Those brilliant mountain flowers exude fragrance, and those happy birds chirp. In Li Bai's eyes, nature is full of poetry and painting, and it is a world of all kinds. Therefore, he often travels around. One day, he received a letter from a man named Wang Lun. The letter said, "Will Mr. Rainbow go to play? We have ten miles of peach blossoms here. Does Mr. Rainbow drink? We have Wanjia Hotel here. Please come to Jingxian County in southern Anhui. " Li Bai is very happy to read this invitation letter. He immediately packed his bags and set off for Jingxian County. However, after arriving in Jingxian County, Li Baichao looked around for a long time and didn't see any ten-mile peach blossoms, let alone Wanjia Hotel. Just wondering, a well-dressed villager came forward and said, "Mr. Li Bai, nice to meet you." I'm Wang Lun. "Wang Lun then explained:" The ten-mile peach blossom mentioned in my letter means that there is a peach blossom pond ten miles away, and Wanjia Hotel means a hotel run by a man named Wan. Li Bai smiled. So these two people became good friends. Wang Lun invited Li Bai to live in his house for a period of time, made his wife cook a lot of home cooking, and warmly treated Li Bai with good wine brewed for many years. They ate and talked and had a good time. Later, Li Bai went to live with some friends nearby for a few days. But there are still many important things waiting for Li Bai to do. So after a few days, Li Bai decided to leave. However, in order not to cause trouble to Wang Lun, Li Bai did not bid farewell to Wang Lun. He is going to go home quietly by boat. Who knows, just when Li Bai got on the boat and the boat was about to start, Wang Lun arrived. You know, if we slow down again, it will be too late. Li Bai heard Wang Lun and the villagers holding hands and singing farewell songs, while stepping on the rhythm with their feet. Li Bai was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect Wang Lun to come to the river with so many villagers to see him off. These people are very kind to him. He only felt a heat in his heart, and his tears almost fell. In this way, Li Bai wrote a very famous poem called To Wang Lun. The last two sentences of the poem read: "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun." It means: "Even if the water in Taohuatan is as deep as thousands of feet, it is not as deep as the friendship that Wang Lun sent me." Why is this poem for Wang Lun so beautiful and moving, and why is it spread so widely? Because it describes the pure and simple friendship between a great poet and ordinary people. This is also an important reason why Li Bai has been especially loved by ordinary people for thousands of years.

The middle paragraph in the composition of the Ninth Competition introduces the poet's writing background and the story at that time, which comes from the book.

1, writing background

During his five years in Song Ningzong, the poet indulged in his research and liked to read poetry collections on cold winter nights. The north wind roared outside the window, and the air conditioning was oppressive. In the silent night, the poet could not restrain his surging emotions. He wrote this philosophical poem and gave it to his son Yu Zi with deep affection.

2. Original text

Read to my son on winter nights.

The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.

What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.

3. Translation

The ancients spared no effort in their studies, and often achieved nothing when they were old. After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect. If you want to understand the truth deeply, you must practice it yourself.

4. Brief analysis

Reading on a Winter Night and Showing Children is a seven-character quatrain written by Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, in his later years. Reading on a Winter's Night for Children is a philosophical poem, which is full of the poet's profound educational thoughts and also places his ardent expectations on children.

"Pick up" and copy down your composition, more than 300 words, entitled "I am a little poet"

I am a very ordinary girl, but it is because I am too ordinary that I feel unusual. Let me introduce myself first. Name: (. . ), easy to remember. My father's and my mother's surnames are one each, and their age is 12. Hobbies: Speaking of hobbies, I can count too much, reading books and listening to music. . . . . . I like them all. Advantages: countless. As for the shortcomings, I won't say it. I am a face-saving person. Let me talk about my own feelings about myself first: not as smart, cute, stupid and clumsy as other girls.

Soon after I came to my new school, there were a lot of annoying things that made me dizzy. The most troublesome thing is to take care of yourself.

The literal interpretation of the word "self-care" is: take care of your own life. I'm just annoyed by it. I have been spoiled since I was a child. Washing clothes is my number one problem. I finally know how to wash it, but the speed is really slow. Some clothes have been washed for me for half an hour. . . . Half an hour. . Sweat). It was 10 minutes before class. I was in a hurry to get ready to close the team, "squeezed" out of the water and ran with the washbasin in my arms. Hang clothes on a hanger in a hurry. . I still don't know its name. It's raining overhead, so squeeze some water out first. "Hua!" Oh, my God, soapy water! The clothes are not clean! Well, forget it, hang up first (I often comfort myself like this). You can't do anything well if you are in a hurry. It's time for class, and I'm in a rash. The only solution is to throw it into the box first. Two hours later, when I looked at it for the second time, the clothes were dirty and the box was wet. Hum, wait and concentrate on washing!

Well, I was born to be such an absent-minded person. Well, what do you think of me after listening to my introduction? Isn't it a little cute?

My dear teacher Song's comment: You are a lovely girl! The whole article is full of vigor, vigor, fluent language and relaxed humor, which is in line with the characteristics of girls of this age)