Poetry about walking in

1. What poems describe "exploration"? 1. The road is long, and I will go up and down. Qu Yuan's Li Sao

On the road of pursuing truth, the road ahead is still long, but I will persevere and spare no effort to pursue and explore.

But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. Don Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Hotel.

If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.

3. Yu and four people embraced the fire and entered. The deeper they go, the harder it is to get in, and the weirder it is. Song Dynasty —— Wang Anshi's Journey to Treasure Toad

I came in with four people with torches. The deeper you go, the harder it is to move forward, and the more wonderful you see.

4, the trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Xinghan is brilliant, if it is unexpected; I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire. Three Kingdoms —— Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to emanate from this vast ocean. The Milky Way galaxy is full of stars, as if they were born from this vast ocean. I am very happy, so I use this poem to express my inner ambition.

The canal is required to be so clear because it is the source of living water. Xi's Reading Thought in Song Annotation

Why is the water in that square pond so clear? It is because there is an inexhaustible source that continuously delivers living water to it.

6, the ancients learned nothing, suitable for all ages. What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do. Song Luyou's Reading on a Winter Night shows his son Yu.

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.

2. Write the question clearly after getting into the troubles of classical poetry, okay?

Send someone to visit the east.

Wen tingjun song

This ancient castle is covered with yellow leaves.

You insist on giving up this place where you once lived.

There is a strong wind blowing at Hanyang Ferry.

The sunrise lit up the peak of the camp gate.

Who will stay in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River for me,

After your lonely boat enters the end of the sky? .

I keep asking you when we'll meet again,

When we use wine glasses to soften the pain of parting.

Farewell General Yan at the station.

Don du fu

Send you away from here, green hills and empty air, double parting. When can we raise our glasses again? We walked in the moonlight last night.

Everyone in every county praises you and can't bear to leave you. How glorious you are in the Three Dynasties. After seeing you off, I went back to Jiangcun village and spent the rest of my life alone.

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang: "Send Yuan Shian")

Farewell to Tang

I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why.

You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life.

Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.

Break up with Xin Changling at Furong Inn

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Yu Linling Song Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.

Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Sorry, I have no plans. But it doesn't matter.

~ * * * Work hard ~

How to say unrequited love in verse if you want to be close to your heart?

Author: Liu Mang (pen name)

I want to walk into your heart and be your bosom friend and confidant;

I would like to walk into your heart and share my dreams and memories.

I will walk into your heart and eliminate strangeness and hostility;

I will walk into your heart and feel sad and happy;

I look forward to walking into your heart and staying in your heart.

I will walk into your heart and seize your heart and joy;

I beg to come into your heart, play with you and live together;

This is my wishful thinking. And you don't know.

I want to walk into your heart, the curtains can't be hung;

I am willing to walk into your heart and shut the door with vigilance;

I will walk into your heart, reserved and shy;

I will walk into your heart and become a stranger.

Hope comes into your heart, easy to reverse and easy to recover is the most changeable;

I will walk into your heart, why can't I want to avoid it;

Dare not walk into your heart, the probability of success is low;

It takes courage to succeed, and it is useless to give up halfway.

I want to walk into your heart and face difficulties and hardships together;

I am willing to walk into your heart and share responsibilities and obligations;

I will walk into your heart, sunny;

I will walk into your heart for a long time;

I look forward to walking into your heart, being tolerant, caring and considerate;

I will walk into your heart and smile happily;

I can walk into your heart and feel the world deeply;

Smile becomes a partner, and life enters a new field.

I want to walk into your heart and live and die together;

I am willing to walk into your heart and go through difficulties and obstacles;

I will walk into your heart and care for each other;

I will walk into your heart and support you when you succeed;

I look forward to walking into your heart, ordinary scenery is always suitable;

I will definitely walk into your heart, full of energy and energy;

I am willing to walk into your heart, and a happy marriage is intimate;

Spend your life wholeheartedly, love comes first.

Writing a poem into a poem is like entering another world, which arouses our curiosity. Every poem has artistic conception, and every word has its own unique words. Since the first poem appeared in the world, poetry has become the spokesman of culture. This comprehensive study of Knocking on the Door of Poetry also gives us a better understanding of poetry.

There is a saying that language is not only used for communication, but also for feeling. Perhaps the most beautiful things in the world are not flowers, nature, blue sky or ocean. ...

A poem can bloom gorgeous flowers, feel the freshness of nature, discover the vastness like the blue sky and learn the knowledge like the ocean. Poetry is another unique way of our language expression. Walking on the forest path covered by moonlight, I felt that "the sound was too low for anyone to hear except my companion Mingyue." Or boating on the lake and watching the lotus flowers one after another, thinking that "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the colors of the lotus flowers are different the next day." Sometimes, if you carefully observe every scene around you, you may find a poem in it. Feel every artistic conception, and maybe you can sing the words hidden in your heart.

Poetry tells me that if you don't work hard when you are young, it is futile to study when you are old. Remind us to cherish time; Poetry tells me that I can't recognize the true colors of Lushan Mountain because I am there. Teach us to know the truth and the whole picture of things; Poetry tells me that every time you lose money, you will learn a lesson and grow smarter. Let us understand the truth of learning from failure. ...

I remember when I was a child, I was often forced by my grandfather to recite ancient poems. At that time, I was so naive and hated ancient poetry. Now I know that my accumulation of ancient poetry has completely lost to other students. I get very little from ancient poems, because when I recite poems, I just recite the words that I swallowed, and I never remember the meaning of ancient poems. I want to tell you that ancient poetry is not boring. Although Chinese characters are striking on the surface, as long as you understand them carefully, you will find their beauty. Let's walk into the door of poetry together and come to this colorful poetry garden!

5. Walking into the composition of ancient poetry Walking into ancient poetry China has been a country with a long history and a vast territory since ancient times, and it is also very accomplished in the cultural field.

Among them, ancient poetry is an outstanding representative. He was fascinated by his famous ancestors and lingered for a long time, and wrote a masterpiece that never died, which made future generations worship and became a great spectacle in the history of Chinese civilization. The bright sunshine filled the blue sky, and the spring breeze slowly blew in the air, blowing on my cheeks. I took a sip of my green tea, spread the delicate taste on the table, strolled through ancient poems, including chewing English, and started a new journey of being baptized by beauty again.

As soon as I stepped into the threshold, I saw a lush lawn, but the fairies in peony, narcissus, rose and blue rose planted on both sides were dying and teetering. I was very surprised. I saw a weak woman walking in front of me, drowning in fish and falling wild geese, ashamed to spend. She cried and said, "Flowers are flying all over the sky, and the fragrance disappears. Who has pity on me? ~ ~ ~ As soon as spring passes, people will die, and when the flowers fall, people will die! " I was original after listening to it, but I cried and wrote the poem so sadly, full of love and poetry, like a delicate girl singing a peerless song by the river.

I moved forward while wiping my tears. In a short time, I walked into the ancient temple with high sunshine and towering trees. After many twists and turns, lush flowers and trees came to Houchan Temple. I have seen Yuan Kai's Jinshi often chant: "Birds are singing and mountains are shining, people's hearts touch the pool peacefully, everything here is silent, but the bells are ringing."

There is a scene in the poem, which is a wonderful realm of detachment and refreshing. It seems that I have entered an isolated situation, my heart has got rid of distractions and impetuousness, and my soul has been purified and sublimated. With a sincere heart, I climbed the Feilai Peak at the southern foot of Lingyin Mountain, and a loud voice cut through the summit covered with dark clouds: "I am not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, I am at the highest place."

Full of ambition in the poem, I have the lofty sentiments of full confidence in the future and the ambition of not being afraid of difficulties. After going down the mountain, I went to the busiest market again. Although there is no silence in the mountains, I also have another feeling of being drunk and dreaming. In the market, the spirit of "heavy snow presses pines and cypresses, and pines and cypresses are tall and straight" is the tenacity of always having a just heart; The memory of "I always remember the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know the way home", and the good wishes of "I wish people will compete for a long time and challenge setbacks in adversity". There is also a broad and selfless mind, "a peaceful building, a poor world, and endless fun", which always inspires future generations to show their talents in the market.

Walking out of the market, I passed a small arch bridge and saw the Golden Gate. There are several striking Chinese characters written on the doorplate: Poetry! This is a peerless flower blooming in the dust.

Poetry is a magnificent treasure of China for five thousand years, and ancient poetry is a wonderful embodiment of our ancestors' lyric wishes! Walk into ancient poetry, into your heart, look for the light of wisdom, and face life bravely! "In a flash, glittering, I opened my eyes and sat at my desk, still a collection of ancient poems, still a gentle breeze. I took another sip of tea and nodded thoughtfully.

6. The composition with the theme of "Approaching Poetry" can be written best in ten minutes.

Once upon a time, I was a layman in poetry. I don't know what to do, but I can only sing: "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there frost already?" "I only know famous artists such as Li Bai and Du Fu, but I don't know those vast works. I only remember that ancient poetry is divided into three forms: Tang poetry, Song poetry and Yuan song, and I don't understand their respective artistic conception and charm.

When poetry appeared in the textbook of senior three, there was another task of accumulating ancient poems in my homework. I finally got to know something about poetry, but I still only stayed on the surface, remembered the sentences of poetry, and wrote down little about the profound thoughts and meanings of poetry.

I always thought that poetry was extremely simple, but this time my naive idea was completely broken. Our activity task is to have classes by ourselves. I was assigned this task. As a teacher, my heart is pounding for the first time. It's finally my turn to go on stage. To tell the truth, I am not fully prepared and inexperienced this time. My nervous legs are shaking and my class is not so good. When the teacher expressed his opinion, my face turned into a big apple, and my understanding of ancient poetry was so superficial. A short poem of 16 words has so many endless meanings between the lines. A poem with only a few dozen words seems to be more profound than the ideas expressed in a long article.

This kind of practice is like opening a window, and the light of poetry shines into my heart. I no longer look at it with the perfunctory eyes before, but observe it with the eyes that discover beauty. It is no longer a rigid square figure, but a lively spirit: deep or bright; Or elegant and indifferent; Still lively. They magically entered my imagination, like a starry sky. I have read many unheard-of poems and appreciated their gorgeous words or profound thoughts. Through those words, I saw a strange new world, an imaginary world, that is, the kingdom of poetry and the world of poetry.

Open the door of mystery and swim in the ocean of poetry. Endless imagination is my sail. I shed inspiration on the words, making writing poetry, which once seemed out of reach and unattainable, become a reality.

Poetry is the precipitation of our human culture, which has opened my long-forgotten imagination. I would like to walk with poetry forever and accompany it.

7. Go into the poem of nature 1, stay in the cage for a long time, and return to nature.

Tao Yuanming, a poet in Wei and Jin Dynasties, wrote the original poem "Returning to the Garden, Part I", which has no rhyme and loves autumn mountains. I sneaked into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.

The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

There is no dust and sundries in the yard, and the quiet room is comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

When I was young, I didn't adapt to the secular character, and I naturally loved natural scenery. It has been more than ten years since I fell into the trap of official career and stayed away from the countryside in a blink of an eye.

Birds in cages miss the forests where they once lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they once played. I am willing to open up wasteland in Yuan Ye in the south and go home to farm according to my stupid idea.

There are more than ten acres of land around the house in Fiona Fang, and there are 89 huts and huts. Elms and willows are hidden on the back eaves, and peach trees and plum trees are neatly planted in front of the house.

Houses in neighboring villages are faintly visible in the distance, and smoke is floating over the village. Several dogs barked in the deep streets, and cocks kept crowing at the top of mulberry trees.

There are no worldly chores in the yard, and there is plenty of comfort and leisure in the quiet room. Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to Forest Mountain today.

2. Wear grass during the Song Dynasty. Tao Yuanming, a poet in Wei and Jin Dynasties, wrote the original poem "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Home", with few people in the wild and few people in the poor lanes.

This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts. When complex market music, grass * * *.

When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma. My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day.

Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs. Living in the countryside rarely makes friends with people, and there are few chariots and horses in remote alleys.

During the day, Chai Men is closed, and all worldly thoughts are rejected in a quiet room. After farming, I go to the fields from time to time, poke the grass away and associate with farmers at will.

Don't talk about worldly things after meeting, just talk about the growth of mulberry mother in rural areas. Sang Ma in the field is growing taller and taller, and the area of land I cultivate is also expanding day by day.

I often worry that frost and snow will suddenly come and crops will wither like weeds. 3, Yi Long is not an official, clothes belong to the forest.

From the original poem "Give a reference, give a reference, give a reference, give a reference, give a reference, give a reference, give a reference, give a reference, give a reference" by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, the crane flew into the sky and Nanjing visited Gao Shi. Five clouds are in the fairy mountain, and the fruit is rare.

Leave your hometown dirty and hide in front of your house. The son of heaven is divided into jade and silk, and the officials answer.

As soon as the ink is spilled, there are wonderful works to explore. On the poor heaven, thousands of spring secret forest pavilion.

Yi Long was not bound by the government and returned his clothes to the forest. I also went to Jinma, and the vines enjoyed it.

Where is acacia? The laurel tree has reached its zenith. Crane sent me a gobbledygook, asking me to visit the master in Nanjing.

The top of the fairy mountain is covered with colorful clouds. Sure enough, you live in seclusion here. Say goodbye to your hometown with dignity and enter your Chai Men with spirit.

The son of heaven gives jade and silk, and hundreds of officials compete to talk to you. You are flying like a fly, magnificent, exploring the mysteries of heaven and earth, and your words are magical.

The works are profound and profound, and the poor people are poor; You can stay in the secret cupboard for generations. You refused to accept the official position of the emperor, patted your sleeves and went back to the mountains to live in seclusion.

I also bid farewell to Dashan from the Golden Horse Gate in Hanlin, and loving Shan Ye is our same hobby. Where is our ideal state? Fragrant osmanthus trees at the top of Qingyun Mountain.

4, reading the forest leaves for change, sitting and showing Watson. The original poem "Night on the Xijiang River" by Zhang Jiuling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Where are the night people?"

Long and spacious, longing for home. Foreign objects are quiet and undisturbed, and the flow is clear.

Thinking of returning to the forest for a change of leaves, I am worried about sitting on Watson. There are Tingzhou cranes, which ring at night.

Where have all the old friends gone in the long night? Sail slowly in the blue jathyapple. The sky is vast and far away, and it is more and more sad to miss my hometown.

The scenery outside is worry-free, and the clear river flows freely. Thinking of how many leaves have changed in the forest in the spring and autumn when I came home, I sat in the silent night with homesickness, letting the cold dew grow and wet my sleeves.

There is also a white crane on the sandbar in the middle of the river. When it leaves at night and dawn, it suddenly makes a long sound, which makes people secretly frightened. Try your best to sell books and ask the boss.

Excerpted from the original poem "Accompany Zheng Guangwen to Celebrate the General Forest" by the poet Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty, "Accompany Zheng Guangwen to Celebrate the General Forest" is surrounded by bamboos, and the hedges are blooming late. There are no horses in the whirlpool, but snakes are hidden in the vines.

Words are useless, and mountains are not on credit. Try your best to sell books and ask your boss.

Cangjiang residual water is broken, Jieshi residual mountain is broken. The green wind folds bamboo shoots, and the red rain blooms plum blossoms.

Silver armour is used to fly kites and goldfish is used to hold wine. Walking around without sweeping, sitting on raspberry moss at will.

Tall bamboos are connected by houses, and flowers are dying under sparse fences. The whirlpool of rice milling is deep enough to lead horses, and the vines are bent enough to hide snakes and insects.

Although I am good at writing lyrics, I have no economic benefits. It is estimated that the day of seclusion in the mountains is not far away. Why not sell all the books and classics and live in seclusion with you?

Ponds in the park are like Cangjiang River, and rockeries are mined Jieshi. The wind blew off the green bamboo shoots and the branches hung low; It rained, nourishing the red berries and blooming.

Nails made of silver are used to play guzheng, and goldfish trinkets can be used to drink. In high spirits, there is no need to sweep the yard. Let's sit on raspberry moss and have a drink at will.