The poetry of playing with things and getting tired of it

Maybe it's after 80. I'm still a little proud of China's traditional culture. I admire the ancients who can recite poems against each other, treat wine as a song, and dance with pen and ink on the battlefield. I like the kind of poetry that is flat and even and rhymes harmoniously. They are catchy to read and have a long artistic conception. I fantasize that one day I can write poetry and become a scholar.

I'm afraid I have only a little interest in poetry (I haven't finished reading 300 Tang poems yet). This is what I learned at school. But even this little bit, under my different emotions, can also have a sense of * * * with me.

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When I am proud or frustrated in life, I will definitely recite Li Bai's "Into the Wine": "Oh, let a man with boldness of vision travel where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon! ; Since God has given talents, let them be used! , spin one thousand silver, all back! "These two sentences are amazing. You will be more proud when you are proud, and less frustrated when you are frustrated.

Perhaps this is one of the important reasons why I didn't get a debuff called Depression.

Every time I do something exciting and heroic, I will think of Su Shi's "Hunting in Jiangchengzi Mizhou": "The old man talks about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding the sky on the right, wearing a golden hat and mink fur, riding a thousand horses and rolling Pingshan." In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan. The wine is full and the box is still open. Why not put some cream on your temples? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius. "

I remember last year, when I gave books to my friends for free, I was mumbling the word.

Program work will inevitably encounter complex logic. When thinking hard about realizing my ideas, I will borrow the book When is the bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. I don't know what year it is tonight. "What do you want to ask Sky to do in order to realize the functional requirements of planning bosses?

In Jiuduhe Village of Huairou Laozhangren's home, I took my wife and children for a walk at night. Under the dim street lamp, looking at the dim pastoral scenery, I can't help chanting Xin Qiji's "Yellow Sand Road Night Xijiang Moon": "The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze knows at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to Xiqiao. "

In winter in Beijing, I always look forward to snow. Get up in the morning, open the curtains and look at the snow wrapped in silver outside. I will read Chairman Mao's "Qinyuanchun": "The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountain dances with silver snakes, which are like wax, and want to compete with God. "

When I eat at home, I always like to read Li Shen's "Compassion for Farmers" when I see the remaining rice grains in my son's bowl: "When the day of weeding comes to noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain is hard on the plate. " Listening to my schoolbag, my son reluctantly put the leftover rice in his mouth and went to play.

I hope he can form a good habit of not wasting food and get used to it.

Finally, the poem "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad" in Yuefu poetry. In the past two years, I have taught my son to play less games and always read this sentence first.

"Look at your father. He's almost forty, and he hasn't achieved much, just because he didn't study hard as a child ... "Haha, my dad told me that when I was a child, but I turned a deaf ear.

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Two years ago, I did a little research on poetry and made several poems that were difficult to appreciate. At this time, I share them to relieve boredom for simple friends.

This is the first sentence I wrote, after a hearty badminton activity. On the court, we diamond cut diamond, sweating and waving rackets. We walk around and jump up and down just to enjoy playing ball. After I came back, I had a smooth mind and thought about the meaning of the lyrics. It took me two days to write this song "Pruning Plums".

At about 6 o'clock in the morning in early spring, I drove from my home in Fangshan to work in the company. I saw the scene of the sun and the moon shining together and wanted to write this scene into my poem. But I didn't take any photos because I was driving. The above picture was found casually on the Internet.

I went to the company canteen and bought breakfast. Associated with the scenery seen by driving.

Hexadecimal sequence

good morning

The sun and the moon enter spring on the same day.

The wind invades the bone and needs hot porridge to warm the body.

I wrote this poem the year before last and gave it to my friends on WeChat. That night, I saw a bright moon, hidden in the thin clouds, the breeze blowing and the branches rustling. Inspiration came, a stroke of the pen.

This is my baby swimming in the swimming pool last summer. That day, my mother sent this photo to my relatives, which made me very poetic and made a song "Four Musts".

My son can be called Hao today, fighting the waves with green waters and green ponds;

Only by holding this ability can we not forget that being a grandfather is the most successful.

To say that my son can learn to swim, I really want to thank my father. I take him to the swimming pool every day and make rapid progress in a few days. As a father, I am very pleased!

If I have time, I want to write more songs. This is my little interest-poetry.