I and the story prose of ancient poetry

"One" has a story about me and ancient poetry 100 words.

The story is the first good friend I made when I was a child. When I started reading, my mother told me beautiful ancient poems. I listened with relish and never forgot. Ode to Goose describes the scene of geese swimming in the water. "Silent Night Thinking" tells the family's feelings of missing their hometown. "Persuade" reminds me not to waste time and study hard; Looking at Lushan Waterfall depicts a spectacular scene.

Later, I gradually lost interest in ancient poetry. I was lucky enough to know an amiable and beautiful teacher Ma in the first grade of primary school. She is like our mother and sometimes our close companion. Her face is always cheerful, which makes people feel kind and warm. She made strict demands on us to recite poems every day. At first, many students didn't quite understand, and I didn't quite understand the teacher's intention. In order to encourage me, Teacher Ma offered to recite poems in a competition with me. See who recites the most poems. The teacher used some clever methods and recited the poem quickly. I recite poems according to the teacher's style. Gradually, I became more and more interested in reciting poems. Under the guidance of my teacher, I have recited 65,438+043 poems, and won the glorious title of the third king of poetry recitation in the fourth grade poetry competition. Now, I am more interested in reciting poems.

I love ancient poems, and I love my teacher Ma even more.

< 2 > The story of me and ancient poetry

During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a man named Boya who studied guqin with Mr. Cheng Lian. He mastered all kinds of playing skills, but the teacher felt that when he played, he often didn't understand deeply. He just played the notes, which lacked charm and could not arouse the audience's * * *. The teacher wants to train him to be a real artist. One day, Mr. Cheng Lian said to Boya, "My teacher Fang Zichun lives in the East China Sea. He can teach people how to cultivate their interests. I'll take you there and let him tell you something, which can greatly improve your artistic level. " So the master and the apprentice prepared dry food and set off by boat. After arriving at Penglai Mountain in the East China Sea, Mr. Cheng Lian said to Boya, "You stay here and practice the piano, and I'll find the master." Say and rock the boat away.

Ten days have passed and Mr. Cheng Lian hasn't come back yet. Boya waited anxiously on the island, tuning the piano every day and looking around. He faced the vast sea and listened to the surging waves. From a distance, the mountains are lush and unpredictable, and the sound of birds singing and flying comes from time to time. These interesting and strange scenes make him feel relaxed and dreamy, and feel that his taste is much higher. Boya wrote * * * and wanted to compose his feelings, so he set up a piano, poured his heart into the strings and wrote a song "Mountains and Rivers" in one go. Not long after, Mr. Cheng Lian shook back, listened to his sincere performance and said happily, "Now you are the best pianist in the world, go back!" " Boya suddenly realized that the sound of waves and birds are the best teachers. Since then, Boya has accumulated experience in life and art, and finally became the piano master of the world.

This story is gripping and intriguing. The ancients said, "A scholar dies for a confidant." Boya's unique string shows the realm of true confidant, which is its charm that has been widely circulated for thousands of years.

Life is too short to find a bosom friend; Wan Li clouds and smoke, a thousand-year-old story. The foundation of pure friendship is understanding. "Boya Juexian" is an eternal model of making friends, which has been passed down to this day and gives people eternal enlightenment. It is this story that establishes the noble standard of interpersonal relationship and friendship of the Chinese nation, and it is well-deserved to say that it is a treasure of oriental culture!

Boya said:

Boya:

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Originally named Yu, Ming Rui, a native of Chu (now Jingzhou, Hubei) during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

There are many records about Boya in the literature of past dynasties, which were first seen in Xun Kuang's "Persuasion of Learning": "In the past, people played drums and played the piano, but only drowned the fish and listened; Boya played the drums and played the piano, while Liu Ma Yang Yu ". Use exaggerated techniques to express the vividness and beauty of his music performance.

Yu Boya is very smart and talented, and he likes music since he was a child. He became the teacher of a famous pianist.

After studying for three years, Yu Boya became a famous local pianist. However, Yu Boya often feels distressed because he can't reach a higher level in art. Liancheng, a teacher in Yu Boya, knew his thoughts and said to him, I have taught you all my skills, and you have learned very well. As for my sensibility and understanding of music, I didn't learn it well myself. My teacher Fang Zichun is a master. His piano skills are superb and he has a unique feeling for music. He now lives on an island in the East China Sea of China. Do you think I can take you to visit him and study with him? Upon hearing this, Yu Boya said yes!

They prepared enough food and sailed for the East China Sea. One day, the ship sailed to Penglai Mountain in the East China Sea. Cheng Lian said to Boya, "You wait at Penglai Mountain first, and I'll pick up the teacher. I'll be right back. " Say that finish, even row away. After many days, Liancheng didn't come back, and Boya was very sad. He looked up at the rough sea. Looking back at the island, the mountains are silent, and only birds are singing, as if singing a sad song. Boya couldn't help touching the scene, feeling it, sighing and improvising a song. This song is full of sadness. Since then, Yu Boya's piano skills have been greatly improved. In fact, Mr. Cheng Lian asked Yu Boya to find a feeling in nature alone.

Being in an isolated island, Yu Boya is always with the birds in the sea and Woods, and his feelings naturally change, edifying his soul, and truly realizing the essence of art, thus creating real masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Later, Yu Boya became an outstanding pianist, but few people really understood his music.

On one occasion, Yu Boya traveled along the river by boat. When the ship reached a high mountain, it suddenly rained heavily, and the ship stopped at the side of the mountain to take shelter from the rain. Boya's ears listened to the falling rain, and his eyes watched the vivid scene of the rain hitting the river. His piano was full of joy. Boya was playing cheerfully when he suddenly felt the strings vibrate strangely. This is the pianist's telepathy, indicating that someone is listening to the piano nearby. Boya got out of the boat. Sure enough, he saw a woodcutter named Zhong Ziqi sitting in the Woods on the shore.

Boya invited him aboard and they exchanged names. Boya said, "Shall I play a song for you?" I'm all ears at once. Boya improvised a song "Mountain", and the second issue praised it: "What a towering mountain!" Boya played another song "Running Water" and praised it as "what a mighty river!" Boya was very moved and excited and said to him, "Only you in this world can understand my heart. You are really my bosom friend! " So the two became best friends.

Boya reached an agreement with the little chef Hippo to visit him at his home after the visit. One day, Boya came to visit the hippo chef's house as promised, but the hippo chef unfortunately died of illness. Hearing this, Boya was heartbroken. He ran to the grave of the hippo chef and played a song full of nostalgia and sadness for him. Then, he stood up and smashed his precious piano in front of the hippo chef's grave. Since then, Boya has been insulated from the piano and has never played the piano again.

In Lv Chunqiu and Liezi, there are stories about Boya and Zhong Ziqi, which are told by later generations.

According to Lu Chunqiu. This is an article, beating drums, listening to them, beating drums and looking at Mount Tai. Zhong Ziqi said, "It's good to play drums! Just like Mount Tai. "When I was young, I aimed at running water. Zhong Ziqi said, "It's good to play the piano, just like running water. "After Zhong Ziqi's death, Boya broke the piano and never played it again, because he thought there was no drummer in the world.

Feng Menglong, a novelist of the Ming Dynasty, described this touching story with vivid brushstrokes in The Book of Warning:

Boya is good at playing drums, but Zhong Ziqi is good at listening. Boya Guqin, looking at the mountains in the distance, Zhong Ziqi said, "Well, I am like Mount Tai!" Determined to run water, Zhong Ziqi said, "Good, like a river!" Zhong Ziqi will understand what Boya said. When he died as a child, Boya said that there was no bosom friend in the world, but he broke the piano and never played drums all his life.

At the grave of the hippopotamus chef, Boya once wrote a short song to mourn his close friend Zhong Ziqi:

Think back to last spring, there was a gentleman by the river. I visited again today, but I didn't see my bosom friend. But it hurts to see a piece of land! Sad, sad, sad, can't bear to cry. Why come and go? There are dark clouds on the river bank. This song will never be played again, and the three-foot lyre will die for you!

"Cao Qin" and "Solving Problems in Yuefu" recorded the story of Boya learning piano: Mr. Cheng Lian, a famous pianist, was Boya's teacher and studied piano with Cheng Lian for three years, but he didn't make much progress. Cheng Lian said that he could only teach piano skills, and his teacher Wan Zichun was good at empathy, so he took Boya to the East China Sea to ask Wan Zichun for empathy methods. But when Boya arrived in the East China Sea, he didn't see Wan Zichun, only saw the surging waves, the deep mountains and the singing birds. Boya's heart suddenly lit up and said with emotion, "Mr. touched my feelings!" So he created "Shuixian Cao".

Cao Zhi's Seven-step Poems

Boiled beans, roasted beans and black beans are fermented to make juice.

Glutinous rice is cooked in the kettle, and beans are crying in the kettle.

We were born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other!

Story: Cao Zhi, the youngest son of Cao Cao, was gifted since childhood and loved by his father. Cao * * *, his brother xelloss was the emperor of Wei. Cao Pi is a jealous man. He was worried that his younger brother would threaten his throne and wanted to kill him.

One day, Cao Pi called Cao Zhi to him and asked him to write a poem within seven steps to prove his talent in writing poetry. If he can't write it, it will be tantamount to deceiving the emperor and putting him to death.

Cao Zhi was sad and angry when he knew that his brother was going to kill him. He fought back his grief and tried to think about it ... Sure enough, he wrote a seven-step poem and read it out on the spot:

Soak in the kettle, and the beans cry in the kettle.

We were born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other!

Lu You, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was repeatedly attacked by pacifists because of his persistence in resisting gold. In 1 166, 42-year-old Lu You was dismissed from office. Having no choice but to serve the country, Lu You returned to his hometown of Yin Shan (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang) full of grief and indignation. He shut himself up at home reading all day, often sitting alone in the blue light until late at night.

In April of the following year, gongs and drums were drummed everywhere in the countryside to prepare for the Spring Festival Society (the day to worship the land god), and there was a happy atmosphere. Lu You suddenly wanted to visit the Western Hills twenty miles away. So he set off with a cane. Walking, the mountain road gradually circled. After walking for more than an hour, the crowd gradually became scarce. When he climbed a slope and looked around, the mountain in front was heavy and the road was broken, as if he could not walk any further. Lu you is interested and refuses to look back. He walked dozens of steps along the hillside and turned the corner of the mountain. Suddenly, an empty valley appeared not far ahead, and a small village was hidden in the green Liu Honghua, just like the legendary Peach Blossom Garden. Lu You was very happy and walked into this small village. Villagers with simple clothes and pure temperament entertain guests with their own wine.

With this unforgettable experience and feeling, Lu You cheered up again. Wrote a tour of Shanxi village;

Don't laugh at farm wine,

Raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.

The rivers and mountains may change, but not one's essential nature

There is also a village.

Xiao and the drum follow the Spring Club.

The clothes are simple and old.

From now on, if you take a leisurely ride on the moon,

Knocked on the door all night with a stick.

Meng Jiao Simu

During the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county magistrate of Liyang, Jiangsu. One night, he was reading in the study. After watching it for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick.

Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties. In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch. While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, listening to her mother's warm words and looking at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt a burst of sadness in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt that maternal love was so great and as warm as the sunshine in spring.

"3" The story of me and ancient poetry for 600 days.

The story of me and ancient poetry

I remember when I babbled, every night before going to bed, my father would always teach me to read a few ancient poems and forget them all the next day. At that time, I felt that ancient poetry was not as good as nursery rhymes. If you can leave a little good impression in your memory, maybe it's time to go to kindergarten. Once I listened to the teacher read "Goose, Goose, Goose, Think of Xiang Tiange …" and learned the way of geese swimming, which made the children laugh. I found ancient poetry interesting at that time.

Now that I'm in primary school, I'm listening to the teacher say, "Will the bright thread at the foot of my bed be frosted?" And "being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season" ... so I met many famous poets, such as Li Bai, Lu You and Wang Anshi. Now, I have learned many ancient poems. I am amazed at the art of mastering ancient poetry. "This river is red at sunrise and blue and green in spring." Bai Juyi remembered that once last year, the school organized a spring outing. Under the guidance of the teacher, we set off early in the morning. The sun just came out, the grass on the roadside still contained crystal dew, birds jumped happily on the trees, flowers smiled, and groups of bees began to get busy. Looking at this scene of spring, the teacher asked each student to say a poem praising spring. "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing all around me", "In February, the grass grew long and the village was drunk with smoke" ... everyone said sentence by sentence. Simple words will vividly show me a beautiful view of Jiangnan; Another time, I played a brain teaser game with several partners, and I cleverly came up with a question: What is hanging in the sky? "UFO" and "Tiangong No.1" partners scrambled to answer. "No, no, it's the moon." I pretended to shake my head deeply and said, "Li Bai has a poem that says' I don't know the moon when I am young, so I call it a white jade plate'". After listening to my explanation, my friends seemed to suddenly realize and nodded convincingly, which made me proud again.

These are some short stories about me and ancient poetry. I like ancient poems. I know that my exploration of the profound culture of the motherland has just begun, and she will grow up with me healthily and happily. ...

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The first article I came into contact with was ancient poetry. I remember when I was not in primary school, my parents and grandparents began to teach me to read ancient poems. This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. Meng Haoran's> I came with my mouth open. I was able to recite dozens of such ancient poems, and my parents were proud of me. In fact, I didn't know what ancient poetry was at that time, and I didn't begin to understand it until I went to school. Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi; Tang poetry, Song ci, Ming and Qing novels; & lt& lt>& lt& lt Water Margin >>& lt& lt Journey to the West >>& lt& lt> ... The treasure house of China's ancient poems is really profound and full of stars.

I like ancient poems very much. I like rhyming catchy. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. It suddenly occurred to me that Li Bai, my hometown, could read this famous poem word for word, whether old or young. I like its concise words and expressions, which are easy to understand. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. However, although China maintains our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor, scientists and ordinary people can understand it just by reading it once. I like its beautiful artistic conception and philosophy. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen. What a refreshing sight! The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy, but there is no way to recover. But you broaden your horizons by 300 miles to a higher level. This kind of sentence makes people suddenly enlightened and sublimate their thoughts. No wonder even foreigners admire it.

I pay great attention to quoting some good poems and sentences in my composition. In my past works, I often quote "Like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees in Cen Can" to describe the wonderful scenery in the snow. By quoting Li Bai's saying that it is difficult to reach the top, this paper describes the great difficulties that people encounter; By quoting Meng Jiao's "But an inch of grass is a little sentimental", he won three spring festivals and expressed his children's deep affection for his mother. By quoting the story of Gong Yu moving mountains, it is profoundly explained that there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as he is willing to climb; By quoting the story of the oil seller, I vividly explained the truth that practice makes perfect, and so on. In a word, by quoting ancient poems, I try my best to make my composition more appealing and convincing, thus deepening the theme of the article and playing the role of making the finishing point.

"Wu" primary school composition I and the story of poetry about 100 words.

The first article I came into contact with was ancient poetry. I remember when I was not in primary school, my parents and grandparents began to teach me to read ancient poems. In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were broken, and Meng Haoran came over with his mouth open. I was able to recite dozens of ancient poems like this, and my parents were proud of me. In fact, I didn't know what ancient poetry was until I went to school. Li Bai's Tang poetry, Song ci, Ming and Qing novels; The treasure house of China's ancient poems is extensive and profound, with bright stars.

I like ancient poems very much. I like rhyming catchy. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. It suddenly occurred to me that Li Bai, my hometown, could read this famous poem word for word, whether old or young. I like its concise words and expressions, which are easy to understand. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. However, although China maintains our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor, scientists and ordinary people can understand it just by reading it once. I like its beautiful artistic conception and philosophy. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen. What a refreshing sight! The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy, but there is no way to recover. But you broaden your horizons by 300 miles to a higher level. This kind of sentence makes people suddenly enlightened and sublimate their thoughts. No wonder even foreigners admire it.

I pay great attention to quoting some good poems and sentences in my composition. In my past works, I often quote "Like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees in Cen Can" to describe the wonderful scenery in the snow. By quoting Li Bai's saying that it is difficult to reach the top, this paper describes the great difficulties that people encounter; By quoting Meng Jiao's "But an inch of grass is a little sentimental", he won three spring festivals and expressed his children's deep affection for his mother. By quoting the story of Gong Yu moving mountains, it is profoundly explained that there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as he is willing to climb; By quoting the story of the oil seller, I vividly explained the truth that practice makes perfect, and so on. In a word, by quoting ancient poems, I try my best to make my composition more appealing and convincing, thus deepening the theme of the article and playing the role of making the finishing point.

"Lu" on "I and the Story of Ancient Poetry"

Ancient poetry has been a beautiful scenery in the cultural history of China since ancient times, and it is also the most representative beauty in the profound ancient cultural treasure house. They are like my bosom friends. They grew up with me and benefited me a lot.

My mother began to teach me poetry when I was still babbling. Poem recitation performances such as "Goose, Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange ……" and "Mountain covers the day, sea sheds the golden river …" have become my favorite reserved programs. When I am older, I will go to the park with my mother and see colorful flowers. I will blurt out, "Huang Si's family is full of flowers, but ten thousand flowers are low." Looking at the birds singing in the treetops and the geese flying in the blue sky, I can't help chanting "two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying in the sky"; Looking at the lovely little dragonfly playing on the green lotus leaf, I can't help saying, "The little crane just showed its sharp horns, and a dragonfly stood on it a long time ago." In this way, since childhood, ancient poetry and I have forged an indissoluble bond.

Years passed, and in a blink of an eye, I began to go to primary school. My mother told me that "if teenagers don't work hard, they will be sad in old age" and that "study in thousands of books and take the Wan Li Road"; The teacher taught me, "When a teenager's heart is like a cloud, who will sit in silence?" Therefore, I am determined to be a person who "once I climb to the top of the mountain and have a look, I will see that other mountains are short in the sky". In my study, I learned that "timely encouragement, time waits for no one", so I always remind myself that "tomorrow is tomorrow, and there are so many tomorrow. I am still alive tomorrow, and everything is in vain "; When writing a composition, I will encourage myself with Du Fu's spirit of "language is not surprising and never stops"; Having made innocent and kind friends, I deeply feel that "life is expensive, why use gold and money"; When I encountered setbacks, my mother described to me the bright future of "mountains and heavy waters, no road to doubt, a bright future"; When I was slack and afraid of difficulties, my mother encouraged me to "blow away the wild sand and refine it into gold"; When I do well in the exam, I will remind myself to "swim against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat" and "but if you go up a storey still higher, you will broaden your horizons by 300 miles".

When I went out to play, I found poems everywhere in the landscape. When I see the majestic waterfall, I will sigh, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days"; When I see pink and crimson peach blossoms in the wild, I think of "clusters of peach blossoms, lovely crimson and light red"; When I see the graceful willows, I will blurt out that "a spring breeze is softer than gold and softer than silk"; Looking at the green grass after the rain, I can't help chanting, "The rain in the sky is crisp, but the color of the grass in the distance is very close." Looking up at the red leaves at the foot of the mountain, I will read "stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers"; Overlooking the night view of the forest, I will say to myself "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" ...

Ancient poetry gave me the greatest help, because it taught me how to be a man. Through ancient poems, I know that people should have the concept of "the world is public", the spirit of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later", the moral principle of "don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you", and the principle of "don't do it with small goodness, don't do it with small evils" and so on. Ancient poetry has become a good teacher for me to treat people.

"I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can sing even if I can't write poems." Ancient poetry and prose appear in my life all the time, edifying me, enlightening me, inspiring me and benefiting me a lot. In the future, I will love ancient poetry more, study hard, and remember to "read the eternal beauty and be a young gentleman"!

Qi Me and Ancient Poetry Stories

I and ancient poetry

The treasure house of China's ancient poems is really profound and splendid. Ancient poetry is the essence of China culture. Ancient poetry has a vivid beauty, a beauty that cannot be replaced by other styles.

Facing those novels and stories, I prefer ancient poems. I like its rhyming catchy; I like its concise words and expressions, which are easy to understand. I like its beautiful artistic conception and philosophy. Ancient poetry makes people suddenly enlightened and their thoughts sublimate. Even foreigners admire and appreciate them.

My first teacher was my mother. Under her guidance, I have developed a strong interest in ancient poetry since I was a child. When I first went to school, I would recite one or two hundred ancient poems. In the third grade, I used my spare time to read and recite eagerly under the guidance of my mother. My memory is getting better because of my back. In just one year, I can recite more than 400 poems and essays. In the process of reading aloud, I met the unrestrained Li Bai; I got to know Du Fu who cares about the country and people. Met Yue Fei who was full of blood but died with great pains. ...

By reading ancient poems, it gave me a lot. Meng Jiao's "Only an inch of grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays", which let me know the children's deep affection for their mothers; The story of Gong Yu moving mountains made me understand that nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb; The story of the oil seller vividly tells me that practice makes perfect.

Ancient poetry is not only my mentor and friend. It always reminds me and educates me. I remember once, I fell out with my classmates because of a little thing, and I was very angry. At this moment, I thought of Confucius' "Jiu Si"-seeing clearly, listening attentively, thinking enthusiastically, looking respectfully, speaking loyally, thinking respectfully, asking doubtfully, thinking hard and seeing clearly. Compared with the ancients, I quarreled with my classmates because of a trivial matter, which ruined my friendship with my classmates for many years. Really superficial, really shouldn't! Finally, I took the initiative to apologize, "made peace" and made up with that classmate again.

The content of ancient poetry is profound and all-encompassing, which makes me deeply intoxicated. Every time I read a good poem, I feel the profoundness of China's culture: "I am playing with a lotus doll, though I am strong and clear, Ling Ge is meaningful.". This is a compliment to the beautiful mountains and rivers: "Laughing makes you timid, and there is no Ding Bai". This is a sigh of noble sentiment indifferent to fame and fortune: "watching swords after drinking, blowing horns in dreams, and even camping." This is the depth and radicality of serving the country.

The bright moon in front of the bed, the hibiscus on the water, and a little scenery in life are enough to trigger the endless fantasies of the ancients; How many successes, failures, gains and losses and warnings are recorded in ancient poems! Unconsciously, ancient prose has occupied an important position in my heart like "friends and relatives". Learning ancient poetry is not only a task, but also a pleasure. The talent of the ancients left many of our descendants behind. Appreciating ancient poems means enjoying life and savoring life. The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers. "Ancient poetry is the pride of our traditional culture! I love ancient poetry, my friends, come on, let's "read the eternal beauty and be young gentlemen!" " "

I hope more people will be companions of ancient poems, interact with China ancient culture, and inherit and carry forward our traditional culture.

The story of my meeting with the most beautiful ancient poetry

The rain at night sent a copy of Beijun's return date, and the rain at night rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. This is Li Shangyin's famous quatrain. It is said that the poet wrote a letter to his wife in Chang 'an on a rainy night in Bashu. In fact, what he expected "when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talked to the rain at dusk" will never come. Because a few months ago, she died alone in Chang 'an. You know the answer. How do you feel about rereading this poem? Make up. Li Shangyin's wife Wang is the daughter of Wang Maoyuan. We don't know the influence of this love on politics. We only know that Li Shangyin betrayed Hu Ling and his son, who owed him a lot, and then married Wang. Put it mildly. He traded his past for this woman. Utilitarian, this used to be his only maintenance. He loves her very much anyway. Then, the man in the poem disappeared from the world forever. He also wrote down his deep desire in the long night when he knew nothing. There are many: /question/24848440

Composition of "Nine": The story of me and ancient poetry (one thing, about 600 words)

My relationship with poetry began when I was over one year old. At that time, I had already recited ancient poems in ignorance. My early contact with poetry is not recorded in historical materials, but I took it from my mother for a period of time. At first, reciting Tang poems was just for fun, and four rhyming poems were used to associate the scene: General Li Guang regarded the stone as a tiger, but it became a "sharp point in the depths of hard rocks". As a result, I also want to find a big stone to compete with. After reading "Blowing Open the Petals of Ten Thousand Pears", I naively studied the winter scenery carefully and didn't see any similarities between snow and pear flowers. I saw it at first sight. I feel that the poet is not very understanding, otherwise how could he write such a metaphor? After reading "Peach Blossom Pond Deep in thousands of feet", I clamoured to meet this Peach Blossom Pond and also wanted to see it. Li Bai bid farewell to Wang Lun. How can he find time to measure the depth of a pool thousands of feet underwater? Even so, in the era without oxygen mask, Li Bai's vital capacity must be amazing. Maybe my parents won't let me, so I also want to find a dangerous building with stars in my hand. If "people in the sky" want it, I can choose a star as a collection and show it off to my friends ... when I tell my father this, his laughter always pulls me back from my dreams. "Taohuatang and dangerous buildings are not so deep and high. This is just an exaggerated rhetorical device ... "I was greatly disappointed when I heard this. Li Bai, a great writer, told such a big lie to our children and praised such a big cow. Isn't this a lie? So exaggeration is bullshit. Since then, I have turned a deaf ear to romantic poets. Getting back together with them is a Chinese class after many years. When I understand rhetoric, the poet's time, experience and mood, I realize from the bottom of my heart that Tao Yuanming's blossoming chrysanthemums decorate Nanshan and Gong Zizhen's fallen leaves turn into spring mud; Yan Shu's loneliness is wandering and lonely, and the pulse of the text is covered with long clear water ... Now whenever I wander in the beautiful artistic conception of Tang poetry and Song poetry, I am intoxicated with the beauty in the poet's eyes and think of the naive misunderstanding with the poet when I was a child, I can only smile bitterly. The stories of my childhood and poetry are still stored in my heart. When you are lonely, you will take it out to bask in the sun, and your mouth will rise and make a "hehe" sound.