About my 500-word composition collection of ancient poetry

Poetry, like a woman singing and dancing, drummed on a bamboo raft, sang fairy songs, and danced up and down with the dancing figure of Kuanyun Sleeve, making a crisp sound. Beautiful dance is intoxicating. Such a wonderful picture makes me feel at home and I can't bear to let it out. Share some 500-word compositions about me and ancient poetry here for everyone to learn.

A 500-word composition about me and ancient poetry 1

It's finally a holiday, and it's finally raining. It didn't rain much, but it added a different flavor to my May Day. At home alone, I put my face on the glass and watched the rain outside. My heart gradually became silent in the falling rain, and several ancient poems emerged in my mind, like grass buds soaked in rain.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." Raindrops are like pearls, white and crystal clear, falling from the sky, gently crunchy, playing cheerful dance music one by one, which is pleasing to the eye. After a long drought, the land was washed away by rain, and layers of greenery appeared. Those naughty elves formed a huge rain curtain in the air, in which all hopes were nurtured. The sun will rise tomorrow morning, and it will show us a prosperous world. I chewed Du Fu's poems and looked at the rain curtain in front of me. I can't help sighing. Really beautiful!

"Dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and white rain jumps over the boat." The scenery is simply a lively picture. In ancient times, there were dark clouds turning over ink, but now there are white rain crossing the pearl. For thousands of years, time has passed, and what remains unchanged is the clever rain of the elves. You see, there is some water in the low-lying area. It looks beautiful here and there! Even I heard their quarrel! At this time, I seem to have become a small water drop, surrounded by many friends, nourishing the earth, laughing and jumping to my heart's content! Oh, what a lively scene! Reciting Dongpo's "Drunk Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th", I was intoxicated by the beauty of this ancient poem. "Jiang Yufei Jiang Cao Qi." Yes, the grass on the roadside is full of water and stands upright, as if dedicating all the green stored all the year round, in clusters, blending with the oncoming wind. Sister Liu Yang by the lake took this opportunity to dress up, her flowing long hair swaying in the air. "I wonder who cut the thin leaves, like a spring rain in February." What is it like? I am immersed in the thoughts of spring breeze.

A chill suddenly hit my face, and I was busy lifting my head from the glass, and my nose hurt a little. Beautiful rain, beautiful poem, I like this kind of beauty.

About me and the 500-word composition of ancient poetry II

On Sunday, my mother and I went to Lubu by bus.

On the seat next to me sat an aunt and her baby. Holding a piece of bread in his hand, the little boy listened to his mother teach him to recite Tang poems while eating. Auntie read: "Cut the grass at noon …" Every time Auntie read a sentence, the little boy shook his head and followed it with milk: "Cut the grass at noon …" Seeing that the little boy can read Tang poetry at such a young age, he also reads it properly, and the passengers next to him all cast a favorable look.

The car drove all the way forward. The little boy hasn't finished his bread yet. He is probably full. He shook the bread with the car and some crumbs fell on his clothes. Aunt looked at it and frowned and said, "Are you full? Throw it away if you don't want to eat it. Look, your clothes are all dirty. " As he spoke, he grabbed the bread in the little boy's hand and threw it into the trash can in the car. Then, she asked the little boy to recite the Tang poems to her. The little boy pursed his lips and stammered, "mowing the grass ... it's noon, sweating ..." He didn't seem to remember, his face was red and he looked at his aunt piteously. Aunt said in an accusatory tone: "It is sweat dripping down the soil. Tell us that the grain was planted by the farmer's uncle, and the sweat dripped down. Do you remember now? " The little boy nodded wisely. Then he went on to say, "Sweat drips down the soil, but there is food on the plate, grain by grain ..." Just when "you are finished", it got stuck again. This time, my aunt was really angry. She nodded the little boy's head and said, "Why can't you always remember?" One grain at a time-all hard work. Is to tell us that food is hard-won, so we should cherish it. What's on your mind? Why can't you remember? "Cried the little boy injustice. There was a commotion in the car and everyone gave a strange look.

Maybe aunt also thinks the atmosphere is wrong. While dodging, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the bread in the trash can and suddenly blushed. Except for the boy's occasional sniffles, the aunt's comforting voice and the crash of the trash can, the carriage was extremely quiet.

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In ancient times, many great poets wrote some beautiful poems, which were catchy to read.

In the ocean of poetry, poets have rich imagination, which makes scenery and things show more beauty. For example, in Li Bai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall", "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days". I wrote about the excitement and heroism of waterfalls. At this time, Li Bai's exquisite view of Lushan Waterfall is unparalleled. Xu Ning has different views on Lushan Waterfall. He wrote in "Lushan Waterfall" that "the ancient times are as long as white, and the green mountains are broken by a boundary". In his view, Lushan Waterfall is like the same boundary line, cutting both sides of Lushan Mountain. It's really different if you hear something!

In poetry, you can also read the poet's mood. Sometimes I am sad for the country's demise, sometimes I am happy for the happy events at home, and sometimes I am amazed at the beauty of the scenery. Du Fu's "On that green spring day, I sang loudly, drank all the wine and set foot on my way home". From then on, I knew that Du Fu was so excited when he heard that the officers and men had captured Henan and Hebei. In Gao Shi's Biedongda, "Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows you". Write Gao Shi's parting feelings towards Dongda University. "No one in the world knows you!" Is to encourage Dong Da to go on regardless of difficulties. Wang Anshi's longing for his hometown and his desire to return home can be seen in Wang Anshi's "Spring Breeze is Green in Jiang Nanan, When Will the Moon Shine on Me".

In the vast ocean of poetry, many poems lead us to create and innovate!

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I don't know how to find poetry, but in my opinion, my hometown is poetic.

My hometown is in a small mountain village. If I can, I'd like to walk in the Woods behind my house and look up at the sunset on my way home. Appreciate Shan Ye's poems.

The poetic beauty I expect is not the West Lake in Hangzhou, which is full of hazy beauty, nor the Haitang Bridge in Guangxi, which is nostalgic, but a real beauty, which can make me feel simple and poetic. Perhaps because of its kindness, I forgot the hustle and bustle of those cities, as if I were in the Peach Blossom Garden written by Tao Qian. In Shan Ye, which was neglected by the world, I found the essence of poetry.

Today's cities are getting more and more lively, but once the poetry was buried by the dust all over the sky. Only the faint green shadows of roadside trees sigh in the dust. Why are the trees in Shan Ye full of vitality and poetic green, while the trees in the city are stained with dust? Poetry should belong to green, but I can't feel poetry.

Instead of feeling dull and lively in the "dusty city", it is better to walk on a country road full of local flavor and shuttle through the poetic composition of red flowers like fire, pink flowers like chardonnay, white flowers like snow and green grass. I wander quietly in this kind of poetry.

Suddenly, it began to rain in Mao Mao. I listened carefully to the rain and played a beautiful poetic song, like a cool mountain spring, nourishing my heart that has been dry for a long time in the city. The hazy mountain forest makes Shan Ye more poetic. I can't help but think of the scene that "the rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass looks close but there is nothing".

In my hometown of Shan Ye, we can always find poems. When we think of the old sayings we have learned, we will naturally get a lot of inspiration.

We found poetry and the simplest beauty in Shan Ye.

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My best friend is an ancient poem. My mother began to teach me to learn ancient poetry when I first babbled. Goose, this is the first ancient poem I read when I was a child. My mother told me that I couldn't speak clearly when I was a child, but I could recite the whole song Goose. My mother loves ancient poetry and has high hopes for me, so she teaches me whenever she has time.

My mother often makes me recite the whole poem, including the meaning. If I am tired, I can write. I am happy to learn ancient poems. Sometimes, I accidentally recite the wrong words. My mother will criticize me severely. When the wronged tears rolled down my face, I felt deeply guilty and slightly sad. But my love for ancient poetry has never changed. I like ancient poems. I like its cadence and rhythm. On this spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn is believed to be a well-known poem. I like its beautiful scenery and "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream", which contains philosophy.

Every time my mother comes back from outside, she is tired, no matter how tired, she always says, "Son, you learned a few more ancient poems today. Come on, tell it to your mother. " I will give my mother a vivid back while rubbing her back. With the growth of age, I have a deeper understanding of ancient poetry. The so-called ancient poetry is ancient poetry. It is not only a poem, a short essay, but also a song, where the soul lives. It is also the expression of the poet's feelings.

I love ancient poetry, and I love my mother who brought me into the world of ancient poetry.

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"Wish people a long time, thousands of miles away" can immerse us in the magical artistic conception under the quiet night sky. When I am on the bridge over the Yangtze River, I often think of the majestic scene of "only looking at the Yangtze River with water and sky". I like China's ancient poems, which can bring me infinite reverie and magical ideas.

Li Bai's poem "The Poet Fairy" made my blood boil and I couldn't help thinking of my beautiful hometown. In "Poet Immortality"-Du Fu's "Reading is like writing" made me understand the true meaning of how to read and struggle forever.

When watching some TV series, I thought of Su Dongpo and Xin Qiji, who were uninhibited. They really taught me some life lessons. Su Dongpo once lamented that "you were born early", but you can also "return a bottle to the moon". Xin Qiji inadvertently wrote "watching the sword after drinking", but it hurt the hearts of many people with lofty ideals in the battlefield. Under his influence, I will become open-minded and laugh at life.

Wen Tianxiang's "Whose life has not died since ancient times? Let's cherish our history "reminds me of the young volunteers who arrived during the Wenchuan earthquake. The selfless dedication of "falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud is more beautiful" is worth learning.

I like China's ancient poems, his long focus, his gorgeous elegance and his eternal farewell.

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