Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up.

Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up and wrote 1 ancient poetry, with cultural essence, concise language, concentrated content and far-reaching significance. It is like a bridge across the long river of years, across our hearts, connected with ancient times, simple and shocking!

I am a girl who loves poetry. Ancient poetry makes my life more colorful. It, in this way, accompanied me to grow up slowly.

Plant the seeds of "poetry".

When I was a child, the ink of poetry surrounded me. I have a younger sister who happened to be in primary school at that time. She often takes out her textbooks, sits quietly by the window, and recites ancient poems with that crisp and sweet voice. At this time, I will sit next to my sister and listen quietly-"There are people deep in the white clouds, far away in Hanshan. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. " Sometimes, when I listen, I begin to imagine another world in my mind ... In this way, "poetry" is deeply rooted in my childhood, and simple and clean flowers bloom quietly with my growth.

Join hands with "Poetry" and grow together!

I still remember the first poem I recited, which is still fresh in my mind. Occasionally walk hand in hand with my father on the country road. Suddenly, I saw some big white geese in the pond. They held their necks high and kept shouting, "Quack quack." Unconsciously broke the duckweed in the water, crisp green, rippling with the water lines. I looked at these happy angels curiously. Then, Dad shouted, "Goose, Goose, Goose, think about Xiang Tiange. White hair floating green water, red palm clear waves. " So, I learned the first poem in my life-Singing Goose.

In primary school, the accumulation of ancient poetry has increased. Learning ancient poetry, I am no longer the same as before, I have my own feelings and opinions. I read different beauty in the poem. In my opinion, beauty is Gong Zizhen's persistence in "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning it into spring mud to protect flowers"; Beauty is Su Dongpo's detachment and open-mindedness. Who says that there is no shortage of life, and the running water in front of the door can still flow westward? Beauty is the serenity and serenity of Wang Wei's "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" ... After I entered junior high school, I have a special liking for patriotic poetry. Wen Tianxiang earth-shattering, magnificent words, "Since ancient times, who has never died in life? Keep your heart and shine on history. " Expressing his never-ending spirit. Fan Zhongyan's phrase "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later" shows his love and painstaking efforts to the country. On the occasion of his death in the west, Lu You dragged his sick body and wrote the eternal farewell song of "Julian Waghann decided to celebrate the Central Plains Day in the north, and did not forget to tell Weng about the family sacrifice"!

Sad and strong! Xiongzi, seniors, I am proud of you!

My mind is full of poems and books.

The accumulation of quantity has achieved a qualitative leap. Classical poetry has been integrated into my life with my growth. It changed me, made me, and became a potential temperament, which will accompany me all my life!

The charm of ancient poetry, like bright sunshine, continues to shine on me and thrive, and I will not be separated from you.

"The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down." In this long journey of 5,000 years, the exploration of poetry is endless and will not stop. Next, let's relay and continue to inherit and carry forward!

Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up. It contains countless mysteries. It is the cradle for many people to grow up; It is pure and beautiful, noble and elegant; It is hidden in life, but it is above life. She is an ancient poem.

We were born in ancient poetry, and ancient poetry has been growing with me.

"Nanshan plants beans, and the grass is full of bean seedlings." Through the twilight, you can vaguely see a green robe hermit coming out of a shabby but untidy hut. There is no company, only the fog with morning dew is still there. You have a hoe in one hand, a book in the other, and a pot of wine in one finger. Long hair and blue robe danced on the hoe with the wind, and the footsteps on the feet were fragmentary and light, leaving a string of footprints on the narrow and muddy road. Yes! Leave a blank for ourselves, and then we plant seeds, care with our heart and care with our heart. Isn't it fun, too

In the poem, Tao Kan, with your company, I learned that one side is simplicity.

"The road is narrow and the grass is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes." At this time, the dew on the overgrown vegetation beside the path was hit by the blue robe. He walked slowly forward. Stopped at the edge of a field, where weeds covered the bean sprouts. If you don't distinguish carefully, you really can't find a bean seedling. Looking at this bean sprout field, Zhang Jun's beautiful face showed an elusive smile. Especially those eyes, reveal a kind of warmth, which may be satisfaction. Hmm! With a contented heart, if you lose money, then you can proudly say, "I am happy because I have a healthy body." If you lose your health, you can still smile and say: I am very happy, because at least I still have a healthy heart. "I wonder if you think so?

In the poem, Tao Kan, with your company, I realized that one side is at ease.

You roll up your sleeves and lie in the ground until noon. The sun shines on you and you don't lack anything. Maybe the sun is too dazzling, maybe you think of something, stand up in awe, go straight to the tree and start weeding. You sip your lips, it seems a little stubborn, a kind of determination ... "I don't have enough clothes, but I can do what I want." This may be your belief-don't go with the flow.

In the poem, Tao Kan, with your company, I know that one side believes.

However, life is sometimes: the bridge outside the post station is broken, and there is no owner to open it, but it is more persistent. The road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and Xiu Yuan is Xi. I will search for it up and down. We live in this world, so it is natural to taste the treasures of this world, and poetry is the treasure. If we taste it carefully, life will become more and more colorful!

Hmm! Reading "If the spring is bright, the sky is calm, and the sky is blue" is like a sunny day, and the sea is calm. Only I swim comfortably, stirring up white waves, surrounded by oases, sky and sea, and the warm sea makes me feel the breath and heartbeat of poetry. Its motherly embrace, I can feel its tenderness.

Read "I can bow my bow as if I were looking at the moon, looking at the northwest and shooting at Cang Lang", especially when the weather suddenly changes, storms come, and ships and waves that blow far away, one after another, pass over my head. I am not afraid, and I will not shrink back. What about a thousand waves? It's hard to beat my firm belief and determination. From then on, I became a tester, showing me his majesty and fortitude, so as to repel my pace of swimming forward. I can forget that I am a scholar roaming in poetry and learning endlessly, never back down.

Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up. Composition 3 Open a simple and fragrant collection of poems, savor the unique charm and uneven levels, and engrave whose words into the depths of the soul, leaving lingering light and shadow in my heart.

What could be more fascinating than floating on the vast sea in a canoe? What can be more refreshing than flapping your wings and flying in the sky? I wandered in the palace of classical literature, savoring one Tang poem after another, intoxicated by their boldness and gentleness.

Tang poetry is short and pithy, and takes root, which is a brilliant treasure in our excellent traditional culture.

In the evening, my mother quietly tidied up my schoolbags under the lamp, one by one, and carefully stuffed them into my schoolbags. At this time, my eyes seemed to see Meng Jiao's mother, sewing all her love for her son into her clothes with her own hands. Isn't this a vivid portrayal of "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son" Deep love suddenly welled up in my heart, and a gorgeous flower bloomed in my heart. I really hope that one day when I grow up, my mother will pack my daughter's luggage and send me to college. Yes! Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, a bud in bud; Motherly love is like a spring that knocks on the ice door, shaking the heart of stone.

The winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to the world. Spring is a beautiful season, which means a vigorous beginning. The Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, shows us a picture of spring scenery in the early morning after the rain. "But now I remember that night, that storm." Although the spring rain knocked down all the flowers, I have to say that with the moisture of the spring rain, the flowers can bloom more brilliantly. "And I wonder how many flowers have been broken" is the baptism of the spring rain on the growth of flowers. So do people. Through struggle, life can gain something. Only after experiencing the storm can we see the rainbow of life. A sigh of "I don't know how many flowers have been broken" will always make people think infinitely about their own existence.

On a hot summer night, sitting alone on the balcony, facing the stars all over the sky, enjoying "morning glory, beautiful river and China girl", listening to the "frog sound" in the "grass-colored family room" and feeling the unique meaning of "full of roses and fragrant courtyard", when the breeze blows in the crystal curtain, I find that life is so full.

During the lonely holiday, I held a collection of poems, savored the heroism of poets of past dynasties, experienced the lofty aspirations of "one day, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea will ride the waves", appreciated the resolute lofty sentiments of "Song Xin hates thousands of feet, and evil bamboo should be cut into ten thousand pieces", and felt the vicissitudes of life of "being drunk in the battlefield, your husband didn't laugh, and fought several times since ancient times". I find life so vivid.

In the dark night, with the faint light, I was immersed in the poems of the ancients, * * * savoring the desolation of "fishing and sleeping on a frosty night", and Li Bai * * * enjoying the melancholy of "the lonely sail is far away, but I see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky", and accompanying Du Fu to feel the joy of "drinking with me and starting my green spring day there". I find life so rich.

The first Tang poem is like a cup of fragrant tea, which exudes endless fragrance and makes people memorable. Life is full of charm because of these poems, life is gorgeous because of these poems, life is rich and colorful because of these poems, and growth is full of charm because of these poems.

The faint fragrance of ink came, but the Tang poetry waved to me again? I smiled and walked on. My figure has grown taller and my pace has become steady. Looking back suddenly, there is a bigger and bigger footprint behind me.

I grew up with ancient poems. Five thousand years of history has nurtured the profound culture of the Chinese nation. Among them, the vastness of Tang poetry and Song poetry made me intoxicated step by step. From small to large, those ancient poems full of charm and rhythm have been growing with me. In the poems condensed by the wisdom and talents of the ancients, I savored, I was intoxicated, and unconsciously, I was growing. ...

When I was a child, my parents said to me, "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?" From then on, I learned to cherish the fruits of people's labor. With the growth of my age, I learned more knowledge and grew up gradually, so I firmly remembered "but when you walk up a flight of stairs, you broaden your horizons by 300 miles". So I persisted in studying and made progress towards a higher goal. Slowly, slowly, I am no longer a naive child, but also know some ways of the world. "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but toward which corner of the mountain." It's not that I can't tell right from wrong, and I can't recognize the essence of things at all. I have my own ideas and practices. I am in the fourth grade, and I will face more life challenges in my future study. I will stick to it, and I will always remember that "once I climb to the top of the mountain and have a look, I will see that other mountains look small under the sky ..." I will keep making progress and win the challenge of life!

Ancient poetry, like a clear spring, washes away the dust in my heart; Ancient poetry is like a key, which opens the door of knowledge in my heart; Ancient poetry is like a bright light in the dark, guiding us to the world of knowledge; Ancient poetry is like a boat in the waves, carrying me across the ocean of culture and heading for the other side of success ... Ancient poetry is a seed of knowledge, which takes root and thrives in my heart. Now, although there are no lush leaves, they have grown into towering trees, but their young leaves are green, like jasper.

In spring, the breeze blows the green willows, and the warm sunshine shines on me, strolling on the riverbank of the People's Park in the street. I seem to enjoy the rich spring scenery with the poet Bai Juyi. "I love the lack of the eastbound lake and the white sand embankment under the green Liu Yin." I can't help but blurt it out. In summer, lotus flowers are in full bloom. Looking at these pink-clothed fairies sitting on a green jade plate, I praised them like the poet Yang Wanli: "The leaves are infinite in the sky, and the lotus flowers are of different colors." In autumn, the corner of the park in autumn is full of amorous feelings, and the red maple is full of fire, which is dizzying. Du Like Mu, I stopped to watch, "Stop to sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February."

There are sparkling snowflakes in the sky, and winter has come quietly. When I woke up in the morning, the ground was covered with white clothes. I stared at the silvery world and couldn't help sighing like Cen Can. This is really "like a strong wind in spring, which blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"!

Ancient poetry has always been an indispensable part of my study and life. I will always flourish in this ancient poetry forest full of emotion, meaning and imagination, and let ancient poetry lead me to understand the true meaning of life.

Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up. The world's outstanding ancient poetry is full of stars. Let's follow the footsteps of the ancients and feel the charm of ancient poetry. Meeting ancient poems made me meet a better self!

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I remember the first time I met ancient poems in kindergarten. At that time, the teacher sent us a note full of words in class, and then we read aloud after the teacher: "It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil." Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " At that time, we babbled with our teacher. When I got home, I recited poems in front of my mother. Her mother touched my head and praised me as a good boy. However, at that time, I didn't know the true meaning of Li Shen's "benevolence for farmers".

Later, it was not until I was in the first grade of primary school that my doubts were answered. In that Chinese class, the teacher wrote the words "Be merciful to the peasants" on the blackboard, and all the students chattered at the bottom: "When mowing the grass at noon, sweat dripped down the soil ..." At this time, the teacher turned to ask us: "Do you know the meaning of this ancient poem?" We all shook our heads. Then, the teacher said meaningfully, "The first two sentences of the poem mean that farmers are weeding in the midday sun, and sweat drips from them on the land where the seedlings grow." The last two sentences mean that every grain we eat every day is planted by the farmer's uncle. "Hearing this, I can't help thinking of my usual picky eaters and wasting food. I bowed my head in shame and my eyes turned red involuntarily. ...

At this time, I seem to have crossed the long river of history and saw the picture of the hard work of the ancient peasant uncle. In the field not far away, a group of farmers' uncles are working hard under the scorching sun. They wore white scarves, their skin was dark, and their eyes narrowed in the sun. They were all barefoot, with hoes in their hands, weeding and plowing in the fields, and sweat ran down their cheeks. Then, they wiped their faces with towels around their necks. They work over and over again, sweating drop by drop. I also ran over curiously and picked up the small hoe next to him, but I couldn't lift it at all. Later, I managed to keep the hoe a little distance from the ground. But the good times didn't last long. I immediately put down my hoe and it hit the field. Finally, there was a crack in the field. Only then did I know how difficult it is for farmers to farm!

When I came home from school for dinner at night, I ate up every grain of rice in the bowl. My mother asked me curiously, "Son, why did you eat so clean today?" I smiled shyly and said, "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?" At this time, my mother touched my head and said with a smile, "My baby son has grown up!" " "

With the growth of years, I have mastered more and more ancient poems, such as My Accidental Book of Returning Home, Ye Shaoweng's Night Book, and Su Shi's Xilinbi ... I am intoxicated by the lingering fragrance of ancient poems.

Words are like the wind, and ancient poetry is the coolest breeze, which quickly dispels the dark clouds in our hearts; Words are like rain, and ancient poetry is the most lingering rain, which gently washes our dusty hearts and teaches us the eternal meaning of life!

Meet ancient poems and meet yourself better. Ancient poetry has been growing with me. ...

Ancient poetry accompanied me to grow up. It contains countless mysteries; It is the cradle for many people to grow up; It is pure and beautiful, noble and elegant; It is hidden in life, but it is above life. She is an ancient poem.

We were born in ancient poetry, and ancient poetry has been growing with me.

"Nanshan plants beans, and the grass is full of bean seedlings." Through the twilight, you can vaguely see a green robe hermit coming out of a shabby but untidy hut. There is no company, only the fog with morning dew is still there. You have a hoe in one hand, a book in the other, and a pot of wine in one finger. Long hair and blue robe danced on the hoe with the wind, and the footsteps on the feet were fragmentary and light, leaving a string of footprints on the narrow and muddy road. Yes! Leave a blank for ourselves, and then we plant seeds, care with our heart and care with our heart. Isn't it fun, too

In the poem, Tao Kan, with your company, I learned that one side is simplicity.

"The road is narrow and the grass is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes." At this time, the dew on the overgrown vegetation beside the path was hit by the blue robe. He walked slowly forward. Stopped at the edge of a field, where weeds covered the bean sprouts. If you don't distinguish carefully, you really can't find a bean seedling. Looking at this bean sprout field, Zhang Jun's beautiful face showed an elusive smile. Especially those eyes, reveal a kind of warmth, which may be satisfaction. Hmm! With a contented heart, if you lose money, then you can proudly say, "I am happy because I have a healthy body." If you lose your health, you can still smile and say: I am very happy, because at least I still have a healthy heart. "I wonder if you think so?

In the poem, Tao Kan, with your company, I realized that one side is at ease.

You roll up your sleeves and lie in the ground until noon. The sun shines on you and you don't lack anything. Maybe the sun is too dazzling, maybe you think of something, stand up in awe, go straight to the tree and start weeding. You sip your lips, it seems a little stubborn, a kind of determination ... "I don't have enough clothes, but I can do what I want." This may be your belief-don't go with the flow.

In the poem, Tao Kan, with your company, I know that one side believes.

However, life is sometimes: the bridge outside the post station is broken, and there is no owner to open it, but it is more persistent. The road is long and Xiu Yuan is Xi, and Xiu Yuan is Xi. I will search for it up and down. We live in this world, so it is natural to taste the treasures of this world, and poetry is the treasure. If we taste it carefully, life will become more and more colorful!

Hmm! Reading "If the spring is bright, the sky is calm, and the sky is blue" is like a sunny day, and the sea is calm. Only I swim comfortably, stirring up white waves, surrounded by oases, sky and sea, and the warm sea makes me feel the breath and heartbeat of poetry. Its motherly embrace, I can feel its tenderness.

Read "I can bow my bow as if I were looking at the moon, looking at the northwest and shooting at Cang Lang", especially when the weather suddenly changes, storms come, and ships and waves that blow far away, one after another, pass over my head. I am not afraid, and I will not shrink back. What about a thousand waves? It's hard to beat my firm belief and determination. From then on, I became a tester, showing me his majesty and fortitude, so as to repel my pace of swimming forward. I can forget that I am a scholar roaming in poetry and learning endlessly, never back down.