A 300-word essay on ancient poetry

1. A 300-word composition about ancient poetry

Yiyi is full of farewell

One morning in the 14th year of Tang Tianbao, warm sunshine filled the Wang family’s small house building. The great poet Li Bai was awakened by the chirping of birds in front of the window. He put on his gauze hat and red shirt, went downstairs and walked towards Peach Blossom Pond. The beautiful Peach Blossom Pond is embedded among the peaks. The water is clear and the waves are as flat as a mirror. From Peach Blossom Pond to Yuping Mountain upstream, peach trees grow along the way. It is mid-spring in March, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, making the pond water a fiery red. Under the shining of the rising sun, the water and flowers reflect each other, like red clouds lingering, and like colors dancing in the sky... When Li Bai saw this, he couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy, and was deeply intoxicated by this unique and beautiful mountain scenery...

Eat It was time for breakfast, and the host Wang Lun brought a hundred-year-old Taohuatan wine specially for Li Bai.

Li Bai took a sip, and a blush suddenly appeared on his face. He stroked his beard lightly and praised repeatedly: "Good wine, good wine!"

"Looking at the lake scenery, bathing in it Pool water and drinking pool wine are the three pleasures of Peach Blossom Pool!" Wang Lun said with a smile.

"'How do you like to travel, sir? There are ten miles of peach blossoms here. How do you like to drink, sir? There are thousands of restaurants here.' Brother, if you can figure it out, write to me This letter, trick me into coming here."

"If not, can you invite your great poet to come?"

"Shili Peach Blossom is the Peach Blossom Ferry ten miles away from the village; Wanjia Restaurant is actually a restaurant owned by a family named Wan. Brother, you..."

"Do you regret it?" Wang Lun raised his face and winked slyly.

Li Bai picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. "The water is good, the wine is good, and the people are better. It's a worthwhile trip, it's not a worthwhile trip, haha..."

After dinner, Li Bai started surfing the Internet. I found an email on the Internet:

Brother:

See you in Huangshan tomorrow! Tofu

"Tofu... Dou... Fu... Du Fu!" Li Baimo read it several times. I couldn't help but laugh. Brother Zimei, who was always known for his strictness, also made a joke today. Don't tell me, only Du Fu could come up with this rhyming jingle!

Li Bai packed his luggage and hurried downstairs. He couldn't bear to say goodbye to Wang Lun in person and wanted to leave without saying goodbye.

Arriving at the Peach Blossom Pond Ferry, it started to rain lightly. The pond water was filled with tiny ripples. The trees on the shore swayed in the wind, as if they were stretching out their long arms to keep Li Bai. Similar. Standing on the bow of the ship, Li Bai looked around, and a faint sense of sadness came to his heart. Could Wang Lun...

Suddenly, there was a faint singing voice coming from the road. Li Bai listened carefully. It seemed that several people were singing together, which was very powerful. When the song is high, it fills the sky; when it is low, it is lingering and pathos. "This song should only exist in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the world?" Li Bai sighed. He stood on tiptoe and looked toward the shore. The visitor is approaching. Isn't the leader Wang Lun? Wearing a futou and linen clothes, a large group of villagers followed behind. They sang and tapped their feet in time with the rhythm, and hurriedly walked towards the ferry...

Li Bai's eyes burned, and he shouted out loud: "Brother Wang Lun..." He could no longer speak.

The crowd came to the shore and stopped, but their feet were still touching the ground and their hands were still beating time...

"Brother Li, I will lead the way. All the folks came here to see me off." After a long time, the singing stopped suddenly, and Wang Lun faced Li Bai, clasping his fists and raising them above his head.

Li Bai wiped his tears with his hands and said after a long time: "Brother Wang Lun, are you willing to travel to Huangshan with me?"

Wang Lun did not answer. Suddenly he sang loudly: "Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road..." For a time, all the villagers tapped their feet on the ground and sang to Wang Lun's tune...

Li Bai could no longer suppress his feelings, and burst into tears. He straightened his cloak, turned his head to one side, and waved to the boatman. The boat sailed slowly...

"The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountains..." The song continued.

Looking at the villagers on the shore and the deep peach blossom pool, Li Bai seemed to be thinking about something...

Wang Lun returned home, turned on his computer and found an email "gift to Wang Lun" from Li Bai:

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Li Bai was about to go on a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me.

Wang Lun read it and said to himself: "Brother Li is truly a genius in the literary world and a hero in poetry! How can I compare with him?" 2. Write a 300-word essay based on an ancient poem

The best thing to write is that I have written it before, that is: from a distance, it looks like a ridge and a peak on its side, with different heights near and far.

Nowadays, there is a craze for learning ancient poetry in schools. However, some students only focus on the number of ancient poems they memorize. They do not understand the ancient poems they memorize, and even have many pronunciations of the characters wrong. I used the "Five Readings Method of Learning Poems", and the effect was very good. Now I will talk about how I studied Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" by myself.

I taught myself ancient poetry in five steps. The first step is to read the entire poem aloud. When I was reading, I encountered the new word "戈", and I learned it. The second step is to read carefully. I find out the key words that I don’t understand in each sentence, such as Tu Su, Zhuo Ri, Xin Tao, Jiu Fu, etc., and read the annotations or learn their meaning. The third step is translation. As you read, state the meaning of each line of the poem. The fourth step is to read through. Connect the meaning of each line of the poem to tell the meaning of the whole poem. The fifth step is to read. Read the brief analysis to understand the background of the author writing this poem. When reading, imagine the scenery described in the author's poem, and then think about the author's thoughts and feelings expressed in this poem. "Yuan Ri" reminds me of Wang Anshi's political reform that I read in extracurricular books. It turns out that he wrote this poem to reflect his idea of ??eradicating the old and establishing the new. Eventually I memorized the entire poem.

When learning ancient poetry by yourself, you must not swallow it all. If you don’t ask for a deeper understanding and memorize it by rote, you will gain too little. 3. Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition

On the sparkling lake, the ripples rippled round and round, and the willow tree sister by the lake put this The sparkling blue water of the lake serves as a dressing mirror, where she gently combs her braids.

The sun shines on the lake, and golden ripples appear on the lake. The ripples are playfully floating on the lake. Look, the little fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mothers everywhere.

Look, there is a pair of big dragonflies parked there, watching the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly praising this beautiful scenery, and the singing little oriole is singing this beautiful song to the surrounding objects.

This song seemed to make them intoxicated; this song seemed to haunt them; this song seemed to make them fall asleep in the song. On the river bank, the green grass is densely packed. When the refreshing breeze blows, the grass dances gracefully.

The undulating mountains in the distance are like a charming landscape painting, which makes people relaxed and happy. Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery.

A small boat floated in the distance, with two children sitting on the small boat talking and laughing. One of them is wearing a red bellyband, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot.

An older child put away his pennies, stopped the oar, and sat in the middle of the fishing boat. The fishing boat gradually stopped. One child said to another child: "The boat is now parked in the middle of the lake. What can we do now to make the boat move forward without using oars or poles?" The other Chinese character put his hand on his chin and quietly Think of a way.

"Oh, yes, let's use the umbrella to make the ship move forward!" After that, he hurriedly took out the umbrella from the cabin, opened it, and held the umbrella high, letting the wind blow on it. Fishing boats were brought along. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.

When passers-by saw it, they were all surprised and thought: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with their umbrellas open? Oh, no wonder the umbrella is open even when it’s not raining. It turns out it’s not to protect against wind and rain, but to use the wind to move the boat forward.

When these passers-by thought about it, they couldn't help but praise these two children, saying that they were very smart, very smart, and worthy of admiration.

When these passers-by looked back at them again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some slow ripples on the water. 4. Write a 300-word essay using poetry.

Autumn, spring, summer, autumn and winter are the cycle of four seasons. Standing between the vast world, I feel the rush of the years and the ruthlessness. If spring brings vitality, summer brings It is restlessness, winter brings desolation, and autumn brings helplessness.

I like to wander alone in the paths with dancing leaves, or in the empty alleys covered with moss, letting my thoughts be blown away by the autumn wind, until the melancholy of being far away takes over, and I have no choice but to follow Song Yu. Sigh, "What a tragedy! Autumn is full of energy! It's desolate, and the grass and trees are falling and decaying." In autumn, the autumn wind rustles and leaves fall.

Every time I read the ancient poems, I am always tightly wrapped in the deep sadness of autumn, but I don’t want to break free. I drink alone the slowly expanding melancholy and loss, not knowing what the end of it is. Is it "falling in love with the upper floors and forcing myself to talk about my sorrows in order to compose new lyrics", or is it "I want to talk about it but stop talking, but say that the weather is cool and it's autumn"? ! Anyway, the feeling of sadness in autumn has existed since ancient times, and I am not the only one. Let’s look at how many sensitive and passionate poets have left poems about autumn and comfort. In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is miserable, and all the flowers are blooming", "The mulberries are green and the white dew is like frost", and "The mulberry trees have fallen, and their yellow color has faded" are all laments about autumn.

Fan Zhongyan's "blue sky, yellow leaves on the ground, autumn colors in waves, cold smoke and green on the waves", the scenery painted is clear, faint and distant, the emotion and scenery blend together, which makes people deeply sad. Later, Wang Shifu slightly evoked this word in the "Farewell at the Long Pavilion" in "The Romance of the West Chamber" and changed it to "The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, the west wind is strong, and the wild geese flying from the north to the south.

Who will catch the frost at dawn? "Lin Zui? Always sheds tears when leaving", which makes people feel confused and lost. "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more unworthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival" is Liu Yong's sigh. Under the desolate willow trees, there is no time to see each other again. It seems that the only thing that can be taken away is the full autumn wind.

Zhou Bangyan's "Autumn clouds and sunny days gradually turn to darkness, turning the house into a desolate place, standing still to listen to the sound of cold", which writes about the loneliness and helplessness of the desolate journey. Wei Yingwu's "Hearing the Wild Geese": "Where can I miss my hometown? It's so easy to think about it when I return home.

On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, I heard the wild geese coming from Gaozhai" is written with the lonely feeling of missing people and homesickness. Compared with the above helplessness towards autumn, Li Bai also showed his true qualities as a bold poet while sighing with emotion: "Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today.

The long winds send autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building." In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly desolate, with miserable wind and bitter rain, withered grass and fallen flowers, rain hitting lotus leaves, and wild geese chirping in the sky... However, depending on the mood, the poems will be very different.

Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and was freed from the sadness of the time: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane rowing over the clouds in the clear sky will attract people. Poetry reaches the blue sky."

Du Mu also saw the clear wind and clear clouds in autumn, and a unique cave sky in "Autumn View of Chang'an": "The building is leaning against the frost tree, and there is no mirror in the sky. Together with the autumn colors, the momentum is both high."

Famous poems describing autumn: Autumn rain - the tall buildings are full of dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are rustling with rain. Autumn night - I can't find a place to look for the sound of autumn when I fall asleep. The steps are full of phoenix leaves and the sun shines brightly.

The sound of autumn - I haven’t realized the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the phoenix leaves in front of the steps have already sounded the sound of autumn. Autumn Leaves - The wind blows on the bamboo in the deep night, and the sound of thousands of leaves is filled with hatred.

Autumn color - the new moss in the urn damaged by rain is green, and the leaves in the horizontal forest are red in autumn. Autumn Moon - The moonlight soaks the water and soaks the sky, making the sky bright and clear.

Autumn chrysanthemum - I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than blow down in the north wind. Qiu Si - There is no news about my old friend thousands of miles away, so I went to the river head to ask Duanhong.

Autumn Sorrow - There is no way that I am always free, and I write about my sorrow every night with my solitary lamp. Autumn - the west wind blows leaves all over the lakeside, and I feel so relieved to change into autumn clothes for the first time.

Autumn Embrace - It’s a sigh of passage when I go out, and I see the leaves flying by the lake. Autumn Dream - Qingmeng returns to the autumn night for the first time, and there is a burning lamp in front of the bed.

Memories of Autumn - The anvil and pestle beat the moon in the deep lane, and the sycamore trees shook down in the autumn of my hometown. Autumn Enlightenment - Everyone explains the tragic events of autumn, but it is not like a poet who understands them thoroughly.

Taste of Autumn - Crickets alone know that autumn is early, and banana trees are raining heavily. I hope that I can have the broad-mindedness of the ancients. In the next autumn, I can feel more the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer, the short fragrance before the long cold winter, feel more the heroism of "the strong and strong nature of the autumn wind", and sigh less about the "autumn wind". The helplessness of autumn rain is so sad.

I will also be "touched" by autumn, but I will no longer be "sad" for autumn. The moonlight is like water and the water is like the sky. In the days when the heat of early autumn is about to end, I miss the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival very much. Only then can people feel a real coolness and tranquility.

The bright moon is often ignored by us in our daily lives. Only when such a special day is approaching, do people think of something about the bright moon. The night is so quiet, and the silence is a little warm, making the noise of autumn sound reach its peak in the treetops.

The moonlight is blurry and flickering, creating a dense atmosphere. Unexpectedly, it reminds me of the words in Qin Guan's "Treading on the Shasha": Fog Lost the tower, lost the moon and crossed the river. The word "mi" captures the hazy and confusing atmosphere of the moonlight. At this time, many vague past events enter your heart in a hazy way.

In fact, there are many things that you don’t have to think about. It will always be there, just like the bright moon many years ago, it always hangs in your heart. The moonlight is obscured, shadowy, quiet and distant.

Entering the moonlight is like entering a hazy dream, and even if you know it is just a dream, you just want to get involved and don't want to wake up. In our Hokkien dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "Yue Niang". I have always liked this name. It seems that there is not much reason, just because "Yue Niang" decorated so many dreams in our childhood.

At that time, in the evenings of summer or early autumn, we usually slept on the roof, looking at the quiet night sky, accompanied by the moonlight or starlight, and fell asleep to the charming stories told by adults. , it is inevitable to have a dream of sitting on a boat on the moon to pick stars while sleeping. At that time, old people often told children not to point their index fingers at the Moon Girl, otherwise the Moon Girl would turn into a sickle and cut off your ears at night.

As a result, the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, for fear that if they were not careful, their ears would be cut off. There seems to be some friends like that who still pointed their index fingers at the moon. In the end, they were so frightened that they dared not sleep all night, fearing that once they fell asleep, their ears would be secretly cut off by the "Moon Girl".

Autumn is the transition season from summer to winter. The lunar calendar lasts from July to September, from the beginning of autumn to the beginning of winter. 5. Rewrite the ancient poem into a narrative of 300 words

The fisherman used his rough hands to stroke the faces of the two sleeping children. Suddenly, a look flashed in his eyes. This look It was mixed with sadness, helplessness, pity and love for these two children... But this was just a moment. When the fisherman raised his head, he looked at Sanna, looked at Sanna's eyes, and looked at Sanna's full-hearted expression. With hopeful eyes, the two of them seemed to be talking with their eyes. Suddenly, the fisherman's eyes also shone with hope.

"Well, Sanna, let's work hard together! For the sake of our little angels, let's work hard together!" "Well, this is really a good idea, okay! Let's work hard together!" "They clasped their hands on their chests and murmured their hope: "God, may you bless the children to grow up, and may they be safe throughout their lives." The cold wind was still roaring, but this dilapidated and ancient hut. , but filled with happiness and warmth.

Sixteen years later, all the children have grown up and become pillars of talent: those who become bosses become bosses, those who become doctors become doctors, and those who become scientists become scientists... They take over their parents. Go to your own home, be filial to them, and let them enjoy family happiness, not to mention much happiness. And, like their parents, they help more poor people.

6. A 300-word composition with ancient poems

There are many ancient Tang poems, but the most unforgettable one for me is Gao Ding’s "Village House". This poem created a group of lovely children like me. Today , the weather is fine, and my mother is preparing breakfast. Suddenly, a black shadow flew across the sky - a kite! I also recited "Village House" smoothly:

The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky,

The willows are brushing on the embankment and drunk with spring smoke,

The children are away from school I came back early and took advantage of the east wind to fly kites.

I also said to my mother politely: "Mom, the spring is warm, the flowers are blooming, the wind is sunny, the two of us will take advantage of the east wind to fly the paper kites, okay!"

Mom smiled and tried to hit me on the head with chopsticks, but I cleverly dodged away.

We came to the Ming Palace Square, hurriedly flew the kite into the blue sky, and flew in the blue sky with many kites. I was enjoying the joy of freedom. Unexpectedly, there were unexpected storms in the sky. The wind blew from east to west and blew the kites all over the sky. My kite string and the strings of several nearby kites got spooled. After pulling for a long time, my kite string held on until the end, breaking all the other people's fragile strings. My mother and I looked at each other and smiled, very happy.

The poem "Village Dwelling" expresses my current mood vividly. I like this ancient poem. 7. Write this ancient poem into a 300-word composition

The ripples on the sparkling lake are rippling round and round. The willow tree sister by the lake uses the sparkling blue water as a toilet. Mirror, gently combing her braids there. The sun shines on the lake, and golden ripples appear on the lake, and the ripples float playfully on the lake. Look, the little fish in the water are playing happily, and the tadpoles are looking for their mothers everywhere. Look, there is a pair of big dragonflies parked there, watching the beautiful scenery. Listen, the birds are constantly praising this beautiful scenery, and the singing little oriole is singing this beautiful song to the surrounding objects. This song seemed to make them intoxicated; this song seemed to haunt them; this song seemed to make them fall asleep in the song. On the river bank, the green grass is densely packed. When the refreshing breeze blows, the grass dances gracefully. The undulating mountains in the distance are like a charming landscape painting, which makes people relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter broke the silent scenery. A small boat floated in the distance. On the small boat sat two children talking and laughing. One of them is wearing a red bellyband, the other is wearing a white shirt, and both of them are barefoot. An older child put away his pennies, stopped the oar, and sat in the middle of the fishing boat. The fishing boat gradually stopped. One child said to another child: "The boat is now parked in the middle of the lake. What can we do now to make the boat move forward without using oars or poles?" The other Chinese character put his hand on his chin and quietly Think of a way. "Oh, yes, let's use the umbrella to make the boat move forward!" After that, he hurriedly took out the umbrella from the cabin, opened it, and held the umbrella high, letting the wind blow on the umbrella, and the umbrella drove the fishing boat. In this way, the fishing boat moved slowly.

When passers-by saw it, they were all surprised and thought: Is it raining now? What are these two children doing with their umbrellas open? Oh, no wonder the umbrella is open even when it’s not raining. It turns out it’s not to protect against wind and rain, but to use the wind to move the boat forward. When these passers-by thought about it, they couldn't help but praise these two children, saying that they were very smart, very smart, and worthy of admiration.

When these passers-by looked back at them again, their fishing boats had gone away, leaving only some slowly rippling ripples on the water. 8. A 300-word essay on happiness in ancient poems

Like dark green, the sand is like wind, the mountains are still the faint green hills, and they are still the cyan color of the precipitated Chinese civilization.

Five thousand years of cultural heritage is like a pot of fragrant tea, which makes you feel intoxicated without knowing it. There is no need to "look for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly look back, but he is already in the dimly lit place."

The three autumn leaves are falling - the wind dances and floats the clear sleeves, and the songs are passed around the beams. The moving branches create chaotic shadows, and the blowing flowers send distant fragrances.

"Who has seen the wind? You have not, and I have never seen it, but every time the big tree nods and bows, that is the whereabouts of the wind. If it is "the lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river" In the border desert, the wind is flying in the yellow sand in the sky; if it is the vast Yangtze River where the waves are crashing on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow, it is the wind that is flying in the wild waves.

The wind makes it disappear without a trace, wherever it goes, it stops wherever it goes. The formal sentence "Why should the flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass."

It has long become a famous saying through the ages. Hundreds of red flowers and purple flowers compete with fragrant flowers - "The forest flowers have withered the spring red, it is too hasty."

The ancient poem sang the last song and left calmly, creating a song "The Burial of Flowers" "One Day" When spring ends, beauty grows old, and flowers fall and people die." The poet Du Fu wrote the haunting "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" and met Li Guinian again in the south of the Yangtze River.

"It's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's the season when the flowers are falling." The west wind rustles, and the cold fragrance of chrysanthemums comes from all over the ground.

It was the splendor and splendor of that scene that "the fragrance of the sky spreads through Chang'an, and the city is filled with golden armor" that made the poet Huang Chao sigh, "If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms." The forest cover is white - snow "one after another, two, three, four or five.

Six, seven, eight or nine, flying into the reeds are gone." Cen Shen, a famous poet on the roadside, wrote It was snowing heavily that "the general's horns and bows could not be controlled, and the guards' iron coats were too cold to hold."

It depicts the wonderful scene of snow in August: "The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and gloomy clouds condense inward." It is even more romantic and strange that "suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom".

End of the World *** At this time - Moon Li Taibai drank alone under the moon, "raising a glass to invite the bright moon, facing the shadow of three people." Since ancient times, he has dragged the moon to express his feelings.

The feeling of homesickness is far away, and it is the painful longing like "I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon" that blends all the sadness and lamentation into the moonlight. "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown."

Within the four seas, the moon is in the sky, I miss my hometown on a moonlit night, and the moonlight is like water. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, and the moonlight is wetted by the autumn dew. "Tonight, when the moon is bright, people can't help but miss the autumn thoughts."

"The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon." I sighed, "I hope that people will live forever, thousands of miles away from me."

Each beautiful ancient poem makes me feel like I am immersed in the scene. I find joy in learning ancient poems. Chapter 2 As far back as I can remember, I have had an inexplicable fondness for ancient poetry.

Because each poem can not only explain profound truths to us, but also make it catchy to read. I have an indissoluble bond with ancient poetry.

The first poem I learned was Li Bai's "Thoughts on a Quiet Night". In just twenty words, the wanderer's homesickness was vividly expressed. I still have endless aftertaste after reading it.

The enlightenment of this poem may be one of the reasons why I love ancient poetry. Since I entered elementary school, my mother, who is a teacher, has frequently bought me extracurricular reading materials, among which I particularly like "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

The lamentable "Woodpecking Song", the lamentable "Jiangchengzi", the melancholy "Spring Rain"... made me love ancient poetry even more. In the first grade of junior high school, although the study tasks were more arduous, I always took out more time to read ancient poems.

Because of this, I am more interested in Chinese. Throughout the first day of junior high school, I read "Three Hundred Tang Poems" over and over again.

When I reached the second grade of junior high school, my studies became even busier. I believed that I had a solid foundation in ancient poetry, so I became arrogant and refused to study hard, causing my Chinese language scores to plummet.

But from then on, instead of studying ancient poetry, I regarded it as my "enemy". It wasn't until the third grade of junior high school that my grades got worse and worse, which made me regret it and became obsessed with ancient poetry again.

I thought to myself that I must use the advantages of ancient poetry to make up for my disadvantages. But contrary to expectations, the ancient poems in the third grade of junior high school became more difficult to understand and recite.

Once, the teacher asked me to recite "Baixuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital", but I actually didn't recite it. I lowered my head, blushed, and looked at the author's two words "Cen Shen", wishing to write it have eaten! But what I learned was more of a lesson. I thought to myself: Why can’t I memorize that poem? I used to be able to memorize all the first words of "Three Hundred Tang Poems". Could it be that I delayed too much in my second year of junior high school? Didn’t I regain my confidence in ancient poetry? I asked myself for a long time, and finally understood that I didn’t work hard enough! So as soon as I got home from school, I started to recite poems after finishing my homework. Finally, when we were studying "Walking on Horseback to Send Doctor Feng to the Western Expedition", I recited the full text word for word, and was praised by the teacher. From then on, I gained confidence. Then I felt more fulfilled, and I secretly vowed to enter a higher realm of poetry.

When reading Cen Shen's poems, I experienced the poet's delicate emotions: the feelings of the border guards who braved the cold to protect their homes and country, the depression of farewell between friends, the feelings of soldiers who left their hometowns and were prepared for danger in times of peace... His famous line through the ages, "Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed on the trees." It seems to describe spring, but in fact it describes snow, which has a deep meaning. 9. What are some 300-word essays that use ancient poems as stories?

What are some 300-word essays that use ancient poems as stories? "Qingming" (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by feel like dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance. On the day of Qingming Festival, the sky was gray and drizzling. I was walking on the road far away from my hometown, thinking about my relatives who had passed away, and felt extremely sad. I wanted to go to a restaurant to have a drink. To relieve the sorrow, sorrow, upset and depression in my heart, I asked the shepherd boy on the roadside: "Excuse me, is there a restaurant nearby?" I saw the shepherd boy stretched out his hand and pointed to the faintly hidden figure behind the apricot blossom forest. I walked over to the village. I was very pleased to see the white apricot blossoms. I walked to that village and saw a restaurant. After entering, I drank a lot of wine. I always believe that wine can relieve troubles. I really hope that today It was also successful. I drank for three hours, and my mood became cheerful. At this time, the sun came out, and my mood was even more like before. I sincerely sighed: "This year's Qingming Festival, I really I am sad and happy, thank you for these wines!” After the rain, everything became fresh and bright. The dust on the grass was washed away by the raindrops. The flowers gave off their sweet fragrance, Butterflies are flying among the flowers, and everything has changed. As one of the twenty-four solar terms, Qingming Festival is also a good time for outings and dust removal. Its name also means "all things growing at this time are clean and bright." During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and passersby on the road feel like dying." This is a short poem about the Qingming Festival written by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Paying tribute to relatives and friends, in this traditional day year after year. It is another year of Qingming, My parents and I went to grandma's grave to sweep her grave. We laid flowers in front of grandma's grave, hoping that grandma would know our thoughts and receive blessings from the elderly. Many people also went to the martyrs' cemetery to pay homage to those who died. Martyrs, to express their admiration and deep memory for them, and to encourage their children to learn from their spirit. There are also many people who carry shovels and saplings and go to designated places to plant trees voluntarily, hoping to add more to their lives. The branches are greener, and we hope to create a green living environment for our children and grandchildren. In fact, Qingming Festival is not as simple as sweeping graves, but as simple as remembering old friends. It also means getting close to nature and loving natural life. The spirit of Qingming festival emphasizes "life and death come together" , that is to say, life and death are equally important. When the living remember their old friends, they commemorate and be grateful; get close to nature and draw the power of life from the prosperity of spring. The customs of Qingming Festival are rich and interesting. In addition to the prohibition of fire, There are also a series of custom activities such as tomb sweeping, outing, swinging, playing polo, and planting willows.