Poetry creation

In daily study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to poetry. The language of poetry is concise and meaningful, with the characteristics of conciseness and jumping. There are many kinds of poems, you know? The following are seven poems I collected. Welcome to share.

1 I don't like noisy crowds and colorful streets. I just like sitting by the window alone, basking in the sun, wearing headphones, listening to the music adapted from poetry, and quietly looking for a long-lost leisure.

I think poetry and music are interlinked. In poetry, you can find the innocence and kindness of that year; In music, I can relax myself and find my purity and happiness in this busy world.

The distant wind is farther than the distant wind. I just want to give it back to myself, feel the essence of poetry in a warm afternoon, taste the touch brought by music, and read the warmth of poetry and music carefully.

When you are old, I will accompany you, sit by the fire, sing our music, and find the soul of your pilgrim in silence. When you are old and your hair is gray, I am willing to gently touch the painful wrinkles on your old face and tell you not to be afraid, at least there is me.

Perhaps poetry and music are like this. They can be written, read and sung, with their warmth and memories, giving you irreplaceable companionship.

There are clouds on the other side of Qingqing Mountain. When I sang this song, I seemed to see the wandering back of a wanderer in the distance, and saw my mother's hands sewing clothes for her children under kerosene lamps, which reminded me of the sentence "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body".

The combination of music and poetry can better express the infinite sustenance among travelers, mothers and hometown. It makes me more willing to sit by the wall of the classroom, looking at the distance, listening to this wandering song, and pinning my infinite thoughts on home.

Sing a song for yourself and write a poem for the future. In the world of poetry and music, no more hesitation, no more sadness, a person, quietly. ...

Poetry Composition 2 In the first class this afternoon, our fifth-grade students held a poetry competition, and all the fifth-grade students went to the multi-function hall.

Here we go. First of all, a small host presided over us, and there was a row of teachers sitting below to grade the people who recited poems. 1 player is well dressed, but when he recited with music, that paragraph had already begun to be recited before, and then he stuttered, so his performance was not good; Player No.2 is Tao Tao, a classmate of our class. Dressed in a taekwondo suit, he recited Lushan Waterfall to us. He recited well and his gestures were well coordinated. The students below applauded him. Rong Zhang, a classmate who came to our class, recited very well, and her voice was like a lark. While she was reciting poems, she also photographed his graceful movements. She combined action and voice and performed very well. Although it was very hot, the students listened carefully to the contestants' performances. Warm applause rang out from time to time in the hall.

Look at three female students. They are wearing beautiful dresses and faint beauty makeup. The three of them performed in tandem, and they felt very harmonious. With the end of the students' recitation, let's talk about the evaluation results. Rong Zhang and Xinghui of our class won the first prize, and Su Tao of our class won the second prize. They are really excellent! Our class has two first prizes and one second prize, which is awesome!

It's time for the second class, and we walk into the classroom one by one. The Chinese teacher began to give prizes to the four contestants in yesterday's speech contest, and also to the winners of today's poetry contest. I'm really proud of them!

Poetry Composition 3 I started reciting poems when I was four years old. Of course, I was forced by adults. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems. After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation. Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry. There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects. Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying in thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing and watching the sky go out, we are wormwood people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, so I can't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused. If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it. I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating. I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors. If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions. Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer reminds people of my mother's care for me in the past, and a warm feeling comes to my mind ... Every time I appreciate it, I can feel different and throb. This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem!

Poetry composition 4 "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed, is there already frost?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " This is the earliest poem we came into contact with. Although simple, it is full of Li Bai's longing for his hometown. The ancients loved poetry and often expressed their feelings with poetry, which is still widely circulated today. In China for 5000 years, almost every dynasty has its own outstanding poets. From officials to scholars, they are good at writing poems.

Poetry may be a good way to express feelings. Write poetry when you are happy, and write poetry when you are unhappy. It can cultivate sentiment and make people relax. It is an elegant way of life.

Poetry is everywhere in life, and it has always been with us, and it has been inseparable from us since the first day of school. We can send poems, recite poems and even write poems. This is reflected in the importance of poetry. We should carry forward this traditional culture.

In the canteen, we often see such slogans. "After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard. " It is not only a slogan, but also the embodiment of civilization. It also warns us that the ancients knew how to cherish food, and so should we.

There is also the song of tomorrow, which says, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, tomorrow is tomorrow." This is the ancient people's sigh for cherishing time. They know that time flies like running water. If we don't hurry at this time, when will it be? How many tomorrows will there be? As middle school students, how many tomorrows do we have? To achieve "today's work, today's completion", seize the time and study hard. It can be said that an inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.

Feel with your heart, observe with your heart, and you will find poetry everywhere. It is everywhere, including bus stops, parks, lotus pond restaurants, cafes, even fences, or just a corner of the school. Have you observed it carefully again? All these show that our life and poetry are inseparable.

It is your sigh after seeing the sunset: "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." It is your praise when you watch the lotus: "Mud comes out without touching, bright without demon." Or see the beautiful scenery and marvel: "Guan Guan's dove is in Hezhou." The beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman. "Are these not enough to prove the importance of immunity in our lives?

A child once wrote, "I want to be a tree, which blooms when I am happy and leaves when I am unhappy." This is reflected in the innocence and liveliness of children. Now all major cities are striving for civilized cities, and so is our region. Stone lattice is a must. It can add color to life, make life less boring and become a beautiful landscape. Poetry is with us.

Shake an awning boat, I would like to be close to the harbor of your heart; Hold an oil-paper umbrella, I would like to walk into your heart; Light an oil lamp and I will stay up all night with you. ...

Poetry, with you, my youth is no longer lonely; With you, my journey is more colorful; With you, my life will not be lonely. ...

I like reading poetry since I was a child.

When I was a child, I read ancient poems that I could understand but didn't understand with that childish voice beside several elders. In their praise, I like reading poems.

When I was in primary school, my obsession with poetry went further.

"Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home." Under the guidance of our teacher, we read Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night over and over again. I wonder why these short twenty words occupy a whole page of the textbook. After the teacher analyzed this poem, I deeply realized that Li Bai's homesickness is as transparent as the bright moon, and it can't be carried on one page. Since then, I have become more obsessed with poetry. Every time I read a poem and feel the mood of a poet, I am as excited as an explorer who has found a treasure.

Now, poetry has become a part of my life.

Every night, after I finish my homework, my home becomes a temple of poetry. You see, a beautiful woman is reading a poem affectionately with a book; You see, a handsome gentleman outside the window is reciting that quaint poem fluently; There is also a lively child who is savoring the emotions conveyed in the poem and looks intoxicated. Yes, this is my home. The three of them read in unison: "I am lying in a remote village, and I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still want to be a country." Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. "Mother said," how respectable it is for an old man in his seventies to lie on his deathbed, not worrying about his illness, but thinking about defending his country. "Dad said," Dreaming is the scene of riding a horse across the frontier. How precious it is to have such a loyal minister in the stormy Song Dynasty. "A poem, just a few short words, contains the voice of an era and a nation. What can produce such a great shock in the shortest time than poetry?

In the morning, my father washed his face and brushed his teeth, my mother was busy cooking breakfast at the kitchen table, and I packed my schoolbag. In this tense symphony that started in the morning, we didn't forget to recite the poems we tasted last night. Poetry is a warm agent for three people in my family and a hot chicken soup for my soul.

I love poetry, love the poet's feelings and love the poetic life.

Poetry Composition 6 Poetry is the precious wealth of China's classical culture. Whoever it is can recite a sentence or two. It can be seen that poetry has completely entered people's lives and become an indispensable cultural supply in people's spiritual world.

I remember when I was just literate, my mother bought a big card with "Goose" printed on it. Since then, my mother has made me read Pinyin every day. Practice makes perfect. A week has passed, and I can recite it even if I can't read it well at first. "Goose, goose, Xiang Tiange, white hair floating green water, red palm clearing the waves." After more than a month, whenever there are guests at home, my mother will let me "show my skills." In the world of poetry, I fully felt the beauty of China's poetry.

I was only in kindergarten at that time, so whenever I learned a poem, my mother would give me one yuan as a reward. When I was in the first grade, I thought I would gain something and make extra efforts to recite poems. But I don't want to, this "hard work" makes me deeply infatuated with them.

These efforts for poetry not only made my brain bank have some "savings", but also expanded my knowledge treasure house.

The Song of Tomorrow by Qian Hetan, a poet in Qing Dynasty, warns us that we must cherish time. We must finish today's work and never put it off until tomorrow, otherwise, these things will accumulate and will never be finished in the end. "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time" is an absolute truth.

Besides cherishing time, poetry has also taught me a lot of philosophy of life. "outstanding people, dead but not stiff." Li Qingzhao, a poet in the Song Dynasty, expressed his outlook on life in Xia Shi: to live and be a hero on earth; If you die, you should be a hero in the ghost. "When people don't know Lingyunmu, they will wait until Lingyun starts to get high." Du Xunhe, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, told us in Komatsu that even the humble grass can become a tall and sturdy "Lingyunmu" as long as it works hard. ...

Poetry enriches our spiritual world, makes our life no longer boring and makes our sentiment more noble!

Poetry composition 7 received a lot of letters.

From the same person. Cowardice and timidity overwhelmed strong curiosity.

I can't, I can't treat you like before, even now I don't have the courage to read these words.

"Do you still have feelings for me?" This is the last time you ask. I remember it was the second day of the new year.

"No" I laughed and spit out these two words from the corner of my mouth, and then I didn't tell you the hidden remorse, guilty conscience and pervasive emptiness.

"Well, I won't bother you again."

Then, there was a long busy tone on the other end of the phone.

You used "harassment", not "interruption".

Perhaps, as you know, the promise I gave you about the future from the beginning is fragile and untrue.

So ... you're scared, afraid you can't catch it. I feel like a breeze. When I blow here, I'll blow it away.

It's just that what you didn't expect was that goodbye came so fast and so cruel. In fact, even I didn't expect to die so soon.

New year's day. What I give you is not joy and blessing, but it hurts like a knife.

Today. It's been nearly 1 month. Long forgetting may not be thorough enough.

I always ignored the letter you wrote to me, and suddenly my classmates took it back from the mailroom, put it in front of my eyes and put it in my hand.

be taken by surprise

The flood of memory will soon drown me. I'm dull for a moment, and I don't know what to do.

Perhaps throwing it away is the wisest choice. At least you walked clean, and I was completely heartless.

However, how can people be so cold-blooded?

Carefully arranged in chronological order, suddenly.

Hesitantly open the earliest envelope and take out the writing paper.

Familiar fonts, skim them and put them back right away.

I'm afraid to know your passion, your passion for me.

So I chickened out again.

It's so cowardly and ridiculous to stuff all the letters on the table into the bag at random.

Because you don't love it. You have no courage.

Because you don't love, so you refuse to escape.

Because I can never cheat my heart.

Therefore, love is never fair. Because you are the object of love, you can even hurt each other without scruple.

Therefore, love is always reluctant to come. Even if you are such a good person, I still don't want to look back.

Therefore, love always needs two hearts close together. Otherwise, you chase after me, and the person who pays the most will always be that person.

I think I am really a terrible person, so bad that I can't even pretend.

It is a waste of kindness to abandon one's ideas so bluntly.

Or you should resent a vicious woman like me and curse me for never being happy.

Or it's better to forget that such a bad person has come into your life.

Or not at all, or.

This is just a dream, a dream of Conan.