I have a date with poetry 800 word essay

I had a date with poetry

Evergreen Primary School Chen Xinyang.

Instructor: Jian Junming.

The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. "This is a poem by Li Bai in "Three Hundred Tang Poems". I have to read "Three Hundred Tang Poems" every day, because I have a year-round agreement with the poems.

It's not just the winter scenery that is the loneliest

When I come to the appointment in winter, it is full of snow.

This picture of flying snow makes me feel like I have seen another painting. On the painting, a person is looking at the river stupidly, and the rolling mountains in the distance are covered with snow; There was a small boat faintly in the middle of the river, moving forward slowly; When the boat approached, I saw an old fisherman sitting in the bow of the boat, wearing a hat and a hat, fishing on the snowy river. Oh, this is not Liu Zongyuan's rare scenery poem on the cold winter river:

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snow. "

The most intoxicating beauty is the autumn leaves

The cold winter wax moon is bleak, and the fiery red maple leaves are the most beautiful.

So, autumn hurried to the appointment. The fiery red leaves on the tree, like innocent and lively children, suddenly became very shy, and their faces turned red. However, the seasons change, all things are reincarnated, even if the beautiful maple leaves are helpless, you push him, he pushes you, and they fall to the earth one after another.

However, this scenery was captured by the amorous poet, and so there were"Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers"The famous article.

The most pleasant is Naxiahe

Speaking of autumn leaves and flowers, it is natural to mention the summer lotus.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the heat was incomparable, and the summer was in a hurry to come to the appointment. The black dog guarding the gate squatted sleepily on the ground, sticking out its long tongue irritably; Uncountable. I knew that I was lying on the big tree and kept screaming.

Fortunately, there is a treasure land, which can let the heated and even high fever rest the soul. You see, under the dense leaves, the small pond, the green lotus leaves, the delicate lotus flowers, the dragonfly ...... that settledCoincidentally, this beautiful scenery complements the poet and Yang Wanli who traveled to find that he happily put pen to paper: Xiaohe has only shown sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on their heads.

The most beautiful thing is this spring sound

In the gratifying atmosphere of the recovery of all things and the red flowers of willows, spring is long overdue.

The birds on the branches were chirping and singing, the frogs in Lin Zhen's ridge were croaking, and the rumbling thunder and rain were also coming to help ......Thunder comes and goes, but when there is earth-shattering, lightning and thunder. The sound of rain is the most beautiful and hits the ground"Boom", falling on the leaves"Rustle"and knock on the glass"Ding Ding Dong", although the sound is small, but it is endless, setting off a full of vitality. When spring arrives unconsciously, mosquitoes that have been silent for an autumn and winter can't help but fly.

And so, there was another one"I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. "The famous sentence of the ages, the poet Meng Haoran is also famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool, and winter is cold. The four seasons alternate, each with its own style. During my date with poetry, I understood the mystery of the changing seasons and felt the true meaning of a happy life.

Oh, the days that accompany poetry, what a day!

Poetry, it's not easy to say that I love you.

Take a lonely boat and revisit the long river of history. The thing that pleases my soul the most is still that ......

When you look up, you will think of "a line of egrets in the sky"; When you look down, you will think of "suspected frost on the ground"; Looking at the river, you will think of "a river flowing eastward"; The leaves wither, you will think of "I say that autumn is better than spring".

Poetry, I like it. chant a song "Jiangnan Good", the beautiful artistic conception makes ** Lian, I like it. Singing a song "Turtle Although Shou", "Old and Strong" randomly appeared in front of me, I like it. Hum a piece of "Untitled", selfless dedication, candle spring silkworm, I like it.

In my opinion, the vernacular is too monotonous, and the classical Chinese is too boring. There are only ancient poems, which I like in my heart. When you encounter setbacks and want to retreat, think about Du Fu's sentence "will be the top of the mountain, a glance at the mountains", full of enthusiasm, that pride and ambition, I appreciate, I admire, I say to learn from Du Fu, I want to eat this poem thoroughly, I want to work hard, I want to fight, I also want to see the joy of success after the sweat of hard work!

From the poems, I see beauty, incomparable beauty, unique beauty.

Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan", I saw it; Confucius's ambition to "climb Mount Tai and make the world small", I have seen it; Li Bai's sincerity of "Peach Blossom Lake is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me", I saw it; Li Qingzhao's melancholy of "things are people, not everything", I saw it.

In the dead of night, I perused ancient poems, the bright moonlight sprinkled poignant seeds, and I wandered in the alleys, expressing the original idea of "scattering and dyeing and parting, falling and repressing". Oh, lovely ancient poems, leading me into a wonderful, pleasant artistic conception.

The traces of sunset and dusk, the traces of flowers and leaves, are all taken into the heart by ancient poems. After reading it, it was engraved into my soul. "I am a paper kite with a broken thread, and no one understands it and let it dissipate."

Turned into a wisp of smoke, the years stranded it, and the psalms, but don't go further and further. Pregnant? O-like these words, I'm no longer broken.

The wind is rising again, and my heart is still open. ”

I learned a lot from poetry. I know that life can't be easy. Since this is the case, then I will learn to bear it, join hands with my favorite ancient poems, and fight against the so-called fate!

In my world, there is only a lonely sail, and the wind and waves are too strong. I have sunk because of this, and it is the ancient poetry that taught me to be strong. "Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are in the broken rocks.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. "I vow to make the most beautiful waves in my life!

The voyage ahead will not be smooth sailing. I have ancient poems, and I will sit firmly in my boat and sail for my dreams. "The wind knows the strength of the grass, and the cold withers after seeing it.

Xiaocao is still strong, so naturally I shouldn't be timid. That's how it should all of us. Ancient poems, for you, words are endless, love is endless!

Poetry, I have a date with it.