Look at my story and give me a poem 3Q

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king.

The three thousand red dust are full of sorrow.

With a flick of his fingers, he made a cloud of smoke. Original

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

Modern poetry, or ancient poetry?

Just write about how you and the poem have a touching story.

Gift to Wang Lun Primary School Li Bai sent the story of his friend Wang Lun.

Peach Blossom:

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a young scholar named Cui Hu to Chang'an City to catch the exam, just around the Qingming Festival, he came to the spring outing near the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and walked to a peasant house covered with peach blossoms and met a beautiful peasant girl, so he asked for some tea under the pretext of being thirsty, chatted a few words, and Cui Hu reluctantly left.

In the Qingming Festival of the second year, Cui Hu came again, but the chaimen was closed, and the peach blossoms were still in full bloom, and sometimes a poem was written on the chaimen: "In this door last year, the peach blossoms on the human face were red, and the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze." ”

A few days later, when he came here again, he heard the old cry from the hut in the distance, and hurried to the farmhouse to ask what had happened. A gray-haired old man cried very sadly and said, "My daughter went to visit relatives a few days ago, and when she came back and saw the poem on the door, she couldn't afford to be sick.

Cui Hu was shocked to tell the reason for writing the poem and asked to see the girl. When he saw the dying girl, he cried out loudly, perhaps his sincerity touched the heavens, and the girl woke up, and later they became husband and wife, and it became a tale for the ages.

Bai Juyi: Bai Juyi is a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty of China. He grew up in a scholarly family, and his grandfather and maternal grandfather were both poets.

Bai Juyi started school at the age of 6, and he studied very hard, and every time Mr. taught a poem, he not only memorized it carefully, but also carefully understood the meaning. Because he was deeply influenced by his family's culture, he loved literature since he was a child, especially poetry. I never get tired of reading the famous passages of the ancients, not only reading but also copying them with a pen, and reciting them.

Whether it's dog days or winter, it's never stopped.

Some classmates asked him, "Why do you work so hard?" Don't be a 'desperate wolf'! He said to others: "If you want to learn poetry, you must first memorize poetry. ”

Bai Juyi studied hard and practiced hard, and his knowledge has made great progress. Soon after he started school, he began to write poetry, and by the age of 9, he already knew phonology and could write rhythmic poems according to complex tones and rhymes. Whenever he finished writing a poem, he read it to his friends, and sometimes the adults came to listen to it.

Everyone praised Xiaobai Juyi's poems for his good writing, and called him a "little poet"!

After a setback, we have to start all over again.

Life is a long road.

It's always going to be bumpy.

Encounter all kinds of problems.

But. No matter how hard it is, we must be strong and hold on.

Those expectant eyes of the Chinese people.

After the setback, the town of Eggplant Rock can slump.

You can't go with the waves.

We have to be brave in the face.

For the sake of loved ones.

It's also for the dream I once had.

The ups and downs of life.

How many people are working hard in it.

Fall, get up, get up, get up, fall, fall.

He even fell all over his body.

But let's not give up.

Because success is not so easy.

Maybe it feels like the world is cold.

has tasted the ups and downs of the world and experienced the vicissitudes of life.

But. If the heart is in a dream, it is there.

I believe that there is still true love between heaven and earth.

Maybe. When we are in trouble.

I cried, I was dazed, trembling, and depressed.

But it has to be carried by one person.

Just to live up to that expectation.

The road that has been walked, the life that has been walked.

Although there is infinite sadness in my heart.

Although there is unspeakable sorrow in my heart.

Knowing that loneliness is unbearable in the future.

But for the dream in our hearts, the ideals in our hearts.

For those expectant looks.

We have to go on bravely.

After failure. Let's start all over again.

A short story from the Long March.

In January 1929, the Red Fourth Army went down to Jinggang Mountain, detouring between southern Jiangxi and western Fujian, we followed the march, and we did not see him riding a horse along the way, but the wounded, sick, and fallen soldiers in the army rode his horse. Although *** is the former secretary of the party committee, he eats the same pot of rice and the same pot of vegetables with the soldiers, and there is no difference in the slightest. During the march, they set off early and ate early, and everyone brought their own lunch.

Once, when we were resting on the march with our luggage, it was about ten o'clock in the morning, and everyone took out their own lunch to eat as usual. That day, *** didn't bring lunch because I got up late. While we were eating, *** arrived.

He sat down next to me and said to me, "I got up late, I didn't eat breakfast, I didn't bring lunch, my stomach is very hungry, can you give me a little food?" So I gave him food.

Now that I think about it, at that time, *** was already the core of the leadership of our Red Army, and *** honesty was rare at that time.

The 23,000-mile Red Army climbed snow-capped mountains, crossed grasslands, and joined the Red Army in northern Shaanxi.