Poetry composition 1 You warm every classmate's heart with fire-like emotions, and you stir countless hearts with poetic lofty sentiments, either graceful or delicate, as if even your back is condensed with fiery eyes. ...
In my opinion, Chinese teachers need a lot of literary knowledge reserves and need to patiently interpret every word for us in class. Whenever I see you preparing lessons carefully at your desks, I can feel the responsibility and glory as a people's teacher. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Don't burn yourself like that wax torch, just to teach us what you have learned selflessly.
Your thoughts and words are full of poetry and philosophy, and at the same time they are so magical. In my heart, how many wonderful ripples they have aroused!
Your bright smile always flashes in front of my eyes; Your character and personality will be treasured in my heart forever. In the sea of life, you are like a high beacon light, standing on the vast sea, guiding our forward voyage forever. You have taught us the truth in poetry and fu, and at the same time, the connotation and charm of poetry have been most truly reflected in you. You are in my heart, just like an ancient romantic figure, and I admire you in my heart.
"Orchids are thinking of rain everywhere, and the garden is full of peaches and plums." Your lecture is so colorful. Every chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see another colorful new world. It seems that the voice that gently shakes the soul still echoes in the ear. You have dyed the color of our youth with the love in your hearts ... Teacher, please open the window and have a look. All this love and this garden full of peaches and plums are paying tribute to you!
Without the nourishment of your thoughts, how can so many beautiful flowers of the soul bloom? Spreading knowledge is sowing hope and happiness. Teacher, you are the sower of this hope and happiness! It is you who shine the beautiful sunshine, moisten the beautiful rain and dew, make our hearts green and full of flowers!
You planted the seeds of poetry in our hearts, trying to give us the connotation of a poet. You are more like the unknown root, let the young trees grow sturdily, let the branches bear rich fruits, but ask for nothing in return.
"The rain is small and there is rain." I heard that when a seedling needs a glass of water, it is absolutely impossible to send a bucket of water; And when you need a bucket of water, never give a glass of water. Learning to give in due course is a skill of a good gardener. Teacher, this is your art of education.
Whether it is cold or warm, it is only fragrant for peaches and plums. Poetry is all over the world, painting is all over the world, talented people are smiling, only my teacher is also.
Chinese teacher, maybe you are just an ordinary one among all sentient beings, but in our hearts, aren't you the tallest one? "There are all ends of the earth, only teachers are infinite." When the sun sets, I can still see your quiet smile in the faint afterglow. You lead us, take dreams as horses, lead the way with poems, and finally reach the other side where the fragrance is overflowing and the peach blossoms are lingering!
Fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. The first fallen leaf was gently carried away by the wind, and it was taken to the field. The fallen leaves gently fell on the cotton and whispered to it, "cotton, cotton!" Autumn is coming, spread your green leaves and take out your fluff cotton! " The second fallen leaf was also carried away by the wind. It landed in the pine tree's house and told the little squirrel, "Autumn is coming! Autumn is coming! Store the food quickly, or there will be nothing to eat in winter! " Falling leaves are sent away one by one, repeatedly conveying a message: autumn is coming! As the saying goes, "the wind blows a leaf and everything is autumn"!
Fallen leaves are autumn gifts. "oh! A lot of fallen leaves! " People are talking to each other. The fallen leaves are not very big, but they are colorful, red, green, yellow, yellow with green … all kinds, beautiful and moving. Gently pick up a fallen leaf and put it on your nose, and a hazy smell suddenly spread all over your body. That vague smell seems to bring us back to childhood and the good old days. Ah! Intoxicated in the forest, looking back is infinite happiness! When you step on it gently, the sound of "click click" comes one after another, which is wonderful. A leaf falls on your shoulder. Please don't throw it away. Put it in a book and let it read with you.
Fallen leaves are the most beautiful flowers in autumn. Look! Its bright colors! From a distance, red, yellow, and green are interlocking, which makes people memorable. This beauty is beyond words, please feel its charm quietly! "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." You're right.
Falling leaves are affectionate. In spring, the big tree mother who keeps it gives it nutrition. Summer, lush, dancing with the wind. Autumn has come, it's time to leave. With tears in his eyes, he reluctantly sat in Brother Feng's car and left his mother who raised him. In the wind, he turned left and right, swinging from side to side, floating around, "I refused to get off, but I still said I was sorry for my old forest", and finally fell to the ground silently.
The leaves are beautiful and autumn is strong. Please hold the fallen leaves in the palm of your hand and instantly hold the beautiful autumn!
Poetry Composition 3 has been studied for more than ten years, and I dare not pretend to be a million poems and songs I have read, but it is also quite rich, so I naturally have a lot of feelings about poetry. As the saying goes, you can recite 300 Tang poems by heart even if you can't write them. I think you should not only know how to sing, but also know how to taste.
Since it's just a casual remark, it's naturally unconstrained and informal, and you can write wherever you want. In case the inspiration comes to an abrupt end, you will immediately close the pen.
Tang poetry is the peak of poetry, which has been circulated for hundreds of years, and of course it has great personality. Different schools of poetry have different styles, or they are bold and unrestrained, unconventional, fresh and natural, and extraordinary, which constitutes the prosperity of poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. However, I think that although there are many famous artists, they are not all worthy of the name. Some poets' works are not as superb as those told by later generations. I'll cut the crap and express my opinion.
Meng Haoran is the most famous among the pastoral poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Yin Kun, a scholar, called his poems "rich in literary talent, dense in latitude and longitude, and semi-elegant in tune, which completely deleted the usual style." But in my opinion, this guy is really a bit pretentious. These comments over-deify Meng Haoran's poems. For example, "Deer Gate Night Song":
In the evening, the bell of the temple echoed in the valley, and a noisy voice sounded at Yulu Ferry.
People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.
The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Lonely mountain road and quiet forest road, only hermits come and go gracefully here.
I really don't know the beauty of this poem. The whole poem is picturesque and lyrical, with four parts and twenty-eight characters. Although complete, there is no bright spot. Words are old and vulgar, and words are plain. Although this poem is sung with less strict rhythm requirements, the rhyme of the whole poem is too scattered, and it has no sense of rhythm that poetry should have, so it is very difficult to read. The textbook's evaluation of this poem is "smooth intonation, simple words, and a sense of rhythm that flows freely." I really don't know where this statement comes from! His other famous sentence is "We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue distant mountains." And so on, but also immature handwriting, superficial wording, it is difficult to stand scrutiny. On the contrary, Su Shi's evaluation is more pertinent: "A poem with lofty rhyme is short, like brewing wine without cooking." This is a positive solution.
Wang Wei, a poet who is also an idyllic school in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, is neck and neck with Meng Haoran, but his skill is deeper. There is a "Ji Xiang Temple":
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks.
Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold.
In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
On the front of the first couplet, people entered Yunfeng, which actually set off the seclusion of Ji Xiang Temple. Before I arrived at the temple, it was shrouded in fog, and readers felt that the depth of Ji Xiang Temple was in front of them. The ancient road in front of the temple is secluded and tortuous. Although no one has left a trace, the bell can still be heard, as if from a deep mountain, quiet and quiet. The two sentences of the neck couplet are still to show the cold environment, but the technique is different from the first two couplets. The poet uses inverted sentences to highlight the sound of spring and the striking color of the sun. The word "swallow" is extremely vivid: the rocks are dangerous, and it is difficult to flow lightly, so we have to meander among the rugged rocks, as if it were the sound of pain. At first glance, the word "cold" seems to be contrary to common sense, but the fine products cannot but be wonderful: in the afterglow, the sad sun color is smeared on the pine forest, and the shape is not very cold.
The whole poem is written from far and near, from scenery to emotion, and enters the scene of the ancient temple, absorbed in meditation and natural. The poet's description of quiet mountain scenery is not extremely quiet, but takes bells and springs as images, which not only does not break the quiet artistic conception, but adds a sense of seclusion to the deep mountain forest. This kind of contrast technique is incomparable to Meng Haoran's smooth verbal skills.
As the representative of the school of landscape pastoral poetry, the two are judged by a little comparison. Then, as representatives of romanticism, Li Bai and Li He can't miss it.
Li Bai's name is a household name. His poems are unrestrained, romantic and imaginative, so he is honored as a "poetic fairy"; Li He is a classmate, and his poems are even more magnificent than Taibai in rhetoric and style. Also known as "Shi Gui". However, compared with Li Bai's position in Wang Yang, Li's fame is like a drop of water, which is hard to reach 90 cents. The reason is that the two men have different skills in grasping the balance between gorgeous rhetoric and profound thoughts. Li He's poems, such as Li Ping's quotations:
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
At first glance, it is rich in content and gorgeous in words, and several dictionaries are used together. It is said that Li relies on his superb skills, but it is difficult to scrutinize under careful consideration: the theme of the full text is monotonous, the content is empty, and although there are many decorations, they are all in one place, without comparison, elaboration, gradual stratification and profound connotation to sublimate the full text. And there is no connection between each sentence, which makes this poem read like a patchwork of exquisite clothes, but it is difficult to become a whole. Taste Li He's poems with a schoolbag, paper and pen, and occasionally get inspiring good sentences, and then sort them out sentence by sentence after going home at night. Now it seems that this statement is true.
In contrast, Li Bai's Dream of Climbing Mount Tianmu is much more skillful. The whole poem depicts the precipitous beauty of Tianmu Mountain, interspersed with the poet's wild and bold imagination, which is equally magnificent and extraordinary in style. The ending is lyrical: "Oh, how can I seriously bow and scrape to those who are in high positions and high positions?" They will never be seen with a sincere face. " Even more outspoken, arrogant and uninhibited, he sublimated the content of poetry with his own ideals and will. The whole poem is fluent and seamless, which is a masterpiece.
I am a poor scholar, but I dare to speak frankly. There are many famous people in history, but most of the praises given by a poet are debatable. There are so many talkers that they have no ability to appreciate poetry themselves. They just follow the advice of others, find a famous and highly praised poet and flatter him. I really don't know anything about it, which goes against the' purpose of seeking truth from facts' in learning.
Finally, I'd like to present an antique poem, which is not only shallow and flat, but also scattered in rhythm. Please give me your advice:
Trouble in the rain
The spring is chilly, the rain is torrential, and there is nowhere to run out of silver needles.
Draw a column and lean on wine to pierce the intestines, but a thousand cups can't hide people and sip lightly.
Clouds want to be woven into locks, and the frost moon is full of beads.
Mengshan doesn't need a fleeting shuttle, and the dust of the past is cut into shreds.
Perhaps, I never thought I would write poetry in my life. I used to think that poetry should be written by poets and writers. Which round will beat our students? When I was promoted to Datong and "Poetry School", I began to approach poetry.
I remember the first time I was faced with the task of writing poetry given by my teacher. I was really taken aback, but I quickly disagreed. Writing poetry sounds simple, so it shouldn't be difficult. You can really write it down to understand what Zhang Fei wears: eyes of a needle, big eyes and small eyes. This poem, which was written without a clue, was immediately picked out by the teacher. At that time, I was wondering if I didn't have such cells. Later, I wrote it again and again before I realized that the method is very important.
Writing poetry is similar to writing a composition, and both need great inspiration! But god didn't give me face at all. Inspiration does not come out of thin air. It needs something that can touch your heart. Once when I wrote a poem, I had no thoughts at all, let alone inspiration! Suddenly found that the wallpaper on the computer desktop is not good enough. I wanted to change it, so I opened the sogou wallpaper. Looking at it, I was attracted by a picture of sunset, which was beautiful and reminded me of that poem: to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. This is somewhat sad. At this moment, inspiration came to my mind, and the feeling that I started writing and it was very smooth really made me understand the importance of inspiration.
Another point is very important. If you want to write something, you must observe it carefully and investigate some of its habits. In a Chinese class, the teacher assigned us to write poems about Parthenocissus tricuspidata. This makes me feel embarrassed. I usually don't pay attention to the green on the wall, so I can't write it. In order to complete the task, I began to study the greatness of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. After understanding, I know its habits. After the cold winter, the first place where Parthenocissus tricuspidata sprouts is its top, and the last place to turn green is its beginning. This is really a clever plant. This habit can not only turn all the branches and leaves green, but also grow bit by bit with the appearance of a small bud until the whole wall is covered. Isn't this good material for writing poetry? It seems that figuring out the habits of things is definitely good for writing poetry.
With poetry, I have changed from a person who doesn't know poetry to a poetry lover. This is really a leap! Know poetry, be happy and enjoy! I will follow this poetic road.
Poetry Composition 5 Poetry exists as a kind of hope and sustenance of human beings. It is the soul of a city, and the development or backwardness of a city is inseparable from poetry.
Poetry is a spring rain that moistens the heart of this city. What decoration a city can have, but it cannot be separated from the nourishment of poetry. Vulgar life is boring and lifeless like spring rain. With the nourishment of poetry, life will become dazzling and full of vitality. With the development of the times, it is not enough for city people to live by entertainment. It seems that an important soul is missing, and that is poetry. When people are bored, read poems to satisfy your spiritual and spiritual vacancy. The TV station has produced a program called "Good Poems of China", which contains beautiful poems, so that you can learn not to blindly pursue fame and fortune, but to become a valuable person. Experience poetry, as if being there makes you full of fighting spirit. Poetry is a spring rain, nourishing the dying life of the city.
Poetry is a bright lamp, illuminating the dark city. So the city needs to be illuminated by poetry. When the city is in crisis, when people in the city are unwilling to work hard, poetry will remind you that the sun is always after the storm, and I believe there will be a rainbow. It gives you the motivation to move forward again. Poetry is the eyes of this city. You can look at this city with these eyes. You will always find some beautiful scenery. There will always be times when you meet a poem unexpectedly. Some real estate companies advertise with poems, which read "Facing the West Lake, bloom is warm in spring". The sign in the park reads "There is no mountain higher than people, and there is no road longer than people", which is refreshing. No matter how high the mountain is, no matter how far the road is, it can't stop the people in the city. Poetry will always make you understand some life truths, in case people choose decadence when they are desperate. Poetry can lead people to success.
Poetry is the driving force to promote urban development. Everything has its own value and development direction. Ancient poets such as Li Bai, Du Fu and Su Shi have their own lifestyles, lived in different dynasties and periods, and formed different styles of poetry creation. After all, their poetry is the driving force for them to live. Poetry is the sustenance of their lives, and the development of the city also needs the power of poetry. When the city is confused again, poetry will remind "the mountains are heavy and the waters are suspicious, and there is no way out." Developed cities always need this powerful power of poetry.
Poetry is a spring rain, nourishing the heart of the city; Poetry is a lamp that illuminates the dark city; Poetry is the driving force to promote urban development. A city can live without more, but it can't live without poetry, which is the soul of a city.