Poetry in my heart
The poetry in my heart is the embodiment of ideals; poetry is the touch of the soul; poetry is the refraction in life; poetry is the running aid in the journey of life; poetry is the palette of people's "his, anger, sorrow, music"... ... I and the poetry also quietly formed an indissoluble bond.
I grew up in a special environment - grandma is a teacher and mother is a teacher. When I was young, my mother paid special attention to teaching me to recite ancient poems. At that time, I was puzzled: "What is the ancient poem? Why is it easy to read and listen to it..." This one question is like a curious seed, which makes my little heads puzzled. The seed of curiosity about poetry was quietly planted in my childhood. Gradually, I grew up. I know: ancient poetry was originally an excellent cultural heritage of China. Its language expression is simple and beautiful. Poetry is the endorsement of beauty, and everything in life is poetry. The poem is really amazing, so wonderful. It inspired my love for the culture of the motherland. Since then, I have loved poetry more. When I first entered kindergarten, my grandmother began to teach me poetry. From Luo Binwang's "Goose Goose" to Du Mu's "Qingming", what impressed me the most was Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts". You listen: "Before the bed, the moonlight, the suspect is the frost on the ground. Look up at the moon, look down on your hometown." What a beautiful poem! I read it and immersed myself in the poetry, and my heart felt especially wonderful. I often ask my grandmother: "What do you mean, what do you mean?" 'Grandma always said with deep meaning: "If you grow up, you will naturally know it. "When I heard my grandmother, I thought about growing up quickly, I would like to read poetry and read more poems."
In a blink of an eye, the country is small. Many ancient poems have been replenished. From "one to two or three miles, four or five villages in the smoke village." To "the wind and the waves will have time, the clouds will sail straight to the sea." From "I don't know who the fine leaves are cut, the spring breeze looks like scissors." Lonely boat, Weng, and fishing for the cold river snow." From "Poetry" Li Bai to "Poetry" Du Fu... Poetry is a vast and innocent ocean! I am drunk in the poetry sea -
When I see the flowers in full bloom in spring, I will involuntarily pick up the "Peach Blossoms, Uncle, Cute, Deep Red, Love, Light Red." In the summer, I saw the ripples on the lotus leaf, and I couldn’t help but swear: "Xiaohecai The sharp pointed corners have already stood on the head." When the autumn is over, I can't help but see the red maple leaf: "Parking loves Fenglin night, frosty leaves are red in February." In winter, see the white pheasant. The snow, I squatted: "Lone boat 蓑笠 Weng, fishing for the cold river snow." ... Under the guidance and edification of the teachers, my life has also become "poetic and artistic", the family also gave me A reputation - "little poet." My heart is sweet and cherished, and I love poetry more. The poetry is boundless, and the poetry is as beautiful as a fairy. Poetry is a small boat in my life journey. In the long river of life, I will drift along the water and let the poem grow with me.
City Gate Center National Sixth Class
I grew up in a special environment - grandma is a teacher and mother is a teacher. When I was young, my mother paid special attention to teaching me to recite ancient poems. At that time, I was puzzled: "What is the ancient poem? Why is it easy to read and listen to it..." This one question is like a curious seed, which makes my little heads puzzled. The seed of curiosity about poetry was quietly planted in my childhood. Gradually, I grew up. I know: ancient poetry was originally an excellent cultural heritage of China. Its language expression is simple and beautiful. Poetry is the endorsement of beauty, and everything in life is poetry. The poem is really amazing, so wonderful. It inspired my love for the culture of the motherland. Since then, I have loved poetry more. When I first entered kindergarten, my grandmother began to teach me poetry. From Luo Binwang's "Goose Goose" to Du Mu's "Qingming", what impressed me the most was Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts". You listen: "Before the bed, the moonlight, the suspect is the frost on the ground. Look up at the moon, look down on your hometown." What a beautiful poem! I read it and immersed myself in the poetry, and my heart felt especially wonderful. I often ask my grandmother: "What do you mean, what do you mean?" 'Grandma always said with deep meaning: "If you grow up, you will naturally know it. "When I heard my grandmother, I thought about growing up quickly, I would like to read poetry and read more poems."
In a blink of an eye, the country is small. Many ancient poems have been replenished. From "one to two or three miles, four or five villages in the smoke village." To "the wind and the waves will have time, the clouds will sail straight to the sea." From "I don't know who the fine leaves are cut, the spring breeze looks like scissors." Lonely boat, Weng, and fishing for the cold river snow." From "Poetry" Li Bai to "Poetry" Du Fu... Poetry is a vast and innocent ocean! I am drunk in the poetry sea -
When I see the flowers in full bloom in spring, I will involuntarily pick up the "Peach Blossoms, Uncle, Cute, Deep Red, Love, Light Red." In the summer, I saw the ripples on the lotus leaf, and I couldn’t help but swear: "Xiaohecai The sharp pointed corners have already stood on the head." When the autumn is over, I can't help but see the red maple leaf: "Parking loves Fenglin night, frosty leaves are red in February." In winter, see the white pheasant. The snow, I squatted: "Lone boat 蓑笠 Weng, fishing for the cold river snow." ... Under the guidance and edification of the teachers, my life has also become "poetic and artistic", the family also gave me A reputation - "little poet." My heart is sweet and cherished, and I love poetry more. The poetry is boundless, and the poetry is as beautiful as a fairy. Poetry is a small boat in my life journey. In the long river of life, I will drift along the water and let the poem grow with me.
City Gate Center National Sixth Class
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