Me and poetry

Me and poetry

Summer night, quiet. A crooked moon climbed the treetops. Looking up, it has jumped into the sky and looked at me with a smile. The brightest stars in the sky flashed and seemed to signal me to fall asleep. Through the bright moonlight, I picked up a yellow-colored ancient poetry book and planned to savor it on this quiet night. My body is too short, and I can barely squat on the window sill. The first ancient poem I opened was "Quiet Night Thinking," and I was immediately attracted.

"Before the bed, the moonlight, the suspect is the frost on the ground. Looking up at the moon, looking down at the hometown." I looked at my head, how is the moonlight frost? I looked up at the moon and didn't think about the hometown. Yes, yes, I am in my hometown now, of course I will not miss my hometown! I am shouting excitedly.

I was immersed in the triumph, suddenly, a voice came from my ear: "What are you doing, Niu Niu, why are you still not sleeping?" I was shocked. Looking back, Dad was standing behind me, using peace and harmony. Look at me. I turned around and handed the ancient poem to my father with a small hand. There was a smile on his face, and he said with amazement: "My girl loves ancient poetry! In the future, I will take you in the country of poetry!"

Since then, my poetry has become a good friend who is inseparable. As soon as I have time, I will open the ancient poetry and look like it, forgetting to eat, forgetting to play...

In poetry, I read about the concern of Mengjiao’s “close-knit seams, fear of delays”; in poetry, I read the harvest of Li Wei’s “Spring Seeds, Millet Millions, and Autumn Harvests”. In poetry, I read the sacredness of Lu You’s “zero-falling muddy dust, only incense is as it is”; in poetry, I read Wen Tianxiang’s qi festival of “Life has never died, and Dan’s heart is shining”; In the poems, I also read the bleakness of Li Qingzhao’s “Looking for 觅觅, cold and clear, miserable”...

When I read Li Bai's "flying down three thousand feet, suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days," there was always a feeling of comfort in my heart. The waterfall rushed down, like a roaring lion, which made people think that the Milky Way had drained from above nine days. The sound of the collision between the water and the stone seemed to be echoing in my ear. When I read Bai Juyi’s "wild fire is not burning, the spring breeze is born again," my heart will rise up with an admiration. Although the weeds are very small, they have a strong and unyielding spirit; when I read Wang Wei's "persuade the monarch to make a cup of wine, and the west is out of the sun, there is no reason," I will feel the preciousness of friendship. A pair of friends standing on the roadside is hard to divide, and the scene of relying on other things can't help but come to my eyes. When I read Du Fu's "Where is the wife watching, the poetry of the poetry is mad," I am full of patriotism. Feelings. Whenever the poet is in his heart, he has the motherland in his heart. When he read Su Shi’s "No wind and rain, no sunshine", "A smog of rain and rain," the troubles and sorrows in my heart suddenly fell into the clouds, and the poet was positive and optimistic. The spirit will infect everyone... The fun in ancient poetry is endless...

There are so many countless poems that I can’t read them. Let the poems hold up a blue sky for me. I want to be a bird and fly freely in the poetic sky! Let poetry be a part of my life!