Ancient poetry creation

Poetry is a unique style in Chinese with a special format and rhythm. Poetry can be divided into classical poetry and modern poetry according to rhythm. Classical poetry and modern poetry are concepts formed in the Tang Dynasty, which are divided from the perspective of poetic rhythm. The following is my carefully arranged composition about ancient poetry (in general, 13). Welcome to read the collection.

Ancient poetry composition 1 I love Chinese very much, and I prefer ancient Chinese. Classical Chinese is one of my favorite types of ancient Chinese, and my favorite type of ancient Chinese is ancient Chinese.

I love ancient poems, probably because of my cousin. When I was young, my cousin loved Chinese very much. She likes classical Chinese very much. Although her favorite is classical Chinese, she used to recite ancient poems for me. My cousin not only recited poems, but also told me the general poems and artistic conception of ancient poems. Those ancient poems are not only beautiful in poetry, but also in artistic conception. "Yellow four maiden flowers full, thousands of flowers low. Butterflies dance from time to time, which is in harmony with the sound of warblers. " This is "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. I still remember what my cousin told me about poetry at that time: walking by the river, I saw the flowers bending the branches on the path in front of Huang Si's mother's house. How beautiful it was! Even the lovely butterflies are reluctant to leave, dancing among the flowers, and the free little oriole is also singing for the flowers: "How beautiful! How beautiful! " Listening to my cousin's poems, I imagined the beautiful rural customs, how beautiful it was, just like a fairyland on earth!

Gradually, I found that poetry, poetry and artistic conception alone could not satisfy my thirst for knowledge. I began to try my best to investigate and understand the poet. "The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting Lake, there are green snails in the silver plate. " This is the Dongting written by Liu Yuxi, a writer and philosopher in the Tang Dynasty. Liu Yuxi was born in Luoyang (now Luoyang, Henan). Liu Yuxi's poems are full of fighting colors, strong flavor of life, popular and fresh language, and good at using metaphors to give political content. He was an important poet in the Tang Dynasty and was called "the Great Poet". Liu Yuxi and Liu Zongyuan are both top scholars and have a lot of contacts. They are called "Liu Liu" and have a deep friendship with Bai Juyi, who is collectively called "Bai Liu" by the world. His works include Collected Works of Liu Mengde.

Such beautiful and magnificent ancient poems not only cultivated my own sentiment, but also increased my knowledge of Chinese. It's killing two birds with one stone! I love ancient poems!

Composition of Ancient Poetry 2 "Wise people are like water, benevolent people are like Leshan", so the image of water is everywhere in China's classical poems. "Guan Guan's dove in Hezhou" unveiled the cover of the Book of Songs and saw a piece of water and river light in the north, pointing directly at the sky. "The autumn wind is curling, and the waves in Dongting Lake are under the trees." Open the pages of Chu Ci, and you will see the lake in the south. The water in the pre-Qin period flowed through the Han, Wei and Six Dynasties, and through the poems of poets in the Tang Dynasty. In the Song poetry, it was also choppy.

Water is a barrier.

The earliest appearance of water means to show the barrier, which leads to the most beautiful picture in China's classical poems: "The so-called Yin people are on the water side". There is also the poem "Nineteen Ancient Poems" at the end of the Han Dynasty, which sings that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl block the Tianhe River: "The Cowherd and the Star are far away, and the Jiao Jiao River is a Han girl." What's the difference between being a delicate hand, working on a loom and crying like rain all day? Between water and water, there are no words. "This poem describes the life of the weaver girl, and writes that she has no intention of weaving because of lovesickness, and tears are raining down. The most lamentable thing is that the poem does not describe the vastness of Hehan, but emphasizes "simplicity". They are not far apart, but they can only look at each other through the bright water.

Water is acacia

Water is insurmountable, which blocks the communication between people and brings pain to people. Therefore, most poems express the suffering of lovesickness, either for friendship or for love. The idiom "tender as water" is the best example. See Wang Guan's Operator: "Oh, my eyes are always horizontal, and the mountains gather eyebrows. Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Take the spring water and send you back. If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, you must live with spring. " This is a fresh and refined farewell word. The king crowned his eyes with cross-flow more than water and frowned with his eyebrows.

Yushan, symbolizing the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River and eastern Zhejiang, expresses farewell and blessings to friends. This word, like a cheerful light music, has no sadness of parting, only a playful description and wishes.

Water is sadness.

Ancient poets always like to use running water as a metaphor for sadness. A steady stream of water is just lingering sadness. The famous sentence in this regard is overwhelming: "How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. " "But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, it is even more worrying to raise a glass to dispel our worries." "Only the Yangtze River water, no words flowing east." "Being a riverside person is" endless tears, a lot of troubles "."Flowers from Shui Piao to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure. "The infinite water flow is a metaphor for the length of sorrow, a metaphor for a spring river, a metaphor for the thought of sorrow, and a wonderful metaphor for drawing out a sword and cutting off water, which is even more difficult to break. In all poems, the similar characteristics of sadness and water establish a connection from different angles, making them immortal.

Childhood is a poem with infinite charm. In this poem, there are too many things that make us feel happy, but what impressed me most is the ancient poem.

"Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream", "I don't know what year it is today" ... Under the bright moon, when I was a child, I often sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at the bright moon and listened attentively to my mother reading ancient poems. Mom read one song after another, but I still worked tirelessly and kept pestering her to continue reading. So my mother read Wang Zhihuan's poems from Li Bai's poems, and Du Fu's poems from Wang Zhihuan's poems ... Ancient poems have become my best companions in the moonlight when I was young.

When I am old, I especially like to flip under the window and recite several volumes of Tang poetry when the first sunshine shines into the house. What makes me happy is that the first Tang poem seems to be my good friend who has been away for many years. I shook hands with them while reading it. At this point, laughter rippled on my face. During that time, my mother looked at me every morning, because I was reading Tang poetry and forgot to eat breakfast. She always laughs and scolds, "This girl is really possessed." Tang poetry is really amazing, which makes me yearn for the Tang dynasty, the poems of the Tang dynasty, and the people and things of the Tang dynasty.

Time flies, time flies, and I am 12 years old in a blink of an eye. I especially like reading the original dream of red mansions, and I envy Lin Daiyu's talent and her ability to write such a sentence as "Du Yuchun is exhausted and the curtain is empty". So, I also want to write a poem. I closed my eyes and quickly drew up a topic "Dream Back to Xiaoxiang Pavilion". Then, I seemed to walk into the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, saw the green bamboo and saw the sad appearance of Daiyu playing the piano, so I began to write down "the bamboo is quiet and leisurely, like a string." Then I seemed to hear the sad turn of the piano and see the clear tears of Daiyu. No wonder her smile is worth two hundred gold! Then he wrote "sadness turns to tears, Xiaoxiang smiles at your daughter". Finally finished, I have unspeakable joy in my heart.

Ancient poems are beautiful and bring joy to my childhood. Her charm will remain in my heart forever, and my childhood is beautiful because of ancient poetry!

Ancient Poetry Composition 4 "Silver Candle Qiu Guang" painted a cold screen, waving a small fan lightly and pouncing on fireflies. It's as cool as water at night, sitting and watching the morning cow and the weaver girl. " This is an ancient poem "Autumn Night", which describes the extremely beautiful scenery. It is this beautiful story that fascinates me with ancient poetry. Whenever I see ancient poetry, I can't extricate myself! When I was a child, my grandmother and I loved Tang poetry and listened to her recite all kinds of sad and desolate ancient poems all day. Over time, under the influence of my grandmother, I also became poetic and emotional. I often take the initiative to read all kinds of ancient poems.

Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The first two sentences of this ancient poem express the simplicity and friendliness of farmers. The last two sentences describe a beautiful scenery with mountains and rivers. At first, I suspected that there was no road. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, willow trees flourished and flowers were beautiful. This is also a beautiful village, just like a paradise. There is a profound truth in the last two sentences: there is always infinite hope in adversity. As long as you work hard and dare to explore, a brand-new bright world will appear! Ancient poetry can also inspire us with useful truth.

Ancient poetry is a combination of painting and writing, which forms a beautiful picture, cultivates my sentiment, brings me beautiful enjoyment and even makes me addicted to it. I almost never leave my hand. I often fantasize about what my views and feelings would be like if I were a poet. After a long time, I became sentimental.

No matter how I express my love for ancient poetry, in short, I love your ancient poetry! I have benefited a lot from you. I not only gained knowledge, but also purified my soul!

I have been attached to ancient poetry since kindergarten. From a ray of light at the foot of my bed to my singing. The moon encouraged me; From "Spring Mountain Warm Day and Breeze" to "Spring River Tide and Sea Level"; From "the building outside the castle peak outside the mountain" to "worrying about the world first" ... In the process of accumulating over time, a poem that lasts forever caught my attention, that is, "Looking at Yue".

Wang Yue is an ancient poem full of "aura". When Du Fu, the author, was visiting Shandong in his youth, he stood at the foot of Mount Tai and recited "Looking at Yue" passionately, which not only praised the beautiful scenery of Mount Tai, but also expressed the author's lofty aspirations and expectations for himself. After thousands of years, no one can match, no one can surpass.

"How magnificent Mount Tai is! ? Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ... Once I climb to the top of the mountain and peek, I will see that other mountains are short under the sky ... "This poem is powerful and vividly depicts the grandeur, greenness and magnificence of Mount Tai. Du Fu's praise of Mount Tai is unprecedented and unprecedented. Nature condenses all the wonders of Zhong Ling here. The mountains in the south and the mountains in the north are divided into dusk and day. The beauty of Mount Tai makes people feel relaxed and happy, and the clouds rising in Ran Ran cleanse their souls, eager to track the birds returning to the mountains at dusk. Once again, the poet shouted in his heart-I must climb the top of Mount Tai and overlook the mountains! The mountains will become very small.

"once you climb to the top of the mountain and peek, you will see that other mountains are short under the sky ..." it tells me that no matter what I do, I must have confidence and courage. Only in this way can I reach the peak of success. At this time, it seems insignificant to look at the difficulties I have experienced. This makes me feel as if I am full of positive energy and fighting capacity, and I can be a "Dong Fangbubai"!

A math exam, I didn't do well, and I was very sad. At this time, I remembered Du Fu's "When you climb to the top of the mountain, you will know that other mountains are short in the sky." My heart calmed down. I classified all the wrong questions one by one, analyzed the reasons for the wrong questions, and wrote the wrong questions in the "wrong book", which made me happy again. Just "it's not difficult to learn."

I love ancient poems and "Looking at Yue".

Spring is a season full of vitality, and it is also a season full of beauty, magic and hope.

Spring has arrived, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are blooming, all of which are so gorgeous and dazzling. The oilseed rape planted by the farmer's uncle in the field is also in bloom. Golden rape flowers have become the world of butterflies, and beautiful butterflies are dancing on the golden stage. They fly in the air for a while and stay quietly on the rape flowers for a while. Just like this, it also adds a lot of fun to spring. The beauty of rape flowers also attracts many "working people"-bees, who are always tirelessly pollinating rape flowers day and night. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the golden rapeseed immediately surges up with undulating "golden waves". From a distance, it's really beautiful!

Spring is the season people yearn for, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." It tells us that one year's wishes should be planned in spring, and the heaviest time of the day is in the morning. In spring, people start farming, transplanting rice seedlings and planting trees. Migratory birds also migrated from the south to the north, cheering for the farmers working in the fields. Some birds stand on tall trees, some simply stand on the ridge, and some stand on the staff. It is this that makes the farmers in the field happy and everything is very lively.

In spring, animals also wake up from a deep sleep. The grass began to sprout, and the land was full of thriving scenes. At first glance, there is a green scene everywhere, just like a watercolor painting.

Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers and rain, it is not cold to blow your face."

Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty." Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to decline."

In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near."

Ancient Poetry Composition 7 In ancient poetry, there is a distance. In the distance, there are both feelings and scenery.

Poems in the distance have feelings.

Whenever I read a farewell poem, I feel as if I were the author himself. The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? Wang Wei's farewell made me feel sad. Although I just sent my friend away, I still can't help but miss him. Flowers bloom and plants turn green next spring. Can you come here again? "Breaking up and giving up live in my heart." Meng Haoran's Send to Qin made me feel that Meng Haoran was reluctant to part. Meng Haoran has a treasure knife. Because Zhu Da was going to Chang 'an, Meng Haoran picked it and gave it to Zhu Da to express his wish. May he go all the way. It is also Meng Haoran's sincere heart for him all his life.

The poems in the distance are beautiful.

Whenever I read pastoral poetry, I feel that I am in the countryside. "There is a bumper harvest in the fragrance of rice and flowers, listening to frogs." Xin Qiji's "Walking along Huangsha Road on a Moonlight in Xijiang" made me see the scene before me: in the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talked about the harvest year, and there were waves of frogs in their ears, as if to say the harvest year. "Plums are golden yellow, apricots are fat, wheat flowers are white, and cauliflower is thin." Fan Chengda's "Four Seasons Pastoral Fun" shows me that a plum tree becomes golden, and the apricots grow bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse.

The poems in the distance are magnificent.

Whenever I read frontier poems, I can always be brought into the war years. "Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately rush. Lying on the beach drunk, you don't laugh. How many people fought in ancient times? " William Wang's Liangzhou Ci brought me into the night before the war. At the banquet, mellow grapes and fine wine are packed in delicate luminous cups, and geisha play the hurried and cheerful pipa to help them drink. The soldiers were filled with pride at the thought of killing the enemy across the battlefield and serving the country. You must get drunk today, even on the battlefield. This time, I went out to serve my country. I'm dying, but I'm not ready to come back alive.

The distance in ancient poetry is both sad and reluctant. It is both beautiful and magnificent.

When I was 8 years old, my favorite was spring, but when I entered the world of poetry, I found that winter was so beautiful. The poet worked hard and left us a lot. For example, Cen Can's "Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." How beautiful! It's like a picture really flashed in front of my eyes: snow was flying in the air all night, some fell on the ground, some fell on the branches, and clusters of land. When I came to see it tomorrow morning, the snow had stopped and fell on the branches. Seen from a distance, it looks like a pear flower.

I love the world of poetry, because I was infected by my father since I was a child. Whenever I can't sleep, my father will recite poems in my ear, such as: "Six flying flowers come into the room and sit and watch the bamboo become lovely branches." I still remember that the first poem my father told me was Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: "The foot of the bed is bright, is there frost?" . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " At that time, I didn't know what this poem meant, except that there was a frost word in it, which should have been written in late autumn. Because of my father's upbringing, I love poetry more, especially about winter.

"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." This sentence directly praises plum blossoms. Although this poem doesn't mention winter, plum blossoms also symbolize winter. This poem has always been in my mind. As my motto, it has always encouraged and spurred me. It made me understand that as long as I persist, I will definitely win. People may have to go through a lot of tempering and difficulties to succeed, to become talents and to improve themselves better.

Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. " Han Yu once wrote a poem, "Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into flowers?" And ... too much, too much to talk about. Now, I like poetry more and more, especially poems describing winter, so I want to say: "The world of poetry is waiting for me, I am coming!" " "

China, a country with a long history, is a country of poetry. Poetry has a long history, and the rain in poetry in China culture is even more touching.

"shout! Hula dance! " Whenever I hear the wailing of these raindrops dancing happily in the light of thunder and lightning outside the window, I always hear Li Shangyin's "When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, we talk about the rain in the evening" in my mind. Whenever I see the round and lovely raindrops like peas sprinkled on that gloomy day, Su Xianzu's "Rain Gui Zhoutu" will always emerge in my mind.

Rain, you have long been integrated into history and immersed in everyone's heart.

It's raining, and the rain that sucks in cow hair is woven obliquely. I leaned against the window and looked at the hazy world outside. Gradually, it rained heavily, and the water drops on the eaves fell one after another, forming a water curtain. Although it is not as magnificent as Huaguoshan and water curtain cave, it also feels like "pearls of different sizes are turned into a plate of jade".

The rain, which "sneaked into the night with the wind and moistened things silently", walked at a brisk pace and fell on fields, grasslands and flowers with tinkling music. Spring breeze and drizzle, whispering with willows, willows pull out buds; Gently caressing the delicate hair tip of the grass, the grass gently pulls out its body and shakes the soil, making it so shy; Kiss Hua's face lightly, and Hua's face turns red. This night, the cherry turned red and the plantain turned green. All this was so silent, so silently awakened the sleeping creatures.

"The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass looks close, but there is no". In early spring and February, in the north, when there is still ice on the treetops and under the eaves, there is no breath of spring. But after a light rain, the next spring came. The foot of the rain in walk on by left the mark of spring, which is the appearance of grass buds in early spring. From a distance, it seems that there is a very light and light youth color, which is the grass color in early spring. The spring rain drove away the cold winter wind, brought endless vitality and endless green, but it was so easy to be ignored.

Spring rain is like Tagore's words: "There is no trace of birds in the sky, but it has flown."

Composition of Ancient Poems 10 I often think that in China's 5,000-year-long history, the most wonderful thing to create is words, and the most intoxicating thing in words is probably ancient poems! Since childhood, ancient poetry has always been my favorite. I love it.

I like the beauty of its photos. Reading Yang Wanli's "The next day's lotus leaves are infinitely colorful, and the next day's lotus leaves are different", I can always think of the graceful lotus flowers and the beautiful lakes and mountains with lotus leaves. Reading Cen Can's "Like a spring wind, blowing at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", I seem to see snowflakes hanging all over the branches, just like pear flowers blooming all over the branches; Reading Du Fu's "Huang Siniang is full of flowers, ten thousand flowers are low branches", clusters of flowers appear in front of my eyes, one next to the other, one petal after another crowded together. After reading it, my restless heart became calm, leaving only the wonderful scenery full of eyes.

Love its artistic conception, "a crane in a clear sky rows clouds, leading poetry to the blue sky" is a lasting aftertaste brought by Liu Yuxi, and the bleak depression of everything in autumn is completely washed away by the cranes in this row of clouds. The "Deep Sea Pagoda with Bright Moon as Mirror Cloud" in Farewell to Tianjin Gate depicts the bright moonlight, bright moon as mirror, the surrounding fog and fantastic sea pagodas for us. Even if what they write is completely different, but this artistic conception is broad, far-reaching and beautiful, so I can't stop liking it.

I love its human beauty even more. A greeting from a family letter is hard to find in ancient times with inconvenient transportation. Countless poets who have moved can only send their feelings to poems, such as Liu Yuxi's "A Note to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night": You ask about the date of return, and it rains in the evening. "To Wang Lun" by Li Bai "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, so it is better to send my love to Wang Lun". Such thoughts and feelings have touched countless people. Yes! People are not vegetation, how can they be ruthless? We can't help but want to be with them and experience the melancholy under the beautiful rhythm. ...

The ancient poetry is beautiful, the flowers bloom just right, and the breeze is not impetuous. How comfortable it is to hold a book and sing a poem! I love ancient poetry, love reading ancient poetry, and love its power.

Composition of Ancient Poetry 1 1 I am Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, nicknamed "Poet Fairy". "Putting pen to paper scares the wind and rain, and a poem makes you cry." Everyone knows that I am a representative of romanticism, but I seldom care about my feelings.

On a cool night, I sat alone in the well in the yard, drinking a cup. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I found a bright moon on the ground like a jade plate. Oh, what is this family doing now? What happened to them? Are they enjoying the moon on such a beautiful moonlit night? I couldn't restrain my strong thoughts and sang casually: "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home."

Another starry night, when I was walking outside, I heard the melodious flute, which fluttered with the slight spring breeze and spread all over Luoyang. I miss my distant hometown again, which kept me awake all night.

A few days ago, a man named "Wang Lun" sent me a letter. The letter said that I was invited to Shili Taohua and Pinwanjia Hotel. This is really a thoughtful man. I'll pack my bags and meet him at once.

After a brief greeting, I quickly urged: "Let's go to drink and enjoy the flowers!" He is also spontaneous. He first took me to the Peach Blossom Lake ten miles away for sightseeing, and then accompanied me to a restaurant called Wan to buy wine. Me too. But his sincerity is true; His knowledge and talent are also commendable.

A few days passed unconsciously, and I boarded the ship and was about to leave. Suddenly I heard a song on the shore. The rhythm of this step, the melodious singing and the murmuring stream sound are intertwined, which is wonderful. I feel the deep friendship between him and me, and he and I can really be described as "bosom friends are hard to find". Therefore, Qingyin and I wrote a poem as a thank you: Li Bai was about to walk by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.

Yes, life is a landscape, and happiness is a state of mind! Relatives and friends, the company of these people, is the best treasure on our life path.

The composition of ancient poetry 12 poem is a simple and beautiful expression. Ancient people used it to describe their feelings, regarded it as a great pleasure in life, used it to remember the dead, used it to grasp the present and used it to imagine the future. Reciting poems from time to time is very beneficial to increase the vitality of one's books and improve one's literary accomplishment. And I, among many ancient poems, fell in love with Wei's "Ask a Good Friend on Huai River":

We used to be partners on the river and Han Shang, and every time we met, we would get drunk. Since we left each other, we drifted like clouds, and ten years passed like running water, until we finally got together again.

We talked and laughed, just like before, except that the hair on our heads is a little gray now. Then, why not come together, and all of us will sail along the Huaihe River facing the autumn mountain? .

The general idea is as follows: we used to live in Jianghan and often traveled; Every time I meet you, I always come back drunk. Floating like a cloud, after we left; Time flies, I don't think it's been ten years. When we meet today, our friendship and laughter remain unchanged; It's just that my hair is sparse and my temples are covered with spots. You ask me: why don't you go back to your hometown so far away? Because the autumn mountain by the Huaihe River can still be attached!

"Why, I would like such a poem?" I once asked myself. Love its beautiful words, love its feelings, presumably this is my answer. How many decades can there be in life? The blink of an eye has passed, the memories of the past are still in my heart, and people are there, but many things have changed with time. This is a natural law and an unbreakable constraint. There are really too many things to remember in a person's life. For this, everyone may have paid a lot. People always want to get comfort from the happiness of the past, but they have to lament the waste of time. Old friends who meet again after a long separation make them feel happy, but this is only temporary. Isn't it a mixed feeling of sadness and joy? This complicated mood deeply touched me.

There are too many emotions in life to be discovered. I like this poem, thinking of the poet drinking with his old friends and missing the past. Isn't life spent in thousands of emotions?

Ancient Poetry Composition 13 "The grass grows in February, and the willow is drunk with spring smoke." Spring in ancient poetry is beautiful and absolutely beautiful!

The beauty of spring in ancient poetry lies in the alternation of big scenes and small scenes. The big scene is magnificent and touching. "If you have nothing to do, you will know the east wind, and it will always be spring." Anyone can see the face of the flower, colorful flowers, as if it is always spring. This poem depicts a scene of flowers blooming and falling from afar.

The small scene is elegant and delicate, and the close-up can also let me discover the beauty in ancient poetry. "The birds on the river wall are too white, and the mountains are blue and white." I seem to see green rivers, Bai Niao flying freely in the blue sky, green mountains and burning red flowers. "Spring Garden can't be closed, and an apricot is out of the wall." Spring can't keep the red apricots that want to go out of the wall in the garden, which also shows the poet's thoughts and feelings. There are many big scenes and small scenes in ancient poems. Let's read more ancient poems and feel the beauty of the alternation of big scenes and small scenes!

In the spring of ancient poetry, beauty is in the blend of static and dynamic. "Butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow." Butterflies are reluctant to part, dancing happily there, and Jiao Ying is singing beautiful songs. This poem seems to describe the moving scene of butterflies and warblers, but in fact it sets off beautiful flowers on the side. "The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind." The children came back from school already quietly, but the next sentence "Busy flying kites in the east wind" added beauty to the previous sentence. What a blend of dynamic and static!

Spring in ancient poetry is beautiful in infinite reverie. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival. What are pedestrians thinking? This can expand our infinite reverie. Are these people thinking about their families? Still thinking about your friend?

Ancient poetry is the quintessence of our country. China people write poems with their own life experiences and their own inner feelings. This is the life and charm of China's classical poetry, and the spring in ancient poetry is even more beautiful and wonderful!