What inspiration and help does this ancient poem hidden in the mountains have for writing?

I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. Anyway, I just want to see everything. My three bookcases are full. Among them, I like reading ancient poems best, and Walking in the Mountains is my favorite.

In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, which cover fields and hillsides everywhere. Clusters of red leaves on the branches of maple trees are like clouds of fire. The mountain road twists and turns and stretches into the distance. Several families can be faintly seen on the mountain. They stood there, and every household was smoking.

"Dangdang Dangdang" heard a rush of hooves in the distance. After a while, I saw a carriage coming here. In the carriage sat the famous poet Du Mu. Du Mu was attracted by the beautiful scenery. He got off the bus and couldn't help admiring the scene. Du Mu was fascinated and even forgot himself. At this time, it seems that there is no time and no one.

Finally, he couldn't restrain his mood and walked into the maple grove excitedly. The poet wore a white dress, and the red of the maple tree matched the white of the dress. This beautiful red leaf is simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.

I like poetry because it can make us enjoy beauty.

One of my favorite ancient poems ── Compassion for Peasants

When I was in kindergarten, I learned many ancient poems, such as: Ode to a Wanderer by Meng Jiao, My Homecoming Book by He ... Among them, my favorite poem is Sympathy for Farmers by Li Shen. Weeding was noon that day, but every meal was hard. Every time I see this ancient poem, I seem to see it: noon under the scorching sun. It is precisely because of the hard work of farmers' uncles that we can eat so many rich foods every day, including delicious rice, delicious steamed bread and all kinds of fruits and vegetables ... but my mother told me that there are still many people in the world who can't eat because of disasters, wars and other reasons. They endured hunger and pain, and some people starved to death. How tragic! Compared with them, how happy our life is! But some children don't cherish this hard-won luck. When they eat, they waste food and pick and choose, and rice grains fall everywhere. Some children even secretly dump food, alas! Really wrong! Here, I want to say loudly to all the children: "Please cherish the food!" " "

One of my favorite ancient poems.

I have read countless poems since I was a child. Many people like to use poetry to express their feelings, wishes, thoughts of their loved ones and parting from friends. Among the poems and songs I have read, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is impressive.

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.

She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.

But how much love does this inch of grass have? Make three spring scenery.

In the poem, the author embodies the infinite love of a great mother, who thinks she is loving, simple and great.

Nowadays, we take care of our mothers as a matter of course. We can't understand their good intentions, and sometimes we even yell at them, but as mothers, they still care and love their children silently. They have no regrets about what they have done to their children.

I remember that in the "Wenchuan Earthquake" in May 12, a mother leaned against a collapsed building in the ruins, and her 3-or 4-month-old child was protected under her. Because of the mother's protection, the child fell asleep unharmed and quietly. When the ambulance personnel untied the quilt covering the child, they found a mobile phone with a text message on the screen: Dear baby, if possible. Mothers can give up their lives for their children, as mothers all over the world do.

When I was sick, my mother stayed up all night, poured me water, stayed by the bed, and soon recovered under the care of maternal love. When I woke up, I saw my mother staying up all night by the bed. I was moved to tears.

In retrospect, when I failed in the exam, my mother didn't scold me, but gave me the correct answer to the wrong question. When she was holding a written report card in her hand, she smiled, happier and happier than me.

Looking back on these years, my mother walked with me every day. No matter what the weather is, she always holds my hand. No matter what happens, she always teaches me everything after being frustrated; No matter how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, how deep the night is, she always spends it with me. ...

Once, I hated my mother. Why is it so cruel? Why don't you hug me in the mud? Why didn't you teach me how to deal with setbacks before? Why are you so persistent that you don't persuade me to give up and not rest in silence? ...

Now, I don't hate my mother, but I am grateful to her. She never takes me forward because she wants me to learn to face ups and downs. Never depressed, money taught me to deal with it, because it wanted me to appreciate life; Never ask me to give up, but teach me to persist in silence.

Mom, thank you! Thank you for teaching me a lot; Thank you/kloc-for walking with me every day for 0/5 years ...

But how much love does this inch of grass have? Reported three spring scenery.

One of my favorite poems 2

China is a country of poetry. Since ancient times, countless great poets have emerged in China: Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi ... These resounding names have long been deeply engraved on the historical monument of poetry. Their works have been told by later generations through the ages. My favorite is Yu Qian, a poet of the Ming Dynasty.

This poem was written by Yu Qian, a famous minister and national hero in Ming Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows: a thousand hammers cut out the mountains, and if the fire burns idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, leave innocence in the world. The first sentence "A thousand hammers cut a deep mountain" describes that it is not easy to mine limestone. The second sentence "burning a fire when it is idle" makes people feel that it is not only burning limestone, but also symbolizes that people with lofty ideals will face no matter how severe the test is. Take it for granted The third sentence "not afraid of broken bones and powder" vividly describes the process of burning limestone into lime, and "not afraid of anything" implies the spirit of not afraid of sacrifice. And the last sentence "I want to leave my innocence in the world" is the author's sincere emotion and determination to be a pure and innocent person.

This poem is a poem that expresses one's feelings by borrowing things. Every sentence is about lime, in fact, every sentence is about people. The first two sentences are about the characteristics of lime, and the words "if you are idle" express the author's fearless spirit in the face of difficulties. The last sentence shows the noble character of serving the country faithfully and being a teacher.

When I first read this poem, my heart was full of blood, and I was deeply attracted by this heroism. When the words "tempered", "burned" and "broken bones" came into view, I felt fearless and heroic in my heart.

As a minister of the Ming dynasty, the author Yu Qian set an example, loyal to serving the country and being an innocent person. He compared himself to this atmospheric quatrain of seven words, with clear and profound language and immortal people and poems. This poem expresses that a person should be as firm and unyielding as lime, even if he is fearless, he is only afraid of leaving innocence on earth.

This is one of my favorite poems-Lime Lyrics.

People, the date of birth and death is unknown. The word "Gao Bo" has been officially said to Jin Wu for a long time, so the world calls it Zhang Changshi. He likes drinking and often writes books when he is drunk, or writes books with his hair soaked in ink. He was so intoxicated that the world called him "Zhang Dian", and he was also called the Eight Immortals in Wine with Li Bai, He, Li, Li Jin, Cui Zongzhi, Jiao Sui. He works hard. Dignified and rigorous, without losing the rules, showing the exquisiteness of regular script. "Xuanhe Shupu" commented: "Its name is mainly cursive, and as for small cursive, it does not reduce the beauty of cursive. Although there are many strange characters in his cursive script, he seeks its origin, and there are all people in the painting who cannot be disciplined. "

His calligraphy is attributed to the "two kings", which can be original and innovative. His regular script is correct and rigorous, and the rules are extremely strict. Huanggu is known as "the best official script in the Tang Dynasty". If his regular script is more inheritance than creation, then his cursive script is a great innovation and development in calligraphy. Han Yu said: "Being good at cursive script, instead of treating its books with technical knowledge, changes like ghosts and gods are endless." He can sublimate the art of calligraphy to express the artistic realm of calligraphers with abstract dotted lines. In the art of calligraphy, his handwriting seems strange, but it is not strange. The key is that the pen for stippling completely conforms to the traditional rules. It can be said that he used traditional techniques to express his personality and became a creative calligrapher worthy of his own time in calligraphy. He is broad, fresh and unrestrained, far exceeding the works of previous calligraphers.

Zhang Xu is unrestrained, likes to drink, often dances after getting drunk, and then returns to the table, writing with pen and ink.

Some people said he was rude and gave him a crazy nickname. In fact, he is very careful. He thinks that everything he touches in his daily life can inspire his writing. Occasionally, I gain something, that is, I integrate it into my own calligraphy.

At that time, as long as people got a piece of paper from him, they regarded it as a treasure. At that time, Zhang Xu had a neighbor whose family was very poor. When he heard that Zhang Xu was generous, he wrote to Zhang Xu, hoping to get his support. Zhang Xu sympathized with his neighbor, so he said in his letter: You only need to say that this letter was written by Zhang Xu, and the asking price can be several hundred gold. Neighbors sold letters in the street according to his words and sold them out in less than half a day.

His cursive scripts include nirvana in fire in regular script, Abdominal Pain Post and Four Poems, all of which are very famous.

1, Abdominal Pain Post: single engraved post, no money, cursive, 6 lines and 30 words. This post is full of twists and turns, full of fun, from the inside out, ever-changing, elegant colors, very official atmosphere.

2. "Four Ancient Poems": Moshu. There is no money to say that Dong Qichang is Zhang. Cursive script, this post is vigorous and magnificent, and the brushwork is vertical and easy. Dong Qichang commented: "There is a cliff fall, and the rain is a whirlwind."

One of my favorite poems.

Today, under the caress of teacher Qiu, I once again entered my own poetry world, intoxicated with it.

How many people with lofty ideals left one touching poem after another in Tang poetry and Song poetry in ancient times? Among these vast poems, my favorite is a poem written by Yue Fei, a famous anti-gold star, called "Man Jiang Hong".

"Anger, rush to the crown, lean on the railing and rest in the rain. Looking up, the sky roared, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, eight thousand miles of clouds ... "Angry, rushed to the crown, climbed the railing alone and looked up at the sky. With a long whistle, the heart of serving the country arises spontaneously. More than 30 years of fame, such as dust, how many storms have you traveled in 8 thousand miles. The two emperors of Jingkang, Jingkang,

In ancient times, our nation was bullied by other nations, and in modern times, the Chinese nation was insulted by western powers as the sick man of East Asia. But the sons and daughters of China did not lower their noble heads because they also had the patriotic feelings like General Yue Fei!

They translated a touching patriotic story with their own blood. Many patriotic heroes like Zhan Tianyou and Qian Xuesen.

Zhan Tianyou, a great patriotic engineer, witnessed with his own eyes how those hateful imperialist countries bullied and abused our country. He made up his mind to build a 200-kilometer-long railway to win glory for the motherland. Sure enough, many things happen. He showed his achievements to the imperialists with his wisdom, talent and selfless working attitude. At the same time, he also criticized the ignorance of those imperialists.

And the great patriotic scientist Qian Xuesen. He resolutely went abroad in order to serve his motherland, which was enduring imperialist bullying. When he succeeded in his studies, he returned to China to serve. When he returned home, he was blocked by many foreigners, but he was eager to return home, and no one could stop him from returning to his motherland.

These modern people with lofty ideals all have a passionate patriotism and the same quality of loyalty to the country as Yue Fei!

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning against the railing and resting in the rain ..." This poem reverberates in my heart for a long time, always inspiring us to study hard. In the future, we will become the eagle soaring in the sky, the pillar of the country, make the motherland more perfect and make it shine like a brilliant star forever!

My favorite poem 5

I like reading books since I was a child, such as Education of Love, La Traviata and Four Great Classical Novels. Anyway, I just want to see everything. My three bookcases are full. Among them, I like reading ancient poems best, and Walking in the Mountains is my favorite.

In autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, which cover fields and hillsides everywhere. Clusters of red leaves on the branches of maple trees are like clouds of fire. The mountain road twists and turns and stretches into the distance. Several families can be faintly seen on the mountain. They stood there, and every household was smoking.

"Dangdang Dangdang" heard a rush of hooves in the distance. After a while, I saw a carriage coming here. In the carriage sat the famous poet Du Mu. Du Mu was attracted by the beautiful scenery. He got off the bus and couldn't help admiring the scene. Du Mu was fascinated and even forgot himself. At this time, it seems that there is no time and no one.

Finally, he couldn't restrain his mood and walked into the maple grove excitedly. The poet wore a white dress, and the red of the maple tree matched the white of the dress. This beautiful red leaf is simply more beautiful than the colorful red flowers in February.

I like poetry because it can make us enjoy beauty.

Maternal love is also very classic, it is poetry!

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Poetry is the enjoyment of beauty; Poetry is a happy experience; Poetry is the garden of imagination. A poem represents the whimsy of the author's inner world. A poem can tell us the truth, goodness and beauty between people. A poem can reveal people's moral cultivation ... Poetry can tell us too much.

Poets of all ages used poetry to express their feelings, and thousands of poems are classics, which make people memorable. Among the pre-Qin philosophers, we read a kind of love to build harmony from Confucius; In Mencius, we read a stream of benevolence and righteousness to rule the world; We read again in Mozi that we are eager to help the suffering people; We read a pair of cold eyes from Han Feizi and face life directly; We also read the dialectics of life and the artistic outlook on life from Laozi ... Zhuangzi's poems are also classics.

The Tang Dynasty was the heyday of poetry, and most famous poets came from this dynasty-Li Bai, Du Fu and Du Mu ... Among many poems, Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer is my favorite.

The thread in the loving mother's hand,

Make clothes for her wayward son.

She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,

Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.

But how much love does an inch of grass have,

Make three spring scenery.

Every time I recite it, there seems to be a picture in my mind: my brave son is sitting in a humble hut reading a book. Not far away, the old mother with silver hair is burying her head and hunching her back, sewing clothes for her son who is about to travel under the faint soybean oil lamp. Every needle that is dense contains the mother's deep love for her son. Each line represents her sincere feelings for her son. As the saying goes, "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, I have three rays of spring."

Motherly love is not only selfless, but also great! Maternal love is like water, so cool; Maternal love is as white as snow; Maternal love is like rain, nourishing young hearts; Motherly love is like the sun, shining her young life with her simplest love; Motherly love is like the wind, gently stroking every lovely little face. Motherly love is like four seasons, sowing love in spring, cultivating love in summer, harvesting love in autumn and storing love in winter. Motherly love is the sun in spring, shining the flowers of the motherland. Motherly love is summer rain, which "douses" the heat and brings coolness; Maternal love is a big tree in autumn, full of rich fruits; Motherly love is the fire in winter, which ignites the passion in winter!

Maternal love is priceless and selfless. Just like Meng Jiao's poems, they are so charming and memorable!

Maternal love is also very classic, it is poetry! I will cherish it all my life.

I like this poem.

"The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy with their honeymoon in the east wind. " This is a poem written by the poet Gao Ding, and it is also my favorite poem. Why? Because this poem is a picturesque scene when spring comes, it is intoxicating and imaginative. Moreover, the author writes the innocence and liveliness of children vividly, as if they appeared in front of our eyes.

On this day, the poet Gao Ding walked out of the house and took a walk on the country road. He saw a pair of orioles flying to the branches. You peck me, I peck you. How affectionate! I can't help thinking of the happy scenes when I was playing with my companions when I was a child. At this time, a piece of catkin from the spring breeze slowly fell before his eyes, and the willows on the shore danced with the wind, which was really charming and magical. Suddenly, there was a silvery laughter in the distance. Who is it? Gao Ding couldn't help wondering. Looking back, alas, it turned out that the children next door were flying kites! Why don't they do their homework after school? These naughty boys! Look, when they trot, they slowly let go of the line. Skillful movements make people want to play. The yellow butterfly kite flies higher and higher, as if flapping its big wings and saying, "look how high I fly!" Even birds can't compare with me. " Time flies, and it is dusk in a blink of an eye. The children's parents went out to look for them. Several children reluctantly said goodbye, and one of them kept saying, "God bless, it will be sunny tomorrow, let's fly kites again!" "

Seeing all this, the poet Gao Ding felt very comfortable and wrote the poem "Village Residence". This poem is lively and easy to understand, and has been widely circulated since then, even children can recite it.

One of my favorite poems.

"When weeding at noon, sweat dripped down the soil, but every grain was hard." Whenever I read this ancient poem, I will think of the snow-white rice and the hard work of the farmer's uncle.

Last summer vacation, my father and I returned to our hometown. I harvested rice at my grandmother's house and experienced the hard and happy working life of farmers' uncles.

Every morning, at dawn, the adults and children in the village get up. They hurried to the golden rice fields under the sunrise and began to get busy. Suddenly, the "brushing" sound of sickle valley, the "buzzing" sound of pedal strippers, the occasional laughter of adults, the crisp songs of children and the "twittering" songs of birds merged into a touching symphony.

Although the cool breeze blows slowly, the busy farmers soon sweat profusely. They don't care about wiping sweat, but they still work tirelessly. Children about my age and even younger than me are picking up ears of rice in the field. I joined them and became their friends.

The sun climbed overhead and roasted the rice fields severely. People are soaked to the skin. The adults told the children to go back, but they still insisted on working. A truckload of rice from Huang Chengcheng was picked to the threshing floor, and the poles were bent. The sound of "creaking" seems to read "weeding at noon, sweating like a pig, but every grain is hard"!

Under the scorching sun, the farmer's uncle sweated and hoed the ground, lamenting that food was hard to come by, and indirectly telling people to cherish it.

A poem I like.

I have recited more than 300 poems since I went to school, but I like the poem "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" best because its title is fascinating. Spring, river, flowers, moon and night embody the most beautiful scenes in life.

Moonlit Night on a Spring River is the longest poem I have ever recited, with about 270 words. This was written by Zhang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. "Riverside in Lian Haiping, the sea bright moon was born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, and there is no moonlight on the riverside! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight is like graupel. The frost is flowing in the air, and the white sand on the pavilion is invisible. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky ... This poem is about the spring tide, which is connected with the sea in the night sky. The boundary between heaven and earth doesn't seem so obvious. There is only one line, which is the boundary between heaven and earth. The moonlight shines on the river, and the moon is lonely. Moonlight shines on the trees and flowers bloom like fine snow beads. Looking at the river, a fishing boat with lights on floated in the distance. The river and the sky are the same color, and even the sand on the beach can't be seen, only a bright lonely moon hangs high in the air. Which vagrant is drifting on the boat tonight? Where is someone lovesick upstairs under the bright moon?

This is a very beautiful and excellent long poem, which has created several firsts in the poems I recited, and it is also the only poem describing the night river in the poems I recited. Among them, I like the words "even the sea is flat in spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in tide" best. The author writes beautifully, which fully proves the beauty and uniqueness of this river.

This poem is not only beautiful, but also describes the astronomical level at that time. At that time, people in the Tang Dynasty had discovered the relationship between the moon and the tides. It is this sentence that inspired me: "The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon is born in the tide." .

Moonlit Night on the Spring River is not only a long poem, but also a song, which is the dance music of the Tang Dynasty court.

Although I have recited many poems in recent years, I still like this one best. Because it is long and difficult to recite, it gives people a kind of pressure, but it can temper my will. This reminds me of a famous saying: Is it difficult to do things in the world? For it, it is easy and difficult; If you don't do it, it's hard for you to make it easy. Didn't I recite "Moonlit Night on a Spring River" to prove this sentence?