Composition accompanied by poetry

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). I believe that writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my carefully arranged composition accompanied by poetry. Welcome to read. I hope you can enjoy it. Writing with Poetry 1

Poetry is the most beautiful way for us to understand the thoughts of the ancients. I like Li Bai's poems, which are bold, magnificent and strongly romantic.

When I was a child, the poem that impressed me the most was Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night: "so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around. "I only felt catchy when I started reading, and then I tasted the taste: on a quiet night, the bright moonlight in front of the bed seemed to be a layer of frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon in the sky makes people bow their heads and miss their hometown. What a superb technique it is to skillfully blend the psychological process of homesickness. Since then, I have been immersed in the world of poetry whenever I have time.

In Li Bai's poems, there is the pleasure of "when, I being drunk and my friend more than happy, Tao Ran * * * forgot his machine", and there is also the concern of "a cloud has arisen between the Light of Heaven and me, to hide his city from my melancholy heart" for the country and the people. There is the enjoyment of "till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three" and the heroic freedom of "since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed!, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!"; There is the indulgence of "oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, don't make the golden sky to the moon", and there is also the confusion of "the way is broad like the blue sky and but no way out before my eye". Looking at the joys and sorrows of the ancients, you will also have infinite feelings in your heart.

among many poets, I love Li Bai because his poems are bold, fluent and natural. "I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" is my favorite poem, which means: Although there are many obstacles ahead, there will still be a day to ride the long wind and break the waves, hang up in Yun Fan and cross the sea. I always read it when I encounter setbacks. It inspires me and makes me believe that success lies on the other side. Now the setbacks and depression can't make me lose confidence and lose myself!

Let poetry run through life and fill it with life. Reading poetry makes me deeply feel that poetic life is the most beautiful.

In life, if you read a few poems and enjoy a few words, you won't be lonely on the road of growth, because every poem or word is a kind conversation between the poet and you, and she will guide you, give you enough courage and perseverance to move forward, so that you can stop carrying heavy loads and go into battle lightly.

it's fun to be with poetry. Composition 2

accompany with poetry, gently and silently, skimming a new page, holding a pen, slowly spilling over the tip of the pen and flowing on the paper, is not in black and white, but a continuous and meaningful emotion, from the heart and the sea, from the ideological trend, with the immortal Millennium civilization, slowly and gently rippling. Happiness, along with this black ink, is quietly soaked along the paper lines, and it occupies the whole heart that has been submerged by dust and filth for a long time. It is too pure to wash away and too strong to melt away.

follow your heart! When you go out and enjoy the magnificent rivers and mountains, you will feel the feeling that "although the mountains and rivers are gorgeous, I am afraid of being idle"; Stay at home alone, there is nowhere to vent their worries, so they sigh the short sentence "Tears are hazy outside the sky, and tears are leaning against the short wall". The splendor of the spring dynasty means that "the fragrance of spring is blooming in the dense forest, the willows are affectionate, and the flowers are dancing and the moon is shy"; The vitality of summer can be proved by "the verdant leaves are covered with shade, the breeze is bright, and the lotus is drunk"; When autumn is sad, it means "the dead branches and yellow leaves hang the setting sun, the lonely city looks far away, and the pond is full of red"; Old dreams in winter can be described as "the time is flowing like jade and ice in Ling Xue, the morning star is fading, and the flying flowers are still resting ..." What you think, feel and realize are all embodied in original poems, in which you also send your inner true enlightenment, which is the carrier of dreams and hearts. Poetry is happiness.

There are flying flowers and dust, floating clouds and passers-by, green leaves and red flowers, cool breeze and warm sun, frogs and cicadas, geese and early warblers, distant mountains and running water in the poem. It also has its own heroic spirit of "holding the yellow on the left and holding the blue on the right" and "looking northwest and shooting at Sirius"; The sad beauty of "the willows in Xicheng are moving in spring, moving away from sorrow, and tears are hard to collect"; "till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three" is broad-minded ................................................................................................................................................................. Savor carefully, this is an invitation tour of mind and soul. Reading poetry is happiness.

Standing in the modern society, a part of the soul still lingers in the splendid times of ancient times, unable to help itself and extricate itself.

when you lift the pen and close the book, poetry is your friend, accompanied by poetry, and happiness will last forever. Writing with Poetry 3

We are always eager to grasp the scarlet rope of youth when we are young. What a pleasant thing it is for my youth to accompany poetry!

On the road of youth, you see, in Yueyang Tower, God Fan Zhongyan chanted: "Worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world"; Wen Tianxiang, who said in Lingdingyang that he loves his country, said: "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, and he has left his heart to shine"; In Yanmen, Li He's noble sentiment of "reporting your wishes on the golden platform and supporting Yulong to die for you", and Du Fu also whispered "though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses" in the dark; Xin Qiji, who is old and strong, also sang: "To get rid of the king's affairs in the world and win his fame before his death"; Su Shi's passionate and high-pitched feelings of serving the country: "To report the whole city with the satrap, shoot the tiger and see Sun Lang", and Zhang Yanghao's: "Xing, the people suffer, die, and the people suffer." Worry about the country and the people.

Walking in the corridor of youth, listen to Ma Zhiyuan's wandering feelings of "the old road is thin and thin, the sun sets, and the heartbroken are in the end of the world" are so long! There is also the rush to "meet immediately without paper and pen, and report peace with your message", as well as the homesickness of "at last I can send my messengers and wildgeese, homing to Loyang" on the eve of the sea, Li Bai's homesickness for singing "lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight and sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home" is thought-provoking, and Dongpo's good wishes of "I wish people a long time and a beautiful life in the dry".

With the sublimation of youth, you see how cool Li Yu's sorrow is: "It's parting from sorrow, especially the general taste in my heart". Li Shangyin's sorrow of "I am worried about the bright moon, and I will follow the wind until the yelangxi" attracts pity. Euphemistic Li Qingzhao's "I'm afraid that the two streams will blow up a fierce boat, and I can't carry many worries", and Li Bai's "but since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords, raise a glass to eliminate worries and worry more" makes people feel dissatisfied and resentful.

when we have youth, I am accompanied by poetry, listening to articles of thousands of years, and I can't taste ordinary stories. In the temple of ancient poetry, I firmly grasp the reins of youth, and with the company of ancient poetry, I have different ordinary youth. Writing with Poetry 4

Poetry is sometimes a magical thing.

Poetry can't bring you much material income, but it brings you a kind of spiritual enjoyment. It has nothing to do with fame and fortune. Fame and fortune are all things outside the body, so it is better to treat them with a normal heart. For example, every flower has its own unique fragrance. No one can force others to appreciate it. There are very few people who can put aside fame and fortune to write poems. He's not trying to achieve a certain goal, it's just the expression of your inner feelings. Really talented people are all open-minded. The same is true of poetry. It's good for someone to appreciate it, and it's also good to be narcissistic when no one appreciates it.

Maybe there will be many people in this world who will always measure everything by money, and all they talk about is money. When I see you writing poetry, I will ask you how much you have paid for it. Maybe it's because my level is not enough! If someone can make a living by writing poems, I will admire them. It takes a long time for people to discover the value of some living works of art. For example, Van Gogh's paintings are priceless, but he himself can't enjoy them. Andersen's fairy tales are often teased and attacked by others. But his fairy tales inspired many people, which money can't do. There are many beautiful poems in The Book of Songs without the author's name.

in real life, you may be all kinds of people. But you all need to listen to your hearts. Because the essence of poetry is purity. Therefore, sometimes what children say is poetry.

Poetry is an elegant art.. What this art needs most is prudence. There can be no carelessness. In a poem, if we don't change a word, we will lose a kind of context and its due luster ... Writing with Poetry 5

When we are young, we are always in a hurry, but what a pleasant thing it is to be with poetry!

The same is true of the poem "There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book". Accompanied by poetry, I feel the leisure of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Accompanied by poetry, I feel Du Fu's lofty aspirations of "once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky."; Accompanied by poetry, I feel the sincerity and touch of Li Bai's "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun's".

With poetry, you can feel the beauty of the four seasons at any time.

"A day is in the morning, and a year's plan is in the spring". Spring is the beginning of a year, and it is the season for all things to recover. The snow and ice melt, the vegetation germinates, and the spring rain is continuous, just like "the rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is close at a distance". The street is drizzling, and the scenery is hazy, but it is full of vitality.

It's too hot in summer, so it's too idle to stay at home. It's better to go outside. No, I accidentally saw the scenery of "the lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the next day, and the lotus flowers are different in color". I appreciate the green lotus leaf and the lotus flower's quality of "coming out of the mud without dyeing, rippling without demon".

The autumn wind is bleak, the leaves are falling, and the loneliness and desolation in my heart seem to be revealed. "Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I am eager for a writer's book." I seem to see a poet who misses his hometown and his myriad thoughts. "and the autumn wind is blowing my heart, for ever and ever toward the Jade Pass", the soldiers in the frontier fortress, will often miss their relatives in their hometown?

When winter comes, everything falls asleep, and the white snow makes the scenery more pure. "is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" The snow seems as white as flowers. In the cold winter, "the frost is miserable, and it is always correct all the year round", but the pine and cypress stand firm and last forever, as the saying goes, "the pine and cypress have nature".

With poetry, my life is more substantial. I seem to see the voice and smile of the woman who misses her lover; I seem to hear the crisp and distant bamboo flute on a spring night; I seem to smell the fresh breath in the air after the autumn rain.

Every day when poetry is accompanied by poetry, it washes the soul and cultivates the sentiment. Composition with Poetry 6

When looking at Qin, the moon is bright and the Han is close, and the heart arouses the feelings of heroes; Look at the spring water and rock, and the majestic waves ripple in my heart; Looking at the sunshine coming down from the furnace, look at the rising purple smoke. Taste a cup of fragrant tea, accompany with poetry, and interact with poetry.

Look at Zhu Ge's lovely family. I don't know who is still awake. Sighing that the red silk is entangled, I can't forget the deep sorrow of "cutting constantly, and the reason is still chaotic"; Look at the bronze glass of wine, which has its own complex of "to bring me my shadow and make us three"; Touching the proud notice outside the station, there is a pride of "falling into mud and grinding into dust, only the fragrance remains the same"; Think of the wandering back of Yiyi, then look at the "dead vine old tree faint crow", and know that "heartbroken people are at the end of the world".

Poetry, like a little pearl, quietly falls to the ground and makes a clear sound. Watch the beads fall, drink the fragrant tea, keep company with poetry, and keep company with poetry.

Poetry, like a hazy and verdant landscape painting, has traveled through time and space for thousands of years. How beautiful and comfortable it is to freeze in the refined scenery of poetry.

When I looked up, I saw you standing there. You gently caressed your beard and quietly watched a boat drifting away. The shadow of the boat was long and narrow, as if there was still a deep regret. The sun was slightly oblique, and a little golden light was sprinkled on the sail swaying slightly in the wind. You are Li Bai, you are a poet, and your eyes reveal a glittering and translucent, slightly flashing, showing reluctance and sadness, which touches my heart. The boat gradually passed away at the intersection of the sea and the sky, and the flowing water of the Yangtze River seemed to slowly rise, sublimate and gather, and finally slowly flowed into the sky. Looking at this scene from a distance, you slowly intone in a low and affectionate tone: "The lonely sail is far from the blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky." This deep feeling, so picturesque, deeply branded into my heart, my heart trembled, my heart moved.

Life is sometimes boring, and the yellowed poetry anthologies twinkle like stars, which moistens my heart and enriches my emotions.

Holding a scroll in hand, accompanied by poetry, the tea beside me is cool, but the fragrance is still around. Writing with Poetry 7

March forward with poetry. Go to the desert where Wang Wei traveled without pomp. "Sign peng han plug, wild goose into hu-day. The desert is lonely and straight, and the scenery of the long river setting the yen surrounds me, and there seems to be a camel bell in my ear. The wind blew, the yellow sand was all over the sky, the grass was flying, flying out of Hansai, and the lonely geese flew into Hu Tian. In the distant horizon, heaven and earth are vaguely connected in the dim light, and the desert is vast, only a ray of fireworks is straight up in the lonely desert. The Yellow River is long, winding to the distance, and a sunset is round. Time seems to freeze here, as if it were eternal, only camel bells are intermittent, and the setting sun disappears a little on the other side of the Yellow River. I saw the majestic beauty of the desert and the patriotic feelings that Wang Wei could not hide under his loneliness.

March forward with poetry. Go to Xitaiyi Palace in the Bajiao of Kaifeng. Listen carefully to Wang Anshi's "willow leaves are green and dark, and the lotus sunset is red." Thirty-six spring waters, Whitehead wants to see Jiangnan. " Infinite thoughts. Green willow leaves, surrounded by dense, at dusk, the light is dim, green Ruyan Liu, there are bursts of cicadas between the branches and leaves. The light golden afterglow of the setting sun shines on the lotus, and the delicate flower is like a somewhat thin and drunk beauty, adding a little blush and a little tenderness. These thirty-six vicious endless spring waters are covered with faint smoke, and they are golden and scaly in the sunset, much like the flowing water people in the south of the Yangtze River. I saw the smoke, willow, red lotus in Bianjing and an old man with white hair who was homesick.

March forward with poetry. Through "two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets went up to the sky." The window is cold and the Xiling Mountain is snowy in autumn, and the Dongwu Wan Li ship is moored at the door. " The poem. I came to the thatched cottage where Du Fu lived in Chengdu. Outside the thatched cottage, willows are weeping, and two orioles are chirping euphemistically in the depths of the shade. The Wan Li is clear, and a line of egrets is leisurely. Looking from the window, the snowy hills in the western hills are covered with snow, which will last forever, just like a picture scroll embedded in a window frame. Outside the river, ships of Soochow in Wan Li are docked. I feel that the poet is in the thatched cottage, thinking for thousands of years, and seeing Wan Li's broad mind.

I would like to move forward with poetry. Travel through a thousand years, see great rivers and mountains, and taste thousands of thoughts. Writing with Poetry 8

Poetry is one of Chinese traditional culture, especially in the Tang Dynasty, when poetry reached its peak. Now people always think of the Tang Dynasty when they mention poetry. Speaking of poets in the Tang Dynasty, there are also endless poets. Next I will lead you into the world of poetry.

The Noble Poet

Speaking of Li Bai, everyone is familiar with it. A famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, he is known as the "Poet Fairy". His poems are full of boldness and romance, "till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three." It can be seen that the bold and unconstrained between the lines. It is different from Lu You and Xin Qiji, but free and elegant. Let readers be there. In Li Bai's poems, I realized that the intoxicating romance and freedom are relaxed and unrestrained.

Love in Poetry

"though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. Where petals have been shed like tears, and lonely birds have sung their grief. " This is a poet's love for the country to break mountains and rivers, and for the country. This poet is Du Fu, who is called "Li Du" together with Li Bai. In the poem, "The fire is connected."