An essay on the growth of excellent traditional culture with me.

China is rich in traditional culture, but my favorite is ancient poetry, which has existed since Chinese characters appeared. I have read many ancient poems, such as "Mountain Walking", "Looking at Tianmen Mountain" and "Thinking of a Quiet Night" ... most of them are used to express feelings, and I especially like them.

I fell in love with the poem grass when I was very young. This was written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. In two simple sentences, I wrote down the tenacious vitality of grass. "Wildfire didn't completely burn them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze" is not the best portrayal? Even the grass has such tenacious vitality that we must be stronger and not let the "wildfire" hurt us.

I always go to my grandmother's house during the Spring Festival, and I will be particularly sad when my parents leave. At this time, when I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains, I will appear in my mind: "When I am in a foreign land, I miss my family twice every holiday." I know from a distance where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing from the dogwood. "

"Look at the Chrysanthemum Exhibition!" People's cries hooked my feet. Ah, the chrysanthemums in Furong Square are as white as jade, as golden as gold and as red as fire. The delicate appearance of chrysanthemum is the most striking; Huang Juhua "sucked" people into the past like a magnet; The red "fire" seems to be threatening people again: "Who dares not come!" The chrysanthemums are so beautiful that I can't help shouting, "Wait until September 8th in Qiu Lai, and I will kill all the flowers after bloom. Tianxiang permeates Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "Huang Chao's poems are so beautiful!

Ancient poetry is so cadence, lifelike, ancient poetry accompanied me through year after year, it has become my favorite.