Learning the story structure of ancient poetry

1. The composition "The Story of Learning Ancient Poetry" is 200 words.

Last time, our school held the activity of "Grading Ancient Poems".

After class, the students were immersed in reciting poems, and the whole class buzzed like a hive. Suddenly, Zhi Li said to himself, "Yes, I am in the ninth grade". At that time, we all admired him, and I didn't want to hurt people when they were down. After my unremitting efforts, I finally went to 8th grade. My good friends are all surprised to see me like this.

After class, the teacher said one thing first: all 8th grade's ancient poems, excluding 8th grade's, will go to the academic lecture hall tomorrow morning, and the details will be discussed tomorrow.

The ancient poetry examination is over. The students have a rest after class. At first glance, no one is reciting ancient poems. I really want a group of released birds.

2. Learn interesting story compositions in ancient poetry.

Composition Me and Ancient Poetry

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It is raining in Mao Mao. I love sitting alone by the window, making a cup of tea, holding a book of poems, and enjoying the endless joy brought by ancient poetry under the orange light.

Poems sung through the ages are full of my yearning! I feel Su Shi's generosity again and again; Li Bai's generosity, appreciation of Li Qingzhao's graceful, solemn and graceful place, intoxicated by Wang Wei's pastoral feelings and Xin Qiji's romantic fantasy. ......

All this makes me crazy. On a sunny spring day, on a fragrant summer day, on a moonlit and sunny autumn night, and in a winter wrapped in silver, I savored with my heart and accepted another realm and another thought brought by poetry with emotion.

Like a trickle, like a faint mist, those beautiful and elegant poems will always pass through my mind and linger in my mind. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud-I am intoxicated by the freshness of early spring, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different way-I am intoxicated by the splendor of midsummer. On the third night of September, it looks like a pearl, like a moon and like a bow.

Three sighs, stirring, strong and fierce horn sound, sonorous and powerful, those desolate and tragic poems with philosophy will always shake my soul and leave an indelible impression in my heart. "Xing, people suffer, death, people suffer." I read the desolation and tragic of the feudal doctor "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", and I read the open-minded minds of predecessors; "Since ancient times, no one has died in life, and I am moved by the poet's impassioned patriotic feelings." "When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." I was moved by the homesickness of the wanderer. "Young people will be sad if they don't work hard", such as the encouragement of a tutor, inspired me to work harder and be more creative. ......

One song after another, one after another, such as magical notes, such as lovely elves, give me extraordinary enjoyment, and I can't get rid of my love for them. Ah, it feels good to be intoxicated with endless feelings, interests and reasons in poetry!

I like ancient poems.

I like ancient poems. Speaking of ancient poetry, I have a deep relationship with him. I remember when I was a child, my mother began to force me to read and recite ancient poems. At that time, I was like a bird that lost its freedom, and my heart was very uncomfortable. When other children are playing on the lawn, I can only lie on the windowsill pitifully, looking at them with envious eyes, but mechanically reciting an ancient poem in my mouth. I went to primary school in a blink of an eye. I remember once, the school held a recitation of ancient poems, and the teacher said that whoever could recite more ancient poems would be given a "surprise package". I looked around and only a few students raised their hands. I thought for a while and thought, "Didn't my mother ask me to recite many ancient poems when I was a child?" Then try it! "So I timidly raised his hand. The teacher called my name, and I stood up and recited several ancient poems, such as Looking at Tianmen Mountain and Walking in the Mountain. Sure enough, I won the title of "Little Poetry King" and a "surprise package". My classmates gave me admiring glances and applauded warmly. For the first time, I feel that reciting ancient poems can bring me so many honors. From then on, I gradually fell in love with ancient poetry. Now I can further understand the meaning of ancient poems by reciting them and appreciate the poet's feelings. I also learned a lot from it. For example, the poem "Wandering Son" makes me feel the selflessness and greatness of maternal love and tells us to be a promising person and repay my mother's kindness in the future. In the process of reading ancient poems, I also "met" several poets who forgot to make friends, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Meng Jiao and Li Shangyin, who taught me how to be a man and how to make friends. Among them, Li Bai, the "Poet Fairy", is my favorite poet. The boldness in his poems fully embodies his bold and straightforward character. It is said that Li Bai's "Thousands of Poems about Fighting for Wine" is even more wonderful. Ancient poetry has given me a lot of happiness, and like my teachers and friends, it has illuminated my way forward. In the future, I will insist on reciting ancient poems and make them my lifelong companions. Chengmen central primary school four years (2) class

The most ancient poem is 1

The most infatuated person

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

This is worthy of Liu Yong's writing, and it will be a swan song! Sure enough, infatuation is the real love story! Why didn't you sign a contract with Liu Yong when making this film? ! I really admire you for wasting yourself for Iraqis!

The man with the longest beard

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.

Wow! Li Bai, Li Bai, not only your article is different, but also your beard and hair are different from ordinary people. People say you are a "fallen fairy". Since you are a fairy, you must have such a long beard and hair? ! Three thousand feet of white hair, is that the Guinness Book of Records?

People with the worst eyesight

The crowd searched for her thousands of nets. Looking back, the man was waiting for the fire to die.

The poet himself is a general, Jia Xuan. He didn't hurt his eyes when he was fighting! I didn't see her in my dream when I was dating. People say, but I don't think the sacred unicorn needs to see a harmonious heartbeat, but he still needs to find her thousands of networks. She must be a scholar who thought she had the worst eyesight in ancient China.

The woman who dares to pursue love the most

I am a young man with a romantic life. I intend to marry him and repair him, but I am mercilessly abandoned. I can't be ashamed.

After reading this word, you will definitely be shocked. In ancient times, women were obedient and virtuous. Where can there be such an idea? This tells us that in spring, a girl saw a group of teenagers playing on strangers and said that she would give her life to him, even if she was mercilessly abandoned, don't be shy! Sure enough, she is a heroine among women, who dares to break the rules, is not bound, and dares to fall in love vigorously ~

The most narcissistic person

From now on, I will not dream about Grace, I will sit down and enjoy the flowers in Byakki Smoker.

This sentence is so classic that it really suits a super narcissist like me as a motto! No one appreciates me, so there is no need to be bitter and sad. I can still sit in front of the mirror and admire myself! Wow! That would be great.

3. What happened between you and ancient poetry?

"The river of no return is a romantic figure through the ages". In the long river of history, the golden light of ancient poetry shines.

In the long history, there are many cultural springs. In the clear spring of culture, poets have written poems with their own talents, some of which are like mirrors, reflecting the aura of history; Some are like streams in spring, watering the flowers of the soul; Some, like the water of a big river, are magnificent.

He resigned from the county magistrate, "don't pity the poor, don't paint the rich", retired from the countryside without competing with the world and returned to the garden. He bowed his head to cultivate chrysanthemums and looked up to pick chrysanthemums to brew poetry wine, and he could speak a thousand words leisurely. The real meaning of this is to distinguish and forget what he said. This is Tao Yuanming's voice.

He, "according to a habit that has never changed in my life", has experienced the Yellow River water that goes straight into the sea and never returns, and will also soar in Wan Li like a Dapeng bird. When he is lonely, he will regard the moon as his friend. Drinking with the moon alone is to bring me my shadow and let the three of us be together. When he misses his friend, he will "I will think of you in the clouds, so I will think of me in the sunset". Li Bai, who traveled all over the country and on both sides of the Yellow River, experienced serious setbacks in his career, but he did not give up his pursuit. His unrestrained personality makes people flock to him.

She cut the plum blossom in a slow voice ... with a touch of sadness, it was "cold and desolate" Li Qingzhao, who suffered from war and family destruction, was in the incompetent Song Dynasty. Why doesn't she want a son to defend her country like Yue Fei? "I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong." What a sad word is the bitterness of life?

Looking back at the long river of history, the voices of ancient poets and poets echoed in my ears. "Today people don't know Gu Yue, but this month it was like the ancients." Although they didn't live in the same era as them, they left us precious spiritual food, which will be inexhaustible in our life. Su Shi, "When is the bright moon? Ask for wine from the sky ... I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. "

Ancient poetry is like running water, * * * sighs that life is like this. Listen, the mumbling voice is eternal, eternal. ...

4. Write a 450-word story with ancient poetry.

Reading ancient poems and making up stories: Meng Jiao misses his mother.

During the Dezong period of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was appointed as the county magistrate of Liyang, Jiangsu. One night, he was reading in the study. After reading for a while, he felt a little tired, so he stood up and went to the window. At this time, the bright moon is in the sky outside the window, and the night breeze is blowing gently. He looked up at the bright moon and was homesick.

Looking back on my decades of studying hard at a cold window, I didn't become a scholar and a small county magistrate until I was in my fifties. In these decades, how much effort the old mother has paid for herself! Every time I go to Beijing to catch the exam, my white-haired old mother is always busy before going out, preparing luggage for herself. Especially the night before I went out, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and sewed clothes for herself stitch by stitch. While sewing, my mother whispered, "sew more stitches and sew more closely, which will be strong and durable." Take care of yourself when you go out, come back early, and don't let your mother miss you at home ... "At that time, listening to her mother's warm words and looking at her wrinkled face and frosty white hair, Meng Jiao felt sad in his heart and his eyes were moist ... He deeply felt how great maternal love was, as warm as the spring sunshine.

Meng jiao thought of here, a * * * echoed in the chest. Before he returned to the case just visible, he wrote:

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

5. Composition about writing ancient poems into stories

In winter, the cold wind blows hard, the goose feather-like snow covers the earth, and jade is everywhere. In a shabby hut, under the dim light, I saw an old man over sixty sitting in the dim light, sewing clothes for a child who was about to leave home. Mother squinted, holding a needle in her left hand and a thread in her right. In this kind of sewing, she is very worried about her son. Her family is poor, and she has no money to buy silks and satins for her children. She can only sew some coarse cloths for her children, but in these coarse cloths.

Late at night, the biting cold wind intruded into the house through rags, which made mother shudder. She stood up, hung down the sore quilt, took a cup of hot tea, went into her son's room, dressed him, and said worriedly, "Son, it's cold, go to bed early, and we will leave tomorrow!" Meng Jiao put down the book in her hand and looked at the haggard figure, full of thoughts. His mother is meticulous in sewing clothes for her son who is about to leave home, for fear that no one will sew clothes for him in other places. His hands are covered with calluses like branches, and his mother is worried that her son will go a long way. Her mother had needles in the dim light, rubbed her eyes and cut her hair from time to time, and her weather-beaten face was haggard and worried. "Go out when you go out." Meng Jiao looked at her mother's wrinkled face with tears in her eyes, holding her calloused hand and being deeply moved. She wants to be with her mother, but she doesn't want to disappoint her hopes. After many troubles, she was finally admitted to a small official. She is ecstatic, but this kindness is higher than the sky, thicker than the earth and deeper than the sea, but she can't repay her. This can't help but make Meng Jiao deeply touched. Tomorrow, I will leave my dear mother and his hometown where he was born and raised. How can my mother repay me? How does this grass heart return the warmth of spring? How can a son repay his mother's kindness?

It is still cold outside the window, but it is still warm inside.

6. composition: the story of me and ancient poetry (one thing, about 600 words)

My relationship with poetry began when I was over one year old. At that time, I had already recited ancient poems in ignorance. My early contact with poetry is not recorded in historical materials, but I took it from my mother for a period of time. At first, reciting Tang poems was just for fun, and four rhyming poems were used to associate the scene: General Li Guang regarded the stone as a tiger, but it became a "sharp point in the depths of hard rocks". As a result, I also want to find a big stone to compete with. After reading "Blowing Open the Petals of Ten Thousand Pears", I naively studied the winter scenery carefully and didn't see any similarities between snow and pear flowers. I saw it at first sight. I feel that the poet is not very understanding, otherwise how could he write such a metaphor? After reading "Peach Blossom Pond Deep in thousands of feet", I clamoured to meet this Peach Blossom Pond and also wanted to see it. Li Bai bid farewell to Wang Lun. How can he find time to measure the depth of a pool thousands of feet underwater? Even so, in the era without oxygen mask, Li Bai's vital capacity must be amazing. Maybe my parents won't let me, so I also want to find a dangerous building with stars in my hand. If "people in the sky" want it, I can choose a star as a collection and show it off to my friends ... when I tell my father this, his laughter always pulls me back from my dreams. "Taohuatang and dangerous buildings are not so deep and high. This is just an exaggerated rhetorical device ... "I was greatly disappointed when I heard this. Li Bai, a great writer, told such a big lie to our children and praised such a big cow. Isn't this a lie? So exaggeration is bullshit. Since then, I have turned a deaf ear to romantic poets. Getting back together with them is a Chinese class after many years. When I understand rhetoric, the poet's time, experience and mood, I realize from the bottom of my heart that Tao Yuanming's blossoming chrysanthemums decorate Nanshan and Gong Zizhen's fallen leaves turn into spring mud; Yan Shu's loneliness is wandering and lonely, and the pulse of the text is covered with long clear water ... Now whenever I wander in the beautiful artistic conception of Tang poetry and Song poetry, I am intoxicated with the beauty in the poet's eyes and think of the naive misunderstanding with the poet when I was a child, I can only smile bitterly. The stories of my childhood and poetry are still stored in my heart. When you are lonely, you will take it out to bask in the sun, and your mouth will rise and make a "hehe" sound.

7. There must have been many interesting story compositions in the process of learning ancient poems.

For your reference

Reflections on Boya Piano Wrestling Thank You ...

Text/Xiao Chun

Guzheng music, high mountains and flowing water, makes people think and move; The story of "Boya broke the piano since childhood and became a bosom friend" has been passed down through the ages. Throughout the ages, like Boya, many people feel that the world is sinister and there are few intimate friends. Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, once lamented that "people who make peace are not my kind". Yue Fei, an anti-Jin general in the Southern Song Dynasty, once wrote: "If you want to give your heart to Yao Qin, you have few bosom friends. Who will listen to the broken string? " "Other ancients also left:" We know each other all over the world. How many people are there? It is true that in the old society of intrigue, due to the limitation of class and history, it was difficult for the ancients to find a true bosom friend.

However, Xiao Chun has his own feelings about this: Boya thanked his bosom friend by playing the piano, which of course showed his valuable spirit of loyalty to friendship; But on the other hand, it also shows that he is unsociable, narrow-minded, self-reliant and aloof. He regards bosom friends and bosom friends as very few people, and limits their friendship to a very small circle, thinking that "the world is not enough for drummers". China has no bosom friend except Zhong Ziqi? If you don't give up this person, you will have no friends to make all your life? In life and on the Internet, we often see and hear such emotional words. During this period, we were deeply sad and even made people cry, as if we could never find a bosom friend in the world. Is that really the case?

History has developed to this day, with highly civilized society, advanced technology and convenient transportation. Especially with the advent of the digital age and the internet age, the range of communication between people is more extensive, and there are not a few people with similar temperament and similar interests. It also depends on everyone's understanding and standards of bosom friends. Personally, I have been in contact with the internet for more than a year, from the initial simple online chat to the exchange of words and ideas; From emotional life to people's attitudes towards values and outlook on life, work and study, hobbies ... that kind of spiritual communication is exciting, it makes people feel more excited, get to know each other and hate being late. The affection of knowing each other and cherishing each other is beautiful and warm; The bosom friend complex of high mountains and flowing water is profound and moving. I have true feelings and regrets, and I have a profound experience and benefited a lot. It also opened my eyes, broadened my horizons, and my mood seemed to be suddenly enlightened. Face life and network with a more peaceful attitude, have a deeper understanding of friends, and face life with a positive attitude.

In real life, no matter the illusory network, there will be things worth moving and happy; There will be helpless and sad memories. Facing life, family, love, especially friendship, we need to look at it with a far-reaching vision and understand it with a more enlightened mind. You will find that life is full of sunshine, like-minded people, and there are also many intimate friends and friends with similar conduct. Sometimes we just don't feel it ourselves. I feel something, so I have the right to know myself by writing this article.

8. The story of me and ancient poetry (composition)

The first article I came into contact with was ancient poetry. I remember when I was not in primary school, my parents and grandparents began to teach me to read ancient poems. This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. Meng Haoran's> I came with my mouth open. I was able to recite dozens of such ancient poems, and my parents were proud of me. In fact, I didn't know what ancient poetry was at that time, and I didn't begin to understand it until I went to school. Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi; Tang poetry, Song ci, Ming and Qing novels; & lt& lt>& lt& lt Water Margin >>& lt& lt Journey to the West >>& lt& lt> ... The treasure house of China's ancient poems is really profound and full of stars.

I like ancient poems very much. I like rhyming catchy. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again. It suddenly occurred to me that Li Bai, my hometown, could read this famous poem word for word, whether old or young. I like its concise words and expressions, which are easy to understand. Being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday. However, although China maintains our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor, scientists and ordinary people can understand it just by reading it once. I like its beautiful artistic conception and philosophy. Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream. The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen. What a refreshing sight! The mountains are heavy and the water is heavy, but there is no way to recover. But you broaden your horizons by 300 miles to a higher level. This kind of sentence makes people suddenly enlightened and sublimate their thoughts. No wonder even foreigners admire it.

I pay great attention to quoting some good poems and sentences in my composition. In my past works, I often quote "Like the strong wind in spring, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees in Cen Can" to describe the wonderful scenery in the snow. By quoting Li Bai's saying that it is difficult to reach the top, this paper describes the great difficulties that people encounter; By quoting Meng Jiao's "But an inch of grass is a little sentimental", he won three spring festivals and expressed his children's deep affection for his mother. By quoting the story of Gong Yu moving mountains, it is profoundly explained that there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as he is willing to climb; By quoting the story of the oil seller, I vividly explained the truth that practice makes perfect, and so on. In a word, by quoting ancient poems, I try my best to make my composition more appealing and convincing, thus deepening the theme of the article and playing the role of making the finishing point.

9. The story of me and ancient poetry! Composition.

At the age of four, I began to recite poems. Of course, adults forced me. When I was a child, I couldn't read, so I was afraid of reciting poems. After school, I became literate, and the teacher called some poems, but only to explain them. It was not until I entered junior high school that I became familiar with poetry appreciation.

Many poems only have an ordinary story, sometimes it is too small to mention, but the poet can write it into a famous sentence through the ages and spread it widely. This is the charm of poetry.

There are many schools of poetry, such as bold and graceful, and different schools of poetry have their own unique aspects.

Many of Li Bai's poems belong to the uninhibited school. There is an atmosphere of "flying in thousands of feet for three days, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days", a sense of complacency of "laughing and watching the sky go out, we are wormwood people", a confidence of "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars in Wan Li", and also "I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice-choked ferry will climb Taihang Mountain" and "I left my food bar and cup, so I can't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger.

Li Bai's poems and songs are diverse and wonderful, and the emotional tone of each poem is related to the poet's experience. When he is not reused, he has sufficient self-confidence; When he was in a high position, he was complacent and heroic; When he saw the ugly side of the imperial court, he had a great personality and despised the powerful. When he leaves because of this, he will also be depressed and confused.

If you want to taste poetry, you must understand the poet's life experience and even social background. It is not difficult to understand, but what you get will only be superficial and meaningless. When you really understand it, feel it and understand it, you will get endless feelings and real meaning. You can even feel that you are breathing with the poet, sharing joys and sorrows. You understand his feelings and even have the impulse to comfort him. We are enjoying poetry, poets and society, and we enjoy it.

I was deeply attracted when I read The Difficult Road in Shu. The poet's unpredictable brushwork vividly depicts the dangers of Shu Road, artistically shows the winding, majestic and rough face of ancient Shu Road, and depicts a colorful landscape painting, which is fascinating.

I was deeply attracted by his wild imagination. He created a broad artistic realm for me and fascinated me with his romantic colors.

If you really want to appreciate a kind of poetry, you must also appreciate the beauty of other factions.

Du Pu's "Hope for Spring" will make people sad, and war will separate people from their loved ones and leave their homes. Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons reminds people of their mother's care in the past, and a warm current rushes into their hearts. ...

Every appreciation can have different feelings and throbs.

This is the charm of poetry, and I want to be intoxicated with the charm of this poem!

Never appreciate it. It's a new harvest to appreciate it. —— Zhu Guangqian