Comments on Classical Poetry (about 400 words)

Rich country, powerful country and prosperous country make me proud.

In ancient China, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty wrote a poem: I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was very sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! This is the "Xiuer" by the great patriotic poet Lu You.

The meaning of this poem is: I didn't know there was nothing to miss until I died. The only regret was that I couldn't see the reunification of the motherland with my own eyes. Tell me about the good news that the army of the Song Dynasty recovered the lost land in the Central Plains and held a family sacrifice. This poem expresses Lu You's deep patriotic feelings. From this poem, I know that everyone should be patriotic. If everyone is unpatriotic, then this country will soon perish. If everyone is patriotic, this country will surely prosper. In ancient times, there was a hero named Yue Fei and Yue Ju Peng. He is very patriotic and learned a good craft. In order to serve the motherland, he finally became one of the heroes we should learn. Qin Gui, an ancient traitor, framed Yue Fei and Yue in order to seize power, and was finally hacked to death in front of Yue.

After reading Lu You's poems, I was deeply moved. I think we have our present life because of the struggle and sacrifice of our revolutionary ancestors. I think it would be great if we could recover our lost island, Taiwan Province Province Island, which is still separated from our motherland! I think, if there are less human grievances and more human kindness and love, then I think this beautiful holy land of China will be prosperous! !

Comment on The Book of Songs-It's elegant, it's fresh and it's beautiful.

A faint scholarly and simple temperament, as the number of pages in my hand slowly increases, I seem to see the warm sunshine in the afternoon, gentle willow leaves and low singing on the hillside. The Book of Songs is not magnificent; It's not extremely weak. In my eyes, it is full of the clarity of the afternoon, the caress of the wind, and its sharpness despite the fireworks in the rain of bullets. Although there is a small bridge like flowing water, it has faded away that exquisiteness.

"The pigeons in Guanguan, in Hezhou, are my fair lady and gentlemen are good-"Siang, which people are no longer familiar with, has deeply expressed their admiration for girls in just a few words. The river is trickling, and the leeks are uneven, telling the thoughts of the water side and telling the toss and turn. "If you look down on the other two, you will be able to protect yourself, and your death will not defeat it." In a blink of an eye, it was that loyal woman who was defending love again. Who knows that beauty is delicate, and her ear is her determination to die.

Smoke all over the sky, bonfire parties again and again, but who knows that behind the all-powerful situation, there is deep helplessness and deep yearning. "Hold your hand and grow old with your son." A hundred years ago, a thousand years ago, under the armor of a sword and gun, the smiles of his wife and son appeared in his mind. I just want to abandon my armor and go home to walk with you in court.

Flipping the page number gently, in a blink of an eye, what is presented to me is no longer just affection, love and words, but the evaluation of current events, people's praise, and the lament under the oppression of the rulers-

"Don't cut and worship, Zhao Bo said." It is the people who love me, love my dog, cherish and cherish Zhao Bo's bones, have a good government, and have endless praise for those officials who are dedicated to the people. However, his "Cutting Tan" aroused their discontented and sad voices. In that corrupt society, in a society that only plunders people's wealth, thousands of working people in Qian Qian have been exploited, but they can only dare to be angry and dare not speak, in exchange for this deep whisper, sigh, accusation and helplessness!

The book of songs, an immortal book, sang the true feelings and praises with her beautiful voice. Like a sad erhu, she sang a kind of helplessness. She, a kind of elegance, a kind of freshness and a kind of beauty, is a clear and beautiful river in the Peach Blossom Garden, flowing slowly in people's hearts!

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