The Day I Became Associated with Ancient Poetry Essay

Daxi Elementary School, Class 6(2), Wu Xinxi

"The wind and the moon are good friends, poetry and books are good teachers." This is my motto, and I am a child who has a special affinity with poetry.

When I first started yapping, my mom and dad began teaching me to memorize Luo Binwang's "The Goose" word for word -- "Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky with a crooked neck. ......". Although the memorization was a bit blurry, with the first line not following the next, the milky chanting of the poem brought a sweet smile to my mom and dad's faces. Perhaps at that moment, my voice was like heavenly music, bringing my parents the greatest joy. In the following days, "The Goose" became a reserved program in the family after tea and dinner. Grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt ...... each as if in consultation with a wheel let me recite this little poem over and over again, after getting N times of praise, I also from stuttering to "fluent". This is how I became inseparable from poetry. If at first I only memorized poems because of the praise of my relatives, gradually it became an integral part of my life, and I took it as my daily homework. While other children take pleasure in listening to stories, I am hopelessly addicted to ancient poems.

One, two, three ...... In the cradle of poetry I grew up. Time passed and I soon became an elementary school student. I was no longer satisfied with my mom and dad's oral teachings, in fact, they could not teach me la. So, on my ninth birthday, I got a long-lost gift, which was a beautifully bound book of "Three Hundred Tang Poems". This book gave me a broader poetic sky. Whenever I had time, I would pick it up and sing, "It's hard to say goodbye when you see each other; the east wind is powerless and hundreds of flowers are left in ruins." "The silk of the silkworm is not exhausted until it dies, the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry." "Where is the countryside at sunset?" "On the smoky river, I am sad." Like a hard-working bee, I greedily sucked the sunshine and dew brought to me by the ancient poems. Once upon a time, there was one less naughty figure in the playground, and one more "ancient person" buried in the corner of the classroom reading poems. Poetry has brought me a lot of happiness that others can not experience, in the classroom, in the exercise, in the test because I can quote some poems appropriately, so the language teacher's appreciation. Every now and then, I would see the envious eyes of some of my buddies. I was gradually called "Xiu Cai" by them, which is by far the most elegant nickname in the class.

I was so tireless wandering in the world of poetry, in the poem I crossed the sky of history, acquaintance with the poet Li Bai, poet Du Fu, poet ghost Li He; in the poem I read the greatness of a mother's love, the preciousness of friendship, the time of the passing of the time; in the poem I appreciate the majestic Lushan waterfalls, the makeup of the Lake Xizi, the vast and boundless Dongting Lake. Ancient poetry is like a teacher, holding my little hand, accompanying me in my learning to grow.

Teacher's comments: The author, who grew up with ancient poems, describes to us through her own growth experience the gains and joys that reading poetry has brought her. The whole piece of work is fluent, sincere, outstanding and beautifully written.　　　　　　　　　　　　(Instructor Yang Zhuo)