Poetry accompanied me to grow up.

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has collected poems that impress him. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. What poems have you read? The following are seven poems that I carefully arranged to accompany me when I grew up. Welcome to share.

Poetry grows with me. Write 1 Time is like a song, like water. Looking at the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I hope the Song Dynasty will prosper. How many spring flowers have become autumn moon, sunrise and sunset in Guang Xiao. History is like an ordinary piece of paper, and poetry is like a pen and ink, which grows with me. ...

Ancient poetry has a history of five thousand years. Since ancient times, many great poets have emerged, such as Qu Yuan, Li Bai and Du Fu. They are cultural treasures left by our ancestors, with beautiful words and rich connotations. It is catchy to read and has a long aftertaste, which has influenced several generations of our Chinese nation.

Stepping into the primary school campus, my mother bought me a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems. I couldn't wait to open it and came into contact with the first poem, Ode to a Goose. Naive children read "White Goose" written by the poet Luo: white hair floats green water, and red palm stirs clear waves.

Gradually, with the growth of age, more and more ancient poems are recited. Tang poetry, Song ci and Yuan Qu ... understand that "a teenager is easy to get old, and an inch of time cannot be light". We should cherish time and don't waste it. Only by studying hard early with "black hair" will you not regret being late and "feel sorry for the boss" when you reach "Whitehead". Faced with a lot of homework every day, I never look forward to tomorrow, because "if I stay in the Ming Dynasty, something will happen in the Ming Dynasty."

On the road of pursuing truth, the road ahead is still long, but I will persevere and spare no effort to pursue and explore. As the saying goes, "The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down."

Poetry brings us happiness; Poetry brings us rich knowledge; Poetry brings us eternal green hills! I love poetry, thank you for growing up with me!

Chinese civilization has a long history, and it is a household name. China culture is profound, especially the well-known poems left by predecessors, which contain profound philosophy of life, which is beneficial to our physical and mental development, the healthy growth of our personality, and can bring many beneficial inspirations to our study and life, so that I deeply fall in love with them.

I remember when I was in primary school, my academic performance was not satisfactory because I was not sensible and playful. I'm afraid dad will blame himself. But my father didn't get angry, but let me read the poem Long Songs. My father told me the meaning of this poem, pointing to these two poems, and said, "If you don't study hard now and have no education when you grow up, you won't be able to find a good job and survive in society, and it will be too late to regret it." From then on, I remembered these two poems and used them to urge myself to study hard.

Whenever I have time, my father lets me read extra-curricular books and tells me to read more. When I complained that I was tired of studying, my father asked me to read "What's so clear about asking the canal?"? Living water for the source. " It makes me understand that books are the ladder of human progress, and reading is the means to acquire knowledge and improve self-cultivation. From then on, I love reading more, and I no longer feel bored and tired.

Sometimes when I encounter a math problem, I rack my brains and still have no clue, so I want to give up. At this time, I will think of the poem "Hold fast to the green hills and never relax". I think, as long as you think hard and persevere, you will eventually "doubt the mountains and rivers, and there will be another village." So, I persisted, conquered hard, and finally won.

Sometimes, I feel very sad because my exam results are not satisfactory. Dad will enlighten me: temporary failure does not mean forever; No pains, no gains. As long as you build up confidence and persist in your efforts, you will surely "break the waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"!

I often encounter some problems in my life. Sometimes I am misunderstood by other students, which makes me feel very depressed. At this time, my father will let me read the poems "Mist and rain are coming" and "Rain or shine". And told me that Su Shi was relegated in his later years, but he never gave in to the setbacks in life, but faced them calmly with a peaceful mind. The ups and downs of life are inevitable. As long as you are brave and strong, you will eventually usher in a beautiful rainbow.

No matter in my study or in my life, poetry has always accompanied me like a good friend. It encourages me to make progress, inspires me to work hard, cares for my growth, makes my life more exciting, and will certainly make my tomorrow more brilliant.

I love you, Poetry!

Poetry grew with me. That year, my grandfather retired from his first-line position in teaching, and his sudden leisure made him unhappy. My birth just filled his emotional blank and became his greatest spiritual comfort. He hugged me, kissed me and shook me all day, wishing to give me all the beautiful things in the world, just asking me to giggle.

When mother saw this, she said helplessly, "Dad, you can't spoil him. Nowadays, there are not many "little emperors" who "stretch out their hands with clothes and open their mouths with food". Grandpa was unhappy after hearing this. He protested sternly: "Do you look down on me as a' teacher' who has a senior title and has been teaching and educating people for more than 30 years?" I still don't believe it. If you can teach outstanding model students who are admitted to prestigious schools, you can't bring grandchildren? " Mom listened, but she couldn't refute it.

Grandpa likes poetry. When I am older, he will let me wander in the ocean of poetry.

At night, the bright moon is in the sky, and the cold moonlight shines on the bed through the window lattice. Grandpa patted me and said, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted?" ... "In his rhythmic singing, I gradually fell asleep.

Spring is here, and the whole family goes for an outing in the suburbs. The roadside is full of flowers, and butterflies don't want to hover in it. Grandpa took my hand, took a step and said, "Butterflies have been dancing, and songbirds just called." I listened and listened, and the artistic conception of the poem and the scene in front of me were wonderfully integrated, and my admiration for my grandfather came into being.

It rained in Mao Mao when I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and my grandfather took me back to my hometown to sweep the grave. Grandpa can't help sighing when he sees the heartbroken look of passers-by worshipping their deceased relatives: "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." I was in tears and didn't know it.

When I was 8 years old, my grandfather took me to visit the Yellow Crane Tower, one of the "Four Famous Buildings in the South of the Yangtze River". Standing on the Yellow Crane Tower, looking at the white clouds and the river flowing eastward, I was filled with emotion for an instant and blurted out, "I can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky." Grandpa leaned against the railing and looked at me, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

"Grandpa,' Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, but sunny on the road' means' June showers separate cows from their backs'?" "'From the side of the ridge, it becomes a mountain peak, with different distances.' This means that people come to different conclusions from different angles and positions, right? "I asked what was next.

Grandpa nodded and said appreciatively, "When reading poetry, you should feel its rhythm and rhythm, and feel the beauty of our great motherland's traditional culture. Read it a hundred times and you will understand its meaning. Watch it again and again. When you grow up, your poems will gradually become clear. "So, the happiest moment of my day is reading poetry.

In a Chinese class, the teacher said, "As we all know, Xia Mingzhe in our class can recite many poems, so shall we ask Xiao Xia to tell you the meaning of this poem today?" Hearing this, I stood up and said, "The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?" This poem means, "The warm spring breeze has blown the fields in the south of the Yangtze River green. When will the bright moon shine on me and when will I go back to my home in Zhongshan?" This poem expresses homesickness through the beautiful spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. Hearing this, the teacher smiled. She asked her classmates loudly, "Does Teacher Xiao Xia speak well?" The students said in unison, "Good!" In the warm applause of my classmates, I felt a little sense of accomplishment and pride.

When I was 10 years old, I could travel through time and space to see the magnificence of "lonely smoke in the desert, long river setting the yen"; I feel the care of "she sewed and mended carefully, fearing that it would delay his time to go home"; Appreciate the ambition of "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight and cross the deep sea" ... gradually, I have the pride of "once I climb to the top of the mountain, I will find that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". And "since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" ... exquisite poetry not only leads me to travel in time and space, but also makes me grow up happily in it.

The poems my grandfather taught me made me appreciate the charm of the motherland's language, and I won't stop there. Qian Yong said in the Qing Dynasty: "Reading thousands of books and taking Wan Li Road should not be neglected." I will use poetry to appreciate the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland and write gorgeous poems for this magnificent mountains and rivers!

Poetry grows with me. Since I watched the Chinese Poetry Conference for three seasons in a row, I have been infected by poetry and become attached to it. At the poetry conference, those contestants' love and pursuit of poetry deeply touched me and cultivated my feelings.

Poetry depicts beautiful scenery.

Show me the picturesque scenery from ancient poems. Singing a poem by the Qing Dynasty poet Gao Ding, "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke", I seem to be wandering in a sea of flowers and intoxicated in the charming spring; Reading a song by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "The lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus leaves reflect the shadow of the sun in a different color", it feels like the wind blowing from the lotus pond in summer; Reading a poem by Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Stop and sit and love the late maple forest, and the frost leaves are red in February", I seem to enjoy picking red leaves in the maple forest picked on the mountain; Reciting a frontier poet Cen Can's "Spring Breeze at Night Blows Ten Thousand Pears", I feel like walking in the snow, enjoying a pure color scenery, and snowflakes are falling quietly. ...

Poetry, beauty!

Poetry contains philosophy.

Poetry always contains profound philosophy. Zhu's "Asked Channels" is so clear that we should be educated to keep learning new knowledge and gain true knowledge. Su Shi's "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only in this mountain" explains to us the truth that "the authorities are fascinated and the bystanders are clear"; Lu You's "superficial knowledge on paper, but in fact nothing." It also tells us that we can't just base ourselves on books, but practice is also extremely important. Be a person who combines reading with practice. ...

Poetry after poem, truth after truth.

Sentimental thoughts in poetry

In poetry, there are always various emotions entrusted to the poet. What kind of melancholy is Yi 'an layman's "Don't worry, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers"? People are thinner than chrysanthemums, it must be because of her yearning for her husband; Nalan Rong Ruo's "A generation of two couples, fighting for two fascinating places" is congenial, but it is a longing and sigh for love; Li Taibai's "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered my home". Even though the moonlight is so soft, the intention of my hometown under the moon is more desirable; Lu Fangweng's "Wang Shibei celebrates the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice will never be forgotten" is not only his last wish for his children, but also his love for the boxing of the motherland. ...

Poetry, feelings.

Poetry, full of charm and long feelings, grows with me!

Poetry grows with me. Poetry, like a beam of sunshine, brings me warmth. Poetry, like the cool breeze in the afternoon, makes me feel relaxed and comfortable; Poetry, more like a mentor, has taught me many lessons. Wandering in the ocean of poetry, I saw many shining things, that is, human wisdom. I reached out to catch and pick up the whispers in the poem.

"Goose, goose, goose, the song is singing, the white hair is floating with green water, and the red palm is stirring the waves." Blue sky, clear water, Anthurium andraeanum and white feathers brought me into a beautiful picture. "In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers were folded? " The whisper of nature makes me curious about its mystery. Accompanied by grandma's lullaby and fantasy of childhood, I grew up in an immature childhood.

Go to school. Reading Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, I seem to see an old mother sitting at the window in the sunset, sewing clothes stitch by stitch, her eyes full of love and expectation. I read the affection from it, and also planted the seeds of gratitude in my young mind. Gong Zizhen "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud is more protective." I know the beauty of dedication. Read Wang Bo's, however, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. I learned the value of friendship. Read Wen Tianxiang's "Who has not died in life since ancient times? Learn the history of mental reflection". Let me understand that there are more important things for us to show besides life.

In the poem, I hold hands with ancient and modern times and talk to the world. I love poetry, deeply and eagerly.

Enter junior high school. Reading Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" made me understand that people should have lofty ideals and ambitions, be ambitious and cherish the world. Read Lu You's "There is no doubt in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village in the darkness". Tell me, the road to study is bumpy and tortuous. I want to face it bravely and dare to challenge. Only in this way can I see the rainbow. Reading Qu Yuan's "The Road is Long, Xiu Yuan is Xi, Xiu Yuan, I will go up and down to seek", I see that the road of life is tortuous and long, and we should have the spirit of perseverance and courage to explore. When I read poetry, I read that "life is a hero, and death is a hero." Heroic spirit; It says, "Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows." Tragic; I read, "Look at a thousand fingers, bow down and be a willing ox." Love and hate; I read that "the lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but still wants to protect the country and defend the country." Worried about the country.

If I wander in the ocean of poetry, its waves and coolness have invaded my heart and merged into my life.

Poetry grows with me. Composition 6 "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have frosted?"? . Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly thought of home. " This poem must be familiar to everyone, right? Yes, it's "Thinking about a Quiet Night" written by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Poetry, my partner since childhood, is everywhere in my life. From the time we babbled, our parents began to teach us to read and recite poems, but we didn't understand the meaning; After school, the teacher began to teach us word by word, let us know it, understand it and remember it.

Our family, teachers and schools are witnesses of our growth, and so are poems. It is everywhere in our life. It is always watching us silently and observing us somewhere in our life.

When we lament the passage of time, we will think of "an inch of time and an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time." When we regret that we didn't study hard at the beginning, we will think of "black hair doesn't know how to learn early, and it's a shame to learn late." When there are problems that can't be solved, after being explained by the teacher, we will think that "there is no way to solve the problem, and there is another village."

Because I will meet it in my life and think of it; Because it is everywhere in life, it will follow our footsteps and grow with us.

One of my favorite poems is "Song of Tomorrow": "Tomorrow is tomorrow, how many tomorrows, I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be in vain". Yes, tomorrow is infinite, but our life is limited; If you don't do things day by day, there will be bad consequences sooner or later.

For example, when I do my homework, I always put down my homework every weekend, play unscrupulously and think about tomorrow; I thought about having another holiday the next day, so I put it off again. I started to stay up late to do my homework on the last day, and the quality of my homework was not good. As a result, I can only wear two "panda eyes" to school the next day. Isn't this "I'm still alive tomorrow, and everything is in vain"?

Poetry is the guiding light for us to grow up, and poetry is a good partner for us to grow up; Poetry accompanies us to grow up healthily.

Poetry grows with me. In everyone's long life, there are always some things that bring you different streams. Some people love painting and calligraphy, others are obsessed with phonology, and in my life journey, only poems and songs accompanied me to grow up and gave me great influence.

Thinking of this, I can't help but recall my innocence as a child, lying on my back in front of the desk with such a bright line at the foot of the bed, suspecting that there was frost on the ground. Yes, I have been exposed to poetry since I was very young, a wonderful and novel thing. And he never gave up, always rippling in the long river of my life, always growing with me.

When I was a child, I read Wang's "Goose Fu" and felt that I was at least in the spring when the river thawed and the spring water rose. The white goose plays in the spring scenery above the flowing water and becomes a king, enjoying the beautiful scenery of early spring with white hair falling and green water and red palms clearing the waves. Poetry first entered my world.

I read Parting Du in primary school. How can I understand Wang Bo's "harmony without difference"? China keeps our friendship, while heaven is still our neighbor. What about the deep and heavy parting? But on second thought, Wang Boyuan sent his friends away and said goodbye to them again and again, but his eyes refused to leave for a long time, and his sincere friendship was clearly visible. Poetry is becoming more and more important in my world.

Although there is a lot of homework in junior high school, I still pay attention to reading some poems. After reading Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", I can't help but be shocked by his lofty aspirations. After reading Li Qingzhao's The Fisherman's Pride, I immediately reported to her that I still have a long way to go to learn poetry. Sad by the thoughts and helplessness of worrying about the country and the people; Reading Du Fu's Spring Hope, I can't help feeling sorry that three months after the war and a letter from home are worth a ton of gold. Sad with fear; When I read Wang Wei's Birding Creek, I was really fascinated by the poet's carefree mood and beautiful autumn scenery. In fact, every masterpiece of the ancients gave me different feelings and aesthetics, and poetry became my most sincere friend on the road of growing up, always accompanying me to grow up.

With the continuous growth of age and the continuous accumulation of learning tasks, my extracurricular time will be less and less, but I will not give up reading poems and appreciating words for this reason, because in my life, he has already become an indispensable part and will always grow with me.

At night, the sky was completely dark. In my sleep, I dreamed of returning to Wei and Jin Dynasties, visiting Tang poetry and Song poetry at night, reading and singing Yuan songs, slowly appreciating Qing literature, and growing up with time and poetry!