Poetry composition 600 words 1 Unit 6 The theme of the composition is knocking on the door of poetry. In order to let us know more about poetry, the teacher took us into the world of millions of people with poetry, and I also knew the importance of poetry.
At first, the teacher typed the classification of poems on the screen, and we also played a small game. Only then did we understand that there are so many kinds of poems: pastoral scenery, lyrical scenery and homesickness. Then, we enjoyed the teacher's doggerel. The teacher has the habit of keeping a diary. I like her diary best because it makes me feel deja vu.
Besides, we were once a little poet. Under the guidance of the teacher, I racked my brains to write a song to the alarm clock, the content of which I kept secret first, and the students wrote well. I remember someone wrote "To Xiao Qiang" and Zi Xuan wrote "Mountain Forest". She wrote the hazy features of the mountains in her own way. To my surprise, someone wrote a hateful homework, but I agree with it. This poem made the whole class laugh.
In the last remaining time, we discussed poetry together. After listening to my poem, they all thought that I wrote the nature of an alarm clock. We are still trying to recite ancient poems and discuss the fun together. Many interested students are still customizing their own poetry collections. Some students are drawing beautiful illustrations for their poems, while others are reciting ancient poems. We swim in the ocean of poetry together and feel the happiness and enlightenment brought by poetry.
The students still don't want to leave until class is over. Even after they left, they still remembered the happiness with poetry.
Through this comprehensive study, I got the classification of poetry. The teacher's poems let me know that poetry can also be very interesting. I used to know poetry was boring. Now that I have learned to write poetry, I must publish a collection of my own poems and songs in the future.
I have benefited a lot from this comprehensive study and will never forget it.
Last Friday, the teacher said that there would be a poetry reading. Everyone is very excited. Get ready at once. The teacher also said: "When reciting poems, you should not look at the book, but recite them by yourself." I thought: come on, it's not bad to get a progress award. So I prepared it casually.
In the afternoon, everyone entered the classroom excitedly, and I was no exception. But at first, my heart turned upside down.
First of all, Liang Dong came to the stage to recite. His poem was Bees. I saw him standing on the platform with a big smile on his face. At first glance, I knew that he was fully prepared. I saw him recite poems and do actions with his hands, which made us laugh.
When it was time for Chen, Chen stepped onto the platform, but he got off to a bad start and forgot his lines before he started reciting them. Then he smiled from ear to ear, as if someone had ordered him. We laughed too. I finally stopped laughing, but I forgot to laugh in the middle of my back. I don't know how many times I laughed before I finished reciting it.
The funniest recitation is of course Chen Shuyang's recitation. While reciting, he made all kinds of exaggerated movements. We laughed and leaned back and forth.
When it was my turn, I pretended to be calm, but I was really nervous. What a pity if you have a bad back.
When I started to recite, I found that I was more fluent and emotional than usual. When I finished reciting, there was a burst of applause below.
When I started voting, I broke out in a cold sweat, because I was also a humble person in my class, and I was afraid that I wouldn't even get the progress prize. But all this is beyond my expectation. I miraculously won the first prize. I jumped three feet for joy.
At this poetry reading, I learned a truth: anything can happen as long as you work hard.
The ancient Greeks thought: "Poetry hides all the secrets of a nation." I walked on the road of youth and read those beautiful words, perhaps not just to decipher secrets, but to find my inner voice.
I read Xiaoya, "I remember my past, and now I'm thinking, it's raining." I read Li Sao, "Make lotus flowers as clothes, and pick hibiscus as clothes." I read Nalan's words, "I don't know how old I am when I am drunk." ... I collected these golden sentences in one of my books, found and remembered them, and became my daily necessities.
I have nothing to do in my spare time. I dug out my pamphlet and read it carefully. I carefully selected them, baby. I heard them singing and telling stories in a low voice. Sometimes, I think that these beautiful words may be lost in glorious history, and I am the one who picks them, collects them and tastes them.
It can be said that these poems have become a part of my life. I keep a diary and write my own sentences every day. A book is tender and a piece of paper is folded. In the story of the years, it was dyed with agarwood. They not only refreshed my life, but also refreshed my heart for knowledge and sensibility.
A year of winter, spring, summer and autumn, a day of dusk, every grass and tree has feelings, and every river and stone has sincerity. Perhaps described in poetic language is life and beauty. It can be simple, immortal, ordinary and sublime. I saw my mood flying with the poem. Perhaps the surface is calm and indifferent, but the heart has been dancing with poetry with joy and melancholy; Although you may be independent, at this time you can travel and meet the ancients. This is my art of life, and poetry brings me happiness and freedom.
I said, I may not be able to dig out the vastness and secrets of China culture, but I can spy on my heart at the tip of the iceberg.
Poetry makes the heart more beautiful!
Reading 600-word poems is a pleasure, and we can get pleasure from it; Reading poetry is a pleasure, and we can gain real knowledge through it. I read poetry, I am happy, and I make friends with poetry!
My mother bought a set of children's educational cards since I was a child. From "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, then sinking, and suddenly I remembered home" to "When it rained, spring came" and then to "Being a hero and dying as a ghost" ... These ancient poems brought me into a magical and magnificent world.
Now, I still like ancient poems, such as Li Bai's "Look, how the water of the Yellow River moved out of the sky and entered the ocean, never to return", which made me see the magnificent rolling Yellow River rushing forward, how spectacular! From Qin Guan's all loves, Peach Blossom Red, Plum Blossom White and Cauliflower Yellow, I saw all the love scenes. All kinds of flowers compete with each other, and you won't let me, and I won't let you. From Wen Tianxiang, Who hasn't died in life since ancient times? I can see the patriotic feelings of the poet who is not afraid of death and regrets for the country. ...
If I only knew poetry when I was a child, it was after I came into contact with China Poetry Conference that I made friends with it and loved poetry more. There are many topics about poetry in China Poetry Conference, which can not only increase our knowledge, but also let us know many "talents" in the field of poetry.
In the third season of "Chinese Poetry Conference", what impressed me the most was the takeaway brother-Ray. Lei is a post-80s generation, but he doesn't look young, because of the special job of taking out food in the wind and rain. 13 years ago, Ray fell in love with poetry, but his salary was so low that he didn't have enough money to buy books. So he recited poems in the bookstore, then went home and wrote them silently, and then recited them after he finished. I admire this spirit of hard work. Hard work pays off, and he finally won the third season of the Chinese Poetry Conference.
Looking back on my attitude towards poetry, I have hardly recited any other poems except those asked by the teacher in class. Compared with thunder, it is really shameful. From now on, I will solemnly hold up the ancient poetry book, wander in poetry, explore in poetry, fantasize in poetry and keep company with poetry.
I read poetry, I am happy, and poetry will always accompany me and never give up!
Today, I participated in the "Ode to a Red Candle in September" poetry reading contest and won the first prize. I made it!
I reflect on this week's training, hey ... boring, boring and bitter. Teachers and classmates recommended me, and I became familiar with the manuscript. I got up at six in the morning and began to recite. Recite after lunch and finish your homework after school in the afternoon. I memorized it in one day. I memorized the manuscript and began to practice reading out my feelings. Let the whole family be judges when I finish my homework every day, and I will try my best to read it as if I were taking part in a competition. For the first time, my parents picked out many shortcomings for me, but I was not discouraged at all. I asked my parents to give me some guidance. I read it again as they said. My mother said, "the feeling of reading aloud is not bad, but the facial feeling is poor." I should smile and move a little. " After listening to my mother's words, I practice my mouth and movements in front of the big mirror every day after school. I practiced over and over again, watching my expression until I was satisfied, and then I called my parents and performed for them. They all said it was almost enough.
The official competition starts on Friday afternoon. I arrived at school one hour earlier than usual, and I was lucky to get the second place. The game starts at 2 pm on the school TV station. We contestants are waiting outside, and whoever is called will go in. When I wait, I feel like fifteen buckets of water-so anxious, I hope to call me later. It's my turn at last, but I'm not nervous at all. Pushing open the door, I saw that the competition site was full of judges and teachers. I strode to the camera and recited calmly. After the recitation, the judges and teachers applauded warmly. I thought to myself: it worked!
The contestants have finished reciting, and the judges and teachers began to award prizes according to the selection results. At this time, I was more nervous than when I was studying, and I almost held my breath and listened. When I heard the host loudly announce that the first place was Class Four (1). I couldn't help jumping up, and then I heard "yeah!" Oh, that's from our class.
In a colorful life, there will always be several unique competitions, such as: military training competitions; Olympic mathematics competition; Running competition ... 1 1 month 13 in the afternoon, our class held a poetry competition in groups. This competition is divided into two parts: compulsory questions and rushing questions.
The game started in full swing, and our group was far ahead in the first link.
It's time for an answer. As soon as the question came out, I stood up and rushed to answer it. But when I finished reading the topic, I was stunned. The topic is: "Please say four epigrams." I had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer, "Hmm-Xijiangyue." I thought hard for a while, but I still couldn't figure it out, so I had to sit down with my face flushed. My throat is like a needle prick, which makes me feel terrible: not only did I not give extra points to the group, but I also made a fool of myself. I will definitely refuel next time.
The game continued in full swing. At this time, we were stumped by a question: "Excuse me, who is the word' hungry for pork and thirsty for Hun blood' and what is it?" There was silence in the classroom, and the air seemed to solidify. I put my hand on my forehead for a while and scratched my scalp for a while; Hold your chin in your hand for a while; I closed my eyes and thought for a while: I seem to have heard this sentence somewhere. I have recited the first few sentences, but who wrote them? At this time, the amiable teacher Wu reminded us: "This was written by a famous anti-gold hero in the Southern Song Dynasty." As soon as I heard it, it suddenly dawned on me: in fact, those two words were written by Yue Fei, but where did they come from? Uh-oh, by the way, I remember, they are from the sentence of man Jiang Hong. I was overjoyed, as if I were stepping on a cloud of happiness. So, I stood up with confidence and said forcefully, "It's from Yue Fei's" Man Jiang Hong "." Teacher Wu nodded and helped our group get extra points. At this time, I was so excited that I finally did my part for our group, yeah!
From this, I understand that when encountering difficulties, we should face them bravely and don't shrink back, because "difficulties are like springs." Weak is strong, and strong is weak. "