A few days ago, the school held a poetry reading contest with the theme of "The motherland is in my heart". I am honored that Ye Huixin and others represent our class in the competition.
After our hard training and hard teaching, my reading ability has been greatly improved and my feelings are rich. On the day of the game, our hearts were like fifteen buckets of water-seven ups and eight downs. The Chinese teacher encouraged us to say, "Don't be nervous, just think of it as our usual contact time." Hearing this sentence, my nervous heart relaxed a lot. When I entered the team room, I saw a sea of people in the team room, which was very boiling. The judges sit in the first row, behind which there are many class teams and a set camera. Only after Captain Nie spoke did we know that we were the second spokesman.
I was nervous at first, but after watching the speeches in previous classes, I was not nervous at all. Because everyone speaks with a manuscript, some look at it from time to time, and some look at the manuscript, which makes my hanging heart much easier.
It was our turn to make a speech, and we walked onto the stage happily. We got a good score of 9.82 with a loud voice and rich emotions, and tied for the first place with Class 6, Grade 5. There was only one first place, so we played again. Because we were very excited and nervous, we got stuck in the middle and got 9.80 points. The results of Class 6, Grade 5 shocked us very much. They scored 9.90 points, and the applause immediately thundered. Class 6, Grade 5 won the first place, but due to a moment's negligence, we won the second place. Looking at the golden trophy in the hands of Class 6, Grade 5, I cast envious eyes.
Although we only won the second place, we tried our best, we tried!
Through this competition, I understand how my mother came over these six years, so I love my motherland more. Looking at the present motherland and thinking about the former motherland, I can't help but admire the rapid development and changes of the motherland!
China is a country of poetry. From the famous Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan songs to modern poetry with free and easy writing, people can't help applauding. While studying ancient poetry and modern poetry, we also know the difference between them-ancient poetry has a relatively fixed language form and strict prosody requirements, while modern poetry is more novel and creative than ancient poetry in form and image. Haha, now I finally understand why short ancient poems are so difficult to understand. Now, I really admire great poets for writing such concise and wonderful poems! In order to enrich students' extracurricular knowledge, the teacher asked us to look for many poems after class and read them in class, which also made us really walk into the temple of poetry and feel the wonderful realm of poetry.
Besides, we have also become once little poets. I wrote an article "Little Turtle", which was read by the teacher as a model essay and praised by teachers and classmates. Students write well, too. Chen Qiqi's poem "The Star" is very childlike, and the vivid language makes us feel the naughty and lovely little star. Zhu Lili's poem Cake expresses her mother's concern for her and her sincere gratitude and deep love for her mother. This is very touching and won the unanimous approval of the students. We also write our own poems on small cards. Exquisite cards represent our innocence and dreams. The poems written by children on colored cards are so wonderful in the first capital. We sit quietly, listen to others' affectionate recitation, swim in the ocean of poems together, and feel the enlightenment brought by one poem after another.
After class, we also showed our collected poetry knowledge and asked each other questions, which made our recess full of fun. Many interested students began to write poems, and some students were ingenious. They cooperate with students who draw well and provide them with beautiful illustrations. After class, we get together and share the infinite fun that poetry brings us.
The activity ended with our reluctance. However, interesting children's poems and fun-filled poems created by classmates are deeply imprinted in our memory, which reminds us of this charming poem and its influence from time to time. Ah! Poetry, you are really something, I am proud of you!
Reading 600-word poems is a kind of enjoyment, from which we can have fun; Reading poetry is a kind of enjoyment, from which we can gain true knowledge. I read poetry, I am happy, and I make friends with poetry!
Since I was a child, my mother bought me a set of children's puzzle cards. From "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and it sank again, and I suddenly remembered my 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 "Don't you see how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean and never comes back", which makes me see the magnificence of the Yellow River rolling forward, so spectacular! From Qin Guan's "Little Full Garden Spring, Peach Blossom Red, Plum Blossom White, Cauliflower Yellow", I saw all the love scenes, all kinds of flowers compete with each other, and you won't let me or I won't let you. From Wen Tianxiang's Who Has Not Died Since Ancient Times, I can see the patriotic feelings of the poet who is not afraid of death and sighs for his 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 poetry and loved it more. There are many topics about poetry in the Chinese 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 his special job of delivering food in the wind and rain. 13 years ago, Ray fell in love with poetry, but his salary was too low, and he didn't have enough money to buy books. So he recited poems in the bookstore, wrote them silently when he got home, and recited them after he recited them. 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 what the teacher asked me to do in class. Compared with thunder, it is really shameful. From now on, I will solemnly hold up the book of ancient poetry, roam 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!
I always miss a river in my heart. It often flows into my dreamland in the dim moonlight night, leaving the cold and moving slowly. The boat is dotted with my dreams with distant and melodious songs.
I've never seen it in the real world. It's like a real dream. It's far away, it's illusory, and when I think about it, my heart is astringent and sweet. Qinhuai River bears many expectations and sorrows!
Many years ago, the arrogance and luxury of a decadent dynasty contributed to its prosperity. After the crowing, how many crises, lamentations and endless loneliness of literati lurk. When the eight beauties of Qinhuai gradually withdrew with social unrest and adhered to national integrity, Qinhuai River left only a silent history.
"In the old days, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. "After many ups and downs, Qinhuai River still flows quietly and never looks back, silently taking away the bleak decline. The grass and willows by the river are growing, and the vitality highlights the loneliness of people going to the building. But Qinhuai River will not be lost. In addition to watering the ancient city of Jinling, it has already been kneaded into poetry. It is recited in poetry and remembered in songs.
How many literati and poets have expressed their homesickness in heartfelt songs, drank cups of desolation, covered their sad tears with wanton smiles, and the lively crowd on their backs sank to the bottom of the river. The singer who laughs every day will also pour out her heart to the river in front of her, and two lines of clear tears mixed with powder will flow freely into the river. In addition, their helplessness will also be integrated into the poem "Business women don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing the backyard flowers across the river".
The Qinhuai River in the poem is full of sounds, and it sings beautiful legends and deep meditation. It breeds a cold loess, contemplating "six generations of prosperity, dark and low tide." It is like a melancholy poet, more like a lonely dancer, interpreting the ups and downs of history with graceful dance.
I can't forget the soft paddle sound of Qinhuai River and the gorgeous stories in the light shadow.
Poetry composition 600 words and 5 faint white clouds, whose sadness is embellished?
The faint flute, whose waiting is lonely?
Burning red leaves, who warms the thoughts?
The plan of the year lies in autumn, and it is the season of missing again.
Time, with its irresistible gesture, ran over the memory in my mind.
The happiness of childhood is gone as time goes by, just like running water.
Everything that flutters with the wind is a beautiful loss.
Some memories are fragmented and drift away with the wind before you know it.
Leave no trace, but it will remain in the depths of memory forever.
As long as I miss this season, I will think of it.
In this busy city and this noisy street, it will always be a pure land in my heart.
I still remember the spring-like days and carefree life.
Those vows, those games.
The places I have wandered, the songs I have sung, and the lovely and childish faces.
I like sunshine among branches, blue sky and burning red leaves.
The stars are twinkling bit by bit.
Those lush years, like flowers blooming all the way, hover in my mind.
It is also deeply branded in my heart.
Although time will take away fleeting time.
Although life alternates between cold and hot summer season after season.
Although the pale youth has gradually passed away
I will still miss with faint sadness and refuse to forget with memory.
Because I know
Some people may regret it in the blink of an eye.
Some things are doomed to be forever as soon as they turn around.
The world is big, convergence and separation are staged every day. Maybe you or I will be next.
In this world, people always come and go.
Maybe it's a stranger you don't know, maybe it's a relative around you.
therefore
I choose to cherish what I have now.
I am willing to keep smiling and recall the past or the past.
Some people say that it is best to have a faint feeling, and it is better to look at it in the distance.
I said, after many years, the memory is still the deepest.
Time is like a rosary, slipping day after day, strung day after month.
Facing the passage of time
What are we going to do? What can we do?
Remember the happy yesterday, live a precious today and look forward to a better tomorrow!
In our time, there is no trace of poetry in a poetic composition of 600 words.
Their homes are dusty bookshelves in bookstores, neglected bookshelves or dark and damp warehouses.
The bookshelves marked "best sellers" in big letters are filled with rows of modern novels. After a while, there will be staff to add goods.
In the hands of customers, there is not a collection of poems in the book basket.
Of course, the novel is rich in content and bizarre in plot, specially designed and arranged according to people's tastes at present, and it is very appetizing. That's why we won everyone's heart.
But where is the nutrition?
Poetry is a short and pithy style, but it contains more profound truth than some complete sets of books tell us. However, such a profound style is divorced from our current life and abandoned by billions of people.
Pathetic.
It's pathetic.
According to Lao Han, she used to be a lover of poetry. In the early 1980s, children as old as us all liked to learn poetry. Young people, when they hear that a poet is going to give a lecture on poetry, they will listen in a hurry. But now, children don't like reading poetry, and even hate poetry. Of course, this is not entirely their fault. Because there are no good poems to read to them now. What young people are scrambling to see is no longer a poem lecture by a writer, but a concert and meeting between this star and that star. These people are willing to pay thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan for a concert, but they are not willing to spend tens of dollars on a collection of poems. People's hearts have changed. Reading is no longer a pleasure, but a torture. Those vulgar things, vulgar things, have become enjoyment. They do have some happiness, but it's only temporary. True happiness is what knowledge brings to people.
This is an era without poetry.
People have long forgotten poetry.
Has it ever occurred to anyone,
Is poetry really gone forever?
Free bird, take me to see the world! Listen to the students' songs. -inscription
What is freedom?
Sleep late on weekends. A week's hard work, the fatigue of running around, getting up early and getting greedy for the dark, staying up late and losing sleep, and being busy outside are all over. On weekends without tasks, sleeping in for free is more comfortable than anything else. No matter what time it is, no matter who is looking for it, just be quiet, have a beautiful dream, enjoy the sunshine and listen to the birds singing when you wake up. My mind has relaxed.
This is the most pristine freedom.
What I long for is the freedom to do whatever I want.
This is a journey that the soul longs for.
Freedom is the snow on the top of the mountain. I will go to Tibet to see the sacred Huihong in Potala Palace. I will watch endless glaciers, listen to banners rolling and watch clouds rolling and relaxing. I will hear the voice of chanting Buddha in the snowy plateau and baptize my soul in the holy land.
Freedom is a mountain stream. I will walk into a quiet mountain forest and feel the breath of the forest. I will pick dewdrops in the morning and glow in the evening. Maybe, I will hear the songs of animals. They sang streams and flowers, leading me to stop by the river. There will be broken sunshine on my body, stained with the fragrance of the earth. In the mountains, there is no noise, but there is singing. Song of freedom, poem of freedom.
This is my freedom.
But that's not all I ask.
I'm going to visit the beautiful scenery in my dream, the snow in Changbai Mountain, the willow in West Lake, the moon in Sichuan and the sand in the desert ... I'm going to see the world, the fantastic scenery in the sea, the exotic customs, the different foods and the songs in Yuan Ye ... I'm going to see the whole world.
This is freedom.
A leaf falls with the wind, which is the freedom of the leaf.
A Mao Mao rain drenched the world, when the rain was free.
Freedom is a song in my heart.
Life needs rules, labor and freedom.
Dance with the wind, tread the waves and sing. Freedom is to create everything, bring beautiful things to the world, and live yourself.
Health requires tension and hard work; Living needs freedom.
Without the true liberation of the mind, how can we talk about life?
Where my heart goes, I'm on the other side.
Life needs freedom.
Life needs freedom.
I
Never want to lose my freedom.
Love life, love freedom and love the world!
There is always something to accompany you and walk with you on the road of life, and I am no exception.
Poetry is my friend. She always accompanied me along the way and taught me a lot of knowledge. Since I had her, I am no longer lonely.
Poetry of the four seasons
When I was young, I was full of curiosity about the four seasons, but poetry gave me a perfect answer.
I saw the vitality of spring from "several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud".
I saw the liveliness and fun of summer from the story that "the river has just exposed its sharp corners and dragonflies have long stood on it".
From "The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and the wild geese in Hengyang go unnoticed", I see the bleak and magnificent autumn.
From "like a strong wind in spring, blowing at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", I saw the snow in winter.
Thrifty poetry
I was in the second grade of primary school, and I was always fidgeting when eating, so my mother said to me, ""
Eating is as serious as studying. You always eat the slowest. "So, I shoveled hard plane, rice scattered all over the floor.
At this time, the poem told me: "Who knows that every grain is hard?" Since then, I have always been careful when eating, for fear that every naughty boy will jump out of the bowl.
Poetry of learning
In the third grade of primary school, my grades are dropping, but I am still very playful. At this time, the poem told me that "if a teenager doesn't work hard, the old man will be sad" and "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time". After that, I dare not relax and study hard.
Gratitude poems
I'm in the second day of junior high school, and I have one exam after another. I am overwhelmed by the pressure of study. My mother talks with me and helps me to relieve the pressure of study. Every day when I lift the quilt, she never forgets to quietly cover it for me.
Every time I talk back to her, he always tells me patiently. This poem laments that "the poor inherit the wind" and "the thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body". I can't help crying! Decided to repay spring.
Poetry of inspiration
The third grade is an important turning point in my life. I was nervous, but I actually failed the exam. This poem said to me: "One day I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea." So I pulled myself together.
Poetry is my friend and my teacher. Accompany me through every spring and autumn along the way. I would like to walk with poetry all the way!