A poem about walking into 1 What are the poems describing "exploration"?

1, the road is long, and it is Xiu Yuan, so I will go up and down. Qu Yuan's Li Sao

On the road of pursuing truth, the road ahead is still long, but I will persevere and spare no effort to pursue and explore.

But as long as you go up a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles. Don Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Hotel.

If you want to see the scenery of Wan Li, you must climb a higher tower.

3. Yu and the four men rushed in with fire. The deeper they go, the harder it is to get in and the more strange it is. Travel notes of song-Wang Anshi

I walked in with four people with torches. The deeper I go, the harder it is to move forward and the more wonderful I see.

4, the trip to the sun and the moon, if it comes from it; Xinghan is brilliant, if you get out of it; I am very happy to use this poem to express my inner wishes. Three Kingdoms —— Cao Cao's View of the Sea

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to emanate from this vast ocean. The Milky Way galaxy is full of stars, as if it were produced from this vast ocean. I am very happy, so I use this poem to express my inner ambition.

5. The canal is required to be so clear, because there is flowing water at the source. Song Zhu Xi's Reading Thought

Why is the water in that square pond so clear? This is because there is an inexhaustible water source that continuously delivers living water to it.

6, the ancients learned nothing, suitable for all ages. What you get on paper is superficial, and you never know what you have to do. Song Lu You's Reading on a Winter Night, Zi Yu

The ancients spared no effort in learning, and often did not achieve anything until they were old. After all, the knowledge gained from books is not perfect. If you want to understand the truth deeply, you must practice it yourself.

2. Walk into classical poetry

Will you please write the question clearly in the future?

Send someone to travel to the east.

Wen tingjun song

The ancient fortress is covered with yellow leaves,

You insist on giving up this place where you lived.

There is a strong wind blowing at Hanyang Ferry.

The sunrise lit up the top of Yingmen Mountain.

Who will stay in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River for me,

After your lonely boat enters the end of the sky? .

I keep asking you when we'll meet again,

When we soften the pain of farewell with wine glasses.

Farewell General Yan at the station.

Tang dufu

Send you away from here, green hills and empty air, double parting. When can we raise our glasses again? We walked in the moonlight last night.

People in every county praised you and couldn't bear to leave you. How glorious it is that you are in the Three Dynasties. Send you away and I'll go back to Jiangcun village and spend the rest of my life alone.

The rain in the morning moistens the dust of the land, the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. (Wang: "Send Yuan Er with Addendum")

Goodbye in Tang dynasty

I got off the horse, toasted you and asked where you were going and why.

You said you went back to live in Zhongnanshan because you were not satisfied with your life.

Just left, I want to ask again, see if the white clouds are drifting endlessly.

Parting with New Changling at Furong Inn

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely to the infinite sorrow of Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, stick to the faith!

Yulinling Song Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

All the accounts are in no mood. I miss that place. The blue boat ruined my hair.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears filled my eyes, until finally there was nothing to say, and a thousand words choked in my throat.

I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.

Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I hope that even in good weather and beautiful scenery, it will exist in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Sorry, I have no plans. But it doesn't matter.

~ work together ~

I want to be close to your heart.

Have a crush on sb

Author: Liu Mang (pen name)

I want to walk into your heart and be your confidant and confidant;

I would like to walk into your heart and share my dreams and memories.

I will walk into your heart to eliminate strangeness and hostility;

I will walk into your heart and feel sad and happy;

I look forward to walking into your heart and staying in your heart.

I will walk into your heart and capture your heart and joy;

I beg to come into your heart and play and live with you;

This is my wishful thinking. And you don't know.

I want to walk into your heart, curtains can't be hung;

I am willing to walk into your heart, and reason is very alert to that door;

I will walk into your heart, reserved and shy;

I will walk into your heart and become a stranger.

I hope to walk into your heart, easy to reverse and easy to recover is the most changeable;

I will walk into your heart, why can't I want to avoid it;

I am afraid to walk into your heart, and the probability of success is very low;

It takes courage to succeed, and it is useless to give up halfway.

I want to walk into your heart and face difficulties and hardships together;

I am willing to walk into your heart and share responsibilities and obligations;

I will walk into your heart, bright and sunny;

I will walk into your heart for a long time;

I look forward to walking into your heart, being tolerant, caring and considerate;

I will walk into your heart and smile happily;

I can walk into your heart and feel the world deeply;

Smile and become a partner, and life has entered a new field.

I want to walk into your heart and live and die together;

I would like to walk into your heart, through thick and thin;

I will walk into your heart and care for each other;

When you succeed, I will walk into your heart and support you;

I look forward to walking into your heart, ordinary scenery is always suitable;

I will definitely walk into your heart, full of energy and radiant;

I am willing to walk into your heart, and a happy marriage is intimate;

Spend your life wholeheartedly, love comes first.

Step 4 write poetry

Walking into poetry is like walking into another world, arousing our curiosity. Every poem has artistic conception, and every word has its own unique words. Since the first poem appeared in the world, poetry has become the spokesman of culture. This comprehensive study "Knocking on the Door of Poetry" also makes us better understand the understanding of poetry.

There is a saying that language is not only used for communication, but also for feeling. Perhaps the most beautiful thing in the world is not flowers, nature, blue sky or ocean. ...

A poem can bloom gorgeous flowers, feel the freshness of nature, discover the vastness like the blue sky and learn the knowledge like the ocean. Poetry is another unique way of our language expression. Walking on the moonlit forest path, I felt that "the sound was so low that no one could hear it except my partner Mingyue." Or boating on the lake and watching the blossoming lotus flowers, thinking that "the lotus leaves are infinitely bright every other day, and the colors of the lotus flowers are different every other day." Sometimes, if you carefully observe every scene around you, you may find a poem in it. Feel every artistic conception, and maybe you can sing the words hidden in your heart.

Poetry tells me that if you don't work hard when you are young, learning will be futile when you are old. Remind us to cherish time; Poetry tells me that I can't recognize the true colors of Lushan Mountain because I am there. Teach us to know the truth and the whole picture of things; Poetry tells me that every time I suffer a loss, I will learn a lesson and increase my intelligence. Let us understand the truth of learning from failure. ...

I remember when I was a child, I was often forced by my grandfather to recite ancient poems. At that time, I was too naive and hated ancient poetry. Now I know that my accumulation of ancient poetry has completely lost to other students. I get very little from ancient poems, because when I recite poems, I just recite the words that I swallowed, and I never remember the meaning of ancient poems. I want to tell you that ancient poetry is not boring. Don't look at the surface boldness of Chinese characters, as long as you understand them carefully, you will find their beauty. Let's walk into the door of poetry and come to this colorful poetry garden!

5. Go into the creation of ancient poetry

China is a country with a long history and a vast territory since ancient times, and it is also very accomplished in the cultural field.

Among them, ancient poetry is an outstanding representative. He was fascinated by the famous ancestors, lingering for a long time, and wrote a peerless masterpiece that will last forever, which made future generations worship and become a grand view in the history of Chinese civilization. The bright sunshine fills the blue sky, and the spring breeze blows slowly in the air, blowing on my cheeks. I took a sip of my green tea, spread out the delicacies on the table, strolled through ancient poems, including English chewing, and started another new journey of accepting the baptism of beauty.

As soon as I stepped into the threshold, I saw a lush lawn, but the fairies in the peony, daffodils, roses and blue roses planted on both sides were dying and crumbling. I was very surprised. I saw a weak woman walking in front of me. She sank into the wild goose and was ashamed of flowers. She cried and said, "flowers are flying all over the sky. If the fragrance disappears, who will pity me?" ~ ~ ~ As soon as spring is over, people will die, and people will die when the flowers fall! " After listening to it, it was original, but I cried and wrote this poem so sadly. It was full of love and poetry, just like a delicate girl singing a peerless song by the river.

I walked forward while wiping my tears. In a short time, I walked into the ancient temple with high sunshine and towering trees. After many twists and turns, lush flowers and trees came to Houchan Temple. I saw Yuan Kai's Jinshi often chanting: "The birds here live with the mountain light, while people's thoughts touch the peace in the pool. Everything here is silent, but the bell rings. "

There is a scene in the poem, which is extraordinary and refreshing. I seem to have entered an isolated situation, my heart is free from distractions and impetuousness, and my soul has been purified and sublimated. I climbed Feilai Peak at the southern foot of Lingyin Mountain with a sincere heart, and a loud voice cut through the misty peak: "I am at the highest place, not afraid of clouds covering my eyes."

The complacency in the poem has given me a lofty ambition full of confidence in the future and an ambition that is not afraid of difficulties. After going down the mountain, I went to the busiest market again. Although there is no silence in the mountains, I also have another feeling of drunkenness. At the fair, the spirit of "heavy snow presses the pine, and the pine stands upright" is the tenacity of always having a just heart; The memory of "Xiting always remembers the setting sun, and I don't know the way home", and the good wishes of "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles together" are also scrambling. They challenge setbacks in adversity, "One day I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea"; There is also a broad and selfless mind, "there are ten thousand buildings in Taiping, and the poor people in the world are happy", which always inspires future generations to show their talents and skills in the market.

Walking out of the market, I passed a small arch bridge and saw the Golden Gate. There are several striking Chinese characters written on the doorplate: Poetry! This is a peerless flower blooming in the dust.

Poetry is a magnificent treasure of China for five thousand years, and ancient poetry is a wonderful embodiment of our ancestors' lyric wishes! Walk into ancient poetry, into your heart, look for the light of wisdom, and face life bravely! "In a flash, it was glittering. When I opened my eyes, I sat at my desk. It was still a collection of ancient poems, and it was still a breeze. I sipped my tea again if I wanted to nod.

6. It is best to write a composition with the topic of "Approaching Poetry" within ten minutes.

Walk into poetry

Once upon a time, I was a layman in poetry. I don't know what to do, but I can only say, "There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted?" "I only know famous artists such as Li Bai and Du Fu, but I don't know those vast works. I only remember that ancient poetry is divided into three forms: Tang poetry, Song poetry and Yuanqu, but I don't know their artistic conception and charm.

When poetry appeared in high school textbooks and there was an extra task of accumulating ancient poems in my homework, I finally got to know something about poetry, but I still only stayed on the surface and remembered the sentences of poetry, and didn't write down many profound thoughts and meanings of poetry.

I always thought poetry was extremely simple, but this time my naive idea was completely broken. Our activity task is to have classes by ourselves. I was assigned this task. As a teacher, my heart is pounding for the first time. It's finally my turn to go on stage. To be honest, I am not fully prepared and have no experience this time. I'm nervous, my legs are shaking, and my class is not so good. When the teacher expressed his opinion, my face turned into a big apple, and my understanding of ancient poetry was so superficial. A short poem of 16 words has so many endless meanings between the lines. It seems that a poem with only a few dozen words is more profound than a long article.

This is like opening a window, and the light of poetry shines into my heart. I no longer look at it with the perfunctory eyes before, but observe it with the eyes that discover beauty. It is no longer a rigid role, but a lively spirit: either deep and bright; Or elegant and indifferent; Still lively. They magically entered my imagination, just like a starry sky. I have read many unheard-of poems and appreciated their gorgeous words or profound thoughts. Through those words, I saw a strange new world, an imaginary world, which is the kingdom of poetry and the world of poetry.

Open the door of mystery and swim in the ocean of poetry. Endless imagination is my sail. I shed inspiration on the words, making writing poetry such a thing that once seemed out of reach and unattainable become a reality.

Poetry is the precipitation of our human culture, which has opened my long forgotten imagination. I would like to walk with poetry forever and accompany it.

7. Poetry in harmony with nature

1, grow in a cage and return to nature.

Tao Yuanming, a Wei and Jin poet, wrote the original poem "Returning to the Garden, Part I", which has no proper rhyme. His nature loves autumn mountains. I slipped into the official career network and have been away from the game for more than ten years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humble nature.

There are about ten acres of land around the house, and there are thatched huts. The willow trees in front of the hospital cover the eaves, and the peaches and plums are full.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by the rooster.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and some quiet rooms look comfortable and leisurely. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

When I was young, I didn't adapt to the secular character, and I was born to love natural scenery. It has been more than ten years since I fell into the trap of official career and left the countryside in the blink of an eye.

Birds in cages miss the forest where they once lived, and fish in ponds miss the deep pools where they once played. I am willing to open up wasteland in Yuan Ye in the south, and then go home to farm according to my stupid idea.

In Fiona Fang, there are more than ten acres of land around the house, and there are 89 huts and huts. Elms and willows covered the back eaves, and peach and plum trees were planted neatly in front of the house.

Houses in neighboring villages are faintly visible in the distance, and smoke from kitchen chimneys is floating over the village. Several dogs barked in the deep streets, and cocks kept crowing at the top of mulberry trees.

There are no worldly chores in the courtyard, and there is enough comfort and leisure in the quiet room. Trapped in a cage for a long time without freedom, I finally returned to Forest Mountain today.

2. In the music of the city fair, there is a kind of total exchange grass. Tao Yuanming, a poet in Wei and Jin Dynasties, wrote the original poem "Returning to the Garden and Being Second". There are few people in Shan Ye, and there are few people in poor lanes.

This day is still Chai Men closed, isolating the pure mind from vulgar thoughts. Often set foot in remote villages and leave grass for each other.

When we meet, we don't talk about the world. We just talk about the gardens planted in Sang Ma. My field Sang Ma grows higher and higher, and my cultivated land expands day by day.

I am always worried that crops will wither like shrubs when it suddenly comes to frost. Living in the countryside rarely makes friends with people, and there are few cars and horses in remote alleys.

During the day, Chai Men is closed, and all worldly thoughts are rejected in a quiet room. After the slack season, I go to the fields from time to time, poke the grass away and associate with farmers at will.

Don't talk about worldly things after meeting, just talk about the growth of mulberry mother in rural areas. Sang Ma in the field is growing taller and taller, and the area of land I cultivate is also expanding.

I often worry that frost and snow will suddenly come and crops will wither like weeds. 3. Yi Long is not official, and all the clothes were returned to the forest.

From the original poem "Give, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post, post and post" written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, the crane flew to heaven and Nanjing visited Gao Shi. Five clouds are in the fairy mountain, and the fruit is thin.

Leave your hometown and hide in your door. The son of heaven is divided into jade and silk, and hundreds of officials answer the words.

When splashing ink, there are wonderful works to explore the mystery. On the poor heaven, thousands of spring secret forest pavilion.

Yi Long was not officially bound, and his clothes were sent back to the forest. I also went to Jinma, where the vines like it very much.

Where is acacia? The laurel tree has reached its zenith. The crane sent me a gobbledygook to visit the master in Nanjing.

There are many colorful clouds on the top of Xi 'an Mountain. Sure enough, you live in seclusion here. Say goodbye to my hometown with dignity and walk into Chai Men in high spirits.

The son of heaven gave you jade and silk, and hundreds of officials rushed to talk to you. You fly like a fly, with a magnificent appearance, exploring the mysteries of heaven and earth, and your words are magical.

The works are profound and profound, and the poor people are poor; You can stay in the secret cupboard for generations. You refused to accept the official position of the emperor, patted your sleeves and went back to the mountains to live in seclusion.

I also bid farewell to the mountains from the Golden Horse Gate in Hanlin. Loving Shan Ye is our common hobby. Where is our ideal state? Cinnamon trees at the top of Qingyun Mountain.

4, reading the leaves of the forest for change, sitting and showing Watson. The original poem "The Night of Xijiang River" by Zhang Jiuling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Where are the people at night?"

Long and spacious, I long for my hometown. Foreign objects are quiet and undisturbed, and the flow is clear.

Thinking of returning to the forest and changing leaves, worrying about sitting and revealing Watson. Tingzhou crane is still there, and the night rings at first.

Where have all the old friends gone in the long night? Sail slowly in the blue jathyapple. The sky is vast and far away, and I miss my hometown more and more sadly.

The scenery outside is carefree, and the clear river flows freely. Thinking about how many spring and autumn have changed in the forest when I came home, I sat in the silent night with homesickness, letting the cold dew grow and wet my sleeves.

There is also a white crane on the sandbar in the middle of the river, which suddenly crows at the parting of night and dawn, which makes people secretly frightened. 5. Try your best to sell books and ask the boss.

The original poem "Accompany Zheng Guangwen to Visit Jiang Junlin" is excerpted from the poem "Accompany Zheng Guangwen to Visit Jiang Junlin" written by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It is surrounded by bamboos and hedges open late. There are no horses in the whirlpool, but snakes are hidden in the vines.

Words are useless, and mountains are not on credit. Try your best to sell books and ask your boss.

The rest of the water is broken in Cangjiang River and the rest of the mountain is broken in Jieshi. The green wind folds bamboo shoots, and the red rain blooms plum blossoms.

Silver armour is used to fly kites and goldfish is used to hold wine. You can walk around and sit on raspberry moss without sweeping.

Tall green bamboos are connected by houses, and flowers wither under sparse fences. The whirlpool of rice milling is deep enough to accommodate horses, and the vines are bent to hide snakes and insects.

Although I am good at writing lyrics, I have no financial interests. It is estimated that the day of seclusion in the mountains is not far away. Why don't you sell all the books and classics and live in seclusion with you?

The pond in the garden is like Cangjiang River, and the rockery is made of mined Jieshi. The wind blew off the green bamboo shoots and the branches hung low; It rained, nourishing the red berries and blooming.

Silver nails are used to play guzheng, and goldfish ornaments worn with you can be used for drinking. In high spirits, there is no need to sweep the yard. Let's sit on raspberry moss and have a drink at will.