In our daily study, work and life, we have all come into contact with some classic poems to some extent. The poetic language is concise and rich in meaning, with the characteristics of conciseness and jumping. There are many kinds of poems. What kind of poems have you seen? The following are 9 poems and compositions I have compiled for you, for reference only. Let's have a look. Poem composition 1
On a mature night, a pen is written under the lamp. Subtle thoughts depend on a poem. I am pinning my praise on the truth of life, the fireworks on earth and the true feelings in the world. A pen, a piece of paper, write down gossip and poetry. These extreme praises are a kind of sustenance, and this sustenance does not come from lamenting the outside world, but touches the heart through imagination and finally lifts the rippling feelings of writing poetry.
The shock and arrangement of writing poetry is always "seeing the big from the small, learning from each other's strengths", just like traveling, more like wandering. In the ocean of poetry, I am a boat, rolling in the magnificent sea and passing through the swirling and rushing waves. On this big stage of life, everyone is showing their talents. They all have their own physique and have the mystery of dazzling their own taste, because once they fall in love with those so-called inseparable careers, their hearts are sincere and their intentions are true, and finally they become a member of the crowd of "ecstasy" and "ecstasy".
who hasn't tried to live in the world and suffer? And I, a rural wretched who came out of the mountains to study, was touched by rural life, and the simple mountain breeze melted me, letting me know that long-term patience is nothing, because my heart is full of love and hate, and I am pregnant with a beautiful heart that is as sincere as literature at first sight. Life is alive, and nothing can stop the coming of night. And a person's success or failure, like a grand sea of fire, there will always be burned and can not be burned. Not everyone can burn the fire of hope in his heart. Even if his heart is full of faith, there will always be opportunities to burn. When it was lit and raised, it was destined to move from an instant to a brilliant track, and he came to the shore of success. Step by step, strive for it, from childish to mature, from the beginning into the process of intermediate experience, and then from the so-called climax to the end.
In the lonely and helpless night, I carry my bags of poetry and step by step approach the climax, looking for the mood to write poetry. Always alone, wandering the streets, watching the crowd, meeting a few confidants, getting drunk in the bar, and getting drunk with three glasses of light wine. Reach a climax, such as climbing a mountain. It's too cold at the top, and you always feel cold. Most of all, in the dead of night, the unbearable loneliness came slowly, and I was bound by my heart. I picked up a piece of white tissue paper and waved it with the pen in my hand, pondering the words piled up in my mind. Like stepping into another realm of life, like heaven, so beautiful! The fire in heaven is burning, which makes people full of blood, so write down some feelings of helplessness, sadness or loss about life, life and heart.
Emotion is the life of poetry. The melody of the poem reminds me of my dream-chasing journey. And in my life, I will use my hot blood and emotion to write poems praising myself in a freehand manner. Love and hate right and wrong, I use my hardship, I use my joy to write down vows about life, and there are gorgeous songs. I call myself a man, and I know the simplicity of Shanwa in the countryside. Although I drink bitter water and eat light rice, I always believe and even believe that difficulties are only temporary, just like a hurdle that needs to be crossed in my growth. As long as I work hard, nothing will remain unchanged forever!
Persistence in the end is success, which is the truth that everyone believes. I always insist on writing, I always change and innovate. Even if the ice and snow are frozen at present, everything will be melted and thawed when spring comes. Life is subtle, and writing poetry, like many things, needs to be saved from danger and endured hardships. I have endured loneliness, and poetry has carried me to this day. Everything becomes a reality, and we will not forget the course of struggle for it, and the fire of hope in life will eventually be lit! Its momentum of starting a prairie fire will always recommend the infinite sadness and feelings in my heart into a poem made up of blood and fire.
Establish a firm belief, endure loneliness and helplessness, stride into the world of poetry, and be a poet. Only in this way can my life goal and my literary dream return to the shore. For those words that are neither poetry nor literature, I claim to be the person who writes poetry, and I claim to be the author, intoxicated in the literary situation. Poetry, take me out of the mountain, take me to fly, fly to the world outside the mountain. Poetry, take me sailing! My life, my soul and everything I have are entrusted to you! You are like me, how affectionate I am to you, then how sincere you should be to me!
Poetry, take me on a voyage! Poetry Composition 2
Last Friday, it was a "Poetry Reading Contest" held by Mr. Ye in our class. Before the contest, the classroom was obviously not as noisy as before, on the contrary, it was much quieter. Just when I was surprised, I looked up. Wow! It turns out that everyone is looking at books and "working hard".
The sound of "Jingle ……" woke everyone who was "busy". At this moment, there was an idea in everyone's mind: the game started!
Teacher Ye is in the speech contest. If you watch carefully at this moment, you will find an interesting thing. Every student has a different expression on his face. Look! Some students are full of confidence and bravely challenge the competition; Some students are shivering and seem to be very scared; Other students were on pins and needles. They all stared at the books as if they were not ready. And I, alas! Although I'm not nervous, I'm afraid, because I'm afraid of making mistakes when I recite on it. It's "worrying about progress and worrying about retreat". As soon as Mr. Ye finished his speech, he ceded the throne to us.
The students in the first, second and third groups walked up one after another. Everyone bravely walked on the stage with the belief of "I am the champion", only to hear melodious reading and disperse around; The cadence of reading drifted to the east, west, north and south. Except for some nervous students who "rubbed their feet" or forgot some "lines" on the stage, other students were quite good.
Gradually, the tense atmosphere gradually disappeared, because some students made some funny moves in order to arouse everyone's laughter and applause, just like Liang Yaolin, a dancer, who was "dancing" while reciting on it, which made everyone laugh their heads off, and some of them fell on the table with laughter, slammed the table, and fell to the ground with exaggeration, unable to get up. Teacher Ye had a hard time "sorting out" us so that the contest could continue.
Time passed quietly, and it was our fourth group's turn. I silently counted: "There are ten ... five ... four, four ..." It's my turn soon. My disappointing feet have been shaking slightly. My deskmate Lin Ruohan stepped onto the stage, and I was thinking, students who are worse than me can also take the stage. Why can't I do it?
Lin Ruohan ran down like a rabbit after reading, so I had to falter and walk up. I took a careful breath on the stage, trying not to let my classmates find me. After standing up, I looked straight at the blackboard behind me, and then unconsciously recited: "For Wang Lun, Tang, Li Bai ..."
At the end of reading, I was just secretly glad. ..... alas! When I looked at the smiling faces of my classmates, I knew that I had made an old mistake again, because whenever I recited this poem, I always recited "not as good as Wang Lun's" as "not as good as Wang Lun's". I immediately blushed, corrected my mistake, and walked off the stage in a panic ...
The recital was over, although I didn't perform very well. I didn't get any "consolation prize", but I have this sentence:
"When the opportunity comes, bring it a chair and keep it!" Poetry Composition 3
In late spring, we held a classic poetry reading contest for our wonderful little tea man in the square in front of the textbook museum.
There's an emperor coming from far away. I think it's Geng Jiaze! He is dressed in a red robe and has a crown on his head. What a prestige!
It's my turn at last. I'm wearing a pink Hanfu, and my sleeves are wide and wide, as if I were going to dance with the wind. It's beautiful.
Song Jinze and I recited a poem "Joining the Army in the Tenth Five-Year Plan". This poem is a little long and has a sad tone. I was a little nervous when I went on stage, but I was very happy.
We finished reciting this poem with our own movements and deep feelings, and tears were rolling in our eyes. When I finished reading, I was relaxed and happy. I knew that my recitation was very good, and the host teacher praised us and my mother praised me.
I enjoyed this recitation. I hope there will be such activities in the future! Poem Composition 4
The lonely hut overflows with books,
The heavy sound breaks the tranquility.
Sleeping memories,
concentric synchronization,
one after another.
My confused expression is on my temples again.
For a long time,
I am busy blindly like an animal;
for a long time,
a cocoon-like unproductive existence
once,
the hopes constructed,
the beautiful scenery outlined,
the fantasy scenes of spring dreams,
pitiful,
weathered,
already fragmented.
I would like to make one.
I would like to be a drop of dew,
I can spit out fragrance on the journey of sunshine.
I want to turn it into a full moon,
I want to dissolve the darkness of the earth;
I want to turn into a starry sky,
and open up a direction for the vast Nightcrawler.
Unfortunately, I'm not!
I am a stunner created by the night.
I only have a black body and a black soul.
I am not a carrier of light.
I am just a pair of eyes of the king of hell.
When I was ignorant,
I didn't settle down.
I converged the traces of suffering on the memory of fairy tales.
I beat my heart into iron,
I cast my body into steel,
I firmly believe:
As long as I build a steel body,
I will be able to resist all kinds of destruction!
However,
at the moment when the wind is frivolous,
at the moment when the rain is floating,
that copper-clad iron drum,
in an instant,
vanished in the distant land of misty water.
Do you complain about the wind?
No,
Do you complain about the rain?
even less!
I only hate this teasing and fragile wandering soul.
Sitting still,
I am as lonely as death.
My hands are shaking,
My heart is trembling,
My soul has flown away ...
At this moment:
I am no longer me,
Although. Poetry Composition 5
Turning to classical poetry, I was attracted by the magnificent mountains and rivers of my motherland.
When Tao Yuanming walked into Nanshan, he stayed away from the dark officialdom and came to a simple and harmonious countryside. "In the morning, I will manage the waste and bring the lotus home." Even if he can't farm, he works hard but the grass is full of beans and seedlings, but his heart is happy. Otherwise, how can he plant chrysanthemums under the fence and "see Nanshan leisurely"?
I think when he gazes at Nanshan leisurely, he will definitely think back to his former life, the face of the officialdom villain, the flattering voice of the officialdom, the hard work of farming, and be glad of his leisure at this time. So he won't regret it. "There is truth in this, and I have forgotten what I want to say." The feelings in my heart have long been attached to that Nanshan.
Follow Wang Wei into the mountains with a bright moon in the sky. The bright moon shines on each other, and the mountain spring flows between the cracks in the stone. In the water-like moonlight, sparkling, leaning alone in the close bamboos, not only did not feel lonely, but played the piano leisurely. The strings are playing, the springs are tinkling, and they intersect into a touching movement. What kind of talents have the talent of "painting in poetry"? Only Wang Wei!
follow Meng Haoran into Tian She surrounded by green hills. What caught my eye was the greenery of "we watch the green trees that circle your village, and the pale blue of outlying mountains". I drank wine with my friends in Sang Ma, chatting with my family, and felt a sense of leisure. "The bones are beautiful and clear, and the wind is scattered." It is Meng Haoran who is at leisure.
I walked into the mountains and rivers in the poem, where the mountains and waters are beautiful and the paintings are beautiful, but I still can't appreciate them deeply. It was not until I came to the Yangtze River that I really understood "river of no return, the waves are exhausted. Romantic figures through the ages. " When I came to Mount Tai, I realized that "once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky." was the first of the five mountains. "I will walk till the water checks my path, then sit and watch the rising clouds." Come to a crossroads in life, this sentence blurted out. In today's fast-paced era covered by the Internet, the precious ancient Chinese poems are not out of date, but have penetrated into every bit of our lives, making our lives full of poetry.
I read ancient poems and traveled all over the country. I am proud of the magnificence of this mountain and river. Poetry composition 6
Today is sunny, the downpour of the previous two days has stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky have gradually dispersed. The long-lost father-in-law Sun finally showed his smiling face, which made people feel particularly good and brilliant.
Listen, there are sounds of reciting ancient poems from Class 4, Grade 5. Look, the students on the field are reciting poems with emotional voices. This lively scene is the scene of poetry reading in Class 4, Grade 5. The poetry reading contest was hosted by Liang Yongshi and Huo Yingnan.
The purpose of this ancient poem recitation is to let everyone play freely, recite an ancient poem and show their talents.
I joined in this fierce competition. I formed a team with Li Zhixin, Guo Yunlan and Chen Yixia. Reciting the ancient poem < < at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian > > together, several of us recited this poem written by Wang Changling vividly with beautiful voices, and won warm applause from our classmates.
The best part is "Dawn from Jingci Temple to the Woods" recited by our recitation kings ―― Huo Yingnan and Liang Yongshi. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from the four o'clock, and the lotus leaves are endless ... They are reciting rhythmically. These beautiful poems combined with their melodious voices are simply "invincible in the world".
There are Aring Zhang's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night, Liang Jieming's Jueju and Liang Zhinuo.