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The story of me and ancient poetry
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20 15-0 1-20
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Zhengzhou Zhou Jingyi
I like classical poetry, especially words. When I think of my job-hunting experience, I start with the word "word" and turn it into a word.
Probably in the early 1990s, during the summer vacation of high school, I went to Beijing to see my brother with a good friend. In my spare time, I want to find a short-term job and make a living by myself. So we went to a printing factory near Beijing Erwai and found the white manager of the factory. Manager Bai is a middle-aged man of about 40 years old and gentle. Knowing our purpose, he wanted to test us. First, he worked out a math problem, and I worked it out. Then he gave me another physics problem, which I did badly. Instead of blaming me, he asked me if I liked ancient poetry, and I nodded. So he asked me to recite a poem by Qin Shaoyou. I just finished reciting that sentence soon: "Bo Yunqiao, flying stars spread grievances, silver and Han are far away." On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If the two love each other for a long time, sooner or later. "I am full of affection, he beamed and let me recite nearly ten poems in succession, and I almost answered them. I was assigned to the computer training department. Originally, I only recruited girls from Beijing with a monthly salary of 300 yuan. In the early 1990s, the salary was low. Most ordinary people didn't know what the computer age was. It was really a beautiful thing that they couldn't find with lanterns. My friend who went with me was not so lucky, and worked as an ordinary ink worker in the printing factory on the first floor.
I am proud of my poetry, and my love for ancient poetry enriches my spirit. An ancient poem is worth a thousand words. Seeing the children wasting food, I blurted out to them, "Who knows that every food is hard." Let the children understand that a porridge and a meal are hard to come by; Climbing the mountain with my children, I encourage my children: "Infinite scenery is at a dangerous peak." Let children know that persistence is victory.
One night about four years later, a group of elegant poets came to the neighbor's house and invited me to go with them. Scholars get together, and they are in high spirits. Nature has no poetry and no joy. During the dinner, one proposed "fighting wine with poetry" and said a poem containing the word "wine" in turn. /kloc-drink if you can't answer in 0/0 second. As a result, I didn't drink a glass of wine. Later, I organized this gathering into an article, Jiuhua, which was published in Dahe Daily in July of 20 10.
Although I don't reach the realm of "one poem and two tears" when I read poems, I am often fascinated and amused by my taste when I read beautiful poems. I remember when I recited Li Yu's Broken Array: forty years in a thousand miles from her home. The Dragon House in Fengge is even a lonely place, and the branches of Yushu are like cigarettes. I have known each other several times ... I often sing while eating, hum while walking, and whisper while sleeping, savoring the sad and helpless heart crying after the death of Nantang.
After all, ancient poetry is the essence of language and inheritance, and its benefits are far more than that. I just feel from my personal experience that learning ancient poetry, enjoying it and benefiting from it.