The material of the poem
When I entered the park early this morning, I smelled a burst of fragrance and ran to the lotus pond. The lotus flowers have already bloomed quite a bit. The lotus leaves are crowded one after another, like a large disc, with a turquoise surface and a pale green bottom. White lotus flowers emerge between these large discs. Some only unfold two or three petals. Some of the petals were all unfolded, revealing small yellow lotus flowers. Some of them are still flower bones, and they look so full that they look like they are about to burst.
With so many white lotuses, are there any postures that are exactly the same? No, one flower has one flower in one pose. Look at this one, it's beautiful, look at that one, it's also beautiful, you can draw a sketch. Next door to my house, there are four paintings of Mr. Qi Baishi, all of which are lotus flowers and ink strokes. I have counted, four painted a total of fifteen, the flowers are different, the flowers are all good-looking, if the lotus leaves and lotus flowers in the pool in front of you are regarded as a large living painting, then the painter's ability is greater than that of Mr. Qi Baishi. So who is the painter......
I suddenly felt as if I was a lotus flower. Dressed in snow-white clothes, full of fragrance. The sun shone on me, and I unbuttoned my clothes and opened my chest, feeling very comfortable. When a gust of wind blew, I danced in the wind, and my snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind. Not only me, but also a pool of lotus flowers are dancing, isn't this like the scene of many swans dancing in the movie "Swan Lake"? When the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly. The dragonflies flew over and told me about the joy of early morning flight. The little fish swam underneath and told me about the good dreams I had last night......
Zhou Xing and Li Ping shouted at me on the other side of the pool, and I remembered that I was me, and I was not a lotus.
Suddenly I felt like something else, and I had done this before. One morning, I looked at morning glories at school, and the flowers were the size of rice bowls, and the purple was very bright, and they were inlaid with a white edge, which made them even more beautiful. I could see it, and I felt as if I were a morning glory, looking up at the lovely sunshine with a round smiling face. Another time, when I was looking at a goldfish in the park, I felt as if I was a goldfish. The pectoral fins are like small fans, fanning gently, and the big tail is softer than silk, swinging slowly. There was no sound in the water, it was very quiet, very quiet......
I think this situation is the material for poetry, and it can be used to compose poetry. I'm going to try it when I'm composing—and think about it, of course.
Three old ginkgo trees
My aunt took my cousin into the city to stay at my house for three days. This morning, I was talking to my cousin about what I wanted to write poetry about, and about what I thought could be used to write poetry. I said, "If you ask me what poetry is, I won't be able to tell you anything." But I'm going to try to write poetry. When it's finished, it's like a poem, not a poem. ”
My cousin said happily, "You think the same way, it's really the same." I've been thinking about it for the past few days. Poetry doesn't have to be written by poets, and we students might as well try to write it. If you don't know what poetry is, it doesn't matter, you'll understand it after a few times. I've done it with my hands, and I'm not done yet, I've only done four lines. Would you like to read it to you? ”
I said, "I want to hear it, read it." ”
My cousin read:
Three old ginkgo trees in the village,
Older than my grandfather's grandfather.
I haven't seen grandpa's grandpa,
I only saw the old ginkgo sprouting new sprouts every year.
I asked, "Are you talking about the three trees in the Niangniang Temple?" ”
My cousin said, "What are the other three besides those three?" ”
I asked, "How old are you older than my grandfather's grandfather?" ”
My cousin said, "I can't tell. I only heard my grandfather say that when his grandfather was a child, the three ginkgo trees were already big trees, and his grandfather often used leaves as small fans with children. ”
I asked, "What about the three old ginkgo?" How are you going to write your poems? ”
My cousin said, "I don't want to stop yet, so I might as well tell you something." My poem isn't just about the three old ginkgo trees. ”
I asked, "What more can I say?" ”
My cousin said, "We have planted a thousand small trees in our village, and you can see it, and almost all around the village, in front of the houses and in the yards, are all planted. Those small trees grow really fast, they were planted around the Qingming Festival last year, and they are only ten months now, and they are all seven or eight feet higher than the eaves. In another three or four years, I can imagine what will become of our village. Except in late autumn and winter, the whole village is a dense woods, and the houses are all hidden inside. On a clear day, there is shade in the village at all times, and even the sunlight that shines down is like a little green, which makes people feel comfortable. ”
I was thinking about something, and just as I was about to speak, my cousin patted me on the shoulder and hurriedly said, "Not only our village, but other villages like ours have planted many trees last year." Think about it, three or four years later, when people walk on the road, they see near and far, here and there, all of them are dense bushes, how can they recognize which village is which? ”
I said, "Even though every village is a forest, I can recognize your Jiqing Village at a glance, and I promise not to be wrong." Your village has a special marking, the three tall ginkgo trees. ”
My cousin tapped me on the shoulder again and said with a smile, "That's exactly what you said!" So my poem begins with three old ginkgo trees. ”
Creeper's feet
The north wall of the school playground is full of creepers. I also have creepers in my house, which climbed up from the west wall of the courtyard and took up a large area on the roof.
The leaves that creepers have just grown are bright red. Within a few days, the leaves grow and turn green. Creepers always have long stems and leaves until October. The new leaves are small, tender red, and turn green within a few days, making them less noticeable. What catches the eye is the grown leaves, which are so green and fresh, and very pleasant to look at. The leaves were spread evenly on the wall, not overlapping, and there was not a single gap. As soon as the leaves are facing downward, neatly and neatly, a gust of wind blows, and the leaves on a wall ripple, which is very beautiful.
I used to only know that this plant was called a creeper, but I didn't know how it could climb. This year I noticed, it turns out that creepers have legs. Botanically there are probably other names. Animals have feet, so how can plants have feet? But it's as useful as feet, and it doesn't hurt to call it feet.
Creepers' feet grow on stems. Where the petioles are grown on the stem, six or seven branch-like filaments protrude from the opposite side, each of which resembles a snail's antennae. The filaments are the same as the new leaves, and they are also tender red. This is the foot of the creeper.
When the creeper's feet touch the wall, the head of six or seven filaments becomes small discs and stangles the wall. The filament, which had been straight, was now bent, pulling the creeper's young stem so that it was clinging to the wall. That's how creepers climb up one foot at a time. If you look closely at those tiny feet, you will be reminded of the claws of the mosquito dragon in the picture.
If the creeper's feet hadn't touched the wall, it would have been beautiful in a few days, and then there would have been no traces. Touching the wall, the filaments and small discs gradually turn gray. Don't look down on those gray feet, which are so strong against the wall that you don't want to pull down one of the creeper's stems without a little effort on your fingers.