Old man Zhao
There is an old man Zhao in our community,
The days go by.
Don't play mahjong and don't panic,
I don't like to travel and hide my home.
Not sociable and few friends,
Don't smoke to get better.
不喝酒来stomach不愁,
不喝茶来也不愁。
I love to drink cold and white every day,
My heart is still happy.
Old man Zhao has a lot of fun,
He loves to write poetry and write.
He said casually,
Long and short sentences are not verbose.
Aunt Zhang
He is also obsessed with writing poetry.
The two met by fate,
It's like the boya encountering the child.
Since then, we have been together often,
Smile and grin.
On this day, the sun is shining,
Old man Zhao called his aunt.
"Auntie and aunt, come and see,
I wrote a new ballad yesterday. ”
Aunt Zhang, Lehehe,
The trot does not stop.
"Old man Zhao, tell me quickly,
Don't make me panic waiting. ”
Old man Zhao, cleared his throat,
Shaking his head and singing.
"Spring is coming, potpourri,
Bees and butterflies are busy collecting honey.
Willow green, peach blossom red,
The creek is babbling and tinkling. ”
Aunt Zhang, slap,
"Old man, you look like this.
But I think there's something missing,
Why don't I change two lines? ”
"Spring is coming, potpourri,
Bees and butterflies fall in love.
Willow green, peach blossom red,
The river sings like crazy. ”
Old man Zhao, his eyes widened,
"Auntie, you're ridiculous.
It's not like to be crazy in love,
Good poetry is bad for you. ”
Aunt Zhang, with a forked waist,
"You old man is uneducated.
Poetry is to think boldly,
How can there be anything new in conservatism? ”
The two of them fought for red ears and red ears,
I almost lost my breath.
Suddenly a spring breeze blew,
Blowing petals all over the sky.
Old man Zhao, the inspiration is revealed,
"Don't argue, don't quarrel, don't turn your face.
Why don't we write the spring breeze,
Let's see who's the brighter. ”
Aunt Zhang, nodded,
"That's a good idea, I don't worry."
Old man Zhao, speak first,
"The spring breeze is light, the spring breeze is soft,
The spring breeze blows through my heart.
Bringing warmth and hope,
Spend spring and autumn happily with me. ”
Aunt Zhang, laugh haha,
"Old man, you're a little inferior.
Listen to my spring breeze.
Spring breeze, you are crazy,
Blowing the girl's skirt to collapse.
Blowing the guy's hairstyle messed up,
Blowing the old man's peeing crotch. ”
Old man Zhao, stomped his feet,
"Auntie, you're fooling around.
So vulgar is not a poem,
It's just bullying. ”
Aunt Zhang, blushing,
"Oops, I'll make it up.
Let's practice again,
I will definitely do a good job this time. ”
So, it opened again,
The two of them were busy writing poems.
Old man Zhao wrote about the long summer,
Aunt Zhang writes about the cool autumn night.
"The summer is long, the summer is hot,
The lotus leaves are round and the lotus flowers are fresh.
The frog croaks non-stop,
The child smiled in the water. ”
"The autumn night is cool, the autumn night is frosty,
The moon hangs in the sky.
Fallen leaves flutter and dance in the wind,
The longing is in the atrium. ”
Write and look up,
I feel that the other party has a wonderful idea.
Praise each other without stopping,
Forget about the quarrel before.
I am glad that the day is abrupt,
Dark clouds rolling, thunder and lightning flashing.
Seeing that the rain is about to pour,
The two hurried home.
Old man Zhao, running slowly,
Trembling in the rain.
Aunt Zhang, look back,
Turn back and offer your umbrella.
"Old man Zhao, don't worry,
We are not separated from each other. ”
Old man Zhao, grateful,
"Thank you Auntie for being kind."
Walking in the rain, hurrying,
but chanted the poems.
"Heavy rain, heavy rain frenzy,
It doesn't hurt to get the soup down.
As long as there is poetry in the heart,
Where is not a good scenery. ”
Along the way, laughing non-stop,
The neighbors were amazed when they saw it.
They are like children,
Crazy and crazy in the rain.
After the rain, the sky is sunny and the rainbow appears,
Old man Zhao and Aunt Zhang,
Continue to write new psalms.
Life is plain but interesting,
Happiness is in the words.
In the community, flowers bloom all over,
Old man Zhao and Aunt Zhang,
Sit together and speak.
Old man Zhao:
"Life is short, life is busy,
Cherish the time and write poems.
The words are clever and cheerful,
The emotion is sincere and the charm is long. ”
Aunt Zhang:
"The heart is good, the heart is wide,
Writing and communicating are not annoying.
Regardless of the level,
Enjoy the process and enjoy it forever. ”
Old man Zhao:
"The wind is gentle, the clouds are long,
Don't worry when inspiration strikes.
How wonderful it is to depict nature,
Mountains, rivers and lakes are closed. ”
Aunt Zhang:
"The stars twinkle, the moon hooks,
Fantasy stories stay in the brain.
Ancient and modern dynasties are written at will,
Have fun traveling through time and space. ”
Old man Zhao:
"Birds fly, fish swim,
The animal world is also gentle.
imparting personality and emotion,
Vivid paper floats. ”
Aunt Zhang:
"Grass blue blue, wood onion,
The beauty of plants varies.
Praise for vitality and vitality,
Poetic as a spring breeze. ”
Old man Zhao:
"Write about family affection, write about love,
The truth in the world is the most moving.
The kindness of parents is as deep as the sea,
Spend a lifetime with your partner. ”
Aunt Zhang:
"Write about friendship, write about neighborliness,
Warm care in the heart.
Friends help each other a lot,
The neighborhood is harmonious and happy. ”
Old man Zhao:
"Write joy, write sorrow,
Taste all the flavors of life.
喜怒哀乐皆成章,
The years in the poem are unforgettable. ”
Aunt Zhang:
"Write dreams, write hopes,
The road ahead has a direction.
Positive and ageless,
Words fly forever. ”
来来来,听听听,
Old man Zhao and Aunt Zhang,
The more the poem is written, the more spiritual.
Not for fame, not for profit,
Just for the joy of remembering.
The community held a poetry competition,
Poetry essay put the candidate.
Old man Zhao and Aunt Zhang,
I didn't hesitate to sign up.
There are a lot of people in the playing field,
Masters are coming to make trouble.
Old man Zhao, don't panic,
The recitation on stage was loud:
"Song of Life"
Seikatsu Statue Jo River,
There are many flowing stories.
There are flats and waves,
There are joys and sorrows.
I walk by the river,
Enjoy the scenic show.
捡颗小石子,
Splash around.
The days are like books,
Read page by page.
There are bitter and sweet,
There are tears and laughter.
I swim in books,
Feel the thick years.
摘朵野花,
Insert at the ends of your hair. ”
The audience applauded like thunder,
Old man Zhao, his heart was jubilant.
Aunt Zhang is not weak,
Take the stage to show your courage:
"The Garden of the Mind"
Deep down in my heart,
There is a garden.
Flowers bloom, fragrant,
It was a psalm of dreams.
Roses are delicate, symbolizing love,
The lily is pure, implying friendship.
Daisy is innocent and hopeful,
The sunflowers are brilliant, towards the light.
I wander in the garden,
Listen to the voice of the heart.
Butterflies flying, bees busy,
That's the melody of life.
Sometimes the wind and rain hit,
The flowers will wither.
But I'll take care of it with my heart,
Waiting for the dawn to bloom again.
This garden will never be barren,
Always full of life and hope.
我用文字耕耘,
Watered with emotion,
Make it a paradise for the mind. ”
Aunt Zhang, with a strong voice,
The audience was moved to tears.
The judges praised the scores,
Both of them won the prize.
Holding the certificate in my hand is sweet,
It's fun to be back in the community.
Neighbors came to congratulate,
They laughed like flowers.
"Thank you for your compliments,
Let's continue to work hard.
Writing poetry brings a lot of joy,
May you be able to hold the pen too. ”
More positive from now on,
Drive the culture of the community.
The elderly and children are involved,
Everyone shows their talents.
Old man Zhao, spiritual feet,
Aunt Zhang, smiling.
The road of poetry does not stop,
Happiness never stops.
Old man Zhao and Aunt Zhang,
became a celebrity in the community.
Poetry lectures are often held,
The crowd listened to it.
There was a child named Mingming,
Naughty and mischievous brains.
After listening to the lecture, I was moved,
Pestering the old man to teach skills.
Old man Zhao, smiling,
Touch Mingming's little head.
"It's not difficult to compose poetry, don't worry,
Let's get the observation to the end. ”
Blinking wide-eyed,
"Grandpa, grandpa, I can do it.
First write about my little flower cat,
I love to sleep all day long. ”
Aunt Zhang, look aside,
"It's a really good idea.
But the description is too simple,
Grandma nags you again. ”
"Little flower cat, so cute,
Curled up like a meat bag.
The beard is long like an antenna,
When you hear a movement, you get up. ”
Obviously clapping his hands and applauding,
"Grandma, grandma, you're wonderful.
I'll think about the puppy again,
Always wag the tail at me. ”
Old man Zhao, laughing,
"Let me join in the fun.
Little dog, so obedient,
Follow the master and don't run away.
Seeing the bad guys screaming,
Bravery, loyalty, and praise are praised. ”
Obviously listening to it blossoms,
"Grandparents, I understand.
Let's write about the ducklings again,
Wobbly quack. ”
Aunt Zhang, continue,
"Little duckling, fat and fat,
Swimming down the river is like a boat.
The paddle of the foot is busy,
Happy, at ease, and happy. ”
Let's all work together,
Obviously, the progress is very fast.
It's amazing to be able to write and recite,
Parents and teachers were surprised.
The community has a strong poetry atmosphere,
Everyone had a smile on their faces.
Old man Zhao and Aunt Zhang,
My heart is as sweet as honey.
On this day, the TV station,
Hear about this to publicize.
Talk in front of the camera,
Zhao and Zhang are not stage frightened.
Old man Zhao, hold your chest up,
"Poetry makes people feel good,
Both young and old can create. ”
Aunt Zhang, smiling face,
"Life is full of poems,
Feel the light with your heart. ”
The broadcast of the program has a great response,
Other communities to follow suit.
The wind of culture blows all over the ground,
Happiness is transmitted for thousands of miles.
Old man Zhao and Aunt Zhang,
The story continues, new.
Take everyone forward,
Poetic life never stops.
Writing poetry is no longer difficult,
Life becomes more beautiful.
Singing and laughing are always accompanied,
Happy days are as sweet as honey.
Enlightenment
In this story full of life, Old Man Zhao and Aunt Zhang became acquainted because of poetry, but they had disagreements on the creation and understanding of poetry, and even fought for it.
However, a spring breeze blew away their dispute.
Poetry is an expression of the heart, and the collision of the two people's perspectives not only shows the diversity of their creations, but also highlights their love for poetry.
Let us feel this passion and true temperament in their stories, and also think about the relationship between poetic innovation and tradition.
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