Class 0/8, Grade 2, Zongyang Middle School, Anhui Province? Xu Xiaobo
Among the nine literary goddesses on Mount Olympus, the muse is the most touching and charming. In the dazzling literary starry sky, the constellation of poetry is the undisputed crown, and the life of poetry is always young and never old.
The reasonable position of life is not close to money or power, but close to the soul. Poetry and eulogy, carefully worded, are undoubtedly listening to your heart and gripping. Life has its own poetry. With poetry, life is not necessarily much, but without poetry, life is always less. What it is, we don't know until we have it.
There is a battlefield in the poem, which is a tragedy of "sealing things with words, and one will accomplish everything"; It is also the desolation of "autumn grass in the desert, a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall at sunset"; It is the memory of "smelling the cold beating of the washing mallet and shaking the leaves, ten years of success, remembering Liaoyang", and the regret of "suddenly seeing the strange willow color and regretting to teach my husband to find a seal" ...
There is pastoral in the poem, which is the tranquility of "the spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the softness", and it is also the obscurity of "the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy"; It is the plainness of "there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream", and it is also the surprise of "when is the bright moon startled and birds sing in the spring stream"; It is the * * home of "warm people's village, smoke in Yi Yi market", and also the solitude of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" ...
There is an ideal in the poem, which is the military feeling of "only making Longcheng fly, not teaching Huma to spend the Yinshan Mountain"; It is also the political wish of "Please go to Lingyange temporarily, if you are a famous Wan Huhou"; It is the dream of "the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang 'an in one day", and it is also the dream of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship". It is the dedication of "bumping your head into a thousand fingers and bowing your head as a willing ox" and the sacrifice of "I commend Xuanyuan with blood" ...
There is love in the poem, which is the firmness of "the mountain has no mausoleum, and the heaven and the earth dare to decide with you", and it is also the love of "once the sea was difficult for water, it will always be amber"; This is the vision of "the silkworm dies, and the candle cries at night", and it is also the expectation of "cutting the candle at the west window, but talking about the rain at night"; This is the infatuation of "my belt is getting wider, I will never regret it, and I will languish for Iraq", and it is also the infatuation of "We want to fly in the sky, two birds with the same wings, and I want to knot on the ground" ...
"Spring drought, fish in the land. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. " Life needs to be remembered, but it will always be forgotten, except perhaps poetry. "At that time, we had dreams. About literature and love, we were good at traveling around the world. Now we drink late at night, and the cups touch together, which is the sound of broken dreams. " Kitajima said, "When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the softness of your past eyes and the heavy shadows of their past ..." Ye Zhi made such a firm vow to Mao Degang at the age of 27, and the past was like smoke. Perhaps the charm of the solemn words in the poem can leave us memories, which the poet should firmly believe!
Poetry is like our dreams. We tirelessly decorate it with gorgeous rhetoric, grand ambition and magnificent imagination. Poets are often accompanied by misfortune, because in this rolling world of mortals, maybe when we lose everything except our dreams, we will regain it. The poet Huck wrote immortal poems with the power of life in ups and downs. I kept my emotions, and finally I kept myself, so we stayed away from Qianshan and heard their deep memories of Will. The voice seemed to say: I have never gone far, and I will be back soon.
Poetry is like precious tea. "If a person retreats to any place, it is better to retreat to his own mind, which is more peaceful and less painful ... I insist that tranquility is only the order of the mind." Marcus Aurelius's Deep Thinking says that the so-called poem of life is to knock on the soul, get rid of the shackles of reality, no longer accept the mercy and bondage of fate, and welcome the sea and sky with a new attitude. This is the true meaning of poetry.
There are always some dispensable things in life. Without them, it is harmless, but without them, life will lose a lot of excitement and poetry will be satisfactory.
In the poetry world, Li Bai's arrogance of "the imperial concubine grinds the ink, and the genius takes off his boots" is amazing, and Du Fu's feelings of "two grasses are famous, and the rivers and rivers are worthy of eternal flow" are alarming. In addition, there are the smartness of "A Rich Husband Mixing Wine", the leisure of Tao Yuanming's "Picking Chrysanthemums under the East Hedgehog", the bitterness of Li He's "Painful Solitude" and the bitterness of Su Shi. They also have greed, ignorance, resentment and resentment, all of which are revealed in their poems, such as Liu Yong's shallow singing in Chuting, Li Shangyin's sentimentality, the love-hate relationship between Lu You and Tang Wan, and the love-hate relationship between Wen and You Youwei ... because the poem says that "beautiful women have beautiful colors and have a relationship." Poetry brings love and hate, but it has nothing to do with it.
Life is naturally poetic, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. Maybe poetry has time to spoil, and it will never grow old. Only gentle love is quiet, without words ... "The misty rain in Lushan, Zhejiang Province is not so hateful. Don't worry when you arrive, Lushan Mountain in Zhejiang Province is foggy and rainy. " In a life with dreams, poetry is never absent.
Instructor: Wu Cheng'en
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