Poetic Life Prose (1): Ye Zhi said: "If a person has happiness in his heart, his life will also become happy." Similarly, when a person's heart is full of poetry, his life will become poetic. "Look at the flowers in front of the court and sit and watch the clouds rolling in the sky." This is a true portrayal of my poetic life. Watching the fog is my poetic life. When layers of "lace" fall from the sky, the whole body will be filled with the breath of the sky. But the best thing is the color of the fog. Color is measured. The fog is pure white at 45 degrees. It is not pure white and clear, but it is the most perfect. It is more moist than bright red, more crimson than night, and more mysterious than dusk. That's because it makes us feel hazy beauty-just like our life. Yes, most of our life can't be pure, and it can't be a perfect post-90 s, so be a foggy 45! Sometimes, imperfection is perfection, and impurities are more memorable than purity. This is the beauty of "fog-colored" life that I realized in my poems about fog. Tea, I live poetically. When you put that touch of bright green into the hot pot, look at those Yun Lan floating and sinking in transparency, and the dense water vapor slowly evaporates in the air, leaving a scent of tea. Take a deep breath, and the wonderful fragrance will flow to every corner of the body, making people intoxicated. Take a sip. The entrance is a little bitter, but it is followed by a strong sweetness. Slowly, the sweetness dissipated, but the aftertaste remained on the tip of the tongue. After taking a sip, it immediately spilled a little tea. I like the taste of tea, which is the taste of China traditional culture. I can smell it with my nose.
To the deep taste. Our quaint, like tea, looks ordinary, but in fact, the more refined, the more connotative and the more poetic. What could be more poetic than drinking tea on ordinary days and reliving our vast cultural accumulation? Copying is my poetic life. I like to see flowers in blue ink on white paper, so I fell in love with copying. Copy Rousseau and Nietzsche, return to true eternity, compound will and confession. Copy Kawabata Yasunari's Snow Country, which is so colorful that it can also pay for broken wells. Copy Prut's memories of the past, appreciate the power of quietness, copy the hut and the little prince on Mango Street, have a beautiful sadness, and watch the sky with 44 sunsets a day. Copying the Norwegian forest and thinking about the silence that belongs to the soul and death will make me cry many times, not sighing, but moving. In the poetic atmosphere, I carved my thoughts on life on paper and in my heart with real touch, and picked up the spirit of pen and ink to decorate my poetic life. Seeing the fog is poetic and romantic; Tasting tea is poetic and elegant; Copying is as elegant as poetry. I love my poetic life!
Prose on Poetic Life (II): In recent years, under the call of my father, "No matter how poor you are, you have the opportunity to visit the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland every year and enjoy a poetic life. Travel has poeticized my life experience. Charming scenery, philosophical sentiment and extraordinary experience left a deep impression in my mind.
Yan' an: a journey to find roots
When you travel to Yan 'an, you must see the caves. Yang Jialing, Zaoyuan and other scenic spots in Yan 'an all continue their original historical features: roads are dirt roads and walls are dirt walls. The space in the cave is narrow and the facilities are simple. It's hard to imagine that it was this headquarters that liberated all China in those years, which confirmed Mencius' sentence that "Heaven will demote the people to Sri Lanka". There are two famous scenic spots near Yan 'an, Hukou Waterfall and Huangdi Mausoleum. When we arrived at Hukou Waterfall, only the sound of the waves was deafening. At this time, the Yellow River water can be described as roaring. I think the author of Defending the Yellow River must have been to Hukou Waterfall, otherwise he could not have written such a magnificent movement. Ancient trees in the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor are towering, especially cypress trees. There are two artificially planted Huangdi trees in front of the mausoleum, which have a history of four or five thousand years. Just like our Chinese nation, they have been passed down for thousands of years and are flourishing. Yan' an cave dwelling, the root of new China; Yellow River water, the source of China people's politeness; Huangdi Mausoleum, the root of Chinese nation. Not known to the public
Water Painting Garden: A Cultural Journey
Rugao Ink Garden is a famous garden in Nantong and the former residence of Mao Bijiang and Dong Xiaowan. The garden is beautiful and elegant, with water as the shape, basin-washing pool as the center, water in the pool in four directions, pavilions surrounded by water.
According to legend, Mao Bijiang was one of the four sons in the late Ming Dynasty. He can write poetry at the age of ten and is good at calligraphy. He studied under Dong Qichang and was an anti-Qing scholar. In the Shuihui Garden, I saw that Mao Bijiang's living room was called "Yimozhai", which means that he had been silent, did not serve the Qing Dynasty, and advocated national justice. The national integrity of venturing across the border to fight against the Qing Dynasty, the kindness of helping the victims, and the emotional story of never giving up are all sung by future generations. The water painting garden has given me a deeper understanding of the connotation of love and righteousness. As the saying goes, great love is boundless and friendship is priceless.
Lingshan: a journey of blessing
Wuxi lingshan scenic spot is a national 5A-level tourist attraction, with Qinglong Mountain on the left and Baihu Mountain on the right. It is a rare Buddhist treasure. Among them, there are two most unforgettable attractions: the Vatican Palace in Lingshan and the Giant Buddha in Lingshan.
The large-scale sitcom Ode to Auspicious Auspicious, staged in the Vatican Palace, explains the process of Sakyamuni becoming a wise enlightened person. There, I realized that life is short, but the spirit can last forever. Lingshan Giant Buddha is by far the highest Buddha statue in China, which is17m higher than Leshan Giant Buddha in Sichuan. It is really "a big belly can accommodate, and the world is hard to accommodate; The Buddha laughs long and laughs at the ridiculous people in the world. " There, I realized that contentment is the source of happiness.
Every trip is a life experience; Every experience has some life insights. Take home as the center, go on a whim and come back when you are happy. Poetic life looks forward to the next legend!
Poetic Life Prose (3): The mountains on the desk fluctuate, the books reproduce the rise and fall of a thousand years' history, the white river on the paper extends to the sea, the sound of Lang Lang's books echoes between heaven and earth, and Wen Fei's ink dance approaches you and me, singing and laughing, and talking about your intimate love stories. Once again, I let go of my heart and returned to my true self. I cultivated my life with pen, watered my life with ink, accompanied me to grow up with my deliberate name, and let my ideal sail like a swan. This is my poetic life.
Outside the window, the yellow flowers are quietly blooming, emitting fragrant fragrance, dotted with occasional residual green. The vines almost withered, still sending the residual green to the distance-the dream side. Painting incense and leaf incense blow with the cold wind in late autumn, and painting incense and leaf incense are infected by the wind. I have nothing to say. This is not a kind of persistence, but also full of fighting spirit. This is my poetic life.
I love my poetic life. Cultivate sentiment with dark ink and pure white paper. Luckily, I fell in love with literature. I learned about Confucius, Mencius, Zhuangzi, Xunzi, Lu Xun and On Contradictions, and Lu Yao felt at home on the road of life. When I saw Wang Xizhi waving, I immediately danced with my life. I am intoxicated by the charm of "mountains and rivers, bamboo trees and bamboo trees, clear streams and turbid streams, reflecting the left and right", immersed in the breadth of "looking up at the universe and overlooking the prosperity of commodities", and I know more clearly that Wang Guozhen has sunny days in his heart and sunny days in the rain; Heart rain, sunny is also rain ",I wrote a passionate life with a pen full of thick ink, just as Ba Jin is still looking forward to his future in his eighties, just as he donated 250,000 yuan for free and easy.
The west wind is still biting, walking in a gown and listening to the sound of nature; Stand with an umbrella in heavy rain and feel the comfort of nature; Heavy snow, ride my "war horse" and feel the struggle of "Iron Horse Glacier". Let snow fly with dreams, let snow fly with expectations, and let snow petals fly with good news. Even if I am far away, I will fly over the desert, not across mountains and rivers, not to the depths of the sky dotted with white clouds on the horizon, telling my poetic life.
I love my poetic life. Use the fragrance of flowers brought by the wind to freshen the dreary air, use the flowers with lofty aspirations to set up an impressive lighthouse for the foggy mind, and use the vines full of vigorous breath to shape a monument to guide the direction of flower of life's blooming. That flower embodies the strength of my life and can stand alone in the cold autumn. In the night when the stars are missing and the moon is missing, mandarin fish are flying south, and everything is silent, I drink a cup of fragrant tea and wait for the flowers to bloom in front of the window, waiting for them to add new expectations to the new day, so as to live my poetic life.
Outline the bold poetry and understate the calm poetry; Write down the poetic beauty of flowers and engrave the poetic eternity of vines; Write down the poetic life of Lu Yao and embroider the poetic life of Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi. In this way, I enlivened my life with poetry, which embellished my life. ：
I love my poetic life. A lifetime, when the vegetation falls, is an extremely short life time. Poetic life makes me happy, although I have experienced all kinds of hardships.