Leaving a hard texture and a vast sea of books, you can reach for a handful of dark blue words. But I refuse to pose, although it can make people deep, or make headlines, regardless of the weight of the book. I am only responsible for inner peace until the dust settles and the rest of the cover world returns to the way it was in the book. Life is just a lost punctuation mark. 4. Read it: Xue Ruifeng Modern Ming:-For the 20 18 World Book Day, there are always some beautiful things that will be inadvertently lost in the busy life and materialistic world. There is always some kindling, which will be temporarily buried in the barren heart in the humid environment and chaotic season. We forgot to study in those years. In this way, I still remember the sound of reading in the classroom in the morning breeze when I was a child, such as grass sprouting, buds blooming like spring breeze blowing through the fields, and orioles singing softly in the deep forest. If you live with a poetry book, it is a picture of human fireworks. It's a ballad sung lightly. Even if you are afraid of wandering in other places, you will always have a place to live today. You posted a book in this world. Freedom will come to you in April, happiness will come to you, and those impetuous and humble people who are still pestering you will kneel before you. 5. If you read a book, the author: Shi Bi gave a modern first reading, I don't know the meaning of this book. Re-reading means that the people in the book don't know themselves. If you read it, you will be noble, and it goes without saying. Elegant, light a bean lamp, warm a pot of old wine, hold a roll of poetry, and taste a beautiful article. Reading a good book is just to keep inner peace. Reading a good book is only to fill the inner enrichment. Reading makes you noble, because your temperament hides the books you have read and the road you have traveled, accompanied by silence, separated from the noisy city. The combination of writing, pen and ink and book, the twists and turns of emotion and spirit, freely sang into this square inch, forgetting the secular and secular dust. Only academic reading is the most intoxicating.
2. Write a modern poem about reading, original, OK 15 I am a house.
PS: This is a poem once written because of the feeling that "the book has its own golden house". I hope you like it!
I am a house.
The curtains are full of joys and sorrows.
I am a house.
The tiles are full of emotions.
I am a house.
The gate is equipped with a matrix code lock.
I am a house.
There are various experiences in the room.
I am a house.
The kitchen is full of ups and downs.
I am a house.
The yard is full of people singing softly and loudly.
bend
You will be glad to know me.
I sincerely invite you to visit me.
Time will not be wasted here.
Modern poems about reading miss me and remind you that you won't forget what you said to me? I cherish them all, too. For us, memory is an indelible day-it will never turn yellow. When we are together, it is always short. When we look forward to it, it's always a long time. How many shiny lines did the stream pick up? If you want to miss me, look at the twinkling stars in the sky. My eyes are on you-the back of light is always simple, the back of scenery is always young, and youth is a clear back. It is always subtle and subtle. This is a kind of charm. The back is always lonely and unforgettable. However, I prefer to let others admit that as long as there is nothing wrong with the road, fame and fortune have always been flowers and shackles. No matter what the ending becomes, there will inevitably be an eternal happiness in the process of flowing. Although I sometimes pray for a moment to make my life brilliant, I prefer to keep my mind quiet and indifferent. I know that happiness is the post of life, and pain is the voyage of life. I know that the best gift is to send you a quiet sky when you are in a heavy mood. You will be confused and awake in the dead of night. You will feel a pair of warm eyes. I know that when you dry the tears on your cheeks, you will smile brightly. I will say to you gently, let's go. Look, Sophora japonica is fragrant and the moonlight is bright. Traveling to distant places has a temptation for us, either beautiful or legendary. Even if the distant scenery is not satisfactory, we don't need to care, because this is really a fascinating mistake. Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, and all happiness will follow you. It's a full moon, a lack of it, and a poetic wish-write a birthday to a friend because of your arrival. The sky turned into a beautiful day, and since then, the world has added a touch of attractive color, and the painting screen in my memory has also added many beautiful memories. My dear friend, please accept my deep blessing. May all the joy accompany you to a distant place, a familiar place without scenery. If talent is not recognized, it is better to accumulate strength through persistence than curse. There is no curse. It will only dim the original light, and the spirit of the tree will be lost in the dim light. What's more, floating clouds float, floating clouds float. Since no one knows the stars today, why not make a bright moon tomorrow? If life is not generous enough, we don't have to be stingy with returns. Why should we be careful, give and get as much as possible? If we can be generous, why should we look obscene? If you can be chic, why choose? Choosing loneliness is a kind of satisfaction and giving is a kind of happiness. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a wave, but you gave me the whole ocean. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to pick a red leaf, but you gave me the whole maple forest. How can I thank you? I want to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me a silver world. I go boating to the moon. Please don't blame me for living alone sometimes. It takes courage to know loneliness. Don't think that there are flags in front, and there are my steps behind. I don't worship what I don't understand. I rowed the boat to the moon, connecting pursuit with independence, connecting life with freedom, as long as tomorrow is here and spring is here. I won't be sad now, even if the night devours everything, the sun can still come back, as long as my life is still there. Even if I am trapped in the vast desert, where there is an oasis of hope, I will not be sad as long as I am still there tomorrow. Winter snow will eventually melt quietly, and spring thunder will surely roll in. When my will falls, my life will no longer stand upright. How can I stand the bleak autumn leaves and the evening breeze coming, with my head down just to lift my heart? Only when there is an unyielding soul under your feet can there be a solid land. Wherever you go, there will be countless pairs of eyes following you. We know ourselves from others. Good luck. Spring is not over yet, but I feel that spring is easy to get old and time is flowing. Are you willing to fate like wormwood? Colorful colors make your brain dizzy and indifferent. Life may be a good medicine. You shouldn't be content with poverty, but how can you ruin everything without a little lofty and withered character? Good luck. May your heart be as good as luck. Withered flowers are your life in spring. Why did I see Frost Leaf's face just because that beautiful mirror broke your attachment and lingered in your dream for a long time? Since you can't reach out and hold the moon in the water, it's not just yesterday that has become a memory and commemoration of life. There is a colorful dying flower-not the promise of spring. Don't believe too much that commitment is a pine cone made by time. Although wonderful, who can guarantee that it will not be defeated by the season and fight for its own destiny? Mastering your own life is your own drawing board. Why do you have to rely on others to paint and choose your own path? You still can't see the scenery. I can't see the scenery Your heart is bitter and confused. A ship without sails is better than death. Sail without compass, you can only wander around. If you are a fish, don't be infatuated with the sky. If you are a bird, don't stand up for your friends, you won't fall down. What's more, we will go to the waves. This is a memorial to trace the end of the world. It is a warm flower, which can discover what the sun, the moon and the stars are trekking in spring, autumn, winter and summer. We just walk hand in hand. You said that when you see the sea, you will laugh comfortably. Yes, yes, our laughter can hold the clouds, but I don't know if it will be tears when we want to laugh. How did a flowering tree (Xi Murong) let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so that we can form a dusty Buddha, so I became a tree, growing in the sun along the only way you have to go, which is my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you come near. Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, when you finally. I walked past my friend who fell behind you. Those are not petals. That's my withered homesickness (Xi Murong). The song of my hometown is a Qingyuan flute. It always rings on a moonlit night, but my hometown's face is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings. Youth without complaint (Xi Murong) If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please.
4. Write a modern poem about reading, original, OK 15 I am a house.
PS: This is a poem once written because of the feeling that "the book has its own golden house". I hope you like it!
I am a house.
The curtains are full of joys and sorrows.
I am a house.
The tiles are full of emotions.
I am a house.
The gate is equipped with a matrix code lock.
I am a house.
There are various experiences in the room.
I am a house.
The kitchen is full of ups and downs.
I am a house.
The yard is full of people singing softly and loudly.
bend
You will be glad to know me.
I sincerely invite you to visit me.
Time will not be wasted here.
5. Poetry about reading, modern poetry holds up a book.
Stick to your heart
Unexpectedly, I haven't read a few lines yet.
I feel sorry for some complicated things.
For more than twenty years, I have been like a moth.
Try to get close to the gorgeous light
I hope to bring me light through books and ideals.
The compulsion of life is like a sharp sword.
My experience and soul are scarred.
I learned to touch the hardness of life with my skin.
The burden of life is borne by one person.
I don't know how many days
I regret the eternity of autumn water.
Let me despair for countless nights.
Why is the effort not amazing?
What I didn't expect was the mouth of a layman.
I have nothing to say in the face of life
The lure of money and power dazzles people.
Poor childlike innocence
Who forced the mask?
Reading, reading is a dream in my heart.
The toughness and steel strength of an experienced person.
Give yourself a ray of light.
You won't get lost in the long night.
Give yourself a ray of light.
You won't wander on the bumpy road alone.
Extract emulsion from books
Shaping people's character and cultivation
Just like I like writing articles.
This is not a gorgeous chapter.
But from the simplicity and cultivation in the bones.
I will continue to be like a fallen leaf from tomorrow.
Free fall, live a quiet life.
Write a few poems occasionally, and look at the long white clouds in the sky when you are bored.
Taste the purity of books.
Face the pain in life calmly.
Reading is like reading minds.
Gave me the strength to move forward.
6. Modern poetry about reading crazily thinks that I am your master.
But you really dominate my life.
Insist firmly and romantically.
And the love of every book—
Maybe you'll never get real meaning in your life.
However, we seem to be born for books.
The Water Margin depicts our lofty sentiments.
The Three Kingdoms are full of our wisdom.
Westward Journey is our justice.
The Red Chamber is our infatuated tears.
Don't underestimate a pen.
Don't underestimate the simple words.
Changed history
Have money today.
look ahead
7. Modern Poet on Reading Life: Chen silently savors the green field of life with a pure heart. He silently throbbed this side of the sky with wonderful vision. Green is an irresistible temptation. Pursuit is an irresistible belief. Each of us is working hard. Each of us looks at the outside world with longing eyes. The world outside is colorful. Stand by and watch the sea and sail. Watch the birds. Tilt with your heart. Listening to the sound of the waves, quietly sitting on the top of the hill looking at the gently fluttering white clouds, thinking about your own thoughts, reading countless affectionate poems with your heart, and resting at every post in your life journey, you will find that every footprint is so profound and firm. After reading a lifetime, we have everything, because we have given the whole world sincerity! Emily Dickinson No speedboat is like a book. It takes us far away. No fine horse is like a jubilant poem. The poorest people can travel across the country like this without being forced to pay passage tax. How frugal and simple this carriage carrying the human soul is.