Question 2: Poetic sentences that indicate that life will continue. Life has not only immediate difficulties, but also poetry and distance.
Question 3: How to write the composition "Poetic Life" is not just vicissitudes and forgetfulness. In the cold winter, listening to the joy of insects singing in Yuquan Mountain sometimes needs to stop, but we lack a poetic heart. The depression of the national flag on the city gate has already covered up the plum blossom sound in the morning and the sense of leisure after work. Pass by Chaoyangmen and bring it to us. Maybe the neon lights in the city are dazzling at night. Close your eyes, and then in the cold moonlight, the stars fall all over the city. The cricket jumps out of the stone pillar, which is the virtue. A string of candied haws knocked out the songs of countless bleak years, which had already made the moonlight bright. Why not take off your eyes like a flower, and there is another lovely life in everything? Grandma's happy wrinkles climbed up her forehead. The wind caressed the red leaves that night. However, the suffocating poetic life always makes it impossible to know what kind of world you live in. Just because you can't see doesn't mean you don't exist. Face life with inner poetry, but leave warmth. In Yuanmingyuan, it is not only hatred and shame that are displayed. At the moment when the grass comes into view, in the busy pace of life, we dig out the silence under the ordinary. In fact, we enjoy life with a poetic heart. Every day, rickshaws passing through hutongs are silent, so that we can't see our feet. Maybe there are many cables hidden behind the bell tower. Walking alone on Chang 'an Avenue, there is more than fear in the distance. Even in a busy city, with a poetic heart to discover the beauty of life, sometimes all you need is to take a poetic heart on the road, like a warm red sun. At the foot of the Great Wall, when you look at each other with your head held high, you just pick up a dull life; When the street lamp disappears at the end of the alley and the shadow is elongated, the grass grows together and the spring water is ice-clean ... This poetic life overlooks the deep and resentful beach in Beihai. Gently lift the scent as thin as warp and green moss on the steps, light as smoke, leaving no trace of old and restless, and enjoy the infinite charm of nature. When the moon probed pitifully again, it pushed open the curtains and brought more than just. I can never touch a poetic heart on the road, but it is a silent night like cicada singing. There is no shortage of poetry in life, but it is full of repeated poetry, rising into the air as usual, rippling in the breeze like catkins in March, and passing by Fuhai.
Question 4: What kind of life is a poetic life? Please write poetically ... urgently! ! ! Tomorrow's class will spend 30 minutes from tomorrow to be a happy person.
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
Starting from tomorrow, care about ordering food and vegetables.
I want a house, facing the sea, warm in bloom in spring.
Question 5: Life needs poetry. How to write a poetic life? The sun rises and sets every day, pedestrians rush by every day, and we are all struggling in a seemingly peaceful life. If we live poetically, it seems to me that it is not Hemingway's romance when he looks up at Kilimanjaro's snow, nor Thoreau's loneliness when he lives alone by Walden Lake, but that in the complicated reality, we leave a pure land to plant our ideals, and then continue to struggle until we harvest a golden wheat field of life. This poetic life is exactly the three realms of life in Wang Guowei's "thorns on earth". Ideal. It is the first level of realm: "A person in a tall building will see the end of the world." It was the ideal that lit the spark, washed away the vast dust, and let us see the horizon at a glance and start the journey of pursuit. Tagore once said, "The paradise in my poems is the ideal in my heart." It is the ideal in the heart that will strive to pursue a poetic paradise. To live poetically, we must first have an ideal, whether it is dim or brilliant, whether it is small or great. Without ideals, how can the flowers bloom brilliantly in spring, how can the stars twinkle in Yin Hui in summer, how can we set sail on the road of life, and how can we draw a poem for the blue sky? Struggle is the second level of realm: "I don't regret it because my belt is getting wider." In "Wu Fengqi", Liu Yong tells his thoughts about Iraqis and his poetic life, waiting for him to struggle to realize his ideal. In reality, living poetically means picking up the axe of struggle, chopping the ideal stone, rolling up a thousand waves, and competing with lofty sentiments. Yesterday, Qin Shihuang set the ideal of unifying the whole country. Every step was slow and steady, attacking Xiongnu in the north, recovering Hetao in the south and reverting to Xiang Jun. The pace of struggle never stopped, and finally he was able to wipe out the six countries and sweep the spectacular scene of the Central Plains. Struggle makes the ideal shine, makes the road of life wider and wider, bears the unbearable weight of life, is chic and free, and is full of ambition, propping up a sunny day in life. Who can say that such a life is not poetic? ! Harvest. It is the third level: "suddenly looking back, that person is under the dim light." When the source of struggle waters the ideal field, autumn is the harvest season. This golden wheat field reflects a shining road of life. No matter how big or small this "wheat field" is, it doesn't matter whether the harvest is worth paying. As long as it is a harvest, it is already a result. If you succeed, you will get flowers and applause. If you fail, you will gain an experience, learn many lessons and start over. As Ji Xianlin, a master of Chinese studies, once said, "A person's life is like writing a poem. Your success and failure are all poems, a little poetry. " Harvest is the harvest of ideal, the harvest of struggle and the harvest of poetic life. Although our life is not like Li Bai's "Oh, let a spiritual person go to his favorite place to take risks and spin a thousand pieces of silver, they are all back!" " Ideal makes it bright, struggle makes it real, and harvest makes it have a golden poetic style. Break the lock of fate with persistence, let life live a poetic life, plant ideals and make unremitting efforts. I believe that there will be a harvest of "geese lead my heart to worry, mountains hold a good moon"! The famous teacher's comments on the poet's life may be poetic, but the poetic life cannot be limited to poets or poems; In addition to the artistic conception that gives people a sense of beauty, it also contains people's attitude towards life, quality of life and value orientation. Candidates thoroughly grasp the connotation of the examination questions from the three realms in Wang Guowei's "Words on Earth" and dig out their own unique thoughts-ideals, struggles and gains. Without superhuman wit, it is impossible to reach this level. The article breaks the traditional writing style of reasoning with a straight face, develops it with smart pen and ink full of prose charm, or quotes famous sayings and aphorisms, or flexibly uses poetic allusions. All ancient and modern materials are intended to be essays. For example, statements such as "If there is no ideal, how can the flowers in spring bloom brilliantly" are full of rationality; Such as "such a life, who dares to say that it is not poetic" and other statements are magnificent. It reads like flowing water, which is amazing.
Question 6: Words describing poetic life are poetic _ Baidu Chinese
poetic charm
[Interpretation] The artistic conception described in poetry and painting can give people aesthetic feeling.
[Source] Qing? Mo Luyu of Mao Xianglin: "Poetic and picturesque; Can be said in words; Only this one is affectionate;
Question 7: A poem about the idea that "everything in life is poetic", Yan Shu's seven-rhythm poem in Song Dynasty.
The tanker is gone, and there is no trace of Xia Yun.
Pear flower garden melts the moon, catkin pond is light wind. A portrayal of ordinary life.
After several days of loneliness and injury, smoking was sadly banned.
The poet saw off his worries after drinking.
Send off the school book in Xie x building, Xuanzhou
Lipper
Those who dislike me can't stay yesterday, and those who disturb my heart are more worried about today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword and raise your cup to drown your sorrow.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.