Living poetically, perhaps we should be as carefree as Tao Qian's "Southward Wilderness Returning to the Garden" and "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely". Living poetically, perhaps it should be like Li Bai's "Laughing at the sky and going out, are we Artemisia people?" Living poetically, perhaps, should be like Yi 'an laity. "What do you know? Do you know that?/You know what? Should be as gentle and simple as green, fat, red and thin. However, in the rapidly changing modern society, we can neither live in seclusion in the mountains like Tao Qian, nor act spontaneously like Li Bai, nor complain about others all day long and worry about the red flowers and green leaves like Yi 'an. Does poetic life only favor the ancients and exclude busy modern people? The answer isno. We can't live in seclusion. Who says we can't open up a spiritual garden in our hearts? Incompetence, can't you indulge your emotions in time? Don't be sentimental, can't you talk? Get up in the morning, have a cup of tea, and hold a book "Return to Xi", so that the leisurely mountain breeze thousands of years ago, accompanied by its own spirit, can be released into its quiet and warm spiritual pastoral, so that its heart can precipitate and precipitate, and a quiet world can be harvested in the agitation of modern cities. Isn't this a poetic life? After winning the football match, you ran in the stadium in the rain, letting sweat, rain and even excited tears run down your cheeks and wet your clothes. Someone doesn't understand your behavior and asks why a small victory in a ball game makes you so happy. But I said, this is a poetic life. A small victory is enough to cheer us up, and a small success is enough to make us enjoy it. Don't suppress your emotions, let them be free and unrestrained! There are unpleasant things in my heart, but there is no audience around me. At this time, if you lock these things in your heart, it will only increase your troubles. It is better to choose a modern way to live poetically! Writing down your own "troubles" on your blog is like telling your troubles to flowers and plants. Flowers and plants can't talk, but these "flowers and plants" can help you solve problems and make your unhappiness disappear faster. Isn't this a good choice? In fact, living poetically means taking care of our spiritual world. Philosophers say well, when the material is rich, never mistreat your own spirit. Only in this way can we live poetically like the ancients in the modern city of reinforced concrete.
The second composition of poetic life
Maybe I have lived in the city for too long, or maybe I am born to love the life of floating clouds and wild cranes, or maybe I am obsessed with nature. I stood in the traffic, ignoring the hustle and bustle of traffic, tired of busy life and dirty air. I am looking for a poetic mood, a poetic life.
So I took simple luggage and went into the mountains alone to find my dream. Far away, I heard the wind blowing through the pine forest on the top of the mountain, the flaming maple forest on the mountainside, and the wild flowers on the ground below the mountain, which messed up my hair and mixed with faint flowers. Looking back suddenly, behind me, butterflies are dancing; Look up, the intoxicating sky blue is a kind of ethereal blue, which my clumsy language can't describe. The result is very blue. Looking down, I suddenly saw the dense and unknown grass, swaying in the wind and staring at your eyes in the sun; Close your eyes, take a deep breath, full of the fragrance of grass and flowers, only feel a heavy heart suddenly light up, as if wandering alone in the sky, like a cloud in the blue waves, like a butterfly dancing in ink and wash with a wave of his sleeve.
I walked quietly on the mountain road, unwilling to let my clumsy voice disturb such a touching sound of nature. I don't know whether the birds are singing the beautiful scenery of the mountains, calling for their former partners or pouring out their dreams last night. I only know that they should be very happy, otherwise how could they make such a touching sound. There is also the sound of fallen leaves and the sound of the wind flying on the branches and leaves. Listen quietly, as if you also heard the flowers blooming and falling all over the mountain, and as if you heard the sound of seeds sprouting and breathing. Maybe your heart is singing along with it, so you forget the reality and prosperity, enjoy this coolness and tranquility alone, and taste this elegant and beautiful state of mind.
The wind is blowing, wrinkling a pool of spring water and dancing a piece of wheat straw. Please close your eyes and think about it: a quiet hill is pregnant with all kinds of life and exudes the fragrance of his unique life. Isn't it an ideal state?
Living poetically, the heart roams in the free poetic space, and the feelings are purified in the beautiful mountains and rivers. What I pursue is human poetry, simple but not monotonous, quiet and immortal, indifferent and happy. You can listen to the rain and the wind by the window; You can enjoy the scenery and listen to the sounds of nature; You can be alone in the middle of the night, with indifferent taste and open your heart.
Living poetically, my life can be poetic.