The first story is about turning life into poetry, but I don't know what it means.
The second story tells that when the author's grandmother died, he was very sad because a person who loved him left forever. Dad said she went to a safer place-heaven. This story tells us to turn bad things into good things.
The third story is about a student who wants to be a clown. One teacher said he didn't have great ambitions, but another praised him and said he was willing to bring laughter to the whole world.
The last story is about a trip to Japan, where there are potholes everywhere. One of the tour guides repeatedly apologized and said that the road was just like pockmarked. Another tour guide said poetically to the tourists: Ladies and gentlemen, the road we are taking now is Izu's charming dimple avenue. Through this story, I think I shouldn't complain about bad things.
Although life is just an old account, we can adapt it. Those romantic events can be adapted into poetry, those daily necessities can be adapted into prose, and those bumpy disasters can be adapted into novels, so that your life can flow like running water and be full of poetry; Sometimes it's like the ups and downs of mountain roads.
One summer night when I was a child, a flying insect flew into my ear. I fiddled with my ears in a hurry, but the little flying bug refused to come out anyway. I was so anxious that I began to cry. Grandma took out the clear oil and said that a few drops into the ear hole could suffocate the flying insects.
My mother woke me up, put her ear on the lighted light bulb, and whispered in my ear, Bug, Bug, come out and play for you ... Sure enough, in a short time, Bug climbed out and danced around the light bulb. Mom said that bugs like light best, and wherever there is light, it runs.
As for the two different methods, the poet Sun Xiaojie explained that the former is life and the latter is poetry.
I was very sad when my grandmother died. A person who loves me is gone forever and will never come back. Suddenly I saw the dark abyss of life. My father touched my head and said, grandma is out of town, and that direction is the direction of heaven, where birds and flowers are beautiful. I know grandma is a very devout Christian, and this explanation makes my heart lock.
My father adapted my sadness into a fairy tale.
Life can be turned into poetry, which is an extraordinary and ordinary ability.
A third-grade elementary school student wrote in his composition that he wanted to be a clown in the future. A teacher approved: without ambition, you can't teach a boy! Another teacher wishes: May you bring laughter to the whole world!
Once I traveled to Izu Peninsula in Japan, the road conditions were very poor and there were potholes everywhere. One of the tour guides repeatedly apologized and said that the road was just like pockmarked. Another tour guide said poetically to the tourists: Ladies and gentlemen, the road we are taking now is the famous Izu charming dimple avenue.
Although life is just an old account, we can adapt it. Those romantic events can be adapted into poetry, those daily necessities can be adapted into prose, and those bumpy disasters can be adapted into novels, so that your life can flow like running water and be full of poetry; Sometimes it's like the ups and downs of mountain roads, and the future is bright.