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2012-04-04 16:49 Author: *Fingertips pass through the fleeting time* 10178 people have read | 5 Comments Related Articles | I want to contribute
What is life? Others say that life is like a cup of tempting coffee, which is slightly bitter and exudes a strong fragrance; life is like a rose with thorns, although it is thorny but has fragrance; life is like a fleeting shooting star, although there is no sun. of brilliance, but there is always a moment of beauty. And to me, life is like a poem. In life, there are the connotations and solemnity of ancient poems, the unique expression of modern poems, the delicacy and softness of lyric poems, and the elegance and elegance of prose poems.
The flowers in the forest faded away in a hurry. Life should be "green, fat, red and thin"; the euphemism of "the light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not close"; the excitement of "the garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall". Life should have the elegance of "the clear water in the sky, rowing a boat and listening to the rain to sleep"; the hope of "wildfires will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow again"; the challenge of "there will be times to ride the wind and waves, and hang sails to help the sea".
In life, there is the loss: "When the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity the red silk fragrance?"; there is also the loss: "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it." Surprise; life includes: "Looking northwest to Chang'an, there are countless pitiful mountains"; there is also: "Thirty years of fame and dust, eight hundred miles of clouds and moon"; there is also: "Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears" There is also the leisurely feeling of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and seeing the Nanshan Mountain leisurely".
In the colorful university life, in the poetic life, I appreciate, I listen, and I read.
It gives me the inspiration of life, the breath of love, the influence of beauty, psychological dialogue and emotional narration