Modern Prose Poetry of Life Philosophy

1. Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" Starting from tomorrow, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea and full of spring flowers. Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. That happy lightning told me, and I will tell everyone. Give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future, everything will be fine, and you will be very happy in this city. I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms. Appreciation: The world is full of literature, but it is hard to make it plain. This little poem is full of happiness. It embraces everything with its broad mind. It warms people's hearts because it pushes itself to death and the world to happiness. Reading this poem depends on intuition. It gives people the strength to survive and tells the world that the world is the only paradise. Live a good life, how bright the sun is and how wonderful life is! Second, Bian Zhilin's "Broken Chapter" You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. Appreciation: "Broken Chapters" implies that life is just an experience, just like a fleeting fragment in the illusory world of movies. We are not the protagonists in the play, but without us, the play would not be so wonderful. Third, Zong Baihua's "The Stream of Life" My stream of life is a floating cloud on the ocean, forever shining into the endless blue of the sea and sky. The stream of my life is the microwave on the river, which always reflects the green mountains and trees on both sides. The stream of my life is the sound waves on the strings, always surrounding the autumn stars and bright moon among the pine forests. The stream of my life is the love wave on the spring of her heart, which will always haunt her day and night. Appreciation: This is a poem with flowing beauty, which reminds people of a gurgling stream, clear and sweet. What I see from it is the natural state of life: unpretentious, good and indisputable. Its beauty is beautiful and real. Reading such poems all my life is not only touching, but also happiness. Fourth, Zheng Chouyu's "Mistake" I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and I looked like a lotus in the season. If the east wind doesn't come, the catkins in March can't fly. Your heart is like a lonely town, like a bluestone street facing dusk. The sound is silent, the spring curtain in March has not been opened, and your heart is a closed small window sash. My father's horseshoe was a beautiful mistake. I am not a passer-by, just a passer-by ... Appreciation: this poem is like a song singing an old story gently. Smellable, full of fragrance. Reading is like reading a picture, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and ordinary alleys, and every place is exciting. If the biggest vagrancy is impermanence of life, why not stop and enjoy it slowly! If you can't catch up with people who travel far away, it is also a kind of happiness to be with people around you. V. Xu Zhimo's "Accidental" I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in your heart. You don't have to be surprised, let alone happy. It disappeared in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting! Appreciation: Life is an accident. The encounter between you and me is like the brightest fireworks we have ever seen in each other's world, blooming the most beautiful brilliance! Let love stay at this most beautiful moment, the love in the world is a kind of hazy. Gu Cheng's Don't Pace There, even if you are desperate, don't just immerse yourself in sadness. Don't pace there. The dream is too deep. You have no feathers. Life cannot measure the depth of death. Don't pace there. Go down the mountain. Life needs repetition. This is a road. Don't pace there. Say goodbye to despair. Say goodbye to the valley in the wind. Crying is a kind of happiness. Don't pace there. Lights and flowers beside the wheat fields shook the curtain of dawn.