Poetic life composition 1 1
When my friend came back from the countryside, the first call was sent to my mobile phone. "Brother, come out and sit down. I've been busy for a few days. I really want to sit down and chat." Of course, it is an obligation to realize that a friend must have something on his mind or something to say.
I just needed to relax recently, so I agreed without delay. Determine the time and place. Naturally, we will meet soon.
Looking at my friend's tired appearance, it seems that he hasn't woken up for several days and blinked slowly. So I know I've been really haggard recently.
Don't rush to find a topic to say, exchange pleasantries, and naturally think about how to open the topic. It turns out that friends are overworked and ideological pressure has become a burden. After living in the country for a few days, I naturally felt deeply. In addition, I have just entered a new working environment recently, and I always miss the familiar intoxication of the past.
So, considering that in order to help, we talked about many topics that we never mentioned. For example, how to find a point suitable for your own development in the new environment and how to be familiar with the change of roles.
In any case, choice and adaptation are tasks that we need to do every day.
Isn't life like this, getting familiar day after day, and getting familiar from strangeness? Whether it is work, whether it is difficult, whether it is the environment. We need to explore and choose.
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I remember a poet in Chile wrote a story in his memoirs. The poet once adopted an injured swan, but after the wound of the swan healed, the poet held it and swam by the river every day, while the injured swan floated on the water, always staying there motionless, looking at the distance with sad eyes and sighing fragile. The poet later said that it was because he was too homesick to think of the pain of his life.
Until one day, the poet held the swan to take a bath as usual, but as he walked, the poet felt a soft arm slipping off his cheek and the swan died silently.
After the poet sighed, he understood a truth: "sometimes the fragility of the soul is not given by life, but the fragility of his own heart." If you are not optimistic about crossing the threshold of one year, you will be either strong or weak, and the swan will die. The regret left can only be said to be regret. "
Just like friends, facing the new living environment, they never really feel the beautiful side of the new environment. But still in his past memory, maybe he didn't explore or think.
Therefore, after returning to work for a few days, I always feel exhausted. In fact, everyone will encounter this feeling, but how do we adjust and need to feel the delicious present of another life.
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Moonlight, sometimes in our eyes, is a sad landscape. Sometimes in our hearts, it is a romantic mood.
Because different periods may be related to our mood.
It is not that life is smooth sailing, nor that everyone's mood will be sunny and carefree. But the key is how to find a balance, not everyone can do it.
I remember Wang, one of the most famous national musicians in China in the 20th century. In his songs, we often feel a distant beauty. This kind of beauty is a beauty that can go deep into the soul in life.
The pastoral, mountain breeze, cattle and sheep he pursues will always appear in our hearts. The whip that was particularly lightly hit on the body inspired many people's infinite yearning and sang the voices of countless people.
But after all, it's just art, and art is not life. This feeling in life will only appear when you are alone after a quiet meal, in a beautiful relationship and in a turbulent life, perhaps only a few people.
The development of society is no longer a passionate pastoral of nature. What is needed is not only oil, salt, vegetables, rice, soy sauce, vinegar tea, but also the reality of life.
Therefore, some people say that the soul has filled life without leaving any blank.
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How to find your own life again and feel the light of life again? Maybe it's not in that distant place or in a small bookstore. But in the developing social tide.
Goethe once said, "Character determines fate." In fact, this is a very philosophical language. After all, it was written by a famous artist, not just an expression. Because the past history is like a mysterious hole, no one can control not only his future, but also his present.
However, how to find your own destiny, maybe there is a shortcut in life. Whether this interpretation is due to the exquisite decoration of literary works or the cultural accumulation of life. A life full of vagaries is the whole process of a person's life and development in the world.
Perhaps the author is too complicated to consider, or too naive.
But from this aspect of life alone, we can still find some path models for exploration and development. For example, respect life, respect your heart and respect every day that belongs to you.
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When we live in the city, we often see dances in the square. Such scenery will appear before our eyes every morning when we get on the first bus or stroll in the corner of the city.
Just as the sun rises and sets every day, the figure of tall buildings also changes the way we enter our eyes. No matter how the city works, no matter what people are busy with. The appearance of every kind of landscape often has a certain law of life.
The same is true in rural areas, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, no matter how the seasons change. Everyone who works is cultivating his "dream".
Maybe, we will be sad for a little thing, maybe we will get into trouble in life.
However, without these, our life would be dull.
Perhaps, we will envy others' success and face our own failure. I will also imagine the fate of others, countless years of efforts, there will always be a lot of things missing.
Envy belongs to envy, imagination belongs to imagination, and daily life needs us to face it seriously. Instead of spending more time thinking, it is better to spend more time doing it.
"Autumn moon and spring flowers depend on tourists' appreciation and mountains and rivers to know each other. "In fact, life is full of fun, fun and elegance. If we don't have our own way, why don't we have our own heart first?
Although life is a real reality, in reality, everyone's feelings and dreams will not be lacking, which is the real fairness.
Feel the poetic life, and you will certainly create a beautiful moment.
Poetic Life Composition 2 All living things are like grass, and everyone will realize the beauty of living high!
Among many books, I chose to read this one. At first, what attracted me was the title of the book. I thought: Can every grass blossom?
The content of this book is very simple and consists of many short stories. Every story, in its eyes, may be disdainful or dull; However, in Ding Limei's works, these stories are endowed with distinctive flavor, which makes people feel the silent affection and the truth of life in the short stories. The stories are simple, but each one is worth pondering and thinking about.
"Setbacks in life are always inevitable. The important thing is to live poetically in setbacks. Living well is the essence of life. " This sentence impressed me deeply. It comes from life, frustration or poetry. This story mainly tells that a boy with excellent grades was admitted to a technical secondary school, thinking that he could "carp yue longmen", but his quota was squeezed out by a cadre's children. Later, I continued my studies with the help of my relatives, but I was diagnosed with hepatitis B in college. He was disappointed, but his father's words made him understand that living well is happiness. Therefore, he refused to fall. The flowers he planted brought fresh fragrance to the whole village. His beautiful flute attracted a beautiful girl who became his wife. His exquisite root carving has become the most beautiful decoration in people's homes.
I think many people, when encountering the same problems as him, may not be as persistent as him. Maybe I will give up my studies after I can't go to technical secondary school; Maybe after he was diagnosed with hepatitis B, he was full of disappointment, waiting for the end of his life ... but he didn't. He used his actions to add "poetry" to his own life, even to the lives of the whole village and even more people, and perfectly explained "living the essence of life in setbacks". This toughness is lacking by many people.
Every grass has its flowering period. After a series of steps such as fertilization, watering and weeding, the grass will produce bright and beautiful flowers. However, without the previous process, grass is grass, which will not bloom and add a touch of bright color to its life. Just like life, life is not destined to be smooth sailing, and it will be full of difficulties and obstacles along the way. Only after experiencing setbacks, hardships and setbacks, but still insisting on not giving up, will we finally usher in the day of success.
In the world, there are many unknown people who are living in their own way and living the poetry of life with their own unique highlights. All beings are like grass, and everyone will realize the beauty of living high!
Poetic Life Composition 3 Among the nine literary goddesses of Mount Olympus, the muse of poetry is the most touching and charming; In the dazzling literary starry sky, the constellation of poetry is the undisputed crown, and the life of poetry is always young and never old.
A reasonable life orientation is not close to money or power, but close to the soul. Singing poetry is undoubtedly listening to your own heart and grasping your own heart. Life has its own poems. With poetry, life is not necessarily much, but without poetry, life is always less. What is this? We'll know when we have it.
There is a battlefield in the poem. If it is adapted from Mo Jun, it will be a tragic success. It is also the barren autumn grass fertilizer in the desert, and the desolation of the few watchers left by the solitary wall in the sunset; It heard the cold knocking sound of the washing mallet, shook down the leaves, and remembered the ten-year miss of Liaoyang. Suddenly I saw the willow color of a stranger and regretted teaching my husband to find seals.
There is an idyllic scenery in the poem, which means that spring is a quiet and precious stream, the water is shining under the shade of trees, and it loves the gentleness and tranquility of the sun. It is also a hazy place with clear skies and rainy days. It is the moonlight plain in the pine forest, the crystal stone in the stream, and the surprise that the moon brings to birds in spring; This is a warm and distant village. Cigarettes live together in a market in Iraq, and it is also a kind of loneliness to look at Nanshan leisurely under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums.
There are ideals in the poem, but it makes Longcheng fly, and does not teach Huma Yinshan military intelligence; Please go to Lingyange temporarily. If you are a famous Wan Huhou, it is also a political desire. It's a horseshoe disease, and the dream of seeing Chang 'an flowers come true one day. It is also the dream of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City. The bell of the passenger ship failed at midnight. It is a dedication to pointing fingers at thousands of people and bowing down to be a willing ox. It is also a tribute to Lengxing, and I commend Xuanyuan's sacrifice with my blood.
There is love in poetry, that is, there is no mausoleum in the mountains. The integration of heaven and earth is the firmness that dares to fight with you, and it is also the eternal amber love that once the sea was difficult for water; This is the scene of spring. In spring, silkworm moths will weave until they die. Every night, the candle is crying, and the wick of the candle is drained. This is also people's expectation of cutting candles at the west window, but they are talking about the late rain. It's the kind of infatuation that I don't regret when my clothes are widened, which makes people haggard for Iraq. It is also our oath to fly in heaven. Two birds have the same wings. Who wants to get married?
In the spring drought, it is better to forget the rivers and lakes and go fishing in the fields. Life needs to be remembered, but it will be forgotten forever, except perhaps poetry. At that time, we had dreams, about literature and love, and were good at traveling around the world. Now we drink in the middle of the night, and the cups touch together, which is the sound of broken dreams. Kitajima said, when you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and taking a nap by the fire, please write this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your eyes and their heavy shadows in the past. At the age of 27, Ye Zhi made such a firm oath to Mao Degang, and the past was like smoke. Perhaps the charm of solemn words in poetry can leave us with memories of the past, which poets should firmly believe.
Poetry is like our dreams. We took great pains to decorate it with gorgeous rhetoric, grand ambition and grand imagination. Poets are often accompanied by misfortune, because in this red dust, maybe we will regain everything except our dreams. In the ups and downs, the poet John wrote immortal poems with the power of life. We kept our emotions and finally ourselves, so we stayed away from Qian Shan and heard their deep memory of will. The voice seemed to say: I didn't go far, I'll be back soon.
Poetry is like precious tea. It's better to retreat anywhere than to retreat to your own psychology. Quiet, not so painful. I insist that peace is only the order of the soul. Kyle Aurili said that the so-called poetry of life is to open your heart, get rid of the shackles of reality, not accept the pity and bondage of fate, and welcome the sea and the sky with a brand-new attitude, which is extraordinary. This is life.
In the poetry world, Li Bai's imperial concubine grinds ink, and Lux's arrogance of taking off his boots is admirable. Du Fu's second Cao was born after his name, and his endless feelings of rivers and lakes are alarming. In addition, there are He Gui's smart bartending, Tao Yuanming's leisurely chrysanthemum picking, Li He's painstaking chanting and Su Shi's 300 lychees. As an open-minded Lingnan poet, he is always passionate. They also have greed, ignorance and anger, which are not surprisingly revealed in their poems. For example, Liu Yong's view of Chu is shallow and low-key, Li Shangyin's sentimental side, Lu You and Tang Wan's desperate love and death, Wen Yin's poems are intertwined with You Youwei's love and hate, and the charm of beautiful women's kitsch leads to love passing through fate. Poetry brings love and hate, but it has nothing to do with it.
Life is poetic, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance. Time can easily throw people away. Cherry is red and banana is green. Perhaps when poetry is spoiled, it will never grow old, but it is silently attached to it, and the silent Lushan misty rain and Zhejiang tide will never hate it. There will be nothing to do when we get there. Lushan is rainy, and Zhejiang is rainy. In a dream life, poetry will never be absent.
Poetic Life Composition 4 Among the nine literary goddesses on Mount Olympus, the muse is the most touching and charming. In the dazzling literary starry sky, the constellation of poetry is the undisputed crown, and the life of poetry is always young and never old.
The reasonable position of life is not close to money or power, but close to the soul. Poetry and eulogy, carefully worded, are undoubtedly listening to your heart and gripping. Life has its own poetry. With poetry, life is not necessarily much, but without poetry, life is always less. What it is, we don't know until we have it.
There is a battlefield in the poem, which is a tragedy of "sealing things with words, and one will accomplish everything"; It is also the desolation of "autumn grass in the desert, a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall at sunset"; It is the memory of "smelling the cold beating of the washing mallet and shaking the leaves, ten years of success, remembering Liaoyang", and the regret of "suddenly seeing the strange willow color and regretting to teach my husband to find a seal" ...
There is pastoral in the poem, which is the tranquility of "the spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the softness", and it is also the obscurity of "the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy"; It is the plainness of "there is moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream", and it is also the surprise of "when is the bright moon startled and birds sing in the spring stream"; It is the * * home of "warm people's village, smoke in Yi Yi market", and also the solitude of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely" ...
There is an ideal in the poem, which is the military feeling of "only making Longcheng fly, not teaching Huma to spend the Yinshan Mountain"; It is also the political wish of "Please go to Lingyange temporarily, if you are a famous Wan Huhou"; It is the dream of "the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang 'an in one day", and it is also the dream of "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship". It is the dedication of "bumping your head into a thousand fingers and bowing your head as a willing ox" and the sacrifice of "I commend Xuanyuan with blood" ...
There is love in the poem, which is the firmness of "the mountain has no mausoleum, and the heaven and the earth dare to decide with you", and it is also the love of "once the sea was difficult for water, it will always be amber"; This is the vision of "the silkworm dies, and the candle cries at night", and it is also the expectation of "cutting the candle at the west window, but talking about the rain at night"; This is the infatuation of "my belt is getting wider, I will never regret it, and I will languish for Iraq", and it is also the infatuation of "We want to fly in the sky, two birds with the same wings, and I want to knot on the ground" ...
"Spring drought, fish in the land. It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. " Life needs to be remembered, but it will always be forgotten, except perhaps poetry. "At that time, we had dreams. About literature and love, we were good at traveling around the world. Now we drink late at night, and the cups touch together, which is the sound of broken dreams. " Kitajima said, "When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the softness of your past eyes and the heavy shadows of their past ..." Ye Zhi made such a firm vow to Mao Degang at the age of 27, and the past was like smoke. Perhaps the charm of the solemn words in the poem can leave us memories, which the poet should firmly believe!
Poetry is like our dreams. We tirelessly decorate it with gorgeous rhetoric, grand ambition and magnificent imagination. Poets are often accompanied by misfortune, because in this rolling world of mortals, maybe when we lose everything except our dreams, we will regain it. The poet Huck wrote immortal poems with the power of life in ups and downs. I kept my emotions, and finally I kept myself, so we stayed away from Qianshan and heard their deep memories of Will. The voice seemed to say: I have never gone far, and I will be back soon.
Poetry is like precious tea. "If a person retreats to any place, it is better to retreat to his own mind, which is more peaceful and less painful ... I insist that tranquility is only the order of the mind." Marcus Aurelius's Deep Thinking says that the so-called poesy of life is to knock on the soul, get rid of the shackles of reality, no longer accept the mercy and bondage of fate, and welcome the sea and sky with a new attitude. This is the true meaning of poetry.
There are always some dispensable things in life. Without them, it is harmless, but without them, life will lose a lot of excitement and poetry will be satisfactory.
In the poetry world, Li Bai's arrogance of "the imperial concubine grinds the ink, and the genius takes off his boots" is amazing, and Du Fu's feelings of "two grasses are famous, and the rivers and rivers are worthy of eternal flow" are alarming. In addition, there are the smartness of "A Rich Husband Mixing Wine", the leisure of Tao Yuanming's "Picking Chrysanthemums under the East Hedgehog", the bitterness of Li He's "Painful Solitude" and the bitterness of Su Shi. They also have greed, ignorance, resentment and resentment, which are all revealed in their poems without exception, such as Liu Yong's shallow singing in Chuting, Li Shangyin's sentimentality, the love and hate between Lu You and Tang Wan, and the love and hate between Wen and You Youwei ... because the poem says that "beauty is stunning, which makes people feel that someone is destined to be." Poetry brings love and hate, but it has nothing to do with it.
Life is naturally poetic, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green. Maybe poetry has time to spoil, and it will never grow old. Only gentle love is quiet, without words ... "The misty rain in Lushan, Zhejiang Province is not so hateful. Don't worry when you arrive, Lushan Mountain in Zhejiang Province is foggy and rainy. " In a life with dreams, poetry is never absent.