Life has its own poetry
Class 18, Grade 2, Zongyang Middle School, Anhui Province? Xu Xiaobo
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.
a reasonable position in life is not close to money or power, but to the soul. Poetry and eulogy, with meticulous words, are undoubtedly listening to your heart and gripping your heart. Life has its own poetry, with poetry, life may not be more, but without poetry, life will always be less. What it is, we won't know until we have it.
There is a battlefield in the poem, which is a tragic story of "sealing the Hou affairs with your words, and the success of one general will be ruined"; It is also the desolation of "the desert is full of grass and fertilizer in autumn, and the few surviving watchers by the lonely wall at sunset"; It is the yearning for "hears the washing-mallets' cold beat shake the leaves down, ten years' achievement, remembering Liaoyang", and the regret of "suddenly seeing the willow color in the stranger's head and regretting to teach my husband to find a marquis" ...
There is pastoral in the poem, which is the silence of "the spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees loves sunny and soft according to the water", and it is also "the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and misty. It is the plainness of "moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks", and it is also a surprise of "the birds are startled when the moon rises, and they are singing in the spring stream"; It is the * * residence of "warm and distant people's village, smoke in Yiyi market", and also the solitude of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan" ...
There is an ideal in the poem, which is the military feeling of "but making Longcheng fly, not teaching Huma to spend the cloudy mountains"; It is also the political wish of "please temporarily go to Lingyange, 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's the dedication of "looking down on a thousand fingers, bowing down as a willing ox", and the sacrifice of "I commend Xuanyuan with my blood" ...
There is love in the poem, which is the firmness of "The mountains are without tombs, and the combination of heaven and earth dares to fight with you", and it's also the love of "It was once difficult for the sea to make water, and forever amber"; It is the vision of "and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away", and it is also the expectation of "when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain"; It's the infatuation of "I will never regret if my belt widens gradually, and it will make people haggard for Iraq", and it's also the oath of "that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one is willing to tie the knot in the ground" ... < P > "It's better to forget about the rivers and lakes when the spring dries up and the fish is on land, and it's better to be wet and wet." Life needs to be remembered, but it will always be forgotten, except perhaps poetry. "At that time, we had dreams, about literature, about love, and we were good at traveling across the world. Now we drink alcohol late at night and the cups touch each other, which is the sound of broken dreams." Kitajima said, "When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take down this poem, read it slowly, and recall the softness of your eyes in the past and their heavy shadows in the past ..." Ye Zhi made such a firm oath to Mao Degang at the age of 27, and the past was full of clouds and smoke. Perhaps the charm of the solemn words of the poem can leave us with memories, which should be firmly believed by poets!
Poetry is like our dream. 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 we will only regain it when we lose everything but our dream. The poet Hakke wrote immortal poems with the power of life in the ups and downs. I kept my emotions, and finally I kept myself, so we were far away from Qian Shan and heard their deep memories of will. The voice seemed to say: I have never gone far, and I will return soon.
Taste poetry, such as tasting precious tea, "It is better for a person to retreat to any place than to retreat to his own mind, which is more peaceful and less painful ... I insist that tranquility is just the order of the mind." Marcus Aurelius's "Deep Thoughts" said that the so-called poetry of life is to knock on the heart, break free from the shackles of reality, no longer accept the mercy and shackles of fate, and greet sea and the sky with a new attitude, which 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 palace of poetry, the arrogance of Li Bai's "imperial concubine grinds ink, and the genius takes off his boots" makes people admire, and Du Fu's feelings of "Ercao is famous for his body, and he does not waste the rivers and rivers forever" make people realize. In addition, there are the chic of He Zhizhang's "golden turtle mixing wine", the carefree of Tao Yuanming's "picking chrysanthemums" and the bitter of Li He's "painstaking efforts" They are not only on the top, but also have greed, ignorance and resentment, which are all revealed in their poems without accident, such as the shallow singing and whispering of Liu Yong's Qin Lou Chu Guan, the sentimental side of Li Shangyin, the love-hate relationship between Lu You and Tang Wan, and the love-hate entanglement between Wen Tingyun and Yu Youwei ... Because of the poem, "A beautiful woman has a beautiful color, resulting in a romantic relationship." Poetry brings love and hatred, but all this has nothing to do with it.
Life is poetic, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. The streamer easily throws people away, turning cherries red and plantains green. Perhaps poetry has time to spoil, never grow old, only there is tender love quietly, and there is no words ... "The misty rain in Lushan Mountain in Zhejiang Province is not so hateful. When you arrive, don't worry, Lushan is misty and rainy in Zhejiang. " Life with dreams, poetry is never absent.
Instructor: Wu Chengen
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