In everyday life, everyone is familiar with poetry. Poetry shows the art of language with strong sense of rhythm, wonderful rhythm, refined language, strange imagination and rich feelings. What poems have you read? The following are poems of my life, welcome to read and collect.
Poetry of life 1 Nowadays, more and more people write poems, and every poet is thinking about his own writing style, which is an effective writing. Although there is no exact definition of "effective", different opinions are in the poet's self-control. This looks very kind, but it will eventually become an obstacle to the development of poetry. Poetry has really achieved a completely laissez-faire self-behavior, which is definitely a kind of harm to the real pursuit of freedom. Freedom is relative and must be within the order of public beauty-a beautiful spirit possessed by human beings. Otherwise, freedom is impossible and will not be beautiful. It will inevitably slide into the mud pit of laissez-faire, become an out-and-out personal action that is not beneficial to mankind, and actually slide into darkness. True freedom is to have the beautiful spirit of human beings, not to be scattered. With this freedom, mankind has gained light.
Since 1980s, there have been various attempts in poetry, and the writing of poetry has been greatly liberated. Poets have gained relatively extensive independent expression in poetry, but this is still limited, because these independences are more reflected in the formal construction of poetry, and poetry lacks a higher and broader realm, which naturally leads to poetry being full of falsehood, boredom, emptiness and posturing, as well as rigidity, vulgarity, numbness and smirk. This is a form. I am in favor of diversified writing, but when writing becomes a trick to break away from human beauty, it really becomes a shameful tragedy. Poetry and ode is a great art, which, besides being technically natural, should become a beacon of human spirit. This is a beautiful and great poem that we call and praise. Great poetry is, of course, guiding and helping human beings to build themselves, eliminating darkness and achieving spiritual integrity, which is undoubtedly the light of human beings. Based on the above understanding, editing the "holistic" poetry writing text of Poems and People is the starting point and significance of this paper.
The works published in this issue of Poetry and People are based on "honest writing". When dealing with current or daily themes, works must reflect the presence of soul and body at the same time, that is, they do not blindly tend to be physical and materialized. What we want to see is that the poet's observation of the world and his relationship with the world appear on the eternal and sacred side, not on the vulgar and trivial side; We admit that people are contradictory and have a helpless and timid side, but we don't give in or avoid it. We have the courage to fight against it until we surpass it. In these poems, what we want to see is a noble soul, a soul that individuals breathe together with the whole mankind, rather than daily small favors and small fights, that is to say, even if poetry deals with daily events, it must be a big soul.
Due to the separation of social life and aesthetics, on the one hand, we must admit that social life is a material-based diversification, and it must allow the existence of various lifestyles and values, including vulgarity, pettiness and have it both ways, without gross negligence, but aesthetics must be based on the "basic point" of human dreams, at least to see the figure of human beings constantly striving for a more open life. Therefore, we should not underestimate the possibility of a great soul hidden in our ordinary body. This soul is to "always carry out all personal sincerity, love, courage and wisdom dedicated to all mankind (not local interests)", and at the same time eliminate the darkness in the human spirit and return to the bright realm. It is precisely because we believe that "no matter what name or behavior human beings tamper with the words of conscience, justice and love corresponding to the big mind, they can never change the fact that they once existed inevitably." Therefore, in this materialistic era, we have the courage to call for "honest" poetry writing, honest humanistic spirit and light.
Poetry of Life 2 Perhaps,
Until the sun evaporated everything on the earth
You can get out of the misunderstanding.
At that time,
Perhaps, I miss you.
Inserted wings
fly away
The world is wandering.
Too much poison
Enough to corrode
Loyalty, loyalty and yours
The heart of a newborn baby-innocence
Eyes made of meat
False vision
Will deceive your judgment
So,
Practice your brain.
Let it blossom countless flowers of wisdom.
dustless
This is the supreme bodhi
It is my spiritual home.
This is the light I am looking for.
Shine on my cold soul
Pass on the warmth of the world.
An unknown leaf
Absorbed all the sunshine this morning.
Left a shadow of greed.
A green and silent pine forest
Show warmth and kindness to the route.
Turned away, eyes cold.
These,
Maybe, it's worthless.
However, this means a lot.
I don't know what to say.
God, I don't know.
Poetry of life III. An ignorant childhood
Always in the infancy of maternal love.
Happy growth
Cradle is the source of happiness.
A pure teenager
Always dreaming innocently
Mature dignity
Leave a long-awaited dream
Yi brochette
Enthusiastic youth
Forever in the bright colors of youth
Dreaming of the spring of love
Crazy about one person
Crazy about one person
The world of two people is entangled.
Until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
Stay in middle age
Only through the clouds of life.
I also crossed the threshold of love.
Smile at the blue sky and white clouds.
How many regrets I wasted.
How many wonderful encounters did you miss?
How many unforgettable karma have you lost?
If you miss it, you really know how to cherish it.
I feel chilling when I lose it.
To get out of the next more exciting road.
I have to carefully support the fence of years.
Don't throw away what a good life gives.
At the end of any detail
Let the warmth and sunshine of life
Before the end of winter comes
A bag to enrich life
All the way is full of scenery
Waiting for the sun to set.
Be able to harvest
Part; One copy; A stock
Colorful, dazzling
Let go in a hurry
life
Leave too many regrets.
Poems of life, four books give people spiritual edification,
Reading makes people smarter;
Reading is our most faithful companion!
Choose a book,
Will be with you for life!
She opened a bright door for me when I was confused.
When I was in trouble, she showed me the way forward;
I still stubbornly avoided her guidance,
But she finally got me to start reading.
The journey of life always needs a partner,
Then who will be your most loyal partner?
When I met you side by side,
I am intoxicated by your elegant and generous gesture.
I can't forget it,
I meet you in the library every day,
Every time you bring me a beautiful world!
From then on, you have been my lifelong companion.
You are my most unforgettable confidant.
You keep telling me to open my eyes,
You intoxicated me with the ocean of knowledge;
You let me get ahead of others,
You gave me the spirit of continuous exploration!
When I'm lonely,
You wait quietly.
You are my lifelong companion,
You are the communicator of my soul,
My spiritual world is constantly enriched;
Will be attributed to her,
She set me on the road to success!
Poetry of Life: It snowed on Thursday night, remember?
I want to send you some words.
I compare life to snow.
therefore
Formation of snow
Like a newborn baby.
The falling process of snow
Like a person's life.
There is a strong wind baptism.
I finally made it to the end.
To see you.
But the cold ground.
But, my friend,
Lucky raindrops and snowflakes
not a few
They will also fall on
Birds, trees
Even people.
There are thousands of raindrops in the world.
There are thousands of people.
They will come into contact with warm bodies.
It's cold to leave without any plan.
Although the price dried up earlier.
However, what you realize is that
Your satisfaction, your palpitations
People have three barriers.
Very few customs clearance.
Family, friendship, love
I'm inside
I can't convince you.
I just hope you can
Facing strong wind and cold
I believe you will be luckier than me.
Meet that
You can't miss it.
It belongs to you.
warmth
Poetry of life 6 can't catch your tail,
I can't touch your face,
Only the gentleness of the wind,
Imagine your taste.
Yellow leaves,
Who ended their lives?
The invisible hand.
Persimmons all over the mountain,
They have completed the maturity of life.
The promoter of life.
Is the joy of life,
It is also the cry of the end of life.
There is no time to miss autumn more.
Mom, the fine lines around her eyes,
Who, who, gave her an ugly makeup.
Stole her lovely young face.
And my father's half gray hair,
I am also deprived of my youthful strength and often lonely.
I can't hear you breathing,
Cann't catch up with your footprints,
You are the beginning and end of all life.
Crazy roll up all the love, hate and hatred.
Listening to the sound of the waves,
Attachment to your warmth.
Every time I leave,
I have to cross your body.
How can I love and hate every word?
Poetry of Life 7 Celebration at Birth
Always accompanied by the cry of the baby's first delivery.
The Eye of China's Entry into WTO
Reflect a spotless crystal
Childhood fantasy
As clear as water.
Hanging in the sky like dissolved moonlight
Young people are full of lofty sentiments.
Surging like the tide
Can't see the ups and downs in the world of mortals.
Tired, a glass of turbid wine makes me sad.
Wake up, don't wait for vicissitudes in humiliation.
The ups and downs are intertwined.
It's just a touch of time when the years graffiti.
A glimpse of the rain flower on the poetic road
Just a little bit of the past left over from yesterday to today.
Resentment and resentment that once gathered and dissipated.
The flowers have fallen, without trace or injury.
At that moment, all the irrelevant.
Look at Jiang Tian in Wan Li and pray for good things.
That January shook all the prayer tubes.
The Sanskrit voice is infinitely friendly.
That year, I crawled on the mountain road and closed my eyes in Xiangwu Temple.
Listen to your spell devoutly
Sunrise and sunset are endless.
Quietly look forward to the moment when the mind vibrates.
For nothing else.
It's just that for Kim, he has quietly realized.
Poetry of Life Life is like a boat,
Drive slowly on the journey of life;
Life,
Like stars,
In the vast night sky, it shines brightly.
Mang;
Life,
Life!
How short you are,
How long!
A person's life,
Experienced,
Happiness is always more than pain.
For no reason,
Just because God treats everyone in the world,
Very fair,
Extremely tolerant
Poetry of life 9 1. Qiu Si.
I don't want to take a photo with autumn.
The juxtaposition will be two autumns:
An old one,
First, gorgeous.
Behind my back when I was old,
After the most beautiful beauty.
That familiar moment,
Come to my heart again.
All the way, walk in.
Behind my shadow.
Shadow is younger than me,
This is the future. ...
2. "Look at each other"
It is a pleasure to see the mansion in burrow.
There is a sadness in seeing burrow from the mansion.
The contrast between poverty and wealth,
Continue to write the Spring and Autumn Period (publish a chapter) ...
3. The process of reading
Reading quietly in childhood.
Imprinted in innocent hearts.
Like a pass,
Lead me to swim in the ocean of knowledge.
Looking back on my childhood, I think
Silent and mysterious spring ...
A book read quietly in my later years.
Surging in the chest without wind or rain.
Like a tourist boat,
Lead me back to the hometown of knowledge.
Taste old age, the most similar
That kind of comfortable and penetrating singing. ...
4. the taste of life
The past summer was like the golden age of life.
Hard work reached its peak.
Looking forward to the arrival of spring,
It pinned its hopes on autumn.
All I left for myself was a sigh,
Whether you like it or not, you are going to spend the winter.
Poetry of life 10 I used to
Is so fragile
That summer twenty years ago.
Wave goodbye to your alma mater.
When the car engine roared,
When the wheel starts to move forward,
That moment
I am like many of my classmates.
Cry, cry, cry, tear your heart out.
vehicle
Drive slowly out of the school gate.
The beauty of Liaocheng is gradually blurred.
I suddenly regret myself.
Why not take more photos?
Why didn't you visit many scenic spots in Liaocheng?
I even hope
Since then, I have stayed in this city.
A few months after returning to China.
Although I live with my parents every day.
But what I miss in my heart
I am also a teacher and classmate of my alma mater.
It was difficult for me to adjust my psychology.
Time flies in my mind.
Cycle all the year round.
My parents are old.
As an adult, I ...
I can't stay on the sofa at home anymore.
Walk out of the house
I must support myself with my labor.
Look at my parents with gray temples.
I feel the heavy responsibility on my shoulders.
The one who pursues romantic feelings.
Slowly
Be overwhelmed by the profound reality.
Can't find a suitable unit
I can only work with acquaintances.
Third sister was laid off and opened a shop.
I was lucky enough to be her shop assistant.
Later, my second sister's relatives opened a fast food restaurant, and I became a full-time domestic nanny.
Growing up in the countryside
I have developed a diligent character.
As long as you can support yourself
I can do any hard work.
until one day
My family finally helped me get in touch with my current unit.
The unit is an enterprise.
Once ranked among the best in the same industry in China.
On the premise of having no choice
I went to work happily.
Although my major is business management.
But I can only obey the management of the enterprise.
Walk into the workshop
Keep company with machines that turn around day and night.
Such a life
After two years,
I suddenly found myself used to it.
My colleagues in the workshop assimilated me.
The ordinary and tense pace of life
Let me forget my dream as a student.
I
After all, I am the real me.
I
After all, I am ordinary.
The third year after going to work
My husband and I walked into the marriage hall hand in hand.
Dreams are beautiful.
Reality and cruelty
Because there is no originally wealthy family.
My husband and I live a very difficult life.
Because I can't afford a nanny.
The youngest daughter also suffered an unusual grievance.
Face the reality
I will never find myself a student again.
make a living
I have to work overtime.
make a living
I can't compete with my peers.
A hobby of writing all the time
Let me slowly throw it away in the eating and sleeping after marriage.
The habit of singing.
Let me in the days of daily necessities.
Instead, it is a symphony of pots and pans.
A dull red face
The song disappeared.
Time slips away quietly.
My love, my hate, my tears
Today, we have passed the year of no doubt.
Make me a steady person, and I'm not ashamed today.
once in a while
I will log in, too.
Say hello to my former classmates.
But a few words
It seems that I can never find the intimacy of the past.
Phone numbers left by each other.
I don't know where it fell.
I also hid in my classmates at my alma mater.
But I just want to be a spectator.
I am now.
After great changes have taken place in the family economy
I also slowly changed my personality.
My work has improved.
If conditions permit.
The three of us will also travel.
Quiet time
I have regained my interest in writing.
look back
Life is like a song.
Carrying many of my dreams and hopes.
look back
Life is like a poem again.
Describe my joys and sorrows for more than forty years.
Carefully and slowly.
I wrote down my life.
Poetry of life 1 1 Every dust is full of yesterday.
There are happiness, happiness, sadness and disappointment.
Yellowing photos.
Sliding in series
Childhood, adolescence, middle age, old age
Memories turn like ferris wheel,
The incredibility of life
Every shot is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.
Running around, busy, walking around
There is no road to life on the map.
Only by carving on your own
The territory is expanding bit by bit.
People are getting smaller and smaller
Sand quantity
Every point is a cloud of the past.
Review the past
When I was young, my blood was boiling
A sense of frustration when frustrated.
Walking in the street of Che Ma Rulong
The ebb and flow of life
Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs
Can't bear to look back
Everyone has his own song to write.
Don't want to be a passer-by on the road of life,
Just grasping at straws.
Caught it all over.
I can't breathe.
Even if it will never be super-born.
Even if it is beyond redemption.
Refuse to let go
Can only follow his reincarnation closely.
Life has come to an end.
Only a faint breath of life is left.
The air is so thin
Wonderful life
brilliant life
The unfairness of life
Can only end in life
The glitz of life
Things are changing ―― the world is changing all the time.
Life is just a dream.
castles in the air
In the blink of an eye, things changed.
However, Conan's dream
Fan Jingxian
Poetry of life 12 messy thoughts,
Like grass growing wildly in early summer,
Spread aimlessly in my mind,
I can't sit quietly at my desk,
I'm just an ordinary person,
I can't reach the highest level of listening to wooden fish.
Sometimes I reflect,
I realize that most of the world of mortals are asking for trouble,
A person's life,
I really don't have much time to myself,
For parents,
For children,
For my love,
For friends. ...
How can we,
In a world full of people,
Live freely,
Regardless of other people's feelings,
Watch the swallows fly back and forth several times,
Watch the flowers bloom and fall. ...
Years, rings,
It seems that in a few sighs,
Quietly passed away,
Listen to the old song,
Memories of youth,
As if just yesterday,
In this summer,
But when the cold rain is flying,
I hope you are happy,
Even though I feel sorry for you ......
The poem of life 13 has been frustrated again and again, hitting my wings. The hopelessness of life made me give up my last dream.
Looking back on this city,
Is this where my dream began?
Full of pain, full of vicissitudes.
Without confidence, there is no strength.
Going out, let me understand what despair and desolation are.
Wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes,
Step on the train,
From then on, I started a new wandering.
Poetry of life 14 leaning against the window
The rain is not tired.
As if to give the world
Receive a thorough baptism
The grass was washed away by depression.
Added new vitality.
The trees were washed away by fatigue.
Show heroic spirit
The air becomes fresh and elegant.
Fresh and refreshing
Sometimes it rains.
Passionate and determined
Seemingly vigorous, seemingly grandiose.
Give people a high-spirited spirit.
Reproduce the charm of youth
The rain is intermittent.
Love is fluid.
It seems to be raining, very affectionate.
Give people romantic tenderness and lingering sweetness.
Rich in poetry and painting
Watch the rain silently
Feel the rain dripping freely.
A situation of extraordinary taste.
Watch the rain silently
Feel the romantic breath of rain.
Taste the soft and elegant beauty.
Like a rainy day.
The heart will be detached.
Gradually eliminate one's worries.
Like a rainy day.
The mind will be enlightened.
Isn't life flowing?
Life is like rain.
Fluttering, the soul is washed.
Life is like rain.
Open-minded, emotional and charming.
Rain is an eternal topic.
If the feelings are restored to their original colors,
Such a life is meaningful.
Poetic life 15 alone
Walk on the road of life
Why have you never been confused?
Why have you never hesitated?
Wake up
Or spend it in the unknown
Don't like a challenging life.
I don't know what youth is like
If you lose,
Maybe there's no turning back.
How much time is there in life?
We delayed it.
You know, cherish
Have no right to complain
Think about your life.
Fantasize about the future life
Even if I wake up, life is still the same.
Don't give up the pursuit.
take one's own road
I like a life with personality.
Maybe it's whimsical
Or an idiotic dream?
The heart remains the same.
I firmly believe that I have never lost.
People with dreams are not funny.
The funny thing is that people who don't even dream.
People tend to sink when they are slack.
Immerse yourself in a relaxed environment.
When there is no pressure
There would be no action.
I don't know what to do.
In fact, it is a waste of youth.
If influenced by the outside world
The easiest to be tempted.
Even fall into it.
Real difficulties
Not tortured by fate.
I just want to live every day.
Just thinking about how to have fun.
No one is born to do everything.
If you dare not take the first step
How can we succeed?
Failure is just embellishment.
No one will care
Life should not be blind.
Believe in yourself.
Have enough ability to pay.
Ideal is only a matter of time.
Can you stand loneliness?
That depends on whether you are sure enough.
Only put your own interests
As one's own responsibility
Make a difference.
Live not to get anything.
It's not a question of where to go.
Remember your ideals.
Take responsibility for yourself.
One's own way
I have to go by myself.
Live for the freedom of life.
You can walk in the vast sky.