Sing a song, a poetic song, faintly and secretly, between heaven and earth and the sky. -inscription
Poetry, out of the mouth is poetry, into the heart is ambition; A song is a song when it is spoken from the mouth, and it is a feeling when it is hidden in the heart. When the two touch together, there will be an unparalleled spark in generate.
Life is like a song, full of poetry. Get up early in the morning, get dressed, sit at my desk and open the curtains that I slept all night. There is still endless darkness outside the window, but there are a few faint lights. I think I want to feel the little nature left in the city on this winter morning. Soon, the sky gradually became clear, as if a black-faced person suddenly figured something out, so he stopped being black to others, accompanied by a faint rising sun, and a group of lovely people. You see, the clever figure and the gray feathers make people like this little life immediately, but it's a pity that it can't stop for more than ten seconds anywhere. Looking at their distant backs, I felt a sense of melancholy inexplicably, and my heart was full of "the old moon has fallen forever." This is life, life like a song, life like a poem.
Learning is like a song, full of poetry. It's late at night, as if the darkness has swallowed everything up. All I need is this lamp, which gives out a faint light alone in the endless darkness. "Son, go to sleep!" Mom urged me again. "Don't worry, I still have some not dizzy! Besides, there is still a problem that has not been solved! " After that, I adjusted my focus again and launched a storm on the problem. Fifteen minutes later, I suddenly rushed to my mother like an electric shock and showed off my achievements to her-I solved the problem perfectly. There is a cheerful song in my heart, which seems to have never stopped until I go to sleep.
"Ding ..." This old friend, the mobile phone, woke me up on time. I immediately got up and turned it off for fear of waking my sleeping father. After washing my face, I sat at my desk, picked up my Chinese book and began to review. From the fisherman's "Wandering along the stream and forgetting the distance of the road ...", to Wang Shuyuan's "Being able to make palaces and utensils with inches in diameter ...", and then to Su Shi's "Who said that life is not too little, don't sing white-haired yellow chickens", with the turning of the pages, my mind traveled and visited again and again, and was encouraged again and again, and my mind seemed quiet and enriched. Study like a song, study like a poem.
Youth is just right when the sun is shining. Sit quietly in front of the window, accompanied by the breeze, let's sing a poetic song together and appreciate the beauty of life!