Emily Dickinson
No speedboat is like a book,
Take us far away,
And no horses.
It can be like a jubilant poem.
The poorest people can also cross the journey in this way.
Without being forced to pay tolls;
This carriage carrying the human soul
How frugal and simple!
Reading life
Author: Chen
Enjoy this piece of green land of life silently with a pure heart, and silently throb this side of the sky with a wonderful eye.
Green is an irresistible temptation, and pursuit is an irresistible belief. Each of us is working hard, and each of us looks at the outside world with eager eyes. The world outside is colorful.
Stand by and watch the sea and the birds fly, listen attentively to the sound of the waves, sit quietly on the mountain and look at the white clouds fluttering gently, think about your own worries, read countless affectionate poems with your heart, and rest at every post of your life journey, and you will find that every footprint is so profound and firm. After reading a lifetime, we will have everything, because we have dedicated our sincerity to the whole world.
Everything expensive in the world is priceless. [Tang] Wang Fanzhi
A good book is a good friend and never leaves.
My husband has thousands of books, so why not pretend to be a hundred cities in the south? [Tang] li yanshou
The poor are rich because of books, and the rich are expensive because of books. [Song] Wang Anshi
In the book, people are as affectionate as ever, and every blind date is a mixture of sadness and joy in the morning. There are three thousand words in front of me, but there is no dust in my heart. Yu Qian
It is better to accumulate wealth and grain than to accumulate virtue, and it is better to buy fields and land than to buy books.
Only books are colorful; But literature is rich and beautiful, and it is beautiful in the Baihui. [Tang] Pi Rixiu
Although the book is ancient, the Tao is always new. [Ming] Xue Xuan
2. Open the book of modern poetry.
I feel like I'm standing by the sea.
It's like opening a door facing the sea
Sit quietly on the threshold
Xipin blue sky
Maybe the dream about sailors makes people sleepy.
Words are waves.
Desire still stays on the shore.
Island image picture
Let miss run aground
Knowledge is an exciting wave.
Emotions are like waves.
The spread of ideas
Magical dream
Between words
Solidified into towering mountains
I ride my eyes.
Raise a sail
Will look forward to painting the blue sky
Spread out the fragments of life with both hands.
Touch the language of wisdom with life.
open the book
Open the navigation route
Go far away
Crossing time
Without an extraordinary warship,
It can be like a book,
Take us to the wide world.
Without a good horse,
It can be like a poem,
Show us the true meaning of the world.
Even if you are poor,
No railing can stop it.
Your steps in the kingdom of books.
What a smooth journey!
But it has bullets.
All the beauty of the human soul!
3. Poetry about reading, modern poetry holds up a book.
Stick to your heart
Unexpectedly, I haven't read a few lines yet.
I feel sorry for some complicated things.
For more than twenty years, I have been like a moth.
Try to get close to the gorgeous light
I hope to bring me light through books and ideals.
The compulsion of life is like a sharp sword.
My experience and soul are scarred.
I learned to touch the hardness of life with my skin.
The burden of life is borne by one person.
I don't know how many days
I regret the eternity of autumn water.
Let me despair for countless nights.
Why is the effort not amazing?
What I didn't expect was the mouth of a layman.
I have nothing to say in the face of life
The lure of money and power dazzles people.
Poor childlike innocence
Who forced the mask?
Reading, reading is a dream in my heart.
The toughness and steel strength of an experienced person.
Give yourself a ray of light.
You won't get lost in the long night.
Give yourself a ray of light.
You won't wander on the bumpy road alone.
Extract emulsion from books
Shaping people's character and cultivation
Just like I like writing articles.
This is not a gorgeous chapter.
But from the simplicity and cultivation in the bones.
I will continue to be like a fallen leaf from tomorrow.
Free fall, live a quiet life.
Write a few poems occasionally, and look at the long white clouds in the sky when you are bored.
Taste the purity of books.
Face the pain in life calmly.
Reading is like reading minds.
Gave me the strength to move forward.
4. The modern poetry of the book is read in spring, with long interest, studying its inkstone and smelling its flowers. Don't be lazy in reading, the world, the sun and the moon are busier than people. Brother Yan understands, while Li Bai writes articles. Cherish every inch of the sun and every inch of the shadow, and let go of the spring time.
Reading in summer, the days are getting longer and longer, and when you open the book, you are beaming. Sang Ma was plowing in the field, and the sound of studying under the lamp was loud and clear. The scenery near the lotus pond is good, and the climate under the banana tree is cool. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, and they are famous for their diligence.
Reading in autumn, enjoying the cool, drilling scientific research and learning articles. When the morning bell is ringing, Yan will help me. Chrysanthemums can clear fences and feel lonely, while maple leaves are offshore and hesitant. Don't waste a precious moment, if the boss has nothing, it will hurt himself.
Study in winter, be busy all year, read the classics and think carefully. Hang Angle negative salary said shi biao, capsule fireflies snow Sun Kang. Study hard around the fire, but don't wander in the snow in Xun Mei. A husband who wants peace and ambition, a cold window, is soup at a stroke.
Modern poems about reading miss me and remind you that you won't forget what you said to me? I cherish them all, too. For us, memory is an indelible day-it will never turn yellow. When we are together, it is always short. When we look forward to it, it's always a long time. How many shiny lines did the stream pick up? If you want to miss me, look at the twinkling stars in the sky. My eyes are on you-the back of light is always simple, the back of scenery is always young, and youth is a clear back. It is always subtle and subtle. This is a kind of charm. The back is always lonely and unforgettable. However, I prefer to let others admit that as long as there is nothing wrong with the road, fame and fortune have always been flowers and shackles. No matter what the ending becomes, there will inevitably be an eternal happiness in the process of flowing. Although I sometimes pray for a moment to make my life brilliant, I prefer to keep my mind quiet and indifferent. I know that happiness is the post of life, and pain is the voyage of life. I know that the best gift is to send you a quiet sky when you are in a heavy mood. You will be confused and awake in the dead of night. You will feel a pair of warm eyes. I know that when you dry the tears on your cheeks, you will smile brightly. I will say to you gently, let's go. Look, Sophora japonica is fragrant and the moonlight is bright. Traveling to distant places has a temptation for us, either beautiful or legendary. Even if the distant scenery is not satisfactory, we don't need to care, because this is really a fascinating mistake. Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, and all happiness will follow you. It's a full moon, a lack of it, and a poetic wish-write a birthday to a friend because of your arrival. The sky turned into a beautiful day, and since then, the world has added a touch of attractive color, and the painting screen in my memory has also added many beautiful memories. My dear friend, please accept my deep blessing. May all the joy accompany you to a distant place, a familiar place without scenery. If talent is not recognized, it is better to accumulate strength through persistence than curse. There is no curse. It will only dim the original light, and the spirit of the tree will be lost in the dim light. What's more, floating clouds float, floating clouds float. Since no one knows the stars today, why not make a bright moon tomorrow? If life is not generous enough, we don't have to be stingy with returns. Why should we be careful, give and get as much as possible? If we can be generous, why should we look obscene? If you can be chic, why choose? Choosing loneliness is a kind of satisfaction and giving is a kind of happiness. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to hold a wave, but you gave me the whole ocean. How can I thank you? When I came to you, I wanted to pick a red leaf, but you gave me the whole maple forest. How can I thank you? I want to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me a silver world. I go boating to the moon. Please don't blame me for living alone sometimes. It takes courage to know loneliness. Don't think that there are flags in front, and there are my steps behind. I don't worship what I don't understand. I rowed the boat to the moon, connecting pursuit with independence, connecting life with freedom, as long as tomorrow is here and spring is here. I won't be sad now, even if the night devours everything, the sun can still come back, as long as my life is still there. Even if I am trapped in the vast desert, where there is an oasis of hope, I will not be sad as long as I am still there tomorrow. Winter snow will eventually melt quietly, and spring thunder will surely roll in. When my will falls, my life will no longer stand upright. How can I stand the bleak autumn leaves and the evening breeze coming, with my head down just to lift my heart? Only when there is an unyielding soul under your feet can there be a solid land. Wherever you go, there will be countless pairs of eyes following you. We know ourselves from others. Good luck. Spring is not over yet, but I feel that spring is easy to get old and time is flowing. Are you willing to fate like wormwood? Colorful colors make your brain dizzy and indifferent. Life may be a good medicine. You shouldn't be content with poverty, but how can you ruin everything without a little lofty and withered character? Good luck. May your heart be as good as luck. Withered flowers are your life in spring. Why did I see Frost Leaf's face just because that beautiful mirror broke your attachment and lingered in your dream for a long time? Since you can't reach out and hold the moon in the water, it's not just yesterday that has become a memory and commemoration of life. There is a colorful dying flower-not the promise of spring. Don't believe too much that commitment is a pine cone made by time. Although wonderful, who can guarantee that it will not be defeated by the season and fight for its own destiny? Mastering your own life is your own drawing board. Why do you have to rely on others to paint and choose your own path? You still can't see the scenery. I can't see the scenery Your heart is bitter and confused. A ship without sails is better than death. Sail without compass, you can only wander around. If you are a fish, don't be infatuated with the sky. If you are a bird, don't stand up for your friends, you won't fall down. What's more, we will go to the waves. This is a memorial to trace the end of the world. It is a warm flower, which can discover what the sun, the moon and the stars are trekking in spring, autumn, winter and summer. We just walk hand in hand. You said that when you see the sea, you will laugh comfortably. Yes, yes, our laughter can hold the clouds, but I don't know if it will be tears when we want to laugh. How did a flowering tree (Xi Murong) let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so that we can form a dusty Buddha, so I became a tree, growing in the sun along the only way you have to go, which is my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you come near. Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, when you finally. I walked past my friend who fell behind you. Those are not petals. That's my withered homesickness (Xi Murong). The song of my hometown is a Qingyuan flute. It always rings on a moonlit night, but my hometown's face is a vague disappointment, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings. Youth without complaint (Xi Murong) If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please.
6. Modern poetry is like reading a book [Zhang Fan]
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Open your book and think outside the words.
The flickering illusion is like moonlight.
From a desolate area
Your poems moisten me coldly.
Black hair
It fills your heavy thoughts.
The young heart is vaguely nostalgic.
Run out of thirst
Reading your poems is like living.
Pale and weak
When the wind sounded, it was already a biting night.
The lights are dim and people are haggard.
Spring has come, and the stove is a gentle companion.
In a short distance, I don't know if you infected me.
Or a warm drama.
Sometimes the artistic conception is powerless gentleness.
It makes people sad and uncomfortable.
Think of crying
Read you like life.
In all the lonely days like today.
A fairy who has been dead for many years from birth to WTO.
For you and me, there are many ordinary people like us.
The only comfort
It is trivial enrichment.
It's no use crying.
Brilliant praise has long been silent.
All the birds have flown away.
Only the wind blows on the edge of your paper window.
Now read your poem.
I like a life with deep style.
Lover's tears are already crying for others.
I really want to cry, but I want to cry without tears.
Only fire is warm.
Snuggle up to you with a weak body
Your poems are your faithful companions.
Even if you are full of sadness
I also feel lonely and kind.
Winter is not a season of nostalgia.
After the snow swept over the soul.
The legacy left to you
Is there anything you really want to go to?
Is spring still far away?
Scenery lingering in Jiangnan solo embroidery
And the wind in the north is very tight this winter.
The cold hit everyone who was weak and lonely.
The day passed quickly.
Long nights often make people sleepless all night.
A soul that doesn't want to be alone.
Read, write and write your confused thoughts.
Then ignite you with a strong will
Lonely and turbulent years
7. Modern poetry about reading 1, read by: Zhu Xi Modern sat quietly in the library this spring, reading the ups and downs of the past dynasties, reading personal joys and sorrows, reading the joys and sorrows of life, and searching eyes reached every corner of the library, so the field of hope gradually unfolded before her eyes. Is she lying quietly, quietly observing the agreement of our previous lives? Gently wipe off the dust and hold it in your hand. I want to comfort an injured child. Open the home page and write impressively: 1989, someone borrowed yellowed pages to tell the story of the past. What changes is the feeling of reading. Confucius, who sat quietly outside the library this spring, seemed to laugh. Reading Author: In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, you can change the world by listening to songs. You will enter the wild, exotic, sunset, world and world, and you will find your own troubles, and the surrounding walls will suddenly disappear. The world in the book and the world in your heart will be integrated, and the troubles of the characters will drive away their troubles. The tension of the story will replace the tension of reality. Even if you are sad, reading will be like a trip of different lengths. Let yourself be led by words in the spiritual journey. All the way, there was traffic, noise, colorful neon lights, mountains and rivers, and beautiful scenery. This is the happiest parting and the happiest besieged city. Reading is looking in the mirror and watching yourself dance in the maze of words. Even if it is too late to touch the edge, I will be confident and calm, because there is love in my heart, and love is the eternal light of the world. Reading is actually looking for yourself in other people's stories. Our dreams have found too many novelty and strangeness, and there is no regret or sadness. Only open and inclusive, other people's thoughts will blossom and bear fruit, become a bright lamp that can be hung high, and pursue to become a symbol of hope, while sweat is the fire that ignites dreams. Opened pages are vibrating wings that take us through time and space and meet the gods. No speedboat can take us far away, and no horse can cross like a jubilant poem. The more times you travel, the less travel expenses you pay. How frugal and simple is this carriage book carrying the human soul? The book you can't finish reading has never met the ancients or had a long talk with them. In the book, you can feel the fragrance left in the world. 3. About reading —— Written on the 23rd World Reading Day: When the stars shine in the night sky in modern Yan Ge, and when the seeds break out of the ground, I see the dew slipping through the bamboo forest. Roll down the paper, the wind turns the thick pages, white clouds are flowing, flowers are blooming and floating, and I break through the left and right of the text to find the fulcrum. I am a slow-heating idiot who always stands on the edge of the book and has no way to start. It is difficult to enter the hall and let the rust fall off the words.
Leaving a hard texture and a vast sea of books, you can reach for a handful of dark blue words. But I refuse to pose, although it can make people deep, or make headlines, regardless of the weight of the book. I am only responsible for inner peace until the dust settles and the rest of the cover world returns to the way it was in the book. Life is just a lost punctuation mark. 4. Read it: Xue Ruifeng Modern Ming:-For the 20 18 World Book Day, there are always some beautiful things that will be inadvertently lost in the busy life and materialistic world. There is always some kindling, which will be temporarily buried in the barren heart in the humid environment and chaotic season. We forgot to study in those years. In this way, I still remember the sound of reading in the classroom in the morning breeze when I was a child, such as grass sprouting, buds blooming like spring breeze blowing through the fields, and orioles singing softly in the deep forest. If you live with a poetry book, it is a picture of human fireworks. It's a ballad sung lightly. Even if you are afraid of wandering in other places, you will always have a place to live today. You posted a book in this world. Freedom will come to you in April, happiness will come to you, and those impetuous and humble people who are still pestering you will kneel before you. 5. If you read a book, the author: Shi Bi gave a modern first reading, I don't know the meaning of this book. Re-reading means that the people in the book don't know themselves. If you read it, you will be noble, and it goes without saying. Elegant, light a bean lamp, warm a pot of old wine, hold a roll of poetry, and taste a beautiful article. Reading a good book is just to keep inner peace. Reading a good book is only to fill the inner enrichment. Reading makes you noble, because your temperament hides the books you have read and the road you have traveled, accompanied by silence, separated from the noisy city. The combination of writing, pen and ink and book, the twists and turns of emotion and spirit, freely sang into this square inch, forgetting the secular and secular dust. Only academic reading is the most intoxicating.
8. The modern poem "In Your Clear Context" about books.
-Written on the occasion of the 60th anniversary of Xinhua Bookstore.
Camb.
In this hot winter
Your heart
Listening to the birds singing in the distance
Calm as a mother.
Everything is for you.
A pious old man
Walking in your intertwined order
Follow the poem
Follow Arabic
Follow Oracle Bone Inscriptions.
He has been gone for sixty years.
This cold winter
Overflow of material desires
I stand between you and the old man.
Standing in the depths of knowledge
Think of the story of burning books and burying Confucianism
Think of the words "yellow books are forbidden"
Think about my ancestor Lv Liuliang's lifelong pursuit.
There are always countless pairs of tearful eyes.
A poem through the flames
There is always Nightcrawler in the snow.
Knock on the root of your heartbeat
Warm the cultural journey with your strong spirit.
Colored carols in the ruins.
……
In The Mask of Dawn, there are many exciting things.
Fragments of civilization can be seen everywhere.
Leave your notebook and poems.
Leave the human consciousness of thinking.
We came to you from the pain of a dilemma.
To the only real home
Re-visit Garcia Marquez
Looking back on Milan Kundera
Review Sartre and Faulkner
In a quiet place inside you
We drain ourselves like old people with knowledge.
Suck your fucking milk.
As readers and bookstores, books and bookshelves
Bear the burden of spirit and spirit
Nourish yourself and moisten the world around you.
From ancient times to the future
We leave ourselves.
Looking for yourself again
In your veins.
build
conquer
explore
Browse all
In this hot winter
……
9. Modern poetry about reading crazily thinks that I am your master.
But you really dominate my life.
Insist firmly and romantically.
And the love of every book—
Maybe you'll never get real meaning in your life.
However, we seem to be born for books.
The Water Margin depicts our lofty sentiments.
The Three Kingdoms are full of our wisdom.
Westward Journey is our justice.
The Red Chamber is our infatuated tears.
Don't underestimate a pen.
Don't underestimate the simple words.
Changed history
Have money today.
look ahead