However, is the autumn wind really ruthless? I think it's "ruthless people have feelings." A trace of autumn wind brings the news of autumn.
It smiles, gently blows away summer's irritability, dances and brings fallen leaves to the earth ... like a wave, it hits the cool autumn wind, and the unbearable heat has collapsed. With a broad mind and flying words, it charms the moonlight on its face, and the autumn wind dispels the summer heat. In the cycle of the four seasons, there are mud in rainy season and the fragrance of snowflakes.
The years of life are like changing scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Autumn rain is the most beautiful of the four seasons.
Autumn came late, and autumn rain drifted down, fresh and humid, picturesque. It is not as shy as spring rain, as violent as summer rain, nor as cold as winter rain. It is melodious violin music, and it is a prose poem with charm in its bones.
Listening to nature is a pleasure. From spoiled rain to wind everywhere, the four seasons in the north are so distinct and beautiful.
The blue earth, supported by the palm of the wind, rotates like a crystal ball, reflecting you and me in a hurry. In the bleak autumn season, there is always a trace of melancholy and sadness in my heart.
Leaves shivering in the ruthless autumn wind, desperately climbing trees, full of longing for life. The autumn wind dragged the autumn leaves down from the treetops without pity. The yellow autumn leaves fluttered in the air and drifted helplessly with the wind. How helpless they were.
Life is not smooth sailing, there are joys and sorrows, successes and failures. Life is like spring, life is like autumn. When we encounter setbacks, people are indifferent and pain is inevitable. It's no use complaining and escaping from reality. When the indisputable facts are in front of us, it is important to pull your feet out of the painful mud pit and establish the belief in life with an open mind.
Spend the autumn life calmly, let the stars of hope shine brilliantly in the sky of life, and let the stranded ship raise the sails of the voyage again, so as to reach the beautiful other shore.
2. Write an article on the topic of poetry.
Why bother looking for poetry? In fact, it's right next to you.
When you listen carefully to the sound of autumn rain knocking on the window, it sounds like a string playing evenly and beautifully; When you stroll along the mountain path and linger in the warm spring, "flowers are like embroidery and grass is like grass"; When the face that recorded the wind, frost, rain and snow for a lifetime smiled; When the young mother kisses the lovely little face in her arms ... it seems that every corner of life is full of poetry. Perhaps, people are surrounded by poetic space before they can understand the connotation and mystery of "poetry".
Poetry cannot be expressed in words. You have to feel deeply with your heart, so that your inner feelings and ideological realm can be infinitely invested and soared. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in a Mountain exudes elegant poetry, while A Bing's Two Springs Reflecting the Moon is full of sad poetry. The love poem of Titanic gives people a kind of soul-shaking and surging power, while "a bright future brings flowers to another village, and people meet after dusk" is beautiful and delicate. The Red Mansion is poetic, the West Building is poetic, the Queqiao Tanabata is poetic, and the Eighteen Pavilions are poetic ... How many people, from truth to goodness to beauty, have embraced poetry.
Such as flawless rough jade, such as elegant notes, poetry cultivates people's temperament, washes people's hearts and sublimates people's inner beauty. Being intoxicated in the poetry of life should be the best enjoyment. May more people lose their childlike innocence, explore the true meaning of life and feel the poetry of life.
Poetic life
Looking up into Nanshan, chrysanthemums are fragrant and clouds are wrapped in fog. My eyes are full of joy. Although the autumn wind blows hard, I still feel fresh and ethereal when I step into the mountains. An old man in the mountain, with a hoe on his back, was swaying in the fog and floating in the poem mountain.
"Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely." Weng Tao is fearless, taking chrysanthemum as his friend and Nanshan as his companion. Although he is worldly and noisy, he has long forgotten that "building a house is human, but there are no horses and chariots." When you ask what you can do, your heart is far away from yourself. " His heart is long gone, how can it be contaminated with mortal dust? His poems have long been idyllic, how can they be contaminated with secularism?
After reading Weng Tao's poems, we saw the beautiful countryside and felt the life without desire. His poems are fresh and elegant, but there is also a kind of detachment that makes people feel. Life should be as simple and clear as an idyll, but it should be easy and unforgettable.
Turning and stepping into the society, the war is raging, the lives are ruined, and the national luck is at stake. Although the fields are green, they are full of broken walls. After the storm, an elderly man with a sad face, with lightning speed, wrote a shocking work, but also expressed sympathy for the dawn of the world.
"Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!" Du Zimei's "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells" only describe cool rivers and mountains, and also describe ordinary people whose lives are worse than death. In the war, Zi Mei's life was like a poem he wrote about the people. "There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, and the poor in the world are happy." This is his call, his wish and his lifelong pursuit.
Reading Zi Mei's poems is to taste his life, and Zi Mei's life is a life without asking for anything from himself. His poems are unpretentious, but they give people a kind of spiritual shock. His poems are full of struggle and anxiety, and also full of pain to people all over the world. In fact, shouldn't life be like modern poetry? You can shine without rhetoric.
Life can have a detached life like Weng Tao, so it is unnecessary and secular. Life can be as beautiful as a child. You care about people's lives, so you don't want anything from yourself. Similarly, if you don't want anything, you can either live in Nanshan and enjoy your family, or live on earth and experience the vicissitudes of life. Just like their poems, one is fresh and elegant, the other is unpretentious.
Walking around in the mountains of poetry, reading not only beautiful poems, but also colorful life. Weng Tao retired as an official, while Zi Mei was an official and worried about the people. Taibai is in and out of love, and Dongpo is sick and heroic. .
Experience the charm and feelings of life.
Read poetry and vicissitudes of life.
Taste poetry, poetry is still there, and life is there.
I think that cloud is a poem.
Beautiful clouds are floating in the vast sky. Some people say it is ethereal, some people say it is nothingness, some people envy it graceful, and some people praise it unfathomable. But I like its softness outside and rigidity inside, its elegance, its tolerance, its beauty and generosity.
Clouds are out of reach, floating in the sky of Wan Li, giving people infinite reverie. People like to use fleeting clouds to describe the gains and losses of life, as if clouds can only drift with the wind and come and go in a hurry. In fact, the cloud has rich connotations. Like a beautiful girl, she has a beautiful vision and the same personality as a fierce girl. It is sometimes coquetry and sometimes arrogant, but it never pretends or hides. This may also be its loveliness.
Clouds are the ornament of painters and the love of photographers. If there are no clouds in the blue sky, I always feel something is missing. If there are more clouds, it feels a bit complicated, just like the instructions of family when going out, but it is still unforgettable. People say that sex and rain are inseparable, and clouds are also the best barometer. You can know the distance and size of the rain by looking at the clouds, just like a girl in love, writing everything on her face. Rain is the accumulation of clouds, and clouds have no regrets all their lives. Like its mother, it silently bears the gravity of life, and that little raindrop, like her children, always wants to leave her mother and find a new world. When raindrops are small, clouds always care about them. Once they grow up, the cloud lets them go with an open mind. It asks for nothing in return, nor does it feel sorry for itself. It just turns into a breeze without regrets, and then calmly looks forward to meeting the children again.
I like clouds. Looking at the clouds swimming in the sky, sometimes I can't help thinking. The sky is blue, the sea is blue, and the clouds are sea and the sky. I used to think that the cloud might be the daughter of the sea. If it doesn't have the same mind as the sea, the sky must be the attachment of clouds. Look at the vast sea embracing countless waves. The waves are rising. It is the atomization of the ocean. The sea must be the home of the cloud. The rough waves may be clouds eager to get married.
Look at the misty sky, the clouds are charming, and some are charming like beautifully dressed girls; Some are like affectionate mothers, dignified; More like a naughty child, lively and naughty. The blue sky is vast, the clouds gently move the dance steps, and the skirt unfolds. Wan Li blue sky with wide sleeves, like jumping waves.
I really want to become a cloud, fly to the blue sky, where there is no dust, noise and missing, and then turn into raindrops and kiss the cheek of the sea.
Write a 400-word composition based on a poem. In this unit, we learned poetry. A few friends and I formed a group to collect and appreciate poems. I matched Wei's poem "Bird Sound Stream" with pictures and poems. This poem is about the moonlit scenery in the mountains in spring, and it is one of Wang Wei's many well-known landscape poems.
The main feature of Wang Wei's poems is also the artistic feature of many of Wang Wei's landscape poems: poets are very good at writing dynamics in the static state. In the first sentence, "people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall", there is movement in silence, and the dynamics of falling flowers reflect the silence of no one. In the second sentence, "the night is quiet and the mountains are empty", the key point is the word spring. Whether it's flowers, bright moon or birds singing, it's all related to spring. The last two sentences are dynamic and static, and the contrast highlights the static described in the first two sentences. The third sentence, "The moon rises to startle the birds", is written that the moonlight shines into the bird's nest, which makes the birds wake up and feel surprised: Is it the dawn in the east, and the day is coming? So they were surprised and asked each other to send out a song ... suddenly the moon got into a dark cloud and the birds nearby were silent. They fell asleep peacefully and no longer responded to the call of their distant companions. In the fourth sentence, "Time sings in the spring flow", the song is written with the word "time", which not only describes the characteristics of the scenery in great detail, but also creates a contrast between the dynamic and the static from the hearing, thus vividly setting off a more peaceful situation!
Wang Wei's poems are fresh and natural, simple and pure, and the words seem ordinary. However, the poems composed of these simple words have achieved extraordinary results: on the moonlit night in the spring in the mountains, everything is so harmonious, like a far-reaching ink painting. This tells us a truth: there is no need to pile up some gorgeous words when writing a composition. We can write a good article with plain language and clever ideas.
This is my favorite poem.
General comment: The author has grasped the artistic features of Wang Wei's landscape poems, with well-organized narration and fluent language, which has brought us into the artistic conception of "painting in poetry and poetry in painting". What is more gratifying is that the young author has a deep feeling in the process of appreciation: no matter how dull the language is, he can still write a good article as long as he has clever ideas.
Please write a composition with an ancient poem. Can you take a look at this?
Love songs in autumn
Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
I say autumn is better than spring.
In the clear sky, a crane is walking among the clouds.
It brought poetry to Bixiao.
-Inscription (Liu Yuxi's autumn poems)
Autumn is a bleak season. When the wind blows, the yellow leaves on the tree rustle down, like a golden butterfly with a broken soul, flying to the embrace of Mother Earth. It melts in the soil of spring and becomes nectar, protecting the tree and the hope of spring germination.
Autumn gives people withering, desolation and desolation, and it also gives people maturity, floweriness and deep thought.
Autumn is a harvest season, and the wheat in the field opens its mouth and eyes, waiting for the farmers who come to harvest. Storage in winter, sowing in spring and farming in summer finally ushered in the golden autumn and golden harvest. How much blood and sweat, how much busy, are indifferent to dissipate in this golden ocean, and finally go up in smoke, leaving only the beautiful scenery in front of us. Autumn is a reward for the sweat of the other three seasons.
Autumn is the season of maturity. The dream of spring, the feeling of summer and the memory of winter are all gone. Autumn gets rid of the innocence of spring, the fanaticism of summer and the silence of winter, and becomes more mature, gorgeous and graceful.
The autumn moon is clear, unlike the spring moon, Xia Yue is elegant, and the winter moon is bleak;
Autumn rain is elegant, unlike spring rain, summer rain is unbridled, and winter rain is dull;
Autumn flowers are very delicate, unlike spring flowers, which are elegant in summer and Leng Yan in winter.
Autumn is an extremely romantic season, and the wild geese in the south will make you think a lot.
I love autumn, love its beauty, love its truth and love its romance.
Autumn is an extremely realistic season, and its chilling autumn colors accommodate the withering of everything. Desolate, mature, without any cover.
I love autumn, its beauty and solemnity. Autumn is hazy and bright, full of romance.