Everyone has his own poem, and I am no exception. Poetry, what a beautiful term; Poetry, what a beautiful future; Poetry, what a firm goal!
Bing Xin, a modern woman writer, is the goddess in my heart. I have regarded her as my goal and her achievements as my poems since I was a child. Because of this, my goal is Bing Xin, and my life is also illuminated by this poem. Without this poem, I think I am now a passerby walking in the dark. Without the light, I can't imagine how terrible it is, and I can't imagine what I would be like like like that. ...
Bing Xin, her works are excellent, and every one can impress me. From the moment I first read Bing Xin's works, I secretly vowed that I must be a female writer like Bing Xin, even better than Bing Xin. My teacher said to me from an early age: "People should have a goal when they are alive, otherwise life will be meaningless, and the goal is poetry. Poetry is a lamp that illuminates your progress. It will light up your life and make your life not dim. " At that time, I couldn't understand what the teacher said to me, but I kept it in mind. I don't know why, but it was printed in my heart when I was a child. Now, I understand the meaning of this sentence I know that my poetry is to be a writer like Bing Xin and be firm.
Bing Xin, she is my goal, my poem. I write articles every day. I know my writing is immature and my articles are not very good, but I have been insisting because I believe my writing ability will improve every day.
The contempt of classmates again and again, the classmates who advised me to give up again and again, and the sky in a daze again and again. ...
"You give up, don't be persistent, you are still far from bing xin. Even if you write every day, even if you have read all Bing Xin's works, you are still far from it. You are poor, stop dreaming, ok? " This sentence is often said to me by a classmate in my class. I feel very uncomfortable every time I listen to it. I always think of giving up, because this classmate didn't mean to hit me. She is straightforward and outspoken, and says whatever she wants. And I also know that I am really poor, but I stand up again and again. Although I am poor, I work hard. I believe God will see it, and I will succeed one day! Poetry once again lit me up.
Deep down, I am asking myself, will you succeed? Can you really do it? This road is not so easy, can you stick to it? There is no answer every time, and I insist every time. I don't know what keeps me going, but I only know that I will. Now, I know that even if it is bitter, it will not last forever. One day, poetry will come true. So what if I have to work hard for my poetry for a while? Even after a long time, what does your own poem matter? I can't give up my poetry, the light that illuminates my progress, the light that illuminates my life.
Poetry has lit up my life, and even if I am in trouble, I will not give up poetry. Dear yourself, come on!