Life, an attitude, a cognition, a poetic and open lifestyle; If we make the world full of love, everyone will live in a poetic mood, and life will be another taste. Next, I'll bring you a poetic composition for the third grade in life. I hope you like it!
Poetics in Life 1
When flowers bloom in our eyes, we engrave them deeply in our hearts. Perhaps this is poetry.
The scenery you have seen, the books you have read, the music you like and the touching stories will all leave traces, which can be light enough to be left in your mind, but once you are touched by the deja vu, you will never forget them completely. I still remember the first time I finished reading A Dream of Red Mansions, the kite and our footprints that floated on the beach that summer, the seesaw that rocked when I was a child, the naive expressions of everyone in the primary school graduation photo, and ... the days that passed away were beautiful lines of poetry, and I was in the poem. Maybe it was all gone, maybe it was just a memory, but the poetry remained in my heart forever.
Some people may think that only vigorous life is worth remembering, and only poets can understand the so-called poetry. In fact, everyone's life is ordinary and beautiful, and any individual life has the right to pursue his own poetry.
I am a person who remembers the classics. I am eager to find my incomplete poetic paradise in Tang poetry, Song ci, The Three Kingdoms and The Red Chamber, and feel the breathtaking beauty brought by the distance. I like to open the yellowed book in a quiet atmosphere, let my eyes lightly touch the pages, a classical fragrance is overflowing, and my heart is also enlightened and sublimated in the warm air.
yearning for Zhuangzi is like clear autumn water. If you don't tie the boat, you are willing to be a tree to protect the moon. I like Baoyu, fighting grass and flowers, singing quietly, and have the refined leisure of "sweeping new snow and cooking it in time"; Appreciating Su Shi is his deep sadness of "ten years of life and death" and his detachment and broad-mindedness of "picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live". When I'm upset, I'll say, "When I go out laughing, are we people of Artemisia?" Or I'll experience the love of "Heaven and Earth are in harmony, but I dare to break away from you", or I'll savor Yue Fei's sorrow and sadness that "there are few bosom friends, and who will listen to the broken string", or I'll feel the bohemian nature of "one flute, one sword and flat business". Perhaps, we can't live a leisurely life by picking roses from our old friends, but we can still choose the hometown of our hearts and choose to live poetically. When I see people getting farther and farther away from classical culture, I can't help sighing. This is by no means the forgetting of one or two poems, but the disillusionment of poetic spirit and profound and meaningful humanistic paradise.
I remember Heidegger once said that life is full of hard work, but it still lives poetically in this land. People may not understand that because they are in this world, they have never seen its beauty from a distance. One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi, "a hill and a gully are also romantic."
I just want to be a humble bystander in nature, bid farewell to the busy life, take it calmly, watch the sun rise and set in the west, and watch the clouds rise and fall, just like a hermit, living poetically. I thought that the taste of life was nothing more than books, poems, philosophy and love, but I realized that life is like water, and there is no need for any characteristics. No matter whether the cup filled with water is ugly or beautiful, what really brings happiness is the sweetness and clarity of water.
Looking for poetry, looking for the most beautiful feelings of human beings, waiting for the sound of flowers ...
Poetics in life 2
"This world is not just the present, but also poetry and distance." Poetic life is to shed the shell of impetuousness and vulgarity, sneak into a secluded place beyond fame and fortune, and finally emerge with true meaning, which is more modest and quiet. When money worship and hedonism are full of eyes, please stick to the pure land in your heart, get rid of spiritual fat, and pursue a poetic life of "sky blue and grass green, clouds white and wind clear".
the fat of the spirit corrodes the soul. Caught up by the vulgar pursuit of life, shallow people float on the surface of fame and fortune, and once they are caught in the bottom of the water by the scenery of life, they will never have the courage and strength to rise again. Yagyu Yotaro, Japan's first swordsman. At the beginning of learning sword, it was three years of life as a handyman that made him shed his impetuous shell, sank into a deep bottom that ordinary people rarely find, and gradually moved forward in a silent place to understand martial arts. Mixed with fame and noise, you can't reach the extreme of martial arts. Only by maintaining purity, truthfulness and simplicity can we pass through the window of time and realize the scenery of life. The fat of the spirit makes the original poetic life bloated, the original fresh air dirty and the original bright eyes turbid. Only by removing the fat of the spirit can we dive into the deep bottom from the noisy water and feel peace and poetry.
Wang Guowei, a master of Chinese studies. In that impetuous era, we advocated the revival of traditional culture. Troubled times are always accompanied by noise. One night, the family is rich, the night falls into the clouds, the night goes out to pay homage, and the night is separated from the sky. Turbulence and impetuousness raise earthly dust, but they cannot defile his inner clarity. He walked silently in the sea of books, peeling off the dust of the soul with one knife and one axe, and carving the dust of the spirit. Remove the spiritual fat, leaving a clear and poetic life like jade. Poetry is to stay away from the noise and vulgarity, and it is the courage and wisdom that everyone is drunk and I wake up alone.
Money worship, hedonism and selfishness seem to label the times, and more and more people are drowned by luxury cars and BMWs. However, there is always such a person who uses his life to turn into a ray of starlight, illuminating the night and welcoming the dawn. At the moment of Ludian earthquake, Tian Ying's first reaction was to hold up man next door to help him escape. The boy was saved, and she remained in a lifting posture until the last moment of her life. There is no doubt that her life is poetic. Because she is like a poem, magnificent, pure and immortal. She is like a sharp blade, stripping the fat of spirit at the cost of life, which makes us re-examine life and soul.
shed the impetuous shell, sink into the depths that ordinary people rarely find, dive into secluded places that fame and fortune can't reach, wash away the fat that stripped the spirit, and enjoy the poetic life brought by authenticity and purity.
Poetry in Life 3
The word poetry comes from poetry, and it is also the embodiment of a poet's personal spiritual realm. Li Bai drinks on the moon and Du Fu rides in the rain, which can be said to be poetic. Can be alone in the moonlight like water, hanging together like peas and carrots; Poetry in the rain has no response, and it may be incomplete or even a bit bleak if it is soaked in cool rain.
Poetry is not a poet's exclusive word.
I think, with the appreciation and recognition of the public, the scenery will become a good scene; A person's poetry is not complete poetry. Just as we say harmony, we mean the harmony of the whole society, not the harmony of a certain family; It is harmony in all aspects of life, not one-sided harmony; What we are talking about is the harmony between China and China and the world, not the harmony in a certain region of China.
In my opinion, one of the most poetic jokes is Ceng Dian's ideal in The Analects of Confucius: in late spring, spring is dressed. I took a bath in yi river with five or six adults and six or seven teenagers, blew a breeze on the dancing stage and came back singing songs all the way.
In late spring, everything is in full swing, which is the poetry of nature. Taking a bath with adults and teenagers is the poetry of people, singing in the wind and returning, which is the poetry of people's inner spiritual world. Isn't this the ideal state of a happy, free and rich country? Where man and nature are in harmony, people are friendly and help each other, have a healthy lifestyle and mentality, and enjoy a comfortable life with savings together.
In today's increasingly rich material life, people's pursuit of vision has gradually shifted from a full meal to a spiritual level, and people are eager for inner enrichment and abundance.
People want to have enough time and freedom to deal with the money and improve their lives. People want to spend more time with their families and enjoy their family, instead of endless high-pressure work. They want their children to have a good growth environment, to establish a harmonious relationship with colleagues and neighbors, and to have healthy and energetic people around them ... I hope to have more leisurely walks in the evening, and to visit museums and art galleries.
this is also the most poetic life I think. But also the ideal of every China citizen. But we are still far from such a life. China is the fastest developing country in the world, and fierce competition brings pressure to its citizens. People have gradually discovered that there is also a word "harmony" behind the word competition. With the support of this word, such competition is benign competition and will be conducive to social development. This "harmony" is the prerequisite for all our success. Of course, China has its inherent strong vitality. We have reason to believe that under the pace of constant adjustment, innovation and progress in China, it has the ability to establish an excellent environment and a good cultural atmosphere, which will not only lead to rapid economic development, but also bring more happiness to people living in this land.
Poetry in Life 4
Opposite the community is a fashionable and lively pedestrian street, but there is a car repair shop at a corner. The shabby and crude garage is out of step with the busy downtown. It was an old man who opened the shop. Everything around him was in such a hurry, but he was so carefree.
one day, on my way to class, I hit a curb and the whole car fell sideways. Alas! This is terrible! I endured the pain and pushed the car to the front of the shop. The old man first moved a stool to me, then handed me a cup of lemon tea, and finally began to repair the car. He slowly found a wrench, removed the pedal bit by bit, and slowly went to get a new one. Seeing that the class is about to start, I looked at him in no hurry and was in a hurry: "Grandpa, hurry up, I am in a hurry!" " The old man said with a smile, "Hey, kid, don't worry, I will be fine soon!" " Say, he is still carefree. Time goes by little by little, and the old man is still easy, but I am on pins and needles. Seeing him slow, I couldn't help muttering, "This grandpa is too slow! It is really unacceptable. " When he slowly repaired it, I suddenly heard the hoarse and powerful voice of the old man: "Young man, take your time."
after school, I went to the cabin rented by the old man. Through the window, the room is dotted with green plants and calligraphy and painting. The sand pot on the coffee table, the paper inkstone on the wooden table, the sun gently falling, touching this poetic life. Perhaps this is where "slowness" lies.
take your time, take your time, and so is poetry in life! Like that cup of lemon tea, if you take a sip, it will be bitter in your mouth, while if you taste it slowly, it will be sweet in your mouth; Take your time, just like the old man who repairs cars, he is not lazy or comfortable, but poetic about life.
I pushed the cart forward, and the willows on the riverside hung low. Although it was autumn, there were no dead branches. "Two waters are in a mirror, and two bridges are in a rainbow." This is interesting and natural poetry; Listening attentively, the sound of Lang Lang's book came. Although it was a little immature, it was extremely firm. "Learn from diligence, and thousands of books will learn from it." This is the poetry of the students.
Slow down. In my spare time, I will have a few sips of tea, turn over a few pages and enjoy a few poems ... Sometimes when I am in the mood, I will visit the garden and the wind will stir the flowers. "Rustling" is like singing softly, and it is like misty clouds, which is the poetry of life.
Slow down, be as elegant as an iris, and return to the simple "slow life". Even if you don't get the ideal result sometimes, you have tasted the magnificent process.
Poetry in Life 5
"It gets colder at night, and flowers fall into frost." Will there be such a poetic time in our life?
The sunset has dissipated its last color. Under the dazzling light, I am pitching the sea of books and "brushing" the homework that seems to be endless. My heart is sometimes bumpy and sometimes tired. Suddenly, Li Bai's poem came to mind: "since the world can in no way answer our craving, I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishingboat." Such an artistic conception makes me lament when I have this bohemian and poetic time in my life.
Quietly, a new cluster of green grabbed my eyes, only to glance at it and realize that it was originally a mint, which was given to me by a friend. It has been here for a long time, and it has been carefully cared for, that is, it has not moved for a long time, but I didn't expect it to grow quietly. I think it is like me sometimes. Absorb water day and night, always thinking of breaking through the ground and opening up a new world of your own. If you think about it, you will not be so lonely.
unlike other flowers, mint quietly guards its own fragrance when other flowers are competing to open and compete for beauty. However, when other flowers feel that the flowers are falling and dying, it makes no noise and makes no noise, quietly shoots out, breaks through the ground and sprays fragrance secretly. In a corner of the room, it interprets its poetic life, and it also makes the surrounding area full of poetry.
I always like to sit in a place bathed in sunshine, soak in a cup of lemon tea, and love to decorate it with a piece of mint. When the goose yellow touches the new green, it will make people feel bright. Take a sip gently, and the fragrance between the lips and teeth and the fragrance at the tip of the nose will reach your heart. The orange color of the sun shines into the curtain, which even smears poetry on the lazy and quiet environment.
now that I think about it, even without Li Bai's carefree mood, life is poetic. Because of mint, I can always find poetic steps in its dense aroma.
The years are quiet and poetic ...