Poetry about looking up 1 Sentences about looking up
Some people say that looking up at the sky is looking up at happiness.
Some people say that looking up at the sky at a 45 angle is actually to prevent tears from falling and others from seeing their sadness.
In fact, people who look up to happiness are sometimes looked up to by others. ...
There is a book called Looking at the Perspective of Happiness.
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It is often said that people can look up to happiness. Maybe I can feel that kind of satisfaction when I look up, but it's only a moment. I never look up at anything because I don't understand the meaning of looking up; Maybe in my understanding, this word is that. . Does not occupy an important position.
Think about it, all I ever looked up at was the sky and strangers I didn't know. That kind of looking up is just raising your face and connecting a pair of strange eyes, or a piece of blue, with your weak eyes. It's very simple. I don't hesitate and expect when I look up. I just repeat the boring mechanical movements. It's natural to look up.
I have never associated it with happiness.
The word happiness has many explanations, which can be used flexibly in different sentences, different understandings and different moods. Happiness is also simple and full of complexity.
Looking up to happiness is a strange sentence for me. I have never looked up to happiness, always immersed in confusion. Its noisy sound drowned my only sound path, and dark gray covered the last beam of light. . From then on, my world was deserted, like a whirlpool, which attracted me to move forward fatally, but never told me that going any further was the abyss. There is no happiness in my world. It evaporated with water. And this also doomed all my future, will be sad.
When will this be? . I began to try to look up, hoping to find a glimmer of light in the ambiguity; Like a bound butterfly, desperately trying to escape from the darkness and get a new life. That's when I learned to look up. My nerves are no longer numb, my thoughts have become a counter-current river, and I gradually have the power to break free; I know what I want and what I want to get rid of. Time and years are not eternal, they represent a person's life. Perhaps inadvertently, the second hand of your life may be caught by those old miscellaneous threads and then fixed in place. So is happiness.
When someone asks me again, what is happiness? Actually, just look up.
Everyone is very happy.
I heard someone complain: I have never been happy. . Q, what is the happiness you want? You will hear silence. Looking up to happiness, no one has a fixed answer, but everyone knows how to look up to their own happiness; At least know that this is not a sad thing. Why are you immersed in troubles and worries all day? Living a so-called sad life like a walking corpse? Change is only a moment. . I don't expect surprises, but at the same time I put all my troubles down. I can get happiness so flatly.
I can't see the angle of happiness, but I am still very happy. Because looking up. Because the moment I looked up, I knew my true self and saw the happiness I had never seen before. Well, even so, I'm satisfied.
Want to be happy? It's simple. Please raise your head, take a deep breath like me and open your eyes. . ..
Look up at the angle of happiness. . . .
2. Look up at the sky of poetry
My sky, my dream ...
"There is a kind of fish in the north called Kun, which is thousands of miles away. It becomes a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back is thousands of miles away, flying angrily and his wings hanging like clouds in the sky. " Thousands of years ago, Zhuang Zhou fantasized that he was a bird, to feel the comfort of carrying the blue sky and to interpret the vastness of the sky. "One day, Dapeng rises in the wind and soars in Wan Li." This first close contact with the sky bears a kind of leisure beyond the worldly burden.
"Reading poetry makes people wise, and reading history makes people know etiquette". While reading the sky, I feel the natural charm of "the unity of heaven and man". Looking up at the sky, just like in front of a huge projector, you can get a glimpse of the whole history …
Outside the palace gate, by the quiet river around the stream, Fan Li stared at the sky and roared in the air. Behind the motorcade bound for Wu, Shi's name was shouted over and over again, and the piercing cry penetrated time and space. We will never forget the unforgettable loss of our beloved hero. ...
The mighty wedding procession and a Qing princess were sitting in a sedan chair. From this moment on, she left this beautiful country and went to a distant and barbaric place. The feeling of tension or novelty and complexity lingered in her mind, but when she stepped out of the sedan chair and her eyes came into contact with the dazzling blue sky, all her anxiety and confusion evaporated like bubbles in the air.
Langille understood that she was a woman in Grdan, no longer a charming girl in the arms of Emperor Amar, because this holy sky and vast grassland purified her soul, and now she knew the journey she should take. ...
Falling flowers fell to the ground, and the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water, which also cooled a tired heart. The ambition of "live as a hero, die as a ghost" leaves "who sent the brocade book?" ..... Flowers fall, water flows "sentimental heart, the sky witnessed this moment-loneliness is more painful than death.
Looking up at the sky, I heard Liu Yuxi indulging in singing "the cranes in the clear sky row clouds, attracting the fairy in the blue sky"; Looking up at the sky, Mao Zedong realized: "If the sky is affectionate, if the sky is old, the world will be vicissitudes"; Looking up at the sky, Zhang Haidi left an oath: "Even if my wings are broken, my heart will fly." ...
3. 20 lines of poems about looking up at the stars
The cuter one
W. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know very well. When I look up at the stars, I know very well.
Despite their concern, I may go to hell,
But indifference is the least on earth, but we don't have to be afraid in the world.
We have to be afraid of the indifference of people or animals.
What will happen to us if the stars burn with enthusiasm for caring for us?
We can't reciprocate our enthusiasm, but we can't reciprocate. How do we feel?
If you can't have equal feelings, if you can't have the same feelings,
Let a more caring person become me, and let me become a more caring person.
Although I consider myself an admirer of the stars,
Stars that don't care, they don't care,
I can't. Now I see them and say I look at the stars now, but I can't say it.
I miss a terrible person all day and say that I miss a star all day.
If all the stars disappear or die,
I should learn to look up at the empty sky. I should learn to look up at the empty sky.
Feel its darkness at the same time,
It may take me a little time to pass this, although it may take a little time.
One of my poems is about looking up at the stars.
But there are no twenty lines.
Let me show you.
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4. How to write the composition of "Reading Tang Poetry"
I like winter, especially winter nights.
Like wind and rain, an old friend walks through the snow in Xun Mei, or I walk home drunk. If there is moonlight and melancholy beauty, I will sing to the moon, and my poetic heart is often combined with moonlight.
Most importantly, the night is as cool as water, a cup of fragrant tea, and the floating notes are soaked in a faint fragrance. Dream of the Tang Dynasty on a winter night, hometown of poetry, drunken horses leaning on the oblique bridge, and sleeping in the Tang poetry with red sleeves all over the ground.
Fortunately, I am not alone in Tang poetry.
What am I competing for? I live high in Dune City. There are ancient trees on the edge of the city, and autumn sounds ring day and night. Lu wine is not suitable for drinking, and it is empty and sentimental. If you miss you in the water, send you to the south. On winter nights, when I need to express and tell something, nothing can meet my needs better than Tang poetry.
Looking up at the starry sky of Tang poetry in winter night is because, to a certain extent, Tang poetry has established a valuable style for our lives, which has entrusted and established the feelings of future generations like us. For example, love, Tang poetry reflects a solemn and simple feeling, just like the current snowy night and winter night. When I miss you, Li Bai told me that I should say this: If I miss you, I will send you to the south.
Listen attentively.
Always willing to listen to some beautiful voices.
Like birds singing, it lights up the morning in the countryside.
Like frogs, the night in the field is sung grand and far away.
Sitting in a small building, listening to the rain all night. How many Tang poems fall under the rain?
Standing on the podium, this book sounds like a bird spreading its wings and flying out of campus and mountains. ...
The sound of the waves is a kind of tranquility. It is a state that snow falls on the wasteland.
So, what about the rhythm of time?
Look up
Some scenery must be looked up to.
Like an eagle, like the sky, like a mountain. ...
Some people must look up.
Like Li Bai, like Fan Zhongyan, like Xin Qiji …
Sometimes we treat them as human beings, and sometimes we look at their works.
Just like my fascination with writing, I am afraid that my shallowness has violated the purity of words. For words, I can only look up all my life.
Look up to the sublime and feel mean; Look up to greatness and feel small; Look up to purity and feel ugly. ...
Looking up makes the head have weight, and looking up makes the eyes grow wings.
We feel ourselves and the world from looking up.
5. An old man looked up at the blue sky poem alone.
From Li Bai, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Drinking for the Moon.
When does the bright moon rise in the sky? I stopped my glass and asked now.
The moon will never reach the moon, but it is very close to the people.
Green smoke as bright as a mirror is flying in the palace, emitting cold light.
I only see the clouds rising from the sea every night, and who knows the clouds in the morning?
The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.
Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.
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This is a song about the moon written at the request of a friend. There are sixteen sentences in the whole poem, and every four sentences rhyme. The eternal bright moon is a miracle in eternal time and space, which often causes infinite reverie of human beings. The first two sentences control the whole article with inverted sentences, and express the poet's confusion with interrogative sentences, which is very imposing. The poet stopped to have a cup of meditation, a little drunk, looked up at the sky and asked: When did this ancient moon exist? This search and confusion about the origin of the universe is actually a reflection and exploration of his own life value, and the word "stop drinking" vividly shows his yearning and confusion. Three or four sentences write the subtle relationship between human beings and the bright moon.
Throughout the ages, how many people want to soar to the middle of the moon in order to live forever, but in vain, and the bright moon still shines on the world with the brilliance of Wan Li, accompanying people who have lived and multiplied for generations. The two sentences describing the personification of the bright moon are ruthless and affectionate, intimate and mysterious, and contain the poet's yearning and helpless complex state of mind. The words "as bright as the moon" describe the beauty of moonlight. The thick clouds gradually dispersed, and the moon hung in the sky like a mirror, scattering clear light and shining on the scarlet palace door. The poet used "flying mirror" as a metaphor, "Danque" and "green smoke" as a lining, and wrote the bright moonlight charming and dazzling. "But see" two sentences, use the bright moon to dawn the future and lament the speed of time passing. The bright moon rises in the East China Sea at night and disappears in the sea of clouds in the west at dawn. This cycle is endless, and the earth is derived from repeated hauntings. The two sentences not only express surprise at the elusive trace of the bright moon, but also imply deep regret that people don't know how to cherish the good times.