Death is an art, and the death of a poet is equal to the rebirth of a poet. -inscription
Everything in reality is so far away to him, and he lives poetically in his own world.
He is a real poet, and the image of heaven is rooted in his heart. The pastoral life as a child made him infatuated with the desolate soil. Maybe that's the life he loves. Even if he doesn't have enough to eat, he is happy. However, after bearing the burden of life and the name of genius, he began to wander in the city, and he did not find a place happily in the city. In his home, you can't see TV, tape recorder or even radio, but there is still the power of poetry to support him. You can laugh at the wealth of an emperor, but you can't laugh at the poverty of a poet. He lives in his own world, writing his own poems lonely, monotonous and lonely.
He is a lonely poet. "Seven Sisters stands on a desolate mountain/all the winds blow to them/all the days are broken for them." The departure of each of these four people is a great blow to him, especially the first love, which is fatal. From then on, he stopped thinking about the so-called love. Although these four men almost pushed him to the abyss, he still had the power of poetry to support him to get up again, which did not make him give up, because he still had his favorite poems. "I cleaned the sky cleaner/gave it back to a stranger/I waited alone, I waited sullenly for the February wind, the February rain, and the dawn/I chose loneliness, but I expected it."
"Be a happy person from tomorrow/feed horses, chop firewood/travel around the world/care about food and vegetables from tomorrow/I have a house/face the sea, spring is blooming." There is no earthly noise, no desire for fame and fortune, only poetry and distance. This is the life he yearns for. The quiet and peaceful pastoral life is what he yearns for, so beautiful and poetic.
Finally, he left this disappointing world in the most free way, a game decorated with poetry. Fly and fight freely in the so-called "poetic world".
When his pure body lay quietly on the cold rails and felt the vibration brought by the roaring train in the distance, his dead heart and noble soul wandering in the spiritual world took him away from this world, and he left those beautiful poems to future generations.
Perhaps at this time, the power of poetry is supporting him and living poetically on the other side of the world.
I was a kid, a crazy kid,
I have no lovely appearance, no lady image, no chess, no calligraphy and no painting.
I just laugh and laugh all day. I don't have to pretend or pretend.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I don't like quiet, I don't like living alone,
I don't like being alone in the world, and I don't like living in seclusion in the mountains.
I like arguing, I like friends, and I like arguing with friends every day.
Like to make a hullabaloo about with a group of crazy girls.
I like to play jokes on my friends, and I don't care if my friends are male or female.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I don't like complexity, I don't like complicated life,
I don't like the complicated world, and I don't like mysterious people.
I like simplicity, I like simple life,
I like to live happily and make some simple friends.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I hate the disbelief and betrayal of others.
I hate the use of others, and I hate the betrayal in my world.
I like sincerity, I like sincere people.
I like to make friends with sincere people, and I like the tacit understanding between friends.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I can have a heartless smile and forgive everything.
I am sad, too. I will do it for a movie, a song and a story.
When a person is moved to tears, he will cry bitterly.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I won't give up, I won't cry easily,
I will not cry for the failure of my grades, nor will I change myself for other people's comments.
I will be strong, I will despise all fame and fortune, I will be myself,
I will live the life I want without anyone's guidance.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I will not be delicate, I will not be calm, I will not be a good family.
I will be grumpy, I will be grumpy, I will be savage, and I will be a man.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I am not very mature, and I will not look at everything and handle everything with an adult's eyes.
I will be naive, I will look at the world with a child's eyes, and I will do some naive things.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I won't give in, I won't give up what should belong to me, I won't compromise easily.
I will be stubborn, I will fight for my own business, and I will always stick to my dreams.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I won't be presumptuous, I won't study, I won't be a problem student of the teacher.
I will also study hard, become a good student in the eyes of teachers and parents, and work hard for my own study.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I don't want to enter this dirty world too early, and I don't want to get dirty.
I don't want to be absorbed by the ignorant world too early, I want to be rational.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I don't want to see through the world, I don't want to understand the cruelty of reality.
I just want to live in my fantasy world, simple.
I am still a child, a crazy child.
I'm fine. I don't cry or make trouble. I just need comfort and hugs from my friends.
I'm fine, don't cry, don't make trouble, just don't be wronged, don't laugh and don't talk about others.
I'm fine. I don't cry or make trouble. It's just hard to be quiet.
I'm just a kid, a crazy kid.
I want to eat the best food in the world and eat as much as I want.
I want to visit the most beautiful scenery in the world and go as far as I want.
I want to play the most interesting game in the world for as long as I want.
I want to put on the most beautiful clothes in the world and wear as many as I want.
I want to like the most beautiful teenagers in the world and love them as long as I want.
I think it's just a kid, just a crazy kid, that's all.
Where is autumn? Autumn is in golden rice fields. Where is autumn? Autumn is in the orchard where melons and fruits are fragrant. Where is autumn? Autumn is still in beautiful poetry. ...
The autumn sky is like a freshly washed sapphire, so beautiful! A gust of autumn wind blows, clear and refreshing, not as hot as the summer wind, not as biting as the winter wind. A gust of wind blew, and the clouds in the sky changed endlessly. A few lazy clouds fluttered slowly in the sky. Miss Qiu came and immediately became a thumb, as if praising her. A cloud saw Miss Qiu coming and made a face, still shy. Two clouds have turned into rabbits, which seem to be fatter than anyone else ... Look, isn't this the scene that describes "the autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the vegetation turns yellow, and the geese return to the south"?
Fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. When the fallen leaves fall on the grass, they tell the grass that it is autumn. Fallen leaves fall into the river, telling the little fish that autumn has arrived; The falling leaves on the roof tell the birds that autumn is coming. When a leaf fell at my feet, I couldn't help reciting the poem "There are many leaves in the green court, and autumn is known".
Autumn is really the season when melons and fruits are ripe! Pomegranate is the funniest one in the orchard, because it is bursting with laughter. The most shy apple in the orchard blushes because of shyness. Only oranges are orange in the orchard, which reminds me of "good years must be remembered, especially when orange is green".
Autumn is the harvest season. A group of children climbed up the rice pile and looked at the sky happily. The farmer's uncle was carrying a car full of rice, and happy laughter resounded through the sky. I remembered "I like to see thousands of rice fields, where heroes are gone".
I love autumn, but I love autumn in poetry more!
If the fourth poem composition is like this,
This dream never woke up,
Can we pick up the lost time again?
Is it possible to find someone who accidentally lost?
If so,
This dream never woke up,
I will be with you in the world of destiny,
Looking for the spring that belongs to the season when we meet,
Looking for the long flowing water that belongs to you and me.
If so,
This dream never woke up,
Every ray of sunshine in the morning breeze, I will meet you with my heart.
Meet the bright moonlight in the curtains every night,
Meet your heart.
If so,
This dream never woke up,
I am willing to immerse myself in the most gorgeous world with you forever.
Quiet days when the wind is light and the clouds are light,
No longer talk about separation easily.
If so,
This dream never woke up,
I'd rather be a breeze,
Gently follow your shadow,
Look back and look up at your gentle glance;
I would rather be a humble little flower,
Waiting silently by the roadside where you come and go,
Watching you walk briskly through my soft heart.
If so,
This dream never woke up,
I'd rather be a lonely lamp,
Accompany you until dawn every night;
I'd rather be a little green vine in front of your window,
Accompany you through year after year.
If so,
This dream never woke up,
I'd rather have a window like this with you,
I'd rather see it not far away or not far away,
Learn to protect yourself,
Without hurting yourself,
I don't want you to get hurt again.
The fifth poem composition1:a graduation poem of 550 words.
Graduation poem
Memory,
Always depressed,
Distress,
Naive childhood is about to go away.
Refuse to forget that between us,
Keep a secret.
Never remember, we used to
Disappointed face.
Do you remember?
On June 1 day of this year,
A smiling face.
Do you remember?
Hard military training,
The feeling of heartbreak.
Why not plant the feeling of life in our hearts!
The breeze lifted the curtains,
Staring at the night sky,
My alma mater is in the night sky now.
We watched,
Are we looking for the same sky?
I saw it, I saw you,
Sweet in my heart-
We can meet again!
We used to have a runny nose in Niuniu,
Now I am meditating on nostalgia.
Open our yearbook,
The blooming smile is as gorgeous as a rainbow after the rain.
The expression of crying is as sad as a thunderbolt in the sky.
Time doesn't want to wait for your heart,
When one night, you must shout:
I love you, my teacher! My alma mater!
The pain of parting is followed by feelings;
"Don't let me down!" who is it?
who is calling?
Yes-time urges you to leave, and the teacher wants you to grow.
There are still footprints in the desert,
The deep and shallow Indian Ocean,
Fifty-eight hearts connected.
Stop, my mind flashed with memories;
Listen, children's laughter slightly pierced their ears;
Look, the teacher watched us go away;
Tightly, running,
Refused to stay,
Gasps, quick pursuit;
Footsteps, gradually weak;
Don't forget, we agreed-
See you again and look forward to seeing you again!
Bravely continue to run forward,
Don't struggle, dream a step away;
Don't look back, we are in your heart. ...
Six years? Forget? Difficult!
Three years? Junior high school? Afraid!
I am afraid that after three years;
Life changed,
Will the mood change with it?
Announce that it will take three years!
Dawn, the morning sun is still bright;
What about friendship? Leave it to fate!
I hope as usual.
Forget your distractions!
Run to your biggest dream. ...
We work hard for you,
Proud of you!
Sunset, returning with fiery red clouds;
Yes! Our friendship will come back,
I hope we can get together again!
Missing will always stop;
Our hearts stopped beating because of this,
Run! Run to your dreams. ...
Remember! Don't stop your-
Powerful footsteps ...
The second article: a 50-word graduation poem
The flower will wither, but it has no regrets, because someone once praised it and it is happy.
The sun will set, but he has no regrets, because this is Ceng Guangming, which is happy.
Man will grow old, but he has no regrets, because he is young and happy.
We will be apart, I have no regrets, because we met, and I am very happy.
The third article: 800-word graduation poem
The south wind blows gently,
Time always flies by.
Today, we stand here,
Instead of singing that touching and sad eulogy,
Don't let your lips tremble again,
Today, we stand here, standing on the threshold of graduation,
Looking back on a warm time of six years in primary school,
Let's start a journey of gratitude for our hearts together.
Looking forward to a beautiful life together for three years in junior high school.
Embark on our new life journey together. Alma mater,
We are the eternal green space in your vast garden,
Is the white sail swaying in your warm river,
Is a red leaf on your solid trunk,
Is a pure blue sky in your vast sky.
I spent six years,
Feel your 50 years of vicissitudes,
Read your 50 years of glory.
In your shade,
Every moment exudes the fragrance of memory.
Thanks to this land of hope, we accepted our young footprints and sprouted our initial enlightenment.
Thanks to my alma mater for building a broad stage and laying a bright future for us.
Who led us into the palace of human civilization?
Who supports our hope of progress?
Who is it, persuasion and indoctrination?
Who is it, unknown and diligent?
Is our teacher, our honorable guide.
You are not a singer, but let the clear spring of knowledge tinkle;
You are not a writer, but you make the chapter of life last forever.
You are not a sculptor, but you have shaped our souls.
You are not a painter, but you have painted the most beautiful picture for us. ...
Thank you, dear teacher,
Your careful reminder makes me feel like a spring breeze.
Your kind eyes make me feel warm.
Your warm smile redoubled my courage.
With your strong support, let me rise up and move forward.
We will always remember your teachings, and we will fly higher and higher in the sky of knowledge!
There is a passion, just like classmates and teenagers,
There is a kind of friendship called holding hands;
There is a promise called helping each other in the same boat; There is a kind of happiness called drinking ethylene glycol.
Thank you, dear students,
At the art festival, we appreciate the beauty of art with our heart.
At the sports meeting, we strive to cast the honor of the class.
At the Reading Festival, we let go of colorful dreams.
We shed tears, but we laughed all the way. We stepped on thorns, but we smelled the flowers of Wan Li.
In a few days, we will enter the middle school gate.
We believe that sunshine will always appear after a storm.
We firmly believe that no pains, no gains.
Six years of primary school life is the best time in our life and the most precious memory.
We put on our brightest smiles and dyed our graduation with charming colors.
My road twists and turns, through a hidden valley, and each road extends a beautiful dream.
The green trees reflect the red walls, and every tall building opens affectionate doors and windows.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
We will certainly hand in a satisfactory answer sheet in the hot July.
We will definitely return to your arms in the golden autumn.
We will stand by you and create brilliance with you!
Thank you!
Leave youth in the afternoon, and the fascinating sunshine will fill the streets.
There is no trace of waiting, still in vain.
Mottled green memory, full childhood.
Open the yellowed book, and those gentle words of the past years are the autumn with cold water.
Without losing rhythm
But it runs out of endless sighs.
The final assembly is deep, and the appearance of an adult will make people look ridiculous.
Warm ocean currents from the heart drift away with forgetting.
If youth is a painting suitable for four seasons.
I hope I can draw the outline with the waiting ink.
Dates, never, never be colored.
Or, simply enjoy loneliness.
Even forget the date.
Stop dreaming, there is a shallow smile at the corner of your mouth.
Miss you, my heart will only be firm.
There are too many daydreams lost in the wind.
If you are silent, sooner or later there will be rotation and wandering, calm and loss.
Our youth is waiting without shadow.
Pursuing worry-free, the shadow of a bicycle carries the perfect dream of the past.
However, we really don't see the growing back.
Those outdated dates and youth
It's like you laughed for a little while. Who hasn't thought about writing a book?
Poetry Composition 7 "Flying" has a pair of wings. On the right, it is growing, "dancing" with a faint halo, and on the left, it is flying.
Butterflies also have their own dreams.
Wandering in the wind
Meteor black powder, has its own light,->
A seed can break through the ground because it has a dream of seeing the sun.
The reason why the stream can run back and forth is because it has the dream of flowing into the sea.
For us, there is an expectation called the future-seeing the future.
As long as sweat and courage are on our stage, we can fly with our eyes closed.
We will live a good life, too.
There is a saying that soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers, so as a person, we can't just live in our own closed track, so without dreams, how can we keep up with the pace of society? Even if it is the pace of others, how can you make your life further? At all times and all over the world, who doesn't have the dream of a golden cicada shedding its shell and leads a wonderful life? At least I don't know! Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty made the conference semifinals afraid to go south and paid tribute every year. How can they leave the ambition of his youth? Li Shizhen mountains for decades, compiled as >; Without his dream of helping the poor and the weak, how can he help future generations? Premier Zhou is proficient in many languages and versatile. When the country was in danger, he stepped forward and threw himself into it. How can he leave the dream of "studying for the rise of China"? Bill Gates dropped out of school, founded Microsoft and became the richest man in the world. How can he leave his dream of leading another Internet era? ...
Although sometimes we will bury the residual red and carry the sadness of youth with petals; Although sometimes endless thoughts are pinned on the bright moon, although sometimes those inexplicable feelings are swept away by the breeze, these are not enough to make up for the frivolity of youth. Because we understand that our bright future is still far away, we should put down our burdens and run for our dreams; Because we know that we can't lose our way and go on the road with sadness, which will make our life detour. Relieved the truth ...
I am who I am.
It's fireworks of different colors.
The universe is vast.
Become the strongest bubble
I like myself.
Let the roses bear fruit.
In the lonely desert
The sonorous life in full bloom ...
Fear of the future is a sign of cowardice. I want to run to a better tomorrow with my dreams.
The earth has given us a solid road to pursue our dreams.
Run, even if you break your arm halfway.
Still, running never stops.
Because there are wings on the scar.
Spread your wings and fly, looking forward to a wonderful chapter on your dream road.
I can't forget that the roads are busy and the sky is changing abnormally.
I don't want the world to be bustling with excitement and dreams.
Flying all the way, rippling all the way
Think back to that year
In the past, there was a war of words in the Spring and Autumn Period, and the soldiers were divided into the Warring States, Qin Huang Hanwu and Datang Yingsong. What was Ming and Qing Dynasties?
How wonderful the performance was, how many dreams were realized, how many people's memories flew over history and danced.
The glory and dreams of the predecessors have passed away and precipitated into a beautiful chapter.
It used to be a memorial service.
Can only pay tribute.
I want to read a wonderful living book with my dream, which is still in the present. How can you believe the misinformation of the media? We are the beat generation after 90, and also the eccentric generation who is overly selfish and withdrawn after 90. From the negative news of the post-90s generation, we can easily read that the post-60s, post-70s and post-80s are unreasonable or even disdainful. But, seniors, isn't it your business that our post-90 s mistakes are none of your business? Elder, shouldn't you take the responsibility of guiding and cultivating the post-90 s generation? This society doesn't pay any responsibility? Please read the story of Zhao Xiaoting, born in 1990s in Yangtze University. ...
How to believe what others say?
We're bored and useless.
Selfishness is devastating.
Who says we are glass flowers that can't stand the wind and rain?
But we are the richest.
Because we have dreams, because we dare to think
We are in the prime of life and full of youthful vitality.
We have the courage to fight for our ideals.
slap one's chest as a gesture of promise or guarantee
We are just like you.
Facing the real society
Bear the drop of blood
Step by step.
forward ...
Who still believes that we are a beat generation, and the responsibility is hard to bear?
Dare to ask the elder, what happened to you before?
Don't hate or blame your suggestion to us.
We keep it in mind.
If you resign tomorrow, we will make great progress.
Thank you for your persistence.
disappointed
And love.
we know ...
"Wonderful" comes from flying, and "dream" comes from dancing. Flying is beautiful, and dreams are always there.
Poetry Composition 8 Since kindergarten, poetry has entered my classroom and my heart. One Tang poem after another, one Song poem after another, let me never tire of reading it and make friends with it. In the sixth grade, many comprehensive practical activities were held by knocking on the door of poetry.
At the beginning of the activity, our group made full preparations. Liang Dong is the best. She is in charge of appreciating poems, and Yang Shiying can surf the Internet at any time, so she is in charge of sorting out materials and I am in charge of collecting poems. Everyone has to write two poems. As soon as I got home, I turned on my cell phone to look for it. At first glance, a pile of poems appeared in front of me. I was surprised and thought, "How to choose so many poems?" At this time, my head was big and I was confused, so I chose a few songs and sent them to Liang Dong lottery players. The next day, Liang Dong brought back a book of poems, Yang Shiying wrote two poems, Chen Haoxuan also wrote two poems, and I brought a big pile of classified poems. Looking at our full preparation, I thought, "I will definitely be on the stage of the speech this time."
Sure enough, as I expected, our group got the opportunity to show, but unfortunately, I have to go to the track and field team for training and I can't participate in this show. However, with General Liang Dong, our group still won the second place. Although it can't be shown, it has also gained a lot. I learned to write poetry. In the past, I wrote poems like a mountain that I couldn't climb. However, after learning this unit, I not only climbed the mountain, but also understood how simple it is to write a poem, and how naive To Mouse is. The author made the mouse funny and cute, and made friends with the cat. This is really a poem full of childlike interest. I wrote a song to Dandelion with it, and I admire you very much. Lightweight body and snow-white clothes ... this poem, I feel different from before. I learned to write a poem, and I feel suddenly smart when I am still so old.
I learned to organize poems and help them to be separated. When searching for information on the internet, I saw a bunch of poems in front of me, but I didn't know how to divide them. But after learning the lesson of comprehensive practice, the teacher taught us how to classify and how to divide Tang poetry, Song poetry and Yuan music. With the help of the teacher, I can easily classify these poems. I divided one hundred poems into three categories and sent them to Liang Dong, asking her to print them for me.
Knocking on the door of poetry gave me a great surprise, made me know endless poems, and made me return home with a full load.
I am a paper bird waiting for the wind,
Waiting for the breeze to blow,
You are my free daydream,
My body swings in your arms,
When you leave quietly,
I'm still echoing in my sweet dream,
Wind rest,
The heart stopped beating,
I woke up, and I couldn't find your shadow.
Come and go without a trace. If you can wait, what kind of waiting is a season?
If I can, then I will wait for autumn in endless time, waiting for the moment when the maple leaves fall in front of the window!
I'm on the windowsill,
Sleeping in the long river of years, keeping an immortal heart,
Just waiting for you to appear!