Turn the years into poetry
A dish of peanuts and two cups of hot tea on the small table, birds chirping on the eaves, closing the curtains, and seeing the old locust tree enjoying the cool in the yard. There are no strange neon lights, no happy places, and endless songs. Life is like this, just like this, plain, simple, but true. ?
Not everyone can stand at the peak of power, just as we can't choose to be born in an ordinary family or an official family. You don't have to complain. Life can't be traced back to the merits and demerits of your ancestors. You don't have to be depressed. It rains in the morning and evening, and it's cloudy in Shu Yun and sunny in the sun. Whether it is luxurious food or simple food, as long as you walk on the road with sunshine, you will surely see the delicacy and ordinary warmth of life. ?
A cup of strong tea, poured in one breath, is naturally bitter. And after the hard work, the faint tea fragrance between the lips and teeth has a special taste. Tea should be tasted slowly, days should be savored carefully, bitter tea should be tasted sweet, and days should be turned into poems.
2. Four examples of turning life into poetry, concise language summary What I need is that the former sentence is our common practice, and the latter sentence is a special and common method, like this: I remember when I was a child, a flying insect flew into my ear one summer night. I tugged at my ear nervously, but the naughty little flying bug refused to come out anyway. I was so anxious that I began to cry.
Grandma took out a drop of clear oil, and she said that a few drops of clear oil in her ear could stick to the wings of flying insects and suffocate them.
My mother told me to stand up, put my ear on the lighted light bulb, put it on my ear like magic, and whispered: Bug, bug, come out quickly and play for you ... Sure enough, in a short time, the bug slowly crawled out and circled around the light bulb happily. Mom said that bugs like light best, and wherever there is light, it flies. You got it?