From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, cut firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea and full of spring flowers. Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. That happy lightning told me, and I will tell everyone. Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I wish you a bright future, everything will be fine, and you will be very happy in this city. I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
Appreciation: The world is full of literature, but it is hard to make it plain. This little poem is full of happiness. It embraces everything with its broad mind. It warms people's hearts because it pushes itself to death and the world to happiness. Reading this poem depends on intuition. It gives people the strength to survive and tells the world that the world is the only paradise. Live a good life, how bright the sun is and how wonderful life is!
Second, Bian's "chapter"
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
Appreciation: "Broken Chapters" implies that life is just an experience, just like a fleeting fragment in the illusory world of movies. We are not the protagonists in the play, but without us, the play would not be so wonderful.
Third, Zong Baihua's The Stream of Life.
The stream of my life is a cloud wave on the ocean, always shining in the blue of the sea and sky. The stream of my life is the microwave on the river, which always reflects the green mountains and trees on both sides. The stream of my life is the sound waves on the strings, always surrounding the autumn stars and bright moon among the pine forests. The stream of my life is the love wave on the spring of her heart, which will always haunt her day and night.
Appreciation: This is a poem with flowing beauty, which reminds people of a gurgling stream, clear and sweet. What I see from it is the natural state of life: unpretentious, good and indisputable. Its beauty is beautiful and real. Reading such poems all my life is not only touching, but also happiness.
Fourth, Zheng Chouyu's "mistake"
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River and looked like a lotus in the season. If the east wind doesn't come, the catkins in March can't fly. Your heart is like a lonely town, like a bluestone street facing dusk. The sound is silent, the spring curtain in March has not been opened, and your heart is a closed small window sash. My horseshoe was a beautiful mistake. I'm not a passer-by, just a passer-by. ...
Appreciation: This poem is like a song that gently sings an old story. Smellable, full of fragrance. Reading is like reading a picture, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and ordinary alleys, and every place is exciting. If the biggest vagrancy is impermanence of life, why not stop and enjoy it slowly! If you can't catch up with people who travel far away, it is also a kind of happiness to be with people around you.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Xu Zhimo's "Accidental"
I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projected in your heart. You don't have to be surprised, let alone happy. It disappeared in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; It would be better if you remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting!
Appreciation: Life is an accident. The encounter between you and me is like the brightest fireworks we have ever seen in each other's world, blooming the most beautiful brilliance! Let love stay at this most beautiful moment, the love in the world is a kind of hazy.
2. How to write a modern poem full of life philosophy? 1 When the wind is whistling in your ear, you just think it is a breeze; When the rainstorm pours in front of your eyes, you just feel that it is dripping from the eaves; When lightning rages overhead, you just think it's a passing firefly.
Man must never give in to adversity. The reason why our life is poor is often because we either give up our work or give up our meditation because of our work: we should continue to work and continue to think.
Life is a miracle that comes from nowhere, and existence is also an accident of time and space. We need to constantly struggle to prove the real existence of our lives. In this way, we must activate our thinking, light up the lights on the platform and illuminate the way we should go before we can continue our trek.
Life also needs to travel constantly. No matter how much you achieved yesterday, no matter how many flowers you had in your garden yesterday, it belongs to yesterday. If you indulge in yesterday's happiness, it is difficult to enjoy today's clearer happiness. Today, a new beginning needs us to move forward and cultivate.
Life is a never-ending journey, and it needs the torch of life until it turns to ashes and tears run out. Although the meteor has fallen, it cuts through the night sky with beautiful light. Although the music is over, it is inspiring with passionate melody.
Fielding said, "Bad books, like bad friends, may kill you." That's true.
But there is no need to go to the other extreme and exaggerate the influence of books on people's personality. More often, good people read bad books or good people, and bad people read good books or bad people.
There are at least two reasons why a drop of water can wear a stone: first, it is single-minded, and every drop of water faces the same direction and falls on a fixed point; The second is their perseverance. In the long years, they have never stopped such efforts. From this, we can think of accomplished scholars at all times and all over the world, who all embody the words "expert" and "regular".
Although the love between mother and son and brotherly love also has a strong altruistic color, its premise is based on blood and kinship, and it cannot be called selfless dedication. Only altruism and sacrifice beyond family and personal utility can be called selfless dedication.
This kind of selfless dedication is not only different from the definition of moralists, but also different from the charity of philanthropists. It does not seek and feel spiritual conversion and spiritual comfort in the sense of "self", but promises and practices its responsibility and mission to the country, society and people in the sense of "self".
Books are like a ladder, which can lead us to the temple of knowledge. Books are like a key, which will help us open the window of wisdom in our hearts.
Time is like a good doctor, it can teach us to heal bleeding wounds, and time is like a loving mother, it will help us heal the wounds of the soul. 1 1 Only the rough sea can create a smooth and soft beach, while the calm lake side is surrounded by mud; Only the storm can wash away the sludge and muddy water, and the breeze and drizzle can only leave sediment; Only endless forests can create the green and beauty of the earth, but lonely trees will be destroyed by strong winds.
13 books are my spiritual food and reshape my soul. When is Jane? Love says: "We are equal, I am not a machine without feelings", I understand the self-esteem as a woman; When petofi said, "If you have time, you can throw both", I understood the value of being a man. When Lu Xun said, "If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence", I understood the rebellious spirit that people should have. When Browning said, "Take away love and the world will become a grave", I understood how important it is to give love to others.
14 since the goal is the distant horizon, it is necessary to be more calm and calm. The fruitful results of autumn depend on the hard sowing in spring; Become a pulse of blood in the sea, all by the stream running day and night.
Perhaps, with sweat, you may not be able to harvest that increasingly mature dream; Perhaps, you who have spilled blood may not have that fiery scenery; Perhaps, struggling in the dark will not necessarily usher in a bright dawn. But I'm not always sad.
Although I work silently and don't hear the echo of life, I love life and will definitely win. 16 You don't need to judge immediately that you can't do it. It's that you get into the vast sea of people and live too vulgar to light a burning lamp of life.
My shouts may be weak, my steps may be blind, but my blood is roaring and rushing from beginning to end. There is nothing terrible about fate, and stormy waves are not common sails! There is no need to cry over a small setback.
Life is ups and downs, and there is no trauma in the pearl shell. How can there be crystal clear and charming crystals? It is common to fall and trip several times.
If you capsize in the sewer, your life will be pale and will never move. If I lose, I can start over. If I win, I can tamp the cornerstone under my feet.
18 There is no need to repeat the eternal swan song of "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night", and repeatedly taste the bitterness and feel sad. The pointer of my life is at eight or nine o'clock, which is a beautiful moment when the sun rises. As long as I work hard, every corner of the world will see me.
I don't know if the world is a little cold, but I am willing to use my meager strength to give every friend who feels cold a warmth and a ray of light. True light is never when there is no darkness, but it will never be covered by darkness; A true hero never lacks humble feelings, but he never gives in to them.
Therefore, before you defeat foreign enemies, you must first defeat your internal enemies. There are only two kinds of people in the world: for example, if you get a bunch of grapes, one chooses the best to eat first, and the other saves the best for last.
As usual, the first person should be happy, because every grape he eats is the best grape in his hand; The second kind of people should be pessimistic. But in fact, it is counterproductive, because the second person still has hope, and the first person only has memories.
Although life is only a few decades, it is never as disillusioned as a dream. As long as you pursue truth, you will live forever. Life is not a burning candle, but a torch. We must burn it brightly and pass it on to the next generation.
Personality needs to "value me": self-reliance cultivates human dignity and self-confidence promotes others.
3. Who has modern poems about the philosophy of life? Dai Wangshu's I Use Broken Palm. I explored this vast land with my broken palm: this corner has become ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown. In spring, the bank is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch seaweed and cool water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. For now, I have soaked in the bitter water of the South China Sea without a fishing boat ... The invisible palm swept the mountains without hatred, and my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous.
On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk. I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it, sending love and all my hopes, because only where there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants … There, eternal China! Feathers and Wings Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I am a worn-out old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder; -the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad.
I am the pain of your ancestors, and I am a flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves of "flying"; -the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; What is breaking out is the crimson dawn; -the motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me; Then get yours from my flesh and blood; Abundance, your glory, your freedom; -Motherland, my dear motherland! Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again. Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I burned like this for the person I love! I love this land, Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this restless wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... Wen Yiduo's "One Word" has a sentence that is a disaster, and there is a sentence that can be ignited. Although it hasn't been said for five thousand years, can you guess the silence of the volcano? Maybe he suddenly became possessed, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky: "We China!" " What should I say today? If you don't believe Cycas can blossom, listen to this sentence: When the volcano can't help being silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet until a thunderbolt in the blue sky explodes: "Our China!" Feel free to extract a few paragraphs.
4. Modern Poetry about Life If life deceives you.
Modern Pushkin
If life deceives you,
Don't be sad, don't be impatient.
You need to keep calm in blue days;
Believe it, happy days will come.
The heart always yearns for the future;
I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass;
And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia.
"If Life Deceives You" is a poem written by Russian poet Pushkin during his exile in Odessa, South Russia in 1825. At that time, he clashed with the local governor and was taken to his father's territory-Skoye village in mikhailov.
The full text of the poem expresses a positive, optimistic and strong attitude towards life, and because of its kind tone, many people write it down in their notebooks and become the motto to motivate themselves to go forward and never give up.
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This poem was written in 1825. During Pushkin's exile in Odessa, southern Russia, he clashed with the local governor and was taken to his father's territory-Skoye village, mikhailov. From August 1824 to September 1826, it is a very lonely life.
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About the author: Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin (александрсергееевиы)
He founded Russian national literature and literary language, and set an example for Russian literature in various fields such as poetry, novels, drama and even fairy tales. Pushkin was also praised by Gorky as "the beginning of all beginnings".
5. What philosophical poems (modern poems) are there? Hello, Xinyu Poetry Club, please answer:
I recommend a poem to you, The Night is Quiet as Poetry.
The silhouette of the west window is picturesque.
The curtain is blue and the narrow sleeves are light.
The feeling of love
Jiang Nanan sang faintly.
Apricot flowers contain dew and light makeup.
There is no limit to natural barriers.
Pipa in the curtain
Standing alone outside the curtain
The lingering fragrance in the curtain lingers in silence.
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Broke the horizon
Song of Wild Goose in Pingsha
Previous marriage
Sleepless on rainy nights, flowers in the dust
My heart is full, for a while.
Bring classic charm
Swim to the other side of the soul
In the blink of an eye, the water was reflected.
The drizzle is scattered between the lines.
libertinism
stubborn
Some past, some memories.
My sadness turned into mourning.
Waiting for a bosom friend on a rainy night
It's about the fleeting youth feelings.
There is still a tear on Hongyi's flagstone road.
Your eyes condense into confusion
I can't see through the connotation and drift slowly.
As time goes by, my thoughts are broken.
Lantern ancient town, green lights swaying.
I still lean against the window and sigh at the moon.
In a trance, who is whispering?
Is it? endless night
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6. Philosophical modern poetry 1, far and near-modern poet Gu Cheng.
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
2. "Lane"-a modern poet Gu Cheng
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
3. Weight-Modern Writer Han Han
She put her bloody head,
On the scales of life,
Let all the survivors,
It's all lost.
-Weight.
4. Accidental-modern poet Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected in your heart.
You shouldn't be surprised,
There is no need to be happy,
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
5. "Arc" —— Modern poet Gu Cheng
Birds are in the high wind
(of a road) curve sharply
Teenagers go to pick it up
A penny
Vines born of fantasy
And an extended contact line.
The waves flinched.
And humpback
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7. Modern poems write "broken chapters" of life.
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. The scenery watcher is watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
1, Gu Cheng: The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light!
Haizi: "Spring blossoms, facing the sea"
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea, which is full of spring flowers.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
3. Xu Zhimo: Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant! A pool in the shade of elm trees,
It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
graceful
Meeting is fate.
Meet by chance, get to know each other,
I don't know where to meet again after saying goodbye tonight.
When drinking is a song, the past remains clear.
Life is like a dream. May I be drunk forever.
Passers-by are in a hurry and will say goodbye sooner or later.
Today is the autumn wind, and yesterday the yellow flowers were still there.
The ancient road is long and the golden urn is full.
Years are like stars, and feelings are like water.
My heart is looking at the bright moon. When will the dragons sing?