Reading a poem or appreciating a poem often gives us an unforgettable experience, an indescribable pleasure, and a profound philosophy...
< p>(1) There is no way to recover the mountains and rivers, but there is a village with hidden willows and flowers.When I go home frustrated, when I have no confidence, I always blame myself, feel annoyed, and even despair. That At that time, Meng Haoran's poem - "There is no clear road between mountains and rivers, there is a village with dark willows and flowers" appeared in my mind. This sentence is like bright sunshine, warming people's hearts; like a warm spring breeze, brushing the face; like a cheerful flute, Lingering in my ears...
It was it that made me wake up from despair, cheer up, work hard, and be a hundred times more confident. Without it - "There is no clear path after mountains and rivers, and there is a village with dark willows and flowers." I wouldn’t be as confident as I am now and have come out of the predicament. All of this is also the happiness that poetry brings me...
(2) I have to sit on the bench for ten years without writing an empty sentence
< p>Whenever others ask me about my ideals, I always think wildly. Well, do I want to be an "angel in white" who saves lives and heals the wounded, bringing patients back to life? Do I want to be a selfless "engineer of the human soul" who educates students? Or do I want to be a selfless "engineer of the human soul" who educates students? The selfless "messenger of justice" who redresses grievances for others? When I read the sentence "I have to sit on the bench for ten years without writing an empty sentence," I understood a profound philosophy...Yes, you can’t be imaginative or boastful, you must be practical and learn and work step by step in order to achieve something... All of this is also the happiness that poetry brings me...
(II ) When I read Wang Zhihuan’s poem, “There are close friends in the sea, we are as close as the world apart”, I often can’t help but think of the precious little story between Duoduo and me. I will never forget this friendship.
I remember when we were children, we went to the park to play together. In the evening, when the sun had set, we went home with excitement still unfinished. When our parents angrily "isolated us" During the "censorship", Duoduo and I "protected" each other, both acting like "we would rather die than surrender" and kept tight-lipped... Looking back on this precious and interesting friendship, I burst into laughter from time to time...
But she, because her parents divorced, she went to Shandong with her mother. From then on, she disappeared from my sight. Whenever I think of this poem, I will think of her and her bright smiling face, Slowly recollecting happiness, realizing the preciousness of friendship... All of this is also the happiness that poetry brings me...
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Whether it is Tang poetry or Song poetry, they will become my life An indispensable part of life! They are the joy of my life!