One sunny day, I was walking along the country road, and the fields were filled with warmth. Looking up at the sky, the sun was piercing my eyes. I used my hands to cover my eyes, and the light and shadow scattered by the sun shone on my face, creating a beautiful light and shadow. A feeling of happiness came over me. ah! What a poetic life.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been like this, and I can still go for a walk without any distractions. Two years of study and life in the city have left me with no time to think about these things. I’m busy studying every day? The work of the student union? Emotions have already made me pay. Too much, that heart has been filled too full, and it can no longer allow me to appreciate the beautiful things on campus. Looking back, I realize that two years is neither long nor short, but I have gained a lot. Setbacks are just an experience of growth. Since I have missed two good years, I will never let this third year go to waste.
At the beginning of the school year, I came to school carrying big and small bags, only to find that it was no longer the original dormitory. We had moved to a better place than before, where we can have close contact with the sunshine every day. I could also enjoy the scenery outside the window. I spent some time leaning on the balcony every day, staring blankly at the busy traffic outside the window, trying to sort out what I was thinking. I stayed there for a long time. My roommate came out and asked me to go to class with him, and then I came back. Come to think of it, what are you thinking about? It’s okay, let’s go to class, the composition of the third grade high school composition "Poetic Life". Just looking at the balcony reluctantly, bidding farewell to the past, leaving behind an image that is no longer blurry.
It was another night, after I finished washing, I was leaning on the familiar balcony again. I accidentally saw a sanitation worker sweeping up the fallen leaves, one by one, one by one, and just like that, he was taken away by time. I don’t know if it’s because autumn has arrived, but I feel so sentimental. I think of a sentence: The withering of leaves is the pursuit of the wind? Or is it the tree that doesn’t want to be saved? Ye Zi sighed: Because I want to find my own happiness. Suddenly I woke up, walked to the bedroom, went to bed, slept, and faced a new day.
When I got up the next day, I hummed happily. My roommates all said that I was in a particularly good mood today. yes! Life is so beautiful, why should I be sentimental about the past like Lin Daiyu every day? It’s better to spend Master Chang’s last two years well now.
Since then, I have lived a meaningful life every day. I know that this is the life I want. Although I cannot write poems about a beautiful life like a poet, my poetic Life is undeniable. Life is still happy for me, just like a dandelion, which always exudes fragrance.
In the future, I will still be very busy, and I will still face the pain of loss and the joy of gain, but I will not ask about those anymore, because a poetic life cannot be smooth sailing. Just like my literary club, I know that no matter how hard the cadres of our board of directors try, they can’t replace Qianmo Literary Club, but I can’t give up! I can only deepen its influence in everyone's minds step by step. Maybe one day it will really surpass it, but I don't know.
I remember once, when I attended President Luo’s heart-melting lecture, he said that each of us should feel the poetry of life, and then live a poetic life. Indeed, when we look at life as a poem, no matter how many episodes there may be, you will always think that it is a good poem, a poem with great beauty.
My hand writes my heart, I think, therefore I am. Pick up the pen in your hand, write the poetry of life, and enjoy a poetic life. This is what I want.