Turn life into poetry. full text

Life becomes poetry. I remember when I was a child, a flying insect flew into my ear one summer night, and it is very hot now. . I dig my ears nervously. But the naughty little flying insect refused to come out, and I cried. Grandma took out a bottle of cool oil and said that a few drops into her ear would stick to the wings of flying insects and suffocate them. My mother told me to stand up, put my ear on the bright light bulb, and put it on me like magic, whispering: bugs like light best, and fly where there is light. For two different methods, I think the former is life and the latter is poetry. When I was in primary school, about the third grade, my deskmate was a poor student who gave the teacher a headache, especially knowing how to do movements and tricks. In his composition, he said that his future wish was to be a clown, and the class teacher said that he had "no ambition" in class. At that time, I didn't know if he could understand the meaning of these four words, but at least he knew it was not good, but the Chinese teacher talked about his wish when he passed by and said, "May you bring laughter to the world!" " On one occasion, the department organized a spring outing, and the car drove past a place with poor road conditions, which was full of potholes. The tour guide said that the road was just like pockmarked, and he apologized again and again. I changed my tour guide when I came back. It's still that way. The car swings from side to side. He said, "ladies, this is the charming dimple avenue, which can also be called the dance avenue!" " "The atmosphere became active. Life is the same. When you are troubled by something, have you ever thought of another solution? None of us can control life, but we can "adapt" to life. At that time, you will feel that life is a very poetic work, not just the pain from one shoulder to another. Out of the campus, everyone finds his place in the big forest of society. No matter how high the position is, no matter how decent the position is, you will encounter setbacks and bumps, just like the bumpy dirt road mentioned earlier. At this time, it depends on how you learn to let go. I'm glad that my personality is sometimes a bit of a Q spirit. Sometimes I think of these examples when I am sad, wronged and flustered, and I am suddenly enlightened. There is nothing to be sad about, and there is not a piece of meat and a piece of skin missing. Trivial things are not worth worrying about. Relax with a group of friends who love to cry and have fun, and it's gone. Suddenly, I interviewed a great director on TV, and his words were very useful: "Without a director in life, we can't rehearse for our own lives, but we are all screenwriters. Although everyone's life will be an old account, we can turn it into the carrier we want, so that your life can sometimes flow like running water, leisurely and poetic; Sometimes it's like a mountain road, with ups and downs, twists and turns and light. Life history is a chaotic material library. What we have to do is to make ourselves an excellent screenwriter.