And my poem, or in the junior year after the female teacher was transferred, was gradually revealed after the first poem was published in the provincial newspaper. Since then, a little poem published every few weeks has always been heated up by my classmates, which makes me feel unspeakable happiness and pride. At that time, the themes of my poems were mostly youth, loneliness and hazy love.
Because of my influence, a wave of writing poems soon set off on campus. It has become a fashion for boys and girls around the age of twenty to write a few misty poems. I am the only one who can publish it.
At that time, I was really a little pretentious. Now that I think about it, that's it.
Because of poetry, I gradually got to know many girls, and I always like to sit in front of this group of sentimental girls and talk about poetry. Talking about poetry makes me happy and sad. Because in less than half a year, my girlfriend seldom comes to see me again. Finally, she wrote me a letter saying that I would never change my "bad habit" of chatting with girls.
Days are like water, and the years of talking about poetry are far away. In the early winter night, I wandered alone in the quiet courtyard, facing the new moon, calm as water. Looking back at his slender figure, I still feel the poet's aloof and pure temperament. Failure and success gradually made me understand that writing poetry should be an eternal investment to create passion in life. Tomorrow, I will continue my journey in the direction of poetry without regrets.
The road of life, long or short, is experienced, tempered in every tribulation, sad or happy. You will inadvertently find that every footprint that has not been annihilated by the tide records your ups and downs.
The mark left in the wet footprints after low tide, whether it is cloudy or sunny. Footprints that have dried up at low tide may be printed with sunshine or covered with haze. Sunlight and haze are engraved with your brilliance and ravines, and whatever the result, they are engraved with your own personal experience. There are dusty footprints at low tide, leaving some sandstorms, where your most resolute wounds may be buried. If there is a mess in that string of footprints, there must be your sadness and pain. On this road, the whole course of life is engraved. Whether the scenery of life is good or bad depends on your own mentality and your own perspective.
Life is picturesque, savoring, quiet and beautiful; Years are like poetry, listening attentively, painful and happy. Life seeks a quality; Smile, showing a kind of confidence; Strong, revealing a character; Sincerity, giving is an investment; Tolerance shows a kind of mind; Health is a cost; Opportunity gives a platform; Life is a collection of attitudes. Life is precious because of you, and life is more wonderful because of you.
It should be said that everyone's footprint, because of different personalities, because of different abilities, because of different environments, their respective weights and values are not equal. No matter big or small, no matter who is tall or low, what you write is the footprint of your life. Some people will take a flat and secluded path; Some people will experience many hardships; Some people will miss success all their lives; Some people are God's favorites. Every trek is a test, countless footprints are the interpretation of life, and years make them a tortuous road. On this road, the whole course of life is engraved.
The footprints of life left by years come with sincerity, which is the past of life; Written with true feelings, it was a bitter and sweet past; Although ordinary, it is true. On the journey of life, we are eternal passers-by, and I am constantly looking for happiness and happiness. In the journey of life, we are all passers-by, perhaps in a hurry, perhaps in a leisurely mood; Maybe enthusiastic, maybe heavy, maybe cheerful. When one day I suddenly look back and look at my own steps, a footprint is a page of history, leaving a string of footprints with different shades and different gains on the road of life.
Kindness is a lovely flower that opens in the heart. Everyone has a kind seed in his heart. Kindness is the smile of the soul and gratitude for life. Look at the world with a kind heart, and there will be no harm and coldness. More tolerance and more understanding; More goodwill, more hope; More gratitude will make the world warmer and brighter. Your casual smile will bring touch and warmth to others; Your care and love, even if it is only the faint light of fireflies, will warm a lonely soul in the dark corner. Send a rose, leave a lingering fragrance in your hand, treat life with a kind heart, and life is bright everywhere.
Life moves forward in the interweaving of cold and warm, and life continues in joys and sorrows.
I often stand in the passing crowd and watch that person come and go, and that kind of familiar emotion still surges in my heart. In the deep and shallow footprints of the years, meeting and parting are staged every day, and meeting is to leave warmth for each other; Parting, just to get out of the season and time that don't belong to you, can change your face. The only constant is gratitude for life and yearning for a better life. I always believe that the most beautiful scenery is ahead, and it is also beautiful to warm others in the hearts of well-meaning people. Why not?
For example, new green branches in spring; Like to listen to lotus poems in summer; Like, the quiet beauty of autumn leaves; Like, the purity of winter snow, like, with a dull attitude, sitting on the ferry and stream in a fleeting time, watching the ebb and flow of the tide with a free and easy and calm smile, salvaging the beauty of the past in the fragments of deja vu, pouring sunshine on the oasis of the soul, letting all the fireworks light up with the wind, keeping a clear heart, looking forward to time and guarding a happy place. Zen is like a flower. When it opens in my heart, it suddenly becomes clear. Driving on the road, the peak turns around; When it is fleeting, it is full of eyes.
We always like to stop in other people's stories and expect others to give us eternal love, but more often, it is a person's happiness, which is a long stream of water. The gathering and scattering of the world is just the distance between hearts. There will always be people coming and going in the world of mortals. Learn to be grateful when you meet, learn to be moved by experience, and learn to be tolerant. One day, it doesn't matter whether you understand or not. It is normal to get together and leave, but it is also joy. It's just that those that have been owned and those that have passed away were once the most beautiful scenery in life. I only hope that every encounter is a warm hug; Every time you look at each other, you can see each other's most beautiful smile.
Life is originally a difficult journey, moving forward with an indifferent attitude, with joy in suffering and joy in joy. Today's sunshine is as bright as ever, how can it be foggy! Give yourself a good mood, look forward to it, the wind blows your face, and it is very comfortable; Give others a natural smile, the breath will glow, the incense will kiss you, and the heart will warm. ...
In vain, a decision hurts in the bones for a long time, and finally it is determined to be tears. When it was spinning, it was secretly kissed dry by the sun. Then, a person becomes a country, in a word, eternal. He is weak all his life and can't bear love any more. Summer flowers are getting thicker, vanishing, and love falls all over the world. Please keep the reprint on the wound at www.miaozhao 100.com, and resolutely stand out with a row of flowers. Like the direction, the wind, continue to dance, the sky in June, so blue, full of pure words warmed by the sun. Sunset always wants to bring me infinite sadness. Now, cinnabar has become a shame on my face. Finally, I was no longer afraid of the night, sighed for half my life, dried up and died, warming the spring full of peach blossoms.
Years are shallow, and life is safe. Red patches are everywhere! Among them, there are various meanings. What you know needs no explanation, and what you don't understand needs no explanation. Life is like this, painful and happy! Sitting in a smoky season, leaning on a shallow time, making a pot of green tea and dipping in the ink of the years, writing a poetic life. Years and I, in the quiet appreciation of fine products, are full of fragrance and serene!