The first time I heard the sound of the piano, the flowing melody intoxicated me for a long time. I travel through forests and rivers in music to find my own poems. Whenever I hear the music of the moon, I always think of Algae Over Water. Whenever I hear Adeline's voice by the water, I always think, "I haven't seen her for a long time, but it's been longer since we broke up." . Whenever I hear Swan Lake, I always think of "coming and going, unconsciously". Listening to music is a very pleasant thing for me. When I am tired, playing a favorite piano music can often relieve my fatigue.
The spotlight shone on me, and I stood in the center of the stage: a person, a piano, quietly displaying the charm of music, and I remembered Ji Kang's Guangling San. Melodious music came from my hands, and at that moment, my dream seemed to come true. Every drop of blood seems to be infected by the sound of the piano and cheers. At this moment, my eyes are no longer a single keyboard, but an ocean of music. Every note becomes a fish and plays happily in the sea. This scene is familiar.
It is also in this hall that spotlights illuminate the whole stage. I'm only four years old, and I haven't studied music for a year. The long-awaited arrival of Lang Lang. Accompanied by warm applause, melodious piano sound spread under his fingers. I was fascinated by it when I was very young, and the clear notes melted into my blood like water drops and flowed all over my body. I slowly closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair, and my mouth couldn't help but rise.
At that moment, it seems that he is not the talented pianist Lang Lang we are familiar with, but the king of music. I realized Lang Lang's ambition and his love for music. Therefore, the ancient people fought, and the harp may also be a weapon. I saw that his hand played faster and faster, and the jumping notes jumped out one after another, which was powerful and powerful, making people feel excited. This concert gave me a strong shock, just like a poem that moistened my life.
At this moment, my figure seems to overlap with Lang Lang. I closed my eyes and fell in love with the charm of the piano. After a while, I stood up and slowly walked off the stage with the applause of the audience.
Don't give up the pursuit of poetry in a monotonous life. Our life is more exciting because of poetry.
Poetic composition in life 2 The breeze in Xulaili is full of waves and clouds, and the boat on the river is cruising. The heart is extraordinarily quiet, poetic and indifferent. This is Su Dongpo's poetic life. Read perilla's poems and realize the way to be a man: people should live poetically.
Living poetically can heal past wounds and repair broken souls for us. A person's life has to go through many hardships, big and small, and no one can live smoothly. When we experience suffering, it also brings us mental trauma. These wounds will make us feel dull pain now and even in the future. Living poetically can help us to repair the wounds of the soul. Just like Sun Shaoping in Ordinary World, he experienced great changes and hardships again and again, but he never surrendered to life, because he lived poetically in this world, and even though he was mired in mud, he still looked up at the stars. Living poetically cured his mental trauma and enabled him to continue to walk in a difficult life and go his own way. Therefore, living poetically can heal a person's mental and spiritual trauma.
Living poetically can make us live freely now, as live high wants. Someone said, "It's hard to return to nature after staying in a cage for a long time." The older you get, the longer you live, the more chains you have and the less freedom you have. But living poetically can get rid of the shackles and bring us spiritual freedom. Because it can change our attitude towards life. If we can live poetically, then work will become a responsibility and life will become enjoyment. Living is not just to live, but because "the world is so big, I want to see it". This attitude towards life can free us from shackles and bring us spiritual freedom. Poetic life, let us in ordinary and even painful life, smartly sing "bamboo is more diligent than horse, who is afraid?" A misty rain for life ",become an independent self.
Living poetically can bring us a bright future and pursue poetry and distance. Gao once said in an interview: "Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance." But as everyone knows, living poetically brings distance. Recently, the third China Poetry Competition came to an end, and Lei Hai, the "takeaway brother", defeated the master of Peking University and won the championship. If this "takeaway brother" didn't love poetry in those days, but kept delivering takeout day after day like everyone else, then he would never have achieved what he is now. Poetic life brought him towards the distant, and also brought him the joy and happiness of success. Poetic life, like a pair of wings, let us fly to success, take us on a long journey and run towards a better future.
To sum up, living poetically can make us feel the creation of yesterday and not be tortured by the pain of the past; Get today's freedom and live happily; Welcome tomorrow's glory, towards the distant.
Because of this, I want to shout loudly to everyone: people should live poetically.
Poetic writing in life iii. Living poetically, you can "watch the mountains at night and be a blue cloud"; If you live a poetic life, you can "quietly enjoy the cool breeze of the ancient layer." All one's life, plants and trees fall in autumn, and they will not fall for a hundred years. The only way to live is to walk calmly and live poetically, so that it can find its true value.
In the complicated world, it is always difficult for people to stretch their original thoughts. The chaotic world, the confused world of mortals, and people's worries about worldly affairs have covered their happy hearts with dust and fallen on the ladder of success, just to remember the so-called "poetry" and calmness of the sages.
Live poetically, and the world will stop bothering you.
Tagore said that the brand of death branded life on the coin of life, making it buy something of real value. Only by living poetically can Ming Che look at the disputed world indifferently and let the troubles stop.
Thousands of stories spread across Wang Yang, and Cai Shiqi counted the Three Kingdoms alone. Turbid waves are a cup of boiled wine, and Li Bai is drunk with a chronicle of the Tang Dynasty. Li Bai, who fought for the end of the world, chose to live poetically, so history left a free and easy figure of violet living in the earth, a green donkey and a blue shirt, which made Li Bai find the true happiness of life.
Poetic life reveals the value of life.
Kant said that only the moral law in his heart and the starry sky above his head made him awe. Only by choosing to live poetically can we discover the initial awe of life.
Through Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly, I broke away from the danger of riding a green cow, stepped on the immortal water flowing eastward at the foot of Confucius, lived poetically, suddenly looked back and smiled at life. Du Fu, whose books ruined people, chose a poetic life, so in his history, there was another poem with holiness. Even "flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world!" " ; Even "I am old and sick, alone with my boat" and "how can I not cry at this railing?" : even if it is the dilemma of "rolling my hair" and "hanging on the top of the forest"; Shaoling did not change his original intention, and restored the historical essence and the sufferings of people's livelihood with a giant pen like a rafter. A boat and a cold quilt made Du Fu realize the value and significance of life.
The real world is a mess, materialistic and bloody; Colorful lights flashing, let this quiet become dry. The elegance of playing the piano and singing the wind is gone, the ancient charm of playing piccolo and enjoying the moon is hard to stay, and the peace of mind in the material civilization created by modern people is hard to find.
Live poetically, sweep away the worldly dust, and be disturbed by the world of mortals quietly. Let's put our hands together, smile and live poetically, and discover the beauty hidden in the bright stars.
Poetry in Life 4 Poetry is a beautiful scenery on our life, but many times, we just focus on moving forward and forget to appreciate the scenery.
Beginning of winter is beginning of winter, and snow hardly appears. Those children who have never seen snow are silently waiting for their favorite snow. "Snow in succession? If the catkins are not due to the wind. " This is the snow in Xie Daowen's eyes. "Snow is too late for spring, it is a flying flower on the courtyard tree." This is the snow in Han Yu's eyes. The children all want to see how beautiful the snow is.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the heavy snow has finally come, and the world is full of color. "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Snowflakes have different shapes and shapes, which is exactly the sentence: there are no two snowflakes exactly the same in the world.
When the children saw the snow, they ran out of the house excitedly, staring blankly at the sky and the snowflakes falling from the sky. They smiled stupidly. They happily have snowball fights, make snowmen and run in the snow to their heart's content ... but this beauty is always short-lived. Soon, the snow stopped, leaving only the cold of "hundreds of mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints"
Plants and trees wither, insects hibernate, and everything on the earth tends to be still. Only the pine and cypress are still standing there, motionless, quiet and peaceful. The ancients said: "first frost is miserable, and the end of the year is always correct." Isn't this pine and cypress as tough as it was thousands of years ago? Isn't this lofty spirit worthy of our admiration? Spring returns to the earth, everything revives, ice and snow melt, and pine and cypress are reborn. May, spend the most difficult time with pine and cypress. "There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone. I know from a distance that it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance. " Wang Anshi spoke highly of Mei. Not only He, but many literati have left poems praising plum blossom, praising it as "peach and plum mixed with fragrant dust" ... Although plum blossom is not afraid of the cold and blooms in the cold winter, it will wither like roses and jasmine sooner or later. Compared with pine and cypress, isn't this just a flash in the pan?
Winter is poetic. Similarly, poetry in spring, summer and autumn is everywhere. They are like gold and precious stones, scattered and hidden everywhere, which need us to find with a pair of children's eyes.
"Spring is always waiting for the east wind, and all kinds of colorful things are always spring" is a brand-new poem of everything on the earth in spring.
"The shade of trees is long in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond" is a poem written by Shui Ying in the scorching sun under the shade of trees in summer.
"August, autumn wind whistling, rolling my three hairs" is a gloomy, sad, lonely and lonely autumn poem.
Living in poetry can better show the value of life.
Poetic Composition in Life Article 5 Life is full of language and poetry. Eyes are the windows of poetry. Looking out of the window through the small window, the light rain falls like feathers, and everyone can't help but sigh: the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers; The ear is the channel for listening to poetry. After watching the Guo Huang Waterfall, who can't help singing: Water clouds make dragons, thunder drums are loud and shocking; Write poetry with both hands, record life and record beauty.
The sky filled with afterglow is always melted by sunset. The setting sun slowly falls below the ground level under the cover of clouds like quilts. Before that, the sky was like a silk handkerchief woven by a fairy, with red in purple and yellow in red, gorgeous and ordinary. Birds who want to go home in the distance spread their wings, crossed the brilliant red sunset and flew over the sea. The distant mountains are continuous, lying on the coast, like the undulating backbone of sleeping beasts, creating an atmosphere of "the mountain wind is getting better and better, and the birds are returning". Quiet. On the sea, fishing boats drift leisurely, and the breeze blows white sails, which is quite similar to the sunset on the coast written by Monet.
In the mountains, birds sing from time to time, and huge birch trees stand in Shan Ye. The shimmer of the sun covered the whole body, and the warmth could not help coming. Life here has become full of vitality, and busy figures of small animals appear in front of us from time to time. "Cicada is quiet in the forest, and Tonggong Mountain is more secluded." Xia Chan's humming and the singing of the woodbirds are perfectly integrated, so it seems too much to call it "the sound of nature". This is probably a fairyland on earth.
Standing on the top of the mountain and having a bird's eye view, I finally realized the happiness of "covering my eyes for floating clouds and being at the highest place". At this time, I seem to be between heaven and earth, and the mountain under my feet is much smaller. I am closer to the sky and can reach out. Clouds filled my eyes. I vaguely saw the mountaineers on the top of the mountain nodding like me.
Language is rain, nourishing the grass; She is the light that guides us forward. Life is full of language and poetry. Poetry has been people's daily feelings since ancient times. Very ordinary, but also very ordinary. After thousands of years of practice, poetry has long been a treasure and a kind of pride.
Poetic composition in life 6 Golden sunshine and golden orchids have woven her world and she has a poetic life.
Walking in a deep alley, smelling a faint fragrance is refreshing. It's an orchid. Looking up, the flowers on the balcony are Clivia, which is my grandmother's home, a poetic home.
There is a simple and honest old man standing at the door. She always has shiny and smooth hair. She laughed, and the "ravines" on her face were exposed, which made people feel kind and amiable. "My granddaughter is here!" She is always so enthusiastic and always seems to have endless energy. She likes to rub her calloused hands back and forth on my face. I tried to avoid it, but I was deeply fascinated by her smell. I threw myself into her arms and still liked to cling to her. "I miss you, grandma. You don't rub me ... "I looked at my grandmother Chen Jiao, who smiled happily, and her eyes were endless tenderness. Smelling waves of fresh and plain orchids makes people feel extremely relaxed and happy. I can't forget that smell for a long time. I deeply love the orchid fragrance on my grandmother and this pleasant life.
The sun shone in, and my grandmother pulled me and took me to her balcony. On the balcony, clusters of orchids with golden green leaves. Flowers are golden like Muyue flowers, and clusters are like full moons. The leaves are like deep pools, elegant and plain, hence the name Clivia. Grandma carefully fiddled with these orchids, gently pulled out the weeds in the flowerpot, skillfully picked up a small shovel to loosen the soil, so soft and quiet, these orchids seemed to be like her children, and this picture was fixed in front of my eyes, just like an oil painting, golden sunshine, golden orchids, and what's more, there was the old man who bent over but studied the orchids carefully. I like this poetic painting.
After she was busy, she sat quietly on the balcony and looked at the orchids, but it didn't seem to be looking at flowers. Her twinkling eyes smiled and looked into the distance, which made people puzzled. I gently leaned on her shoulder, and she gently shook the cattail leaf fan, chanting, "What beautiful flowers, just like your grandfather …" I have never seen my grandfather, who died of illness, and she has been trying to raise her five children. I think she is lonely, but in front of her, she is so persistent and yearning for life. I learned from my parents that my grandfather was a soldier. When I was young, I went to Tianjin and met her. They fell in love at first sight, and finally my grandfather left Tianjin with her to settle here. I vaguely remember that she once said, "Grandpa likes Clivia very much. He is as honest and elegant as these Clivia. " They love these orchids, and they love this life even more. I think this is why she looks so far away, likes these orchids so much, and cherishes them so much. Orchids on the balcony, stories on the balcony, warm memories, she misses her grandfather. She is very happy.
In autumn, these orchids bloom more and more brightly, and their petals bloom like fairies in beautiful clothes. There is a small wooden table and an old-fashioned radio on the balcony, which can not only play songs, but also receive radios. Grandma likes it very much and often wipes it back and forth with a rag to remove dust. There are several tapes beside her, all of which are Peking Opera. Her love for Beijing opera can't be better described as obsession. She was lying on the sofa, humming Peking Opera that I didn't understand, and at first she felt a little bored. Strange to say, now I gradually feel that Peking Opera is actually really good to listen to, and the ups and downs of that voice impressed me deeply with the essence of China culture. My parents told me that my grandmother has never been back to Tianjin since she came here. I think this is also my grandmother's memory of my hometown. The stronger the autumn, the more my grandmother turned this yearning into an orchid and floated this fragrance to the distance and hometown.
Orchid, like a gentleman, never dies in four seasons, never dies in years, and its fragrance lasts forever. Look, she's sitting there looking at flowers again, smiling, orchids and autumn wind shaking. Grandma likes the sunshine there and loves the orchids there more, leaving a permanent memory in her heart. That place has a taste of life and a poetic life.
Poetic composition in life 7 Everything is animistic, and everything is animistic. Their breath permeates the north and south of the motherland, their beautiful images and graceful posture are temporary, and their graceful residence makes life floating and poetic.
In the land of my hometown, spring grass germinates in early spring, and life comes, but there is no new year's youth. At the beginning of February, I was surprised to see the petite figure of grass buds under the protection of elm trees, which seemed full of charm. Occasionally see birds, look up at white clouds. Looking from a distance, white clouds descended quietly, as if within reach. The breeze passed quietly, blowing the hearts of all creatures.
In July, I went to this place alone, and the green shoots were gone, only a few acres of gold were replaced. Approaching the wheat field, the mature ears of wheat are full and full, and all of them are bulging. It seems to burst, like a mouth-watering pearl. If you rub an ear of wheat in your hand, it will fill your mouth with fragrance. I remember that at that time, "the silkworm ripens greener, and the wheat turns yellow", but now, "the south wind blows yellow wheat fields in April, the jujube blossoms are not withered, and the leaves are long in Laka", and you can see people sketching in the wheat fields. Sure enough, the spirit of all things is eternal and poetic, and temporarily lives in this land.
You can go to the hospital again. Grandma's little pond lotus is no longer depressed and lonely. Instead, it is a spectacular scene of "endless leaves and different colors of lotus flowers". Under the sunshine, the water in that pool is covered with a layer of gold, and at the same time, it complements the lotus. This scene can really be constructed into a lotus painting. Hold a hand and sprinkle water in the center of the lotus, falling slowly with the veins, and the leaves are not contaminated with the slightest coolness. There was another breeze in the south, which broke the lotus and leaves, but as soon as the wind stopped, the lotus stood upright in the pool again. The lotus leaf stands alone, and the lotus snuggles up to it and gradually falls asleep. This scene suddenly reminds people of Zhou Dunyi's Love Lotus. How can one not love lotus flowers?
There are many stars in the evening. Although the insects in the grass have been covered by the dead bodies of the night, they still make noise. Every night, the sky is full of stars. People can't help feeling the poetry brought by all creatures.
Everything has cracks, that's where the light comes in. Everything lives up to the warmth and makes life full of poetry.
Poetic composition in life 8 "The night is colder and the flowers fall in first frost." Will there be such a poetic time in our life?
The setting sun has dissipated its last color. Under the dazzling light, I am pitching the sea of books and "brushing" the homework that seems to be endless. Sometimes my heart is bumpy and sometimes I am tired. Suddenly, I remembered Li Bai's poem: "Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair tomorrow and get on a fishing boat." This artistic conception makes me sigh when I have this bohemian and poetic time in my life.
Quietly, a cluster of new green caught my eyes, only to know that it was mint, which was given to me by my friend. It has been here for a long time and has been taken care of carefully, but it has not moved for a long time, but I didn't expect it to grow quietly. I think it looks like me sometimes. Absorbing water day and night, I always want to break through the ground and open up a new world of my own. If you think about it, you won't be so lonely
Mint is no better than other flowers. When other flowers are competing to open up and compete for beauty, they don't fight for it, quietly guarding their own fragrance, while when other flowers feel that the flowers are falling and dying, they don't make any noise, quietly sprout buds, break through the ground and secretly spray incense. In a corner of the room, it interprets its poetic life and fills the surrounding with poetry.
I always like to sit in a sunny place, make a cup of lemon tea and decorate with a piece of mint. Goose yellow meets new green, which will make people feel bright. Take a sip, the fragrance between lips and teeth, the fragrance of nose tip, and reach your heart directly. The orange of the sun shines into the curtains, even smearing poetry in the lazy and quiet environment.
Now that I think about it, even without Li Bai's chic mood, life is poetic. Because of mint, I can always find poetic steps in its strong aroma.
The years are quiet and poetic.
As summer approaches, people can't help feeling bored, especially the high temperature.
However, no matter how hot it is, I can't stop the idea of going out to play. Draw three or five friends and buy a cold and delicious milk tea or ice cream, which is very comfortable. Talking and laughing with friends in the beautiful scenery is not poetry in life, too? Unconsciously, he has walked to the lawn and sat on the floor. Sanitation workers are cleaning the garbage on the road in front of the lawn. He looks a little old, with dark skin and a full face of sweat, and the traces of time are like rain. It's really difficult to clean in the sun on such a hot day! I shook my head secretly. I only decided not to litter in the future, but I didn't intend to help him. I still drink refreshing milk tea with relish.
Suddenly a voice came from the milk tea shop: "Hello, I want a cup of original milk tea with ice!" " "I looked inside. I am a brother in his early twenties, holding the milk tea handed by the clerk in his hand, and walking towards the sanitation worker. He smiled and said, "Grandpa, have a cup of milk tea." Grandpa smiled a simple and honest smile and said cheerfully, "thank you, young man." Grandpa doesn't drink, you drink. " "How hard you clean every day! This is what I should do. " Big brother said, stuffed the milk tea into grandpa's hand and turned away, leaving us with a tall and straight back. I froze, thinking back to the previous scene in my mind, and then remembering my indifference before. What a pity to find cracks in the ground! I quickly got up, regardless of my friends around me, bought a bottle of water and stuffed it into my grandfather's hand. I turned around and pulled my friends in, smiling comfortably. Now that I think about it, I can't help but blurt out: "What did you do ..." Isn't that the poetry in life?
Poetic composition in life 10 Life is not poetry, but there are poems in life. Like gold on the beach, pearls in the sea, scattered everywhere. Find out that little poem and experience it, and life will be poetic and meaningful. The ordinary material world is full of poetry, spirit and spiritual touch.
A wisp of cloud on the horizon and a grass on the ground touched your eyes and kept your hurried steps, so a warm current gushed out of your heart ... a street lamp and a cup of hot tea on the table stirred your thoughts and awakened your feeling of being forgotten. Then, in front of your eyes, there was a moonlight ... the things in your heart melted, one drop, two drops ... like the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, it fell into the earth, and like the spring tea in the Qingming Festival, it was soaked in the clean stream and spread out, and the faint fragrance flowed into your body and penetrated into your heart. In this way, I feel that poetry has entered the sunshine and your world, and life is more poetic.
With a poetic life, it seems that from chaos to clarity, from enrichment to emptiness. Every truth, goodness and beauty in life will be discovered and collected by you. With a poetic life, my ears are sharper, my eyes are clearer and my feelings are sharper. On the branches shivering in the cold winter, you can see Chunhua gestating, you can hear the laughter of flowers, a bowl of water, you can taste all kinds of life, a touch of blue sky, you can see the rainbow of red, orange, yellow, green and purple. With a poetic life, you will be willing to bend down and listen to the moans of small trees and the conversations of birds.
Poetry in life is the flowers scattered by fairies to the world, and only those who make up their minds can get it. Poetry is born of meaning, and poetry is the lamp in everyone's heart.
Poetry in life has changed my feelings about life. Only by living in poetry can we feel the richness of life.