Nature affects my emotions
I am always so easily moved, because nature contains infinite vitality and affects my emotions all the time. Not just a star, a leaf, a drop of water is enough to stir up the inner lake and create ripples in circles. The sky is so deep and vast; the stars are so bright and dazzling; the gentle breeze and drizzle are so lingering and gentle.
Open the window and door, and you will be greeted by the unique warmth of the night. The lights of thousands of houses are bright, the stars on the road are twinkling, the moon has climbed up to the treetops, and the branches are weighed heavily. Silence fermented in the blue sky, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard from time to time. The breeze blew across my face, and the stars gave off a cool and faint light, appearing and disappearing. Every time I look at the stars, I can calm my anxious heart and make my mood suddenly brighter. When I am lonely, it is the stars that accompany me, and they illuminate the dead corners of my heart with their own brilliance; when I am pessimistic and disappointed, it is the stars that comfort and encourage me, blinking twinklingly to relieve my depression. mood. Star, your glance can always affect my feelings.
Walking on the tree-lined avenue is already late autumn. Walking on the path paved with a thick layer of fallen leaves, there was no sound or smell, and I felt extremely calm inside. The sunshine in the autumn afternoon casts mottled and fine shadows through the jagged branches. I can't help but look back on the days when I accidentally looked up and saw the green shade. I feel solemn because of the passing of such a person. The cycle of four seasons shows the passing of time, which can't help but affect my nostalgia for the past and the present, and the melancholy of the passing of time.
Picked up a withered yellow leaf and touched its uneven veins. It was like the forehead of a weather-beaten old man, which touched my heartstrings. I have been wandering in the rainy season of youth for a long time, after going through countless trials. Will I leave traces of varying depths in my heart like these fallen leaves?
The days are flowing like water, and I find that I am so easily moved by every plant and tree in nature. Thank you - nature has left a trace of my ordinary and trivial life. The accumulation of emotions.
That smile touched my emotions
It was a very shallow smile, so shallow that it was difficult to detect. But I could clearly read his concern from the soft corners of his mouth. Every time I stare at the friendly smile in the black frame, my long-lasting emotions are slowly affected...
My thoughts wander through my childhood memories. He always likes to laugh. He always likes to hug me and rub my face with his cheeks with "little thorns", which makes my face itchy and painful. I try my best to avoid it, but my desire is unexpected. Get up spontaneously. From time to time, he would use his big mouth full of cigarette smell to kiss me hard on the face, smile, and then let me sit on his broad and strong shoulders, play with his big ears, and take me to enjoy flying. Happy...
My thoughts drift to the sea in my hometown. Under the setting sun, he held my little hand with his big, warm hand, holding a small plastic bag on the other side. We talked and laughed all the way to the golden beach in the afterglow of the setting sun. Watching the ocean with him was a wonderful thing. He gently put my little hand into the cool sea water, waiting for the distant waves to rush towards us, and bloom into a cluster of white pearl flowers in my little hand. That was the first time I touched the sea. Seeing my happy face, he smiled lovingly at me, with a trace of imperceptible nostalgia at the corner of his mouth, but I was too young at the time to understand his nostalgia. He took me to catch crabs and collect shells on the beach, which made me feel like Alibaba, standing in front of a huge and magical treasure house, and he was the one who said that magical spell. We sat on the beach, in the salty sea breeze, and he told me stories about the sea such as Nezha making waves in the sea and the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. He opened a window for me to peek into folk literature in the hazy moment...
My last memory of him is that time watching the sea. Soon after, my parents took me away from my hometown. When I saw him again, he had become a black and white photo forever embedded in a black frame. The adults told me that he was sleeping for a long, long time. When I nodded in understanding, I couldn't understand the sadness in the corners of the adults' eyes. When I grew up, I realized that the person who loved me was gone and would never come back...
He was my grandfather.
Poetry touches my emotions
I pick up one of the brightest red leaves; I look at the most beautiful place with the setting sun; I hold a handful of the clearest spring water ; And in the vast sky of knowledge, I choose the most charming poems to bring me satisfaction, and let the poems affect my emotions and soar in the sky.
The poems moved my emotions to the heroic words of "The old man is still in bed, his ambition is thousands of miles; the martyr is in his old age, his ambition is endless." Cao Cao's majestic spirit made me appreciate the heroic spirit of a military strategist and that Great ambition full of confidence. Reading about his heroic ambitions, my heart was aroused and inspired.
The poems brought my emotions to the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The dark society and the intrigues of the officialdom made Tao Yuanming resolutely retreat to nature and pursue the leisure and contentment of "picking chrysanthemums under the coyotes in the east and leisurely seeing the southern mountains."
From his leisurelyness, I feel that the most authentic human temperament can only be obtained from nature, and the purest leisure in life can only be obtained by looking away from the world.
Poetry brings my emotions into a world full of romanticism. "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will rise directly across the sea." This kind of open-mindedness aroused in depression is unique to Li Bai, right? This kind of hopefulness for the future is brought about by Li Bai's romanticism, right? His open-mindedness and broad-mindedness not only make me admire him, but also allow me to use this as a benchmark to face the setbacks in life.
The poems brought my emotions to the melancholy under the moonlight. At night, while drinking sake and looking at the full moon, the sorrowful thoughts came to me like spring water, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that has never happened in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and be thousands of miles away from each other." It should be derived from that sadness, right? Literary giants like Su Shi interpreted and wished for the feelings of underappreciated talents and longing for brothers. Shouldn't we also abandon our worries and treat tomorrow with a blessing attitude?
Poetry is a clear spring in my heart. From then on, I wandered in the sky and clouds, listened to the sound of poetry, let the poetry affect my emotions, and found my happiness in the poetry.