Poetic Composition in Life Part 1
Life is not just about living in front of you, it also includes poetry and distance. I don’t know when, this sentence appeared in my ears frequently. No matter how depressed or sad, I know that there will always be a trace of poetry in life.
The first time I heard the sound of the piano, its flowing melody made me intoxicated for a long time. I walked through forests and rivers in music to find my own poetry. Whenever I hear moon music, I always think of "algae crossing the water". Whenever I hear Adelina's voice by the water, I always think "I haven't seen her in a long time, but even longer since we broke up". Whenever I hear Swan Lake, I always think of "come and go without knowing it". Listening to music is a very pleasant thing for me. When I'm tired, playing my favorite piano music often relieves my fatigue.
The spotlight shines on me, and I stand in the center of the stage: alone and a piano, quietly showing the charm of music. I think of "Guangling San" played by Ji Kang. 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 piano and cheers. At this moment, my eyes are no longer a single keyboard, but an ocean of music. Every note turns into a fish, playing happily in the sea. This scene is familiar.
Also in such a hall, the spotlight illuminates the entire stage. I was only four years old and had studied music for less than a year. I look forward to the long awaited arrival of Lang Lang. With warm applause, the melodious piano sound spread under his fingers. When I was very young, I was fascinated by it, and the clear notes blended into my blood like water drops, flowing through every corner of my body. I slowly closed my eyes, leaned back on the chair, and couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.
At that moment, he seemed not to be the talented pianist Lang Lang we are familiar with, but the king of the music industry. I recognized Lang Lang's ambition and his love for music. Therefore, when ancient people fought wars, the harp may also be a weapon. I saw his hands playing faster and faster, and the jumping notes jumped out one after another, which was sonorous and powerful, making people feel excited. This concert gave me a strong shock, like a poem nourishing my life.
At this moment, my figure seems to overlap with that of Lang Lang back then. 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 amidst the applause of the audience.
In a monotonous life, don’t give up the pursuit of poetry. Our lives are more exciting because of poetry. Poetic Composition in Life Part 2
The gentle breeze blows slowly, the waves are calm, and when you are boating on the river, your heart is extremely peaceful, full of poetry, and filled with indifference. This is Su Dongpo's poetic life. Read Su Zi's poems and understand the way to be a human being: People should live poetically.
Living poetically can help us heal the wounds of the past and repair the damage to our souls. In a person's life, he has to experience many hardships, big and small, and no one can live a smooth life. When we experience suffering, it also leaves us with spiritual wounds. These wounds will make us feel pain now and even in the future. Living poetically can allow us to repair the wounds of our souls. Just like Sun Shaoping in "The Ordinary World", his life has experienced great changes and hardships again and again, but he has never surrendered to life, just because he lives in this world poetically. Even if you are stuck in the mud, you still look up at the stars. Living poetically healed his mental wounds and allowed him to continue to walk on his own path in a difficult life. Therefore, living poetically can heal a person's mental and spiritual wounds.
Living poetically allows us to live freely and live the way we want. Some people say: "If you stay in a cage for a long time, it is difficult to regain your natural state." As we age, the longer we live, the more shackles we have and the less freedom we have. But living poetically can remove our shackles and bring us spiritual freedom. Because it can change our attitude towards life. If we can live poetically, then work becomes a responsibility and life becomes enjoyment. Living is not just for living, but because "the world is so big and I want to see it." Such an attitude towards life can remove the shackles on our bodies and bring us spiritual freedom.
Living poetically allows us to become an independent self in the ordinary and even painful life by chanting "The bamboo stick is better than the horse with diligence and effort, who is afraid? Let the misty rain live for the rest of your life".
Living poetically can bring us a better future and pursue poetry and distance. Gao Xiaosong once said in an interview: "Life is not just about the present, but also poetry and distance." But as everyone knows, living poetically brings distance. Recently, the third Chinese Poetry Competition came to an end. "Takeaway boy" Lei Haiwei made it all the way, defeating a master's degree from Peking University and winning the championship. If this "delivery boy" had not had a love for poetry in the past, but was just like everyone else, delivering food day after day, then he would never have achieved what he has achieved now. A poetic life brings him to the distance, and also brings him the joy and happiness of success. A poetic life is like a pair of wings, allowing us to fly to success, bringing us to the distance, and moving towards a beautiful future.
To sum up, living poetically can allow us to appreciate the creations of yesterday and not be tormented by the pain of the past; gain the freedom of today and live happily; welcome the glory of tomorrow and go far away.
Feeling this, I want to shout loudly to everyone: people should live poetically. Poetic Composition in Life Chapter 3
To live poetically, you can "take a leisurely look at the beautiful mountains and watch the blue clouds at night"; to live poetically, you can "quietly appreciate the cool breeze of the ancient moon-stored pine trees." Life One life, one autumn, one grass and one autumn, exist for hundreds of years. The road of life can only be walked with clarity and calmness, and live poetically, so that it can find its true value.
In this complicated world, it is always difficult for people to express their original thoughts. The turbulent world, the confusing world, and people's worries about worldly affairs have clouded their happy hearts. Only when they stumbled on the ladder of success can they remember the "poetry" and calmness mentioned by the sages.
Live poetically, and the troubles of the world will no longer exist
Rabindranath Tagore said that the mark of death imprints the true nature of life on the coin of life, allowing it to purchase those truly valuable things. . Only by living poetically can we look at the world of conflicts with clarity and indifference, and let the troubles cease.
After thousands of boats have passed, there is a vast ocean. Caishiji is alone in counting the reflections. The waves are like a cup of boiled wine. With one drink, Li Bai became drunk with a chronicle of the Tang Dynasty. Li Bai, who was fighting at the end of the world, chose to live a poetic life, so he left in history the free and easy figure of Qinglian, a green donkey and a green shirt, which allowed Li Bai to find the true happiness of life.
Living poetically reveals the value of life
Kant said that only the moral law in his heart and the starry sky above his head awe him. Only when we choose to live poetically can we explore To the first awe of life.
Crossing the fluttering butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou, transcending the dangerous fortress of Han Valley where Laozi rode a green ox, stepping on the everlasting east-flowing water at the feet of Confucius, living poetically, looking back suddenly, life smiles. Du Fu, who wrote thousands of books, chose a poetic life, thus adding a poetic sage to history. Even if it is the misery of "the fluttering is like a sand gull in the sky and the earth"; even if it is the desolation of "the old and sick have a lonely boat" and "the stream flows by the stream of tears": even if it is the sadness of "rolling up the triple thatch on my house" and "the tall one hangs his head and grows taller" Shaoling did not change his ambition, and restored the historical truth and people's livelihood sufferings with a huge pen as large as a rafter. A small boat and a quilt allowed Du Fu to discover the value and meaning of life.
The real world is in a mess, with materialistic desires running rampant and all blood and sweat shed; colored lights flicker, destroying peace. The elegance of singing the plain harp is no longer there, the ancient charm of enjoying the moon with the piccolo is hard to retain, and it is hard to find peace of mind in the material civilization created by modern people.
Live poetically, wipe away the dust of the world, and quiet the chaos of the world. Let us live poetically with a smile with our hands clasped together, and find the beauty hidden deep in the colorful stars. Poetry composition in life Part 4
Poetry is the beautiful scenery on the road of our life, but many times, we only focus on moving forward and forget to appreciate the scenery.
The beginning of winter is the beginning of winter, and snow almost never appears. Those children who have never seen snow are waiting silently for their favorite snow. "What does the white snow look like? It's not like catkins blowing up in the wind." This is the snow in Xie Daoyun's eyes. "The white snow dislikes the late spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden." This is the snow in Han Yu's eyes. The children all want to see how beautiful the snow is.
Looking forward, looking forward, the heavy snow finally came, and the sky and the earth became one color.
"Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom on thousands of trees." Snowflakes come in various shapes and poses, which is exactly what the saying says: No two snowflakes are exactly the same in the world.
When the children saw the snow, they ran out of the house excitedly and stared blankly at the sky, staring blankly at the snowflakes falling from the sky. They smiled dreamily. They happily played snowball fights, made snowmen, and ran in the snow to their heart's content... But beauty is always short-lived. Soon, the snow stopped, and what was left was like "birds flying across thousands of mountains, and people disappearing across thousands of paths." Chill.
Grass and trees are withering, stinging insects are hibernating, and everything on earth tends to come to rest. Only the pines and cypresses still stood there, motionless and peaceful as mountains. The ancients said: "The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright." Isn't the pines and cypresses in front of us as tough as they were thousands of years ago? Isn’t this kind of proud spirit worthy of our admiration and appreciation? When spring returns to the earth, everything revives, the ice and snow melt, and the pines and cypresses are reborn. Plum blossoms accompany pines and cypresses through the most difficult period. "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it is not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance." Wang Anshi greatly appreciated the plum blossoms. Not only him, many literati and poets have left poems praising plum blossoms, admiring that they are "different from peaches and plums mixed with fragrant dust"... Although plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold and bloom in the cold winter, they will wither sooner or later like roses and jasmine. Compared to pines and cypresses, isn’t this just a flash in the pan?
Winter is poetic, and similarly, the poetry of spring, summer, and autumn is everywhere. They are like gold and gems, scattered and hidden everywhere, and we need to discover them with a pair of child-like eyes.
"It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with a riot of purple and red" is the poetic meaning of spring when everything on the earth takes on a new look.
"The summer is long under the shade of green trees, and the reflection of the tower into the pond" is the poetic meaning of the shadow of trees and water in summer, and the scorching sun scorching the heart.
"The howling autumn wind in August rolls up the triple thatch on my house" is the poetry of autumn's dim, sad, lonely and lonely nature.
Only by living in poetry can the value of life be better demonstrated. Poetry Composition in Life Part 5
Life is full of language, and life is full of poetry. Eyes are the window to poetry. Looking out the window through the small window, the drizzle is like feathers falling. Everyone can't help but sigh: Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty; your ears are the channel to listen to poetry. , after watching the Huangguo Waterfall, who can not sing a sentence: Where the water and clouds are born, the dragon is tumbling, and the thunder and drums are noisy, shaking the world; writing poems with pens in both hands records life and beauty.
The sky is filled with afterglow, and the setting sun always melts gold. The setting sun, covered by quilt-like clouds, slowly fell below the horizon. Before that, the sky was like a silk handkerchief woven by fairies, purple with red inside, red with yellow inside, gorgeous, yet ordinary. The birds that want to return home from a distance spread their wings, fly through the bright red sunset, and fly over the sea. The mountains in the distance lie on the coast, like the undulating backbone of a sleeping beast. Under the reflection of the setting sun, it creates a tranquility that "the mountain atmosphere is beautiful day and night, and the birds return to each other." On the sea, fishing boats drifted leisurely, and the breeze blew the white sails, which was a bit like Monet's "Sunset on the Coast".
When you are in the mountains, you can hear the chirping of birds from time to time. Giant white birches stand in the mountains. The glimmer of the sun envelopes your whole body, and you can't help but feel warm. Life becomes more energetic here, and from time to time the busy figures of small animals appear in front of you. "The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is more secluded." The buzzing of summer cicadas and the songs of forest birds are wonderfully integrated, and it seems that it is not an exaggeration to call it "the sound of nature". This is probably a fairyland on earth, right?
Standing on the mountain and looking down from the bird's eye, I finally realized the happiness of "only being covered by the floating clouds, and being at the highest level". At this time, I felt like I was between heaven and earth, and the mountains under my feet were much smaller. I was far away from it. The sky is a little closer, you can reach out and touch it. The clouds and mist shrouded my vision. I could vaguely see the climbers on the top nodding and looking down like me.
Chinese is like rain, nourishing the grass; she is light, guiding us in the direction ahead. Language is everywhere in life, and poetry is everywhere in life. Since ancient times, poetry has been people's emotion about daily life. It is ordinary and yet ordinary. After thousands of years of cultivation, poetry has long become a treasure and a source of pride. Poetic Composition in Life Part 6
Golden sunshine and golden orchids weave into her world, and she has a poetic life.
Walking in the deep alley, I smelled a light fragrance, which was refreshing. It was the fragrance of orchids. I looked up and saw that the flowers on the balcony were nothing but clivia. It’s my grandma’s home, a poetic home.
Standing at the door is an honest old man. She always wears shiny and smooth hair. When she smiles, the "ridges" on her face are revealed, making people feel kind and approachable. . "My granddaughter is here!" She is always so enthusiastic and seems to have endless energy. She liked to rub her calloused hands back and forth on my face. I tried to avoid it, but I was deeply fascinated by the smell of her body. I threw myself into her arms, still loving her so much. "I miss you, grandma. Please stop rubbing me..." I turned to grandma coquettishly. She smiled happily, with indescribable tenderness in her eyes. Smelling waves of fresh and beautiful orchid fragrance, making people feel so relaxed and happy. I can't forget that smell for a long time. I deeply love the fragrance of orchids on my grandma's body and this comfortable life.
As the sun shone in, my grandma took me and led me to her balcony. The orchids on the balcony have green leaves and golden flowers, clustered in clusters, the flowers are as golden as moonlight, the clusters are like full moon, and the leaves are as green as a deep pool, elegant and beautiful, hence the name Clivia. Grandma carefully fiddled with these orchids, gently pulled out the weeds in the flower pots, and skillfully picked up a small shovel to loosen the soil. So softly and quietly, these orchids seemed like her children. This scene was frozen in In front of me, it is like an oil painting, with golden sunshine, golden orchids, and the old man with a stooped back but looking at the orchids so carefully. I love this poetic painting.
After finishing her work, she sat quietly on the edge of the balcony, looking at the orchids, but it didn’t seem like she was looking at the flowers. Her eyes were bright and dark, smiling as she looked into the distance. It's hard to figure out. I leaned gently on her shoulder, and she shook the cattail leaf fan gently, saying in her mouth: "What a beautiful flower, so beautiful, just like your grandpa..." I have never seen my grandpa. He died of illness and she was alone. He has been working hard to raise his five children. I think she is very lonely, but she is so persistent and longing for life in front of me. I learned from my parents that my grandfather was a soldier. When he was young, he went to Tianjin and met her. They fell in love at first sight. In the end, her grandfather took her to leave Tianjin and settle down here. I vaguely remember her once saying: "Grandpa likes Clivia very much. He is just like these Clivias, upright and honest, and elegant." They love these orchids and this kind of life even more. I think this is why she looks into the distance, so She likes these orchids, the reason why she cherishes these orchids so much, the orchids on the balcony, the story of the balcony, have warm memories, she misses her grandpa, and she is happy.
In autumn, these orchids bloom more brilliantly, and the petals bloom like fairies in beautiful costumes. There is a small wooden table and an old-fashioned radio on the balcony, which can both play songs and receive radio stations. Grandma likes it very much and often wipes it back and forth with a rag to remove dust. There are several tapes next to it, all of which are Peking operas. Her love for Peking Opera can best be described as obsession. She was lying on the couch, humming softly the Peking Opera songs that I didn't understand. She felt a little bored at first. Strange to say, now I slowly feel that Peking Opera is actually really good to listen to. The ups and downs of the sounds make me deeply feel the moving essence of Chinese culture. My parents told me that my grandma has never been back to Tianjin since she came here. I think this is also my grandma’s memory of her hometown. As the autumn gets darker, grandma turns this longing into orchids, and floats the fragrance far away, towards her hometown.
Orchid is like a gentleman, it lasts all year round, it lasts for many years, and its fragrance lasts forever. Look, she is sitting there again watching flowers, with a smile on her face, and the orchids are swaying in the autumn wind. Grandma loved the sunshine in that place, and she loved the orchids in that place even more, which left a lasting memory in her heart. That place has the flavor of life, and even more poetic life. Poetic Composition in Life Chapter 7
Everything has a heart and everything has a spirit. Their breath fills the north and south of the motherland, their beautiful shadows and curling figures linger in the world, and their pavilion and pavilion make life poetic.
In the square field in my hometown, spring grass sprouts every early spring, and life comes, but there is no youth in the new year. In early February, I was surprised to see the petite figure of the grass buds under the cover of the elm trees, looking graceful and graceful. I occasionally encountered flying birds and looked up to see white clouds. Looking from a distance, the white clouds descend quietly, as if they can be reached by reaching out. The breeze passes quietly, blowing the hearts of all creatures.
July has arrived, and when I go here alone, the green grass has disappeared, replaced by acres of golden color. Approaching the wheat field, the mature wheat ears are full and bulging. It looks like it is about to explode, like a salivating pearl. If you take an ear of wheat and rub it in your hands, it will be full of fragrance when you put it in your mouth. I still remember that at that time, "the silkworms were ripe and the mulberry trees were greener, and the orioles were singing, and the wheat was beginning to turn yellow." But now, "the south wind in April has turned barley yellow, and the jujube flowers have not yet fallen, and the tung leaves have grown." All the autumn scenery can be seen. Walking around, I feel like You can see a person sketching in a wheat field. Sure enough, the eternal and poetic spirit of all things resides temporarily in this land.
You can go back to the courtyard. Grandma's small pond of lotus flowers is no longer lonely and lonely. Instead, it has a spectacular scene of "the leaves are endlessly blue reaching the sky, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun." Under the melting sunshine, the water in the pool is full of golden color, and at the same time complements the lotus flowers. This scene can really be composed of a lotus painting. Hold a palm of water and sprinkle it into the center of the lotus. It will slowly fall along the veins of the leaves, and the leaves will not be stained with the slightest coolness. Another breeze came from the south, causing the lotus flowers and leaves to sway, but when the wind stopped, the lotus stood upright in the pond again. The lotus leaf stands alone, with the lotus leaning on it and gradually falling asleep. This scene suddenly reminds me of Zhou Dunyi's "On Love of the Lotus". How can people not love the lotus?
The stars are shining brightly at night, among the grass. Although the insects have been shrouded in the body of night, they still make a sound. The stars fall in the sky every night, and the earth is covered with stars. The chirping of insects makes people feel the poetry brought by all living things.
There are cracks in everything, and that’s where the light comes in. All creatures live up to their warmth and make life full of poetry. Poetic Composition in Life Chapter 8
"The night is getting cooler, and the flowers fall to the ground and turn into frost." Will there be such a poetic time in our lives?
The sunset is gone Its last touch of color was gone. Under the dazzling light, I leaned over the sea of ??books and "brushed" the homework that seemed to be endless. My heart was sometimes bumpy and sometimes tired. Suddenly, Li Bai's poem came to mind: "Life is unsatisfactory, and the Ming Dynasty will ruin the boat." Such an artistic conception made me wonder when I had such a bohemian and poetic time in my life.
Quietly, a cluster of new green caught my eyes. I glanced at it and realized that it was a mint plant. It was given to me by a friend. It has been placed here for a long time and I took very good care of it. It only took half a day. There was no movement, but I didn't expect it to grow silently. I guess it's like me sometimes. Absorbing water day and night, always thinking of breaking out of the ground and creating a new world of my own. When I think about it this way, I feel less lonely.
Mint is no different from other flowers. When other flowers are blooming and competing for beauty, mint does not compete with it, but quietly guards its own secret fragrance, while other flowers lament that their flowers have withered. , no noise, no fanfare, quietly sprouting buds, breaking out of the ground, secretly smelling fragrance. It performs its poetic life in a corner of the room, making the surroundings overflowing with poetry.
I always like to sit in a place bathed in the sun, make a cup of lemon tea, and add a piece of mint on it. The goose yellow and fresh green collide to create a brightening feeling, and I sip it gently. One sip, the fragrance between your lips and teeth and the tip of your nose will reach your heart. The orange-yellow color of the sun shines into the curtains, evenly adding wisps of poetry to the lazy and quiet environment.
Thinking about it now, even without Li Bai’s free and easy state of mind, his days would still be poetic. Because of mint, I can always find poetic steps in its dense fragrance.
The years are quiet and poetic. Poetic Composition in Life Part 9
As summer approaches, people can’t help but feel depressed, and the high temperature makes people even more upset.
However, no matter how hot the weather is, it can’t stop me from going out to play. It’s extremely comfortable to grab three or five friends and buy some cold and delicious milk tea or ice cream. Isn’t talking and laughing with friends under beautiful scenery also the poetry of life? Unknowingly, he had walked to the lawn and sat on the ground. A sanitation worker was cleaning garbage on the road in front of the lawn. He looked a little older, with dark skin and sweat covering his face covered with traces of time like rain. It’s such a hard day to have to do hygiene under the sun on such a hot day! I shook my head secretly, and just made up my mind not to litter anymore, but I didn't plan to do anything to help him. I still drank the refreshing milk tea with relish.
A voice suddenly came from the milk tea shop: "Hello, I want a cup of original milk tea with ice!" I followed the voice and saw that it was a brother in his early twenties, holding a cup of milk tea handed to him by the clerk in his hand. After passing the milk tea, he walked towards the sanitation worker and said with a smile: "Grandpa, let's have a cup of milk tea." Grandpa smiled honestly and said cheerfully: "Thank you, young man. Grandpa doesn't drink it, so you can drink it." "You clean the house every day. How hard it is! This is what I should do." The eldest brother said, stuffing the milk tea into Grandpa's hand, and turned away, leaving only a tall and straight figure behind us. I was stunned, thinking about the previous scene in my mind, and then thinking about my previous indifference. I was so ashamed that I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in! I stood up quickly, ignored my friends beside me, bought a bottle of water and stuffed it into my grandfather's hand, turned around and pulled my friend in, and smiled happily. Thinking about it now, I couldn't help but blurt out: "These things I did..." Isn't that the poetry of life? Poetic Composition in Life Part 10
Life is not poetry, but there is poetry in life. Like gold on the beach, pearls in the sea, scattered everywhere. Find that little bit of poetry and experience it, and life will have poetry and meaning. In the ordinary material world, with poetry, there is spirit, and there is spiritual touching.
A wisp of clouds in the sky and a blade of grass on the ground catch your eyes and keep your hurried footsteps, so a warm current surges out of your heart... A lamp on the street The street lamp and a cup of hot tea on the table stir up your thoughts and awaken your forgotten feelings. So, in front of your eyes, a piece of moonlight sprinkles... Something in your heart is melted, one drop, two drops... Like the drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River, falling into the earth, and like the spring tea during the Qingming Festival, in the pure stream It is relaxed through soaking, and the fragrance flows into the body, refreshing the heart and spleen. Just like this, poetry has entered the sunshine and entered your world, making life more poetic.
With poetic life, it seems to move from chaos to clarification, from fullness to emptiness. Every bit of truth, every bit of kindness, and every bit of beauty in life will be discovered by you, and will be kept in your heart like a treasure. With a poetic life, the ears are smarter, the eyes are clearer, and the feelings are sharper. With the trembling branches in the cold winter, you can see the blossoms of spring blooming. You can hear the laughter of blooming flowers. With a bowl of water, you can taste the various flavors of life. With a touch of blue sky, you can see red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. rainbow. With a poetic life, you are willing to lean down and listen to the moans of the trees and the conversations of the birds.
The poetry in life is like the flowers that fairies scatter to the world. Only those who are willing can get it. Poetry comes from the mind, and poetry is the light in everyone's heart.
The poetry in life has changed my feelings about life. Only by living in poetry can we feel the richness of life.