Grandpa seems to have been busy as long as I can remember. He went out with a hoe on his back to help his farmland and land; He grows vegetables and fruit trees in the garden; He tries his best to help others ... He is healthy, happy and comfortable. Grandma, who is feeding chickens at home, shouted two dogs and washed grandpa's clothes, while waiting for grandpa's unchanging "order" for many years: "Old woman, what are you doing? Make tea quickly! " Grandma put down her work and pretended to complain, "Come back to rest so soon." Then I made tea for grandpa seriously, sent it to grandpa, and chatted with him while drinking tea.
Grandma has been frugally and simply holding her and grandpa's home. Although her children have grown up and become married, she doesn't have to scrimp and save, but she still uses the most primitive firewood stove. She said that burning coal for cooking is too wasteful and gas is too expensive, so it is better to burn wood. So, in those weeds growing seasons, my sister and I followed grandpa's axe in Shan Ye, cut it down, tied it up, carried it home, arranged it, dried it, and bundles of firewood entered the woodshed. So, countless times, my sister and I can see grandma's red smiling face in grandma's kitchen hall. Especially in winter, grandpa makes a fire, grandma cooks, and my sister and I compete to snuggle up next to grandpa to keep warm. A string of laughter rose into the sky with the smoke, telling the warmth of winter.
I wonder if grandparents also have love, you know? Grandma once told me that she was introduced by grandpa. Maybe at first, there was nothing between them. However, under the tempering of time, in mutual dependence and trust, their feelings have surpassed love. On one occasion, grandpa suddenly fell ill, very ill, and grandma secretly shed tears behind her back. I comforted her that it was okay and grandpa would be fine. But she said something that almost made me cry. She said, "If the old man dies, I will go with him." From then on, grandma took care of grandpa. Only then did I know that there really is an eternal existence in this world.
I often watch my grandparents and my wife singing together, and feel that a truly poetic life should be like this. Poetry is in the most ordinary life.
When I was young, I worshipped scientists, who not only had a deep understanding of the myriad weather in the world, but also kept digging the ladder of human progress and development. A little worship of literary historians is like a giant pen, which creates a magnificent scene and builds a spiritual home for mankind.
I hope I am a generalist with both keen perceptual knowledge and rational thinking, and I will combine the wisdom of these two people. Thinking, growing and struggling to a certain extent, this kind of worship and admiration continued until I was seventeen or eighteen years old, and I tasted the taste of failure, and gradually understood the truth that "I am doing the opposite, and my skills are specialized", and I realized that my dream is really just a dream. There are not many such all-rounders in this world.
Looking at myself soberly, I completely stopped thanking Mr. Xie and fell in love with such a sentence in the classic of the South China: "Smart labor, smart anxiety, incompetence and nothing to ask for, swimming with a full stomach is like a boat without a rope." So, I positioned myself as an ordinary person and began to live my life peacefully.
I often miss my childhood dreams on quiet nights. Although I am ignorant, it is valuable. Life without dreams is always boring. Maybe I can't be any of these idols, but at least I have endless thirst for knowledge.
Sensitive heart, wandering in the Tang and Song poetry since childhood, in this way, gradually became the most beautiful scenery in life, often lingering in it, tireless. Let your susceptible heart wake up, hold the pen that can express your thoughts tightly, and build a small world, so as to enjoy it and realize life from it.
Love Tang poetry and Song poetry, just as young people love pop songs. Poetry and ancient prose in Tang and Song Dynasties are not only my pillow objects and companions in my journey, but also my spiritual comfort when I am lonely, and also my navigation marks in my confusion and hardship.
At the beginning of enlightenment, I read Wang Zhihuan, Meng Haoran and Bai Juyi, watched "The mountains cover the daytime, and the sea drains the golden river", and listened to "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, surrounded by birds singing". I felt that "I sneaked into the night with the wind and moistened things silently", and I knew "selling charcoal, chopping wood and burning charcoal in the mountains", but I didn't know the truth of life, which was realistic and romantic. Gradually, I understood Wang Changling, Wang Wei and Gao Shi's "There are dark snow mountains in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass". "You from the old country, tell me what happened there!" There is also "Huang Yun is a thousand miles away in the daytime, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession". I have read a little about life. Later, I fell in love with Li, Du, Su, Xin, Han, Liu, Ou, and even Du Mu, Li Shangyin, Li Yu, Yan Shu, Li Qingzhao, Zhou Bangyan, Liu Yong, Qin Guan, Lu You and Fan Zhongyan. At this time, I read poems and articles, boasting that I don't have much sigh and nostalgia when I look at mountains and waters. I read more about singing and enjoying.
Not only a favorite poet's poem, but also a little-known poet. That unknown poem aroused my local sympathy and thinking at that time, just like a favorite singer sang a song he didn't love, and he didn't accept it because of love. But there are two exceptions, Li Bai and Su Shi.
Because they are generous, open-minded, talented and have extraordinary taste in poetry, which makes me feel a different life. In Song Zu's world of great rivers and mountains, scenic spots and historical sites, and frontier idylls in Tang Zong, we can feel the years in peacetime and the sad songs in troubled times, experience his life's lament and deep friendship, witness his homesickness, bid farewell to the suffering of lovesickness, lament his relegation, exile, idleness and leisure, and have a good life wine with a long fragrance.
When I was relaxed and happy, I chanted "Xinfeng Sake Fight 1000, Xianyang Ranger how many years. When you are loyal, you will drink for the king. It is a high horse. "
Happy self-promise, such as "My heart is worried with the bright moon, and I will go with the wind until Yelangxi"; Tour the mountains and play with water and sing "full boat in autumn, ten miles of lake light". The wave god wants me to watch the sunset, set off the scales and exaggerate the heroic, such as "hanging thousands of miles, not seeing the famous mountains"; When optimistic, "laugh and watch the sky go out, is our generation Artemisia?" When I feel depressed and lonely, I will sigh "The road is as wide as the blue sky, but there is no way out before my eyes" and "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and don't point his golden cup at the moon!" And don't forget to use "I was born useful, spin a thousand silver, come back!" One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise the muddy sails and build a bridge on the deep sea. Loneliness with friends is slow and reluctant. I wait day after day until now I have to leave.
Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye. The lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and the people who handle affairs are not our own kind.
You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden. "; I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. "; Sigh personnel "prosperous things scattered incense dust, running water ruthless grass since spring." "
The birds groaned, and night came with the sound of the east wind; Falling flowers are as beautiful as green beads falling from upstairs. "; Old friends meet "for ten years, everything is like ping, and the old man meets in tears." "
I'm old, and I don't know if I'm interested in flowers. "; Farewell to Friends has always been difficult. What is the bridge of love? "
From then on, it was renamed "Folding Willow", which made him hate every article. "; Don't forget to push yourself when you encounter setbacks. "The feeling of wind and cloud will start to kill people and fish, and adults will be safe! ""why don't you sing and go if you don't listen to the leaves in the forest? "
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. "Friends who hurt their feelings are often worried." Ten years of life and death is incredible and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. ""I'll keep my eyes open, it's a lifelong worry in your brow. "
When the pen is gone, the brush is a little bit, and the troubles gradually fade away. When I was in trouble, I looked for a bosom friend in my poems and songs. "I am familiar with current affairs and willing to be poor."
I'd rather be an idle guest in the universe than a thief. The purpose of poetry has not forgotten to save things, and the value of the world is not true.
All my life, my heart is speechless and my hair is white. "Insist, insist on your likes and dislikes, and maintain the truth of being a man.
After nearly forty years of life, I have traveled to great rivers and mountains, visited places of interest, saw beautiful flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables, birds, animals, fish and insects, felt a sense of festival and customs, and lamented the rainy, snowy, romantic, spring, summer, autumn and winter; Memories of the past, homesickness, homesickness, difficult ambition ... all kinds of life experiences are permeated in Tang and Song poetry. Reciting and writing these ancient poems, expressing feelings and learning Chinese characters will not delay, resolve the depression in the heart, calm down the pain and frustration, and get a happy and relaxed path.
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3. Composition: Write an article on the topic of "living poetically". If you have two loaves of bread, you should exchange one for a daffodil.
-Plato
Living poetically, perhaps we should be as carefree as Tao Qian's "Southward Wilderness Returning to the Garden" and "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely".
Living poetically, perhaps it should be like Li Bai's "Laughing at the sky and going out, are we Artemisia people?"
Living poetically, maybe you should be like Yi 'an layman "Know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Should be as gentle and simple as green, fat, red and thin.
However, in the rapidly changing modern society, it is impossible for us to live in seclusion in the mountains like Tao Qian, to act spontaneously like Li Bai, and even less to complain about others all day and worry about the red flowers and green leaves like Yi 'an. Does poetic life only favor the ancients and exclude busy modern people?
The answer isno. We can't live in seclusion. Who says we can't open up a spiritual garden in our hearts? Incompetence, can't you indulge your emotions in time? Don't be sentimental, can't you talk?
Get up in the morning, have a cup of tea, and hold a book "Return to Xi", so that the leisurely mountain breeze thousands of years ago, accompanied by their own spirit, can be released into their quiet and warm spiritual pastoral, so that their hearts can precipitate and precipitate, and a quiet world can be harvested in the agitation of modern cities. Isn't this a poetic life?
After winning the football match, you ran in the stadium in the rain, letting sweat, rain and even excited tears run down your cheeks and wet your clothes. Someone doesn't understand your behavior and asks why you are so happy to win a small ball game. But I said, you live a poetic life. A small victory is enough to cheer us up, and a small success is enough to make us enjoy it. Don't suppress your emotions, let them be free and unrestrained!
There are smooth things in my heart, but there is no audience around me. At this time, if you lock these things in your heart, it will only increase your troubles. It is better to choose a modern way to live poetically! Writing down your troubles on a blog is like telling your troubles to flowers and plants. Flowers and plants can't talk, but these "flowers and plants" can help you solve problems and make your unhappiness disappear faster. Isn't this a good choice?
In fact, living poetically means taking care of our spiritual world. Philosophers say well, when the material is rich, never mistreat your own spirit. Only in this way can we live poetically like the ancients in the modern city of reinforced concrete.
4. Poetic Life Composition Wang Xiaobo once said: "It is not enough for a person to have this life, he should also have a poetic world."
Indeed, if there is only a monotonous life in this life, it will make people feel bored. If there is more poetic life, it will make people feel dependent, exciting and colorful. Recently, a poetess is particularly popular on the Internet. She is from Yu Xiuhua in the countryside.
Living in the country and unable to move, she has enough time to live the life she likes. She once asked, "for some people, it is nothing more than painting cakes to satisfy their hunger, a kind of empty spiritual sustenance." Living such a life all the time makes me have deeper doubts: why is a person alive?
Scribbled life withers and dies like grass, and no one else knows it, so why live? Under this most direct questioning, it can be said that people should be happy when they are alive.
But why be happy? You don't know, you can't say it. Now, she has found her own answer: "mow the grass every day, feed the rabbits, and grieve for the death of a rabbit."
This is a living farmer. In rural areas, people are also far apart, and there is almost no other entertainment except playing mahjong. This is not depravity, but real pity.
I don't know if I can play mahjong. I must be one of them, but I know I will be tired. For so many years, I'm tired of almost everything except poetry. Writing poetry is her greatest happiness, which gives her a poetic life she loves.
Of course, a poetic life doesn't have to write poetry. There are various forms of expression, such as raising flowers, walking dogs, mowing grass, humming songs and enjoying beautiful scenery. These are leisurely poetic lives. Many times, it's not that we live too boring, but that we don't want to live poetically, so that the pressure of life can be alleviated. We just have to keep everything in our hearts to be serious.
Pursuing a poetic life is everyone's right, and we can all have it. It is not depravity, but the pursuit of a higher realm, which will test your cultivation, sharpen your mind and make your life more and more exciting. I believe there will be more Yu Xiuhua.
5. Write an 800-word composition entitled "Living Poetically" and live poetically. When these two simple words were chewed in my mouth, I seemed to smell the fragrance of grass mixed with soil. Poetry, these two simple words flow in my pen, and I seem to be listening to the singing of jubilant streams in the mountains, melodious and smooth. To feel and analyze poetry, one should live poetically.
The water is blue, and so is the sky. In the shadow of the sunset, it is an unyielding soul forever. The old man Baishi studied the art of painting all his life and painted the originally docile white horse so vividly. This is only because he has been living poetically.
Take plum as his wife, crane as his son, live leisurely in the mountains, and constantly draw the line of harmony between man and nature. He enjoys everything that nature has brought him, and is in the artistic conception of "one branch and one leaf always care about love". This is only because he keeps a poetic heart and a poetic life.
Shen Congwen was trapped in the "cowshed", but wrote in a letter to his nephew: "It's good that the lotus is here. If you come to see them. . "Such a miserable and humiliating life is so beautiful and desirable in his eyes. This is only because he has been living poetically.
Poetic life has created the amazing painting skills of the old man Baishi, almost "turning virtual into reality"; Fulfill Lin Hejing's dissolute life; It gives Shen Congwen a life attitude that he is not decadent because of humiliating life, but calmly faces it. These undoubtedly tell us that people should live poetically.
Let's live poetically! Let's follow Thoreau's footsteps into the cabin of Walden Lake and feel the thin water mist floating on the lake in the morning, which is also true and illusory; In the summer afternoon, listen to the cicada singing like gold jade and tell the story of ancient wandering; In the evening when the sun sets, looking at the sun, he hides in the distant indigo bit by bit, and everything sounds.
Come on! Let's stand up straight, walk through the sunflower field and chase the Tuscan sun! Or, let's savor a cup of fragrant tea, sing a poem, listen to some erhu and enjoy a quiet and poetic life.
Remember, when birds fly in the sky, flowers bloom on the earth, and when people smile on their faces, poetry begins to flow in our lives. People should live poetically.
6. Writing a composition night with the poetic theme of life gives people a feeling of why they are lonely; Night gives a lonely heart; Night gives people a quiet enjoyment.
Night gives people a feeling of loneliness; Night gives a lonely heart; Night gives people a quiet enjoyment.
It rained at night, all colors faded, and all colorful words lost their effectiveness. It always gives people a feeling that space is very tight, and no feat can be unfolded. Listening to the rain outside the window at night, I stopped to write a poem.
It rains at night, and it's cold and cold, which always makes people feel infinite melancholy. Everything outside the window seems to be a dream, which makes people so focused and far away ... Some people like to sit by the window, soak a cup of green tea, feel the smoke filled with tea fragrance and listen to the crisp rain outside the window. The fog on the glass window, hazy, can vaguely see the scenery outside the window, gray, dark, but so vague. I always like to scratch the fog on the window with my fingers. Through it, the crystal beads of rain outside gradually become real ... which is exactly what I like to do. Sometimes, when the rain at night makes everything around you very quiet, there is no need to be fascinated by it and stay in a daze quietly.
Rain at night, when it comes to beauty, there is no beauty, just the kind of "sentimentality" that fascinates it. The thought of muddy roads, falling petals and wet travelers in rainy nights suddenly disappeared. However, it also gives a kind of courage. This is the courage of travelers who dare to walk in the rain at night. It reminds people of how the former travelers Xu Xiake, Zheng He and Jian Zhen had such courage. Rapids and steep beaches, high mountains and mountains ... it makes people feel chilling just to think about them, but they have the courage and strong will to spend the difficulties we imagined. By contrast, it's a pity. The author often stays in hotels or country houses on rainy nights and plans his trip tomorrow. He is also uneasy about this kind of behavior. Insomnia for such people who think they are worthless. The next day, the sky was clear in Wan Li, and I seemed to forget all my worries. I enjoy the scenery outside, breathe the fresh air and feel carefree. But it left a shadow of last night, adding a trace of melancholy. If I were you, I might laugh at my "almost". After all, I think everyone has his own personality, likes a stable "home", likes to enjoy the rain through the window, and likes to wait for tomorrow's sunny day and then set foot on his own road. Wouldn't that be better? Although I didn't have the courage, I lived my own unique personality. But I still don't think this is true.
Rain at night, in the journey of life, also plays an important role, and can also play its own charm. I agree with the author's words: Time and again, the rainy night douses the outstanding ambition, Ping Zeng caresses the manic mind, the rainy night stops the explosive struggle, and the rainy night smashes the dangerous plot. Of course, the rainy night also broke the grand plan, the brave March and the burning feelings. All this suddenly reminds me of how many times this kind of night rain has been encountered in history, and how many times the life journey of excellent people has been reversed. Let the winner become a loser, let the loser become a winner ... In fact, we can also regard rainy night as a turning point in life. We must cross it, climb it and complete the journey of our lives. It also depends on whether everyone has a strong heart. Because a fragile heart can't stand the wind and rain, it is difficult to accept unexpected situations. A fragile heart is like weak water, which can't stand the beating of strong winds and waves. It can only continue its usual smooth sailing style. For example, one night, there was a rainstorm, which was purely accidental. However, more or less chance also hides necessity, in other words, grand necessity is also full of chance. It depends on whether you spend it, even at night, even if it rains, it silently occupies a place in history.
Rain at night, maybe I don't quite understand the author's new experience and new thinking. My understanding is that there are too many things to do and things to come, and the lights, cars and trains in human life are so beautiful ... Although they overthrew the poverty and backwardness in ancient times and brought convenience to modern life, they lacked the former poetry. The natural environment has deteriorated. Looking around, there are many tall buildings and factories. With the flavor of the times, but without the beauty of nature, there is a lack of poetry. The more exquisite and civilized human life is, the less poetic it is. Therefore, no matter how modern people are, they are willing to relive the vitality that has lasted for thousands of years in the Travel Notes of Shushan again and again, and they are willing to taste the bitter night rain again and again, and then walk into the future through the mud. ...
7. Please write a short essay of about 700 words on the topic of "Poetic Life". The sun rises and sets every day, pedestrians rush by every day, and we are all struggling in a seemingly peaceful life.
If we live poetically, it seems to me that it is not Hemingway's romance when he looks up at Kilimanjaro's snow, nor Thoreau's loneliness when he lives alone by Walden Lake, but that in the complicated reality, we leave a pure land to plant our ideals, and then continue to struggle until we harvest a golden wheat field of life. This poetic life is exactly the three realms of life in Wang Guowei's "thorns on earth".
Ideal. It is the first level of realm: "A person in a tall building will see the end of the world."
It was the ideal that lit the spark, washed away the vast dust, and let us see the horizon at a glance and start the journey of pursuit. Tagore once said, "The paradise in my poems is the ideal in my heart."
It is the ideal in the heart that will strive to pursue a poetic paradise. To live poetically, we must first have an ideal, whether it is dim or brilliant, whether it is small or great. Without ideals, how can the flowers bloom brilliantly in spring, how can the stars twinkle in Yin Hui in summer, how can we set sail on the road of life, and how can we draw a poem for the blue sky? struggle
It is the second level of realm: "I don't regret the widening of my belt, and I am haggard for Iraq." In "Wu Fengqi", Liu Yong tells his thoughts about Iraqis and his poetic life, waiting for him to struggle to realize his ideal.
In reality, living poetically means picking up the axe of struggle, chopping the ideal stone, rolling up a thousand waves, and competing with lofty sentiments. Yesterday, Qin Shihuang set the ideal of unifying the whole country. Every step was slow and steady, attacking Xiongnu in the north, recovering Hetao in the south and reverting to Xiang Jun. The pace of struggle never stopped, and finally he was able to wipe out the six countries and sweep the spectacular scene of the Central Plains.
Struggle makes the ideal shine, makes the road of life wider and wider, bears the unbearable weight of life, is chic and free, and is full of ambition, propping up a sunny day in life. Who can say that such a life is not poetic? ! Harvest.
It is the third level: "suddenly looking back, that person is under the dim light." When the source of struggle waters the ideal field, autumn is the harvest season.
This golden wheat field reflects a shining road of life. No matter how big or small this "wheat field" is, it doesn't matter whether the harvest is worth paying. As long as it is a harvest, it is already a result. If you succeed, you will get flowers and applause. If you fail, you will gain an experience, learn many lessons and start over.
As Ji Xianlin, a master of Chinese studies, once said, "A person's life is like writing a poem. Your success and failure are all poems, a little poetry. " Harvest is the harvest of ideal, the harvest of struggle and the harvest of poetic life.
Although our life is not like Li Bai's "Oh, let a spiritual person go to his favorite place to take risks and spin a thousand pieces of silver, they all come back!" " Ideal makes it bright, struggle makes it real, and harvest makes it have a golden poetic style. Break the lock of fate with persistence, let life live a poetic life, plant ideals and make unremitting efforts. I believe that there will be a harvest of "geese lead my heart to worry, mountains hold a good moon"! The famous teacher's comments on the poet's life may be poetic, but the poetic life cannot be limited to poets or poems; In addition to the artistic conception that gives people a sense of beauty, it also contains people's attitude towards life, quality of life and value orientation. Candidates have thoroughly grasped the connotation of the examination questions, and excavated their own unique thoughts from the three realms of Wang Guowei's "Words on Earth"-ideal, struggle and harvest.
Without superhuman wit, it is impossible to reach this level. The article breaks the traditional writing style of reasoning with a straight face, develops it with smart pen and ink full of prose charm, or quotes famous sayings and aphorisms, or flexibly uses poetic allusions. All ancient and modern materials are intended to be essays.
For example, statements such as "If there is no ideal, how can the flowers in spring bloom brilliantly" are full of rationality; Such as "such a life, who dares to say that it is not poetic" and other statements are magnificent. It reads like flowing water, which is amazing.
8. Poetic life 800 words Poetic life
Li Bai, a wandering pot, wandered around the world and was frustrated in his career. He finally chose to live by his sword and live poetically. "Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty!" Holding the bright moon, Li Bai got drunk before he had time to rest. This Millennium drunkenness has made Li Bai's generation of poets. Burning disappointment into leaves, Li Bai finally found the belonging of life in his poems. A green donkey, a blue shirt, a Sichuan road, and a mountain god lived poetically, leaving history with the footsteps of a violet layman, and letting Li Bai find the true nature of life.
Yes, how much life needs poetic old embellishment!
Especially in this materialistic era, people's spiritual home is gradually shrinking and almost barren. The flashing lights have burned out the calm and tired heart and can't find the way home. In fact, we might as well stop and let the soul of the coke oven have a rest at this moment. Poetry is never lacking in life. What we lack is the discovery of poetry and the feeling of beauty.
In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone on the earth, it broke the dark silence; The phoenix tree in front of the door has new leaves, and birds are singing and playing in the branches; The chirping passers-by children, a crisp "good morning", make you feel fresh all day. At dusk, there is a trace of noise left in the ancient road where the setting sun obliquely reflects; Pedestrians returning home and elongated shadows are full of poetry.
Learn to take time off from work, have fun in hardship and live poetically. Perhaps in a troubled city, looking up at the quiet night sky, lonely stars, humming nice songs. Perhaps to live poetically is to leave the desk for a while and enjoy the fragrance of the earth on the grass. Poetic life is "watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court and disperse with the clouds outside the house." To live poetically is to stay away from those unattainable extravagant hopes and get rid of them in peace and relaxation.
Poetry is simple, as simple as a little mood, a kind of sadness, as simple as a dog's tail grass swaying in the sun and as simple as a few bamboo poles swaying in the afterglow of the sunset, which can give you endless thoughts and a poem.
Poetry is a kind of warmth and romance, a kind of beautiful longing. Live poetically and practice our peaceful attitude and positive attitude towards life. Then, our life will always be full of poetry, relaxed and happy, and will always be with us. As long as you are good at living, you will find poetry in the morning light, feel poetry in the singing of birds in the forest and find poetry in the fluttering of maple leaves. ...
Live poetically, and life will be a little more sunny.
Live poetically, and a broken heart will never be empty again.
Live poetically, happiness will accompany us, and you will be surprised to find that life is so interesting.
Life is like poetry, and poetry writes about life. Let's live poetically!