"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Yes! Although the sword is sharp, who has experienced the tempering and forging he has experienced? Although plum blossoms are fragrant, who knows the cold and frost she spent? People only see the sharpness of the sword. Who thought about his experience? People only see the elegant beauty of plum blossom, and who can understand her suffering? All these show people their indomitable and indomitable achievements, which were achieved in hardships and winter.
Just like I didn't get satisfactory results in the exam. I was sad when I heard the score, but I thought more about hard work. Look at that aggressive score. Isn't that exercise? Isn't that bitter cold? Isn't this the frustration and difficulty I have to face? I don't think I should cry. I don't cry in the face of setbacks. I should open my heart, face the sea, and spring blossoms. Because this is not failure, but exercise, which is the auxiliary line for me to fly higher and run farther. This is a brand-new beginning, and it is the basis for me to move to the next step. But these exercises let me know that the meaning of success is to share joys and sorrows, and let me know how to struggle. Recalling the difficulties experienced again and again, isn't it the best teacher for our spiritual growth?
Therefore, we want to make swords, and our sharpness has been tempered again and again: we want to make plum blossoms, and our beauty has gone through winter after winter. Without hard work, cultivation and overcoming, how can we achieve success, victory and glory? As long as we move forward in the wind, everyone is a "sword" and everyone is an "unyielding plum blossom!"
2. A poem inspired me to write more than 500 words, "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"
Some people like "there is a way in the mountains, but there is no limit in the sea", thinking that this can stimulate the will; Some people like "Genius is 1% inspiration plus 99% sweat", and think it tells us: Diligence makes genius; But I have a special liking for the famous saying "Since God has given talents, let them be employed", which was written by the poet Li Bai.
I am not modest, but I am not proud. I admire the poet Li Bai very much. Li Bai, like a morning star, pointed out the direction in the canopy of my young mind. His famous words were my parents' school motto. Today, I inherited it, and it will definitely help me in my life journey.
"Since God has given talents, let them be employed!" It is a famous sentence in Li Bai's famous sentence "Into the Wine". Whenever I fall into a trough, it always gives me confidence Whenever I achieve something, it gives me confidence and encouragement. Every time I do something wrong and get criticized, it always reminds me of the future and gives me comfort. It occupies 80% of my 100% brain capacity.
Students always joke that I am an idiot, and I always say, "Since God has given talents, let them find jobs!"! ! One thing is successful. " Since God has given talents, let them be used! "These seven words, I will never say wrong. It is like a golden key, which helps me open the door to study. Inspire me to study hard. Because "useful" talents must have rich knowledge! Therefore, I not only learned a lot of knowledge, but also stimulated my interest in learning history. Now, my classmates affectionately call me a "historian".
Every time I mention Li Bai, I think of this sentence. It seems that Li Bai is saying to me, "My mission is to make you understand my truth and become a real person." Whenever I think of this sentence, I always think of Li Bai. He seems to be telling me, "I didn't say this for nothing. I didn't expect someone to be so obsessed. I hope you will continue to struggle and work hard for every goal. "
Since God has given talents, let them be used! !
There are 600 words in the essay about the revelation of a poem: "Tomorrow is tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.
Waiting for tomorrow, the past is a waste. "
Meditate on this song of tomorrow, and my thoughts are pulled back to that time. It was a Friday, and the math teacher said that there would be a math test next week. We should use Sunday to do a math test, and we should use Sunday to review and consolidate what we learned this week.
On Saturday, I finished my homework like I was rushing to finish it, ran out and finished it, thinking; Anyway, it's still early, and it's not too late to review tomorrow. Sunday.
I read comic books again, eating snacks with relish while reading them. I've put the censorship out of my mind.
On Monday, just after math class, I panicked. Oh, my God. What should we do?
I haven't reviewed yet. Students, our test today will be put off until tomorrow. If some students haven't reviewed well, they can use the self-study time at noon to review again.
The math teacher told me the arrangement of the exam on the platform. I can't help wiping the sweat from my forehead. I thought I could just review at noon. At noon, students are reading extracurricular books. I have been comforting myself that I learned well last week. I should be able to cope with this test. I just started doing it. It went well. There are a few things I can't do.
I was so anxious that my head was sweating, but I still didn't make it to the first quarter. But I think: there are only a few questions, so it should not matter! I was so shocked by the result after the exam that I almost failed! Looking at the horrible score, I was silent.
After that, I won't put things off until tomorrow. Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today. Don't make excuses for your mistakes.
4. Inspired by a poem in your life. The inspiration of a poem once remembered that a poem wrote, "I often thank God for the gift, the existence of life, the sunshine and the colorful life with a sincere heart." In the morning, cheerful birdsong woke me up from my sleep. I opened the window and looked at the blue sky, green grass and crystal dew. It was a clear and refreshing morning. I thank God for giving me another beautiful day. At night, the night sky is full of stars. I spread out my poems and described my life feelings with the pen of my mind. Moonlight reveals a gentle smile, and the warmth of night surrounds me. I am grateful for the peace given by the earth. " I thank life, friends and nature. Every day, I undertake everything in my life with a moving heart. It touched me a lot. When we returned to the classroom, Peng Hao first helped to put the chair across the door, and then opened the door. When I passed by, I said to him, "A classmate next to me immediately retorted," Why are you thanking him? He just wants to show himself. " I said, "No matter what he wants to do, because he has done a good thing for everyone, I will say thank you. "This little thing caused me to meditate. Students, learn to be grateful, learn to say thank you, learn to be grateful, thank your parents, thank them for giving you life; Thank your teacher for giving you knowledge; Thank your family for their love. I am grateful ... with a grateful heart. It's as simple as that, but it's enough to touch the world. It's as simple as that, but it touches the deepest chord. He asked us to look at the warm world with kind eyes, to feel the world with kind hearts, and to repay the world with grateful hearts. Learn to be grateful, know how to return, and know how to harvest. May everyone in the world have a grateful heart.
5. How to write a composition, the inspiration of a poem, and the inspiration of a poem to me.
"Night light even chicken, is a person reading a book. Black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late. " What a wonderful exhortation poem, written by Yan Zhenqing.
Are you savoring the vivid language of midnight lights and midnight cock crow? I can't help it. I'm still sleeping here with a warm quilt until my mother wakes me up. How to compare with the author Yan Zhenqing?
Since reading this poem, I feel extremely ashamed, so I began to get up early to read and recite ancient poems. I learned a lot from it, and some poems moved me to tears.
When winter comes, I still get up early to study and accumulate good words and sentences from time to time. I also read Yan Zhenqing's exhortation poems and write reading notes and compositions from time to time.
I really realized the profound meaning of "black hair doesn't know how to learn early, and I regret learning late", and I also deeply realized its enlightenment to people. I also understand why the author Yan Zhenqing became a famous poet.
However, a small exhortation poem contains the so-called great truth. Although we are not poets, we can write them. But did we write it? No, but we are always playing.
Yan Zhenqing, the author, reflected his hardships and feelings of getting up early to study in his poems.
Come on, read books together while you are young; Come on, use our time to read; Come on, let's fly our dream of reading in this sunshine!
If there is no reading, we will not be happy; If you don't study, you are not beautiful; Without reading, our life will become extremely tasteless; If you don't study ...
From reading this little poem to reading a touching book. Our progress is driven by books, and our dreams begin with books. Let's read books together. Books will make you progress, make you successful and make you understand the true meaning of life. Love reading!
6. I want to write a poem of 500 words.
I want to be the sun.
Write a poem with fire
Sing to Cai Xia;
I want to become a blue sky.
Bonhomme de Vent
Give it to the kite to jump;
I want to be a river.
Write a song with water flowers
Give it to the boat to sing;
I want to be a big tree.
Weave dreams with green leaves
Give it to the bird and let it go to the garden.
The girl in spring
Girls in spring,
Worry too much,
Like swaying green leaves,
Whispering in the breeze,
But afraid of being heard;
Girls in spring,
There are too many dreams,
Every sincere effort,
Eager to welcome,
Several successful cheers.
Inspiration does not come
When inspiration doesn't knock,
Like a bird with broken wings,
Despite Fan's struggle,
But I can no longer fly in the blue sky I yearn for;
When inspiration doesn't knock,
I have a pen in my mouth,
Staring at the snow-white paper,
My mind is also blank.
spring
Light rain spots,
Falling from the sky,
Moistened the earth,
Push away wild flowers;
A little mushroom,
With an umbrella,
Picking,
Fairy tales in spring. Someone's back
From Mr. Zhu Ziqing's pen,
He is very interested in his father's back,
It is such yearning and attachment;
People who don't face us,
Leave us a shadow,
Don't let us know the suffering we face,
Only see the illusion of the back.
7. A poem inspired you to write a composition. Poetry grew up with me, and Wang Juexi, a student of Juexian Middle School, is a beautiful word. I know it from "A ray of light at the foot of my bed"-"Poetry". The picture of reading "300 Tang Poems" on that moonlit night is still vivid ... When I was a child, I liked poetry, to be exact, I liked reciting poetry. Seeing the envious eyes of the children, I am full of gratitude to Li Bai, Du Fu and Wang Changling. Although I don't understand it, I love poetry-the pure pride of a child. Poetry once brought me honor. Starting from Tagore, you don't have to be so neat to realize that poets were not only born in the Tang Dynasty. The Gardener's Collection and the Crescent Moon Collection have deeply taught me. And his flying words, let me really learn to feel. I still remember that poem: "Where is there a persistence that exceeds the infatuation between the shore and the sea-embracing the sea with the same attitude?" I am deeply impressed by his exquisite design, and everyone's persistence and silence are deeply eternal. So I began to know Shakespeare, Schiller and Pushkin, and tried to read Ode to Joy and Captain. Growth ... Schiller's Ode to Joy can make Beethoven, who has been immersed in melancholy for a long time and sold his works at a low price for bread, move, absorb the warmth of the sun in the dark, and awaken the sleeping heart of Vienna with a song Ode to Joy. Shouldn't this be attributed to the charm of poetry? Because of growing up, poetry has brought me no longer pride and honor, but insight into everything and an increasingly rich heart. In fact, I don't know whether it was growth that made me understand poetry, or because of poetry that I grew up ... The charm of poetry taught me to appreciate, the artistic conception of poetry taught me to daydream, the meaning of poetry taught me to be profound, and the eternity of poetry taught me to care ... He just didn't teach me to create ... just because it was a piece in my heart. " Michelangelo's poems are even more puzzling because he worked under the yoke of the Pope all his life. However, they never give up poetry creation because of their love, because it is the release of the soul. A letter is sent to life, to your own hands. After discovering that poetry is also a kind of leisure art rather than a poet's privilege, I began to try to create and didn't mind criticism. In this process, I gained the most profound experience: "That is the note of the sky". True poetry is not snow, but the spirit of the sky. Therefore, it is no longer just a tiled page, a carrier of beauty, a random art, it is no longer abstract, because it is three-dimensional, colorful, still beautiful and mysterious. It turns out that life itself is an endless poem.