Yearning for poetry and distant composition (1) Sometimes, once you step out, you don't know what to do. However, the rushing water can't grind away my edges and corners, and the misty sea keeps my yearning and my distance!
The memory left in my heart yesterday has not faded, and the sun has quietly risen over the hill. In this way, a belief swayed in the soft part of my heart, mixed with joy and sadness. If the distance is just a pool of stagnant water, then I will feel sorry for today's struggle; If the distance is full of stormy waves, then I think my small body can't stand its impact. I can't bear to take off the mysterious veil, but I'd rather ride my horse in the dark.
Struggle because of yearning. I don't want me to hate the way I am now, and I don't want the wind in my ear to laugh at my unworthiness. I'm not naive, but I still cry under the covers because I failed the exam. I will pinch myself to get rid of sleepiness in class, and it is not surprising that glistening papers are used to it. What about the season when roses bloom downstairs? I don't remember.
Even if the flowers wither, my heart will not wither, and it is difficult to hide my anxiety about the distance. The situation is changing. I can't grasp the next second, nor can I control the distance thousands of miles away. I'm afraid to step on the road and fall into the bottomless abyss. I'm afraid to take a wrong step and fall into the valley of dilemma. I'm also afraid that today's endless longing will come to nothing. I'm afraid that I think too well of myself and think too well of the distance. Inexplicably disappointed when pursuing, lost and regretted!
I always feel that there is still a long time to wait, but I missed the moment of hesitation and trance. The years are in a hurry and there is no pity. I know my heart, sadness and crying are never what I want. Even if catkins drift in the wind without direction, they are willing to cross Qian Shan and travel around the world with a vision.
I am so persistent and yearning, sometimes it is not that the scenery there is too beautiful, but that I just want to be worthy of the sweat I have shed. The mountains are boundless, heaven and earth blend together, and winter thunder bursts. I will never give up. Even if the other side of the mountain is not the sea, the road in the distance has no end.
I am a happy bird. Today, my mother looked at me affectionately and said to me, son, my mother has very important things to do, so I can't accompany you. There are beautiful grasslands and fresh and fat insects in the distance, and the distance is a paradise for your growth. Be brave, fly and fly far away! Kid! I looked at my mother's gray hair and wrinkled cheeks and replied firmly: hmm! Mom, don't worry, I've grown up! I flapped my wings and flew into the sky.
The sky was clear in Wan Li just now. Suddenly, there was a strong wind ahead and dark clouds surged. A gust of wind blew me straight back. What happened? My wings failed, hissed and broke, and grass clippings flew into my eyes. I closed my eyes and felt uncomfortable. My tears can't help flowing downwards, and the wind is whistling in my ear. I can't take it anymore. Go home? There is a breeze behind, not rain and dew. I can't retreat, I can only move on.
People on the ground never pay attention to me, yes, I must be myself. Just like I have no friends to go with, I must be bored, with dark yellow feathers and dark red blood on my wings. I am eager to break through all this, but unfortunately no one understands. Finally, I left my hometown to find a place that belongs to me.
Looking up at the sky, I have seen its most beautiful appearance, a blue sky. It doesn't dislike me, even if I am tainted, even if I am not liked by others, it accepts me and uses its broad mind. I'm glad we met.
The howling wind brought dark clouds, but it didn't take me away. The harder I try, but I won't give up. I am sleepy and tired. I stopped at a telephone pole to rest, and the heavy rain poured down, which made me curl up into a ball, and sometimes I looked up and caught a glimpse of a light. Back off, back off, live my leisurely life, enjoy myself, and lead a drunken life.
No, no, no, I long for the distance.
I continued to wave my wings and braved the wind and rain. Struggle, persist, even if my body shakes badly and deep red blood gurgles down the torn wound, will I die? Die, also want to die valuable!
finally
I met you, and I long for your light. I cheered, I spread my wings and hugged you. The ground is still wet, and the sun is getting more and more dazzling. The grass fell on the flower, but it looked up again. Looking back, dark clouds and thick clouds are rushing towards my comfort zone. How are you, my friends? Can you be safe without the baptism of wind and rain?
I combed my feathers carefully, and the sun shone on the newly grown feathers, so bright and beautiful. I was reborn. Don't worry, the reality is farther than the dream, and it is better to pay abundance than to care about the harvest. Your attitude towards the present will determine your future height.
Meeting is accidental, why can't it be inevitable? If you yearn for it, you will try to make every encounter a necessity of life and bear the quality of life!
Yearning for Poetry and Distant Composition (Chapter III) At the age of sixteen, I gradually became dissatisfied with my present life. The words written by the pen I used to be proud of became thinner and drier, and the rendered colors began to become monotonous and outdated. Time and time again, when I hit a wall in the word world, I began to question myself and ask myself. Is it because you are tired? There is still a seven-year itch between people. In the same place, they take root, sprout, grow and stop. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will turn into a boring overnight dish. The same breath of life day after day will make people's brains lazy. At a loss, where should my spirit go? Where can I put my great feelings?
I heard myself say, hey, I'm going far away.
It has been said that dreams are to be pursued, and indifference to dreams is wishful thinking. Follow the hurried pace and walk into Guizhou with friends who like literature as much as I do. When I first entered Guizhou, my first impression was in the misty water vapor and cool breeze in its air. I looked at the general shape of the bus window flowing back to Guizhou. It is a beautiful mountain arc, with ups and downs, drizzle from the wind and endless blue sky and white clouds. It is obviously a city, but it cannot be separated from the fresh earthy smell. Can I put my thoughts here? Nobody gave me an answer.
When I came to the beautiful Huangguoshu Waterfall, which everyone admired, it was still far away, and I heard a loud rumbling noise. Don't look at the scenery, smell it first. Looking into the distance, a magnificent torrent poured down. They bypassed trees and rocks and wound their way along the mountain road. Standing in the waterfall for a long time before, listening to the waves of water spray, I actually feel that I have brought a sense of leisure, like the Sanskrit sound in an ancient temple, which makes people feel that the years are dim and the time is tender. I suddenly felt a surge of blood in my heart. On the other side of history, there are people like me who stay in front of the magnificent waterfall. Their inner feelings are beyond words, waving pens. "Flying down thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." "Run down the miscellaneous trees and cast heavy clouds." Or, "Pull out Wan Li and stand, thousands of feet hanging in the air." Maybe we have different expectations for waterfalls, but our mood is the same: we are impressed by the life of nature and cherish our inner love in the distant scenery.
I didn't know how narrow-minded I was until I went out. Never yearned for a distant life, it must be the same and boring.
I said to myself softly, hey, I'm going far away.
The yearning for poetry and distant composition (Chapter 4) The distance is actually a place far away from ourselves. It depends on how we define and think. Some people think that places outside their hometown are far away, some people have traveled all over the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and even seen strange mountains and strange waters abroad, thinking that places outside the universe are far away.
The so-called stage is as big as the heart, and the stage here is more often just far from the heart.
When I was a child, I always felt that the place beyond the mountain was far away. Later, I went to the neon-lit metropolis and felt that the place where I could reach was never far away, only the places I had never been to were far away.
Shangri-La in my dream, Dali in paradise on earth, these places that I have read many times in my mind but have never been to, have now become distant places in my heart. However, a friend around me has never even been outside the county seat, or in his opinion, the place outside the county seat is far away.
More often, in fact, we all have a certain yearning for places we have never set foot on, and we have thought about going to those places one day to see what kind of scenery there are and what kind of people live there.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe soon, one day we will step into the distance in our hearts. At that time, the distance was close at hand, so how happy it would be.
Yearning for poetry and distant composition (Chapter 5) Life is so beautiful. Kill time in the bright moonlight every day and start a new journey in the bright morning light. I follow the footsteps of time and strive to pursue the distance I want.
The distance I yearn for has charming scenery. At the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France, I smelled the fragrance of roses and felt the romantic sunrise. Enjoy high-rise buildings and bustling street scenes in Manhattan, new york, USA; Look up at the purest blue sky and feel the strongest religion in Jerusalem; In the morning, on the banks of the Seine, singing loudly and waiting for the dawn; In the bustling subway station in Vienna, listening to the wandering singers singing those beautiful and romantic love songs loudly; Dancing with stars and lights on a cool night on the Champs Elysé es.
The distance I yearn for is a poetic life. As Heidegger said, people should live poetically. If you live a poetic life, you must discover the beauty of life. Don't miss the rise and fall of the sunrise and sunset every day, learn to cherish the sunshine on your hands and the oncoming snowflakes, in this beautiful world that will eventually turn into white hair. Poetic life, walking on both sides of the road of life, spreads at any time and blooms at any time. It is said that this long distance is decorated with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain when stepping on thorns. This is the poetic life I yearn for.
Looking into the distance is a kind of lovesickness of Li Qingzhao. Two idle thoughts; This is Li Bai's free and easy, but let me raise a white deer on my green slope and ride to you, Dashan, when I need you; Is Xin Qiji Jin Ge iron horse, swallowing Wan Li sigh like a tiger. It is also my endless desire and endless reverie.
Yearning for Poetry and Distant Composition (Chapter VI) Life is related to reality, and the distance is poetry, so the distance always burns in people's hearts like a flame, which makes us full of expectations for the distance. ...
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Seeds have faith. When the wind quietly passes through the six branches of Yang Yiyi, dandelion seeds summon up courage, sail with the wind, and begin to find their own life journey tomorrow.
The distance is vague, but mysterious and charming, just like the bright moon under the night, lightly covered with a layer of gauze, which faintly reveals a kind of softness and exquisiteness, giving people infinite reverie and yearning. When a breeze blows gently, the original calm heart ripples, until the strength in the heart gradually becomes stronger, it will surge, ignite the enthusiasm for pursuit, and start its unremitting pursuit with a state of mind without regrets.
The wind is a free traveler, and it always comes and goes carefree in the land of China. Let the creatures on the ground cheer and envy, eager to fly freely like the wind and reach the distance. As a result, dandelion seeds have gone with the wind and flew to the unknown front together.
When they came to the bottom of the sea, they looked forward to the flow of life, and the waves jumped and fell again and again in the collision with rocks. Even if they can't conquer the tenacious rocks, they still stick to their original beliefs and send out surging cries in repeated confrontations to show their belief of never giving up. In this blue paradise, dandelion seeds were greatly shocked. It turns out that such weak water can be so powerful when gathered together. The original firm belief is so beautiful, and the original world is so small.
In a moment of wonder, the thick clouds in the sky slowly gathered together, blocking the bright sunshine, like a hollowed-out body, spraying the last luster bit by bit, and then gradually disappearing. Then, the sea was rough, and dandelion seeds reluctantly bid farewell to this beautiful sea area and came to the deep valley under the guidance of the wind.
The deep valley is surrounded by towering mountains. The mountain is steep, like a knife, and its face is vicissitudes. Suddenly, there was a clear birdsong in the distance. Take a closer look. On a towering old tree, a titmouse is showing off its singing voice and chirping incessantly. This interesting scene really makes people laugh. Looking around again, there are lush trees everywhere, just like a forest kingdom, exuding infinite vitality and vitality.
Just as dandelion seeds and birds enjoyed the beautiful scenery together, raindrops fell in the sky, and the sound of' tick' was like an alarm clock urging the traveling seeds and wind to find a place to stop as soon as possible. Therefore, the wind is getting stronger and stronger.
Finally, they came to the endless fields, where many reeds swayed with the wind, forming a wave-like surge. The wind gently put dandelion seeds on the ground, gave them their last smile and disappeared into the air. Dandelion seeds try to dig deep into the soil and enjoy the natural sweet rain and dew.
Along the way, the seeds saw many beautiful scenery, realized the magic and magnificence of nature, and reached the distant place of their dreams. This process has become their beautiful memories, adding an unforgettable stroke to their lives. Next, these seeds will stay in this strange land forever, and use their lives to breed dandelion seeds from generation to generation. When their children grow up, they send their seeds with loving eyes to find their distant places.
Chen Guifang, Grade 3, Longxian No.2 Middle School, wengyuan county City, Shaoguan City
Yearning for poetry and distant composition (Chapter 7) Life is like this. Every day, I disappear in the bright moonlight and start in the bright morning light. I follow the footsteps of time and run hard to pursue the distance I yearn for.
The distant place I yearn for is the charming scenery. Feel the beauty of the Louvre in Paris, France, and taste the romance of the rose line. Is to enjoy those high-rise buildings and bustling street scenes in Manhattan, new york, USA; Looking up at the purest sky in Jerusalem and feeling the strongest religion, I can start my life in a place where no one knows me, sing loudly by the Seine River in the morning, wait for dawn, listen to the songs of wandering poets in the bustling subway station, and dance freely on the Champs Elysé es in the most beautiful melody, as naive as a child.
The distance I yearn for is a poetic life. As Heidegger said, people should live poetically. If you live a poetic life, you must learn to discover the beauty in life. Don't miss every sunrise and sunset, don't leave every ebb and flow, learn to cherish the sunshine on your hands and the oncoming snowflakes, in this beautiful world that will eventually turn white. Poetic life, walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds at any time and flowering at any time, will decorate this long journey with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain, tear drops and sadness. This is my yearning poetic distance.
The distance I yearn for is a bumpy long distance. Jia Pingwa once said: "Life is worth living and losing; Sadness or happiness. What matters is a clear spring in your heart, and you can't live without Yue Hui. " If the distance is compared to the clear spring, the bumpy distance is the beautiful Yue Hui. It is said that the rainbow seen after the storm is the most beautiful. The same is true in the distance. If there is no bumpy long distance in the distance, how can it take you further? Only when you fall down and stand up again in this bumpy long journey can you sharpen your perseverance and take you further away.
I yearn for the distant place with beautiful scenery, because its beauty touches my heart.
I yearn for the poetic distance, because its meaning has cultivated my temperament.
I yearn for the bumpy distance, because it gives me courage and makes me strive for it.
All distant places have a temptation to us, and there is no scenery in familiar places, so I am so longing for the distance.
If I were born as a tree, I should be prosperous and look far away.
If I were born a quiet grass, I would be a green grass, running away.
Yearning for poetry and distant composition (Chapter 8) There are always too many longings in my heart, so I linger on the beauty of nature, and because of yearning, I have a searching eye, an appreciation and a feeling.
Yearning, there is always yearning in my heart, longing for the endless sea. Blue sky, blue sea, water and sky are connected together like a blue cloth. The blue sea is sometimes calm and sometimes the waves are rolling.
Stepping on the soft beach and listening to the sound of waves lapping on the beach, I was fascinated. The calm sea is like a mirror, occasionally a breeze blows, rippling slightly, and then rippling around. Ripples drift away, leaving only the vast sea.
Yearning, there is always yearning in my heart, longing for the spring season. Flowers are in full bloom in the green grass, and the air is filled with fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy.
Stepping on the green grass, smelling the flowers. Lie down on the green grass and smell the fragrance of the grass, as if the whole body is full of the breath of spring. Birds are chirping and butterflies are dancing. How beautiful and comfortable it is.
Yearning, there is always yearning in my heart, longing for the quiet countryside. Spring jingles, leaves occasionally fall on the stream, like a green boat, with leaves down the river.
Yuanyang swims in the stream, orioles shuttle between willow leaves, and willow branches sway like green ribbons in the wind. The roads in the country are covered with pebbles. This quiet country is no less than a beautiful fairyland.
I often yearn for, eager to feel the beautiful artistic conception of this world.
Time is running out for yearning for poetry and distant composition (Chapter 9), so we begin to prepare our own itinerary. Leaving here at any time, or going to an unknown distance at any time, may be accidental coincidence for us. But when you really understand all this, you will be surprised to find that everyone has their own life.
And all this is out of your control now.
If life is as we imagine, if we can only believe in ourselves, how lonely we should be in this world.
Sometimes, I convince myself to go out more, see more and communicate with others. Maybe we will know that the world is not as small as we think, and the scope we know has always been so small.
How can you be sure that when you leave here and go to another distant place, all you can see is being with them, not looking forward to a better life, not getting new hopes here.
We just feel that it is not easy to really make it clear.
However, when they are still there, our dreams and eyes need to wait for a while before they really come to an end. Just like us, just like myself.
Wandering around here is actually just to understand another attempt, something that may be completely strange to us. You can pursue progress and keep your eyes here forever.
But you can't let yourself go and not make progress.