There is also a poem composition 1 in the plain. What does it remind you of This poem reminds me of the hurry of people in big cities. City people struggle for their goals every day, and the pace is very fast. Indeed, everyone has dreams. However, have you ever thought of a plain life, the simple life that all scholars yearn for?
This is an unforgettable town. One afternoon in spring, the sun shines on the ancient bluestone street. Find a quiet teahouse to sit by the river and feel the peace of these years quietly. The river is covered with a layer of golden light, and occasionally white waterfowl ripples. Here is different from the prosperity and noise of the world of mortals, and some are just simple and clear. On the other side of the river, women wash clothes by the river, and cats lie beside their owners and take a nap. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, just like angels in white in the Bible. Green willows stood by the river, as if they didn't need to see parting again. At that moment, people have an impulse to forget all the worldly things, sit quietly, close their eyes and feel the peace of the world, and live a simple life with a low eaves. It is a poetic and plain life, which reminds people of Su Shi's words, "The taste of the world is a clear happiness". So bleak and unforgettable. In that case, why admire Qionglou Yuyu?
"Baoding tea is still green", taste a pot of tea and feel the taste of life. It has the purest taste in the world, that is, "caring about hair is real, but it is also the source of confusion." Tea is a gentleman, it is not as cool, heavy and free as wine, but just light and elegant. That kind of character that does not compete with gorgeous and secular is really rare. The warm wind outside the window brushed my face, and a song drifted into the room. That is a Jiangnan minor. Singing the soft and glutinous Jiangnan dialect, people are deeply immersed in it. It's really a sad sigh: whose sister-in-law is fierce and scattered into the spring breeze of the city!
Wave your sleeves and say goodbye, and then look at thousands of clouds, someone will always miss you. People love this bustling building, but some people will revel in this plain country. Having said that, I can't help but think of an ancestor's saying, "The talent of an old friend lies in dullness." Sometimes compared with vigorous, plain is also a good choice.
Do you know there are many poems hidden in the plain?
Look, it's flat. I remember that after the last monthly exam, teachers from all subjects talked to me. I decided to be alone. I decided to change my position. I hesitated for a long time and finally decided to go to the old class. Ding-dong, Ding-dong is over. I walked slowly to the office. Lao Ban is talking to my parents. I'm sorry to interrupt. I just stood quietly, thinking, wait for the old class and those two parents.
I scanned it, and there were two teachers around the office. One is a skinny teacher, Xiao Xie. I looked at him, and he looked at me, smiled at me and did his own thing.
Oh, there is also a Chinese teacher who is a little fat. It seems that he is very kind and kind, but sometimes he is terrible. I looked at him. He looked at me with wide eyes. Well, my hair stands on end. Teacher, are you going to eat me? Those big eyes are so scary! I frowned, and then the Chinese teacher smiled. I sighed and thought, you scared me to death. At this moment, the teacher began to speak: "Yu Liangsheng, what are you doing here?" I said, "I'm looking for the old class!" " Teacher Jin was a little skeptical. With a little puzzled speech speed, he quickly asked, "What do you want with the boss?" I said, "Transpose." The teacher was surprised and asked, "Transposition, where?" "Last row" the teacher said with surprise and excitement, "You, you, don't want to live. You didn't do well in the last exam Do you want to change back? How about your next mid-term exam? Be careful to bump into you then! I was also very excited and said, "Oh, no, no, because ..."
Listening to the teacher's words and looking at the teacher's expression are more exciting than me and care about me than me. I am sad. I thought: Isn't this a poem? Isn't this a poem on this plain!
Life is always dull, but if we can learn to find it, maybe it will become different.
One spring, I found the scenery outside the window is always beautiful. It has green trees and green lawns, and everything is brand new. The people outside the window are also very interesting. Although people can be seen every day, interesting things rarely happen.
On this day, when I was overlooking, I found that wonderful moment. I saw a fashionable woman pass by. Unfortunately, she seems to have dropped something here. Maybe this is the price of fashionable clothes. However, I didn't care, still looking out the window.
Soon I saw a man. Obviously, he doesn't look rich. I thought he would find the young woman's things when he passed by. He stopped when I thought he would keep them for himself. However, the woman has walked around the corner, but she can still see them. I don't understand what he is thinking. The man picked up this thing. Oh, it turned out to be a very delicate bracelet. It looks very valuable.
The man ran to the woman's side and scratched his head embarrassedly. He seems to be asking. He really found the right person, but I was thinking that he had a choice moment. I watched him go away and stopped at the corner where he disappeared. I thought I thought.
I think that man can keep it for himself and then sell it, which may bring him a lot of wealth. I think he must be very entangled when he hesitates. I think it's a good thing that there are fewer people with my psychology in the world. There are still many good people in this world than people like me. At this moment, my heart seems to be sublimated.
There are always big and small things in our lives. If we can all be like men, there will be melodious poems in the plain.
There are plain poems. There are many poems in life, and there are also poems in plain words.
"Ding" is another day, and I'm going to school again. I quickly took out my Chinese book, took out my pen and began to write the test paper in a rustling way. After the examination paper was finished, the teacher began to give us lessons. Today, I learned a poem ... this poem is the one on the exam paper just now. I don't know when it was done. The teacher began to explain the meaning of this poem, and I seemed to have no interest, so I began to be in a daze. Imagine a flower on weekdays. Suddenly, the teacher suddenly called me, and I immediately came back from my dream. I stood up and looked at the teacher blankly, speechless, and always punished me for standing for a while. After sitting down, I was still listless and continued to wander. Time in a daze always passes quickly, and class is over soon.
The next day, I still couldn't find it. After looking for a period of time, I gradually forgot the bouquet and didn't look for it again.
But then, in the early morning, when the sun just rose, the orange-red sunshine flush with the horizontal line spread all over the earth in spring, turning the ground orange, which made people relaxed and happy. At this time, I accidentally discovered Su Hua and Su Ri, which is full of poetry, and the sunset is even more heartbreaking.
Later, in those dull days, I was very excited to see those dull trees, dull people, dull grass and those poems.
There are poems in the plain and everywhere.
I smiled inexplicably, because I thought of your smile.
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A window is ringing, and life is beautiful.
Tomb autumn, long morning light, bright vision, like a blushing corn poppy in spring, like a mellow poem, quietly smiling in the elegant and plain. She threw a colorful red sun from an unknown corner.
Every time I pass by Xiangxiang and see the fragrance of tea in the street, I will always think of you. The elegant alley is filled with osmanthus fragrance that makes people suddenly daydream and smile at each other. As a Osmanthus Jelly person, you park on the side of the road every day, leaning against a tricycle. In front of you, there are always several simple steamer, five or six of which are stacked together, and smoke from kitchen chimneys lingers on those small and exquisite cages.
If your skin is solidified, there are a few fine white flowers printed on the clothes with a blue background, and you are blushing with a small yellow apron, you always smile happily.
Snow-white rice noodles, like warm birds, are crystal clear. They were packed in an elegant small wooden box, decorated with a few fragrant osmanthus flowers, and waited in a steamer.
Take a bite, the fragrance is meaningful and graceful, sweet, full of soft floral fragrance, warm and tender with a little smile, warm people's hearts, quiet and elegant, and the fragrance is like a lonely poem quietly sung in the bustling. Mmm, it smells good. I smiled and casually added, was it handed down by my ancestors?
No, no, I learned it myself.
Why are you learning this? I looked up. I like it! The taste of childhood, I want to pass it on all the time. You laughed again. So I also smiled. We all like sweet-scented osmanthus, and we also like this dull feeling, which is relaxed and pleasant, interpersonal and not alienated.
I have heard a saying that only those who can live can live like poems. Yes, as long as you savor every little thing in life and chew it carefully, the fragrance of poetry will be green, yellow and light green on the windy road.
I smile at the poems in plain life.
There are poems in the plains. In a dull life, I live a dull life. I always feel sorry for my dull life, and feel that my parents are useless, so my life is so dull!
But one day, I got a lot of wealth. I really can't imagine how lucky I am!
At that time, when I was in the seventh grade, the Education Bureau saw that we were poor and gave us a subsidy, which could only be given to boarders and only a few people could get it. I am also a boarder, but I don't think I have much hope, because there are 40 students in our class, but only 17 people can get it. I don't care that this kind of luck will happen to me!
After several days, the teacher wanted to say who would make it up. When the teacher read the first 16 person, I was even more worried that there would be no more me, so I fell asleep at my desk. I didn't expect the last one, the teacher actually called me. I thought I heard voices myself. I asked around to make sure if I heard a sound. Finally, they told me that I didn't hear voices, which is true. I'm glad I can get this supplement.
On the day when my meal card was recharged, my meal card actually increased by 625 yuan! What a big number this is! This makes me understand: there is also great luck in plain life, arrival on you!
In a blink of an eye, I am already a ninth-grade student, and now I won't feel inferior because of my dull life. Recalling those past events, I feel that my life is so full and not ridiculous!
Through these things, I understand that there are also things that are not dull in plain life. Don't feel inferior because life is dull. There are poems in ordinary life.
There is also a poem composition 7 in the plain. Autumn wind blows, several maple leaves slowly fall from the tree, draw a beautiful arc in the air, and then lie quietly on the ground.
At this time, a burst of laughter woke Fenglin. The two children chased each other tirelessly. Finally, they may be tired and snuggle under the maple tree. Suddenly, one of the children said, "Xiaolong, I really want time to stay at this moment," "I do," but then a pot of cold water poured down. "But time will not stop." The hopeful eyes of the two children also dimmed the past.
The last two children were separated by their parents. But Xiaolong always remembers that he has an agreement with Feng, so he will come back at this time every year, but he can't see the figure in his mind. All he sees is the lonely maple tree.
Until one time, Xiaolong came to that place again. This time, not only the man didn't come, but also Fenglin disappeared. On the contrary, it is a modern library. The sun shines on it, which is particularly dazzling. Xiaolong sat on a bench and looked at the distance. At this time, a light shout reached Xiaolong's ear. "Xiaolong, is that you?" He thought so, and immediately looked around. I saw a witness of medium height looking at him, and then rushed over. "You finally came back, but the maple tree will never come back." "Well, my parents won't let me come back, but this year is an exception. Maple ... nothing, nothing is perfect in the world, at least the two of us have met. " ...
I haven't forgotten the maple tree, even though it's gone, but that wonderful memory has always been preserved.
Autumn wind blows, blowing off the leaves on the tree, but there are many people's good memories, even if the ordinary things will have a beautiful poem.
There are poems in the plains. In the cold winter, there is warm sunshine; There are lively fish in the calm river; In a single picture, colorful colors exist; There are poems in the plain. It is another weekend, accompanied by warm sunshine, walking alone in the endless fields, feeling the breath of nature and enjoying the grace given by nature. Walking quietly, watching, I stopped quietly.
My eyes were attracted by a small mound in the field. I approached slowly, leaned down gently, and looked at everything in front of me attentively. A small ant is circling around a "delicious meal", and occasionally gently touches this crumb with its tentacles. When I look at it carefully again, I can't help feeling happy. It turns out that this crumb is too big for it to move.
Just as I was thinking about how it would respond next, it disappeared into my sight. I looked for it in the shallow grass, and finally, I found it in a small hole not far away. Go into the hole and wait for it to come out again, followed by many ants of similar size.
They headed for a destination not far away, and I followed in their footsteps, "trudging" and finally arrived at the destination. They were scattered in every corner of the breadcrumbs, and Qi Xin struggled to lift the breadcrumbs together and ran to victory. They started and swayed from side to side, giving people the feeling that they would fall at any time. After many hardships, they finally returned to the mouth of the cave and arrived at the mouth of the cave again.
The ants in the hole are gone, and I'm still thinking about it. Ants can be so United and persistent. What reason should we give up?
On the road of life, only by continuous discovery and exploration can we make new discoveries in plain things.
There are poems in the plain.
In the plain, there are also poems. The maple leaves are rosy and the crows return at dusk. Looking at the flaming clouds, accompanied by the sweet flute, I was intoxicated. ...
The autumn wind rustled, bringing down some flaming maple leaves. Looking at the maple leaves all over the ground, I couldn't help feeling a sense of loneliness. Now those eight people have parted ways. ...
Yi: "Zhu, hurry up, you only need one!" " "A Ping cried excitedly." What's your hurry? You're not in a hurry to be reborn. I said slowly, "If you don't hurry up, I'll let you catch it." Say that finish, ping flew away. "hey! No! " I stepped up and ran to the fiery maple forest with A Ping. Looking at the maple forest like a burning flame, it's beautiful. Friends have been waiting there for a long time. I said apologetically, "Sorry, wow." Axiu suddenly said, "Let's wait so long, just Zhu!" At that, they all ran away like wild dogs that had just been released. Even if 10 thousand people don't want to, they start to make up. "Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen ..."
Five minutes later: "Huhuhu, how can you peek?" "Who peeked and didn't hide well? It's strange that he can't find such a loud voice."
When tired, eight people are lying on the ground, and the maple leaves are in a big shape. Passers-by want to see us leave like crazy people. "Do you think we look like fools?" Axiu said, "Ha ha ha ha ..." There was a burst of laughter.
Watching the sunset gradually set, accompanied by the falling of maple leaves, the sunset glow was painted purple, crows flew over and left with dusk.
"The sunset glow is dyed red by falling maple trees and taken away by crows at dusk." The sunset glow is gone, and the crow is gone. Listening to the sweet flute played by artists, it seems to be back to that year. There are also poetic pictures in this plain life. Now eight people have gone their separate ways. Time is not old, we will not leave.
There is also a poem composition 10, walking on the long road of life in the dull, suddenly looking back, I found that the dull life can also be wonderful.
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Spring breeze brings bursts of fragrance; Touch the clear spring and feel a little cool; Lying quietly on the grass, smelling the fragrance of the grass. In this poetic life, I can't help but want to recite a poem.
Although I am not as romantic as the poet Li Bai and as literary as the poet Su Shi, I still like poetry. In this ordinary life, the only thing that can bring me fun is poetry.
I like poetry since I was a child. Up to now, I have read a lot of poems and learned a lot. There is an interesting farmhouse story, "Rice flowers say good year, listen to frogs". There is also the feeling of home and country of "lying at night and listening to the wind and rain, the dream of iron horse glacier"; There is also the generosity of "who has not died since ancient times, pay attention to the history of history", and I also appreciate the joy and sadness of the poet.
Our life now is nothing more than a few things, doing repeated things every day. Even just entering a new life, you will feel boring in a few days, but it is such a boring life. I think it's really a blessing to have poems with me! Unfortunately, even such an interesting thing, no one found it and no one cherished it.
I don't know what others think, but for me, poetry is sacred. In this plain life, poetry is full of strange colors, which is like adding a color to a colorless painting to make life more colorful and gorgeous.
On the long road of life, I will definitely experience a dull life. In this plain life, there will definitely be one thing to save you, and the thing to save me is poetry. It brings me wonderful colors.
Looking at the distance and the clear spring, I sat on the grass and couldn't help mumbling: "Life can't be in front of me, but there are poems and distances." Yes, in this plain life, there are poems accompanying me.
There are poems in the plains. There will also be poems in the prosaic life of people.
The bright moonlight shone on the dirt floor through the cracks in the branches. Maybe at night, not as noisy as during the day. Cicadas don't squeak like during the day. Grandma sat on a small bench with a fan and told us a short story. My grandmother is gone now. Gray hair, thin cheeks, no meat. With the aging of her body, her body gradually became smaller. Her thin body seems to have no meat, only the outer skin and the skeleton that supports her body are left.
I like listening to grandma tell stories best. Every story of hers fascinates me. If you ask me, you can never get tired of telling a story several times. At that time, we lived an ordinary life every day. Looking back, it was really fun and fun. Grandma gets up early every day and cooks breakfast for this big family. After dinner, my sister and I went to school, while the adults were busy in the fields. Sometimes on holidays, I feed chickens, ducks and pigs at home when I don't go to school, and occasionally go to the fields to help. In the evening, we have another big family sitting together for dinner. Finished eating. Grandma sat on a small bench with a fan and told us a short story. I like listening to grandma tell stories about stars, which makes me love them very much. There are so many stars in the countryside at night that I can't count them … I can't count them! Grandma will show us the stars in the sky, and we will grow up slowly with her words.
A few years later, I came to live in this city. At night, I stare at the night sky. Where are the stars? I looked everywhere, but there was nothing. There is no smell of earth or country here. Only lights, cars and terrible buildings.
I began to miss my hometown, the stars and my grandma. My heart once told me that I wanted to return to that dull and happy life. The city is very good, but it always makes me feel less at home.
The white moonlight falls in the yard, with no smell of earth and no peace of mind.
In life, there is also poetry in the plain, and it is there in the hazy.