In the storm of life
There are always bumps around.
Something unexpected always happens.
There are always people who want to fight you.
There are always some unpleasant things that suddenly appear in front of you.
No matter how big the life disaster is.
Even if the sky is about to fall in an instant.
You have to stand up your back, too
What you see in front of big events is a person's calmness.
A person's sense of detachment
When we can't stop the nightmare from happening.
When you have done your best to save.
Be strong.
In fact, the sky will not fall.
The ground cannot sink.
As long as your heart is strong.
As long as you have the courage to face it.
Disaster is getting farther and farther away from you. ...
Appreciation of Prose Poems in Classical Philosophy Part II: The Future
The future,
Staring at the vague green mountains,
Seen from a distance, the boundless deep blue-the sky and the sea.
Look, wrapped in white delicious food and life,
Experiencing, passionate, passionate and cheerful.
Red, white, blue and green-the future is the color of hope.
The future,
Fantasy, the sky is high and the sea is wide, with stars,
Look forward to it. What will your children and grandchildren be like when you get old?
Sigh, full of courage and success?
Looking forward to it, I was born in the prime of life!
Young and strong, old and young-the future is originally the waiting of life.
The future,
Worried that the vegetation in the jungle will flourish and decline,
Intoxicated, birds in the sky,
Lust, the fish in the sea are free,
Look, wait under the eaves.
Mermaid, bird and beast-the future is the expectation of freedom.
The future,
Go home, whether rich or poor dogs meet you,
Hold your head high, even if your fragile dignity is still there,
Snuggle together until the digital record disappears,
Open the window, lies and empty words blowing in the wind.
Sincerity and loyalty-the future was originally an emotional private house.
The future,
Shake it off, snowflakes are falling-Han Mei Morning News,
Laugh and reap the fruits-live and wait.
Patience, heat-dry ears of millet,
Moisturizing, drizzling-fiery feeling.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter-the future is the love of time.
Appreciation of classical philosophical prose poems (Ⅲ): Cherish your youth.
Cherish your youth
A second later, history will not turn again.
Youth is not to be squandered.
You are not so extravagant, and no one can be so extravagant.
Life is short, and people are people.
Make happiness a habit.
There are too many things in the world.
Don't give up your youth at the moment you enter it.
After today, there are poems and philosophical essays in the distance.
I have a friend with me. It seems that she is happy and powerful every day. Some time ago, she lost her job, fell in love, and had minor physical problems, but in the whole process, she didn't make a fuss, didn't get discouraged, and didn't spoil herself. After tears, fitness, flower cultivation, cooking ... what I like to do is still the same. Asked if she would worry about her future life, she answered irrelevant questions: ask me the happiest moment, that is, today, living in the present today.
Many times, we have the illusion that our present life is not what we yearn for most. Once this illusion is deeply rooted, it is very terrible and will make you make up many excuses to escape from your present life. It will make you forget the life you originally wanted to live and live every day in front of you casually.
There is a very close roommate in college. The dormitory that belongs to her is always in a mess. Books, garbage, food and clothes were all piled up in a mess, and even an unwashed sock was found in her book once. We all call her a kennel and ask her to clean it up more than once. She always says that the dormitory is too small, just a place to sleep. What should I do? I will take care of it when renting a house in the future.
Up to now, she has spent a lot of money to rent a small duplex with a good environment. We strongly urge to visit the "mansion" until we find that the small duplex is as messy as the previous dormitory. Everyone couldn't stand it anymore and began to help her clean up the house, but it didn't take long to go again and found it was like a ruin. She also felt embarrassed, saying that she was used to it and it was difficult to change it.
What is a habit? Let's put it this way: your attitude towards the present life is your attitude towards the future. Life follows cause and effect What attitude do you live with now? Correspondingly, what will your future life be like. We have the right to choose how to live in the present, but no one can turn into an ideal self at some point in the future.
But there are many people around us, and after leaving for a period of time, life becomes more and more polished. It seems that time is good for them and enchants them. In fact, the truth is not difficult to understand: if you have a thousand excuses to give up the same thing you want to do and live a life, they also have a thousand reasons to stick to it.
A friend, who just graduated a year ago, came out to work and needed to rent a house. She didn't choose a low-priced village in the city like most graduates. Because I like planting flowers and plants, I chose a house with a sunny roof, but it is far from subway stations and bus stations, and the rent is not low.
For her, buying a house is the same as renting a house. Even if she only lives for a month, she will carefully choose and decorate the house as she pleases, and she can't just spend a day.
Because of renting a house, her life has changed a lot: the traffic is inconvenient, she has to get up early every day, and she must get rid of the habit of staying in bed; Get up early every day, lack of sleep, you must get rid of the habit of staying up late; The rent is almost half her salary. In order to cut expenses, she had to cook three meals a day to support herself. With the small rooftop, she began to grow flowers and grass, even vegetables, and the romantic days were very comfortable. ...
At first, she was also worried about traffic and money, but after all, there were always more ways than problems. After planning bit by bit and persisting in doing it, she was surprised to find that in order to overcome difficulties, she not only got rid of many bad habits, but also became more and more interesting. Today, a year later, she is very grateful for her persistence.
The hardest part is actually in the beginning What you want to do and what you want to live is always difficult at first. Didn't you say that from 1000 to 10000 is not the most difficult, but from 0 to 1? Anything, once you make up your mind to start, you will find that it is not as difficult as you think.
So, from now on, don't make excuses for your indisputable present, please push down your excuses.
Don't delay. Do what you want. This society does not need giants in thought and dwarfs in action.
Don't wait for the right time. The right time, the right place, the right person is hard to find. As long as you have enough courage, now is the best time.
Don't be afraid of failure. There is nothing at this age. What can you lose if you fail?
Don't expect time to bring surprises. Expecting surprises will only make you unhappy.
Not to mention working harder in the future. What we do every minute now will affect the future. If you don't work hard now, you won't work hard in the future.
Everyone has an ideal blueprint in mind. What matters is not how grand your blueprint is, but that you can live in the present and build your blueprint in reality bit by bit.
You are young, neither stupid nor stupid. Don't make excuses for not working hard at present. In the era of nothing, no matter whether there is poetry or distance in the future, hard work is the right way. Over time, you will find that the so-called poetry and distance can only be owned if you spend it in front of you.
Philosophical prose describing poetic life
Philosophical Prose Describing Poetic Life: Poetic Life
Life is an endless book, full of twists and turns. Life is an endless drama, always changing roles and being bizarre. Everyone plays a different role in his own life and interprets his own personality. I don't want to make my life dull. I long for such a poetic life.
The morning glow comes from the east, and colorful clouds hang on the hills. I want to ride home in the wind and look for a poetic life.
Countless people in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad, count whose life is poetic. There are thousands of things, and there are thousands of interpretations of poetry.
A pot of muddy wine sings all over the mountains and rivers for 80 thousand miles. A canoe can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. There are hundreds of poems about Taibai's fighting for wine, full of lofty sentiments and ambitions, full of talents, with a firm moonlight and a beautiful mouth.
Whip the horses for battle, blow the horn and sound the drums. Draw a sword and dance the dust, and move away from the slant for a lifetime. It's so emotional to be crowned in a rage. It's so heroic to recover my mountains and rivers. Yue family fighters forget life and death, and Chinese forces began to flood today. Willow cares about my feelings, and Liu Ci is next to the drinking place. In and out of the world, know what it is, think what it is. Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, green mountains and green waters are happy. Aside from intrigue, I broke into this world alone. What is life like everywhere? It should be Hong Fei walking through the snow. Another year has passed, and now I show my poems. I am the master of my life, and I am free from my poetry. A thousand words splash ink, and the pen sets the course. If life is like a song, I want to compose happiness. If life is like a river, I will jump for joy. If life is like fire, I want to burn freely. Alas, heaven and earth are under my feet, and the four sides thunder for me. Galloping in Angong University to see me spread my wings and soar, soaking up the battlefield of science. Ride the wind and waves, make swords into plows, and create a brilliant tomorrow together. The solitary sail folds into the wind, and the water gently raises waves. Even if the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the clouds are light and the wind is light, I will not change my ambition. I am confident that my life span is 200 years, and I will be a water hammer with a distance of 3,000 li. Looking at the railing, I have flown far away, chasing my dreams and setting sail. Therefore, my poetic life is a life of preparing horses for dreams.
I am the master of my life, and I am free from my poetry. As sons and daughters of China, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country.
Look at the present, our country is two mountains in Wan Li, with a population of over one billion and a vast territory. How magnificent!
A few romantic, my generation chrysanthemum, loyal to the country, China youth, what a hero!
After experiencing that humiliating history, we realized that we were trapped by the isolation of the country and pursued development through reform and opening up.
In the decades of revolution, bloody battles have brought a proverb: practice is the only criterion for testing truth.
We sang Dongfanghong, entered a new era, and understood that innovation is the fundamental driving force for the development of a nation.
Times have changed. Today, we are on the broad road of socialism. However, compared with the United States, China is particularly backward in science and technology. Young people's wisdom means national wisdom, young people's wealth means national wealth, young people's strength means national strength, young people's independence means national independence, and young people's progress means national progress. From this perspective, the future of China lies in my youth. Youth is the star of tomorrow. Only when all the stars shine together can we create a night as bright as day and shine everywhere. Therefore, my poetic life is a life determined to serve the country.
I am the master of my life, and I am free from my poetry. I am the master of my life, and I am free from my poetry.
Philosophical Prose Describing Poetic Life: Poetic Life
The river of the years is lingering, the willow branches along the river drift with the memory, and the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus. Facing the riverbank, facing the life near the sunset, facing the scenery all the way, facing the road extending under your feet, you can't help but chant: What a quiet afternoon, pen and ink are poetic, and you are the only one under the sunshine tree.
My life is extremely simple, so simple that I don't have a dime in my pocket, so simple that no one deserves me to dump my life or do whatever I want. It is precisely because of this that life is stronger than selflessness. You can sing if you want, sit if you want, or do nothing, just sweep, deal with it and let nature take its course. I have long been used to this kind of life. I am alone, with a book and a cup of tea, moonlight in front of the window, leaning alone in the dense bamboo forest, reading classic and poetic pen and ink, and sighing deeply.
Yes, time flies. Thirty years has changed the world in an instant. Wandering memories and fragments of life are as clear, bright, profound and sad as Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River". Last night, on the easterly night of the small building, life stood at the end of the water and occasionally took a look. I found all the grasslands, hills and gullies changed. Only the maple leaves standing in front of the window burn their flowers and dye them red in autumn, year after year. Only Haitang is still waiting for faith, bowing its head and homesick with the swaying wind. Usually at this moment, my heart is full of bees and butterflies, and the eight-foot flute sounds like crying, and an antique long shaft fills freely in the dusk, making me beautiful and happy. A string of familiar names came lightly from the winding road of history in the notes: Chen Ziang, Li Yishan, Liu Sanbian, Du Zimei, Ouyang Zi drunk with mountains and rivers, Liu, Hunniang and Dong Xiaowan. They became unexpected guests. They sit or wait, play the piano, chat or drink. In an instant, the humble room is fragrant and the life is leisurely. A song of high mountains and flowing water, a song of plum blossoms and three lanes, and a sweet and high-pitched Guangling San at night, put your soul in the bamboo forest pasture and the frontier beyond the Great Wall. What a charming scenery! Drive the boat left by Perilla in Chibi, and visit the ancient battlefield where Kingoma devoured Wan Li. The soul travels through the poplar, leaving the mountains and flowing water, and letting life wander on the river. ...
After seeing the scenery in the north, life came to Beethoven's hometown, where there was a wine shop brewed by the Rhine. In the restaurant, melodious piano music, silent songs, scherzos, sonatas, dreams, minuets, andante, adagio and Allegro come one after another. I sat there quietly and saw Goethe, Liszt, Chopin, Mozart, Haydn, Holderlin, Rilke, Schopenhauer and Nietzsche. They are all radiant and full of scholar spirit, but their eyes occasionally reveal disdain and rebellion, conceit and resentment. Their language is either puffed up, or sad, or like a fallen flower. Their fingers are as slender as onion tubes and as delicate as orchids, but they are all well-trained knights when dancing, and they are heroic! I like such scenes, such scenery, and I like such poems even more. Evening sunset, starry sky, a cup of blue devil or whisky, drunk time, wake up the soul! Of course, pen and ink is poetic, and it is also a river!
It is the most open and favorite place in my life to go to the West Building alone to see the world without words, because it can not only decorate other people's dreams, but also beautify the lingering poetry of pen and ink in my heart. If I belong to art in the inside story of life, then my soul undoubtedly belongs to pen and ink. Otherwise, how can my life be forced to burn cigarettes and cook words, and how can I be willing to be lonely. I will not miss those lively scenes, let alone participate in them, in the mountain roads and life scenery I have walked through. What I admire and appreciate is always the silent world brought by pen and ink, because there my life and soul can be quiet, released, happy and happy! The reason why my life is so simple, my life is so clean and my soul is so transparent is not because I am happy with everything, but because I was prepared at the beginning of my life. When I choose the ocean, my heart will naturally sail with the waves, my spirit will naturally soar with the birds, explore the distance with the rhythm of the waves, and inspect Nick's diving place I am obsessed with. Is it a beautiful paradise or a romantic Eden? ...
I admit that I can't capture the breath of life, nor can I create an awesome heroic symphony by grasping the throat of life like Beethoven, nor can I write a shocking work like George Orwell. However, combining poetry with pen and ink can make life more hopeful and hopeful, and it is my greatest wish in my life to get peace and happiness for this. I dare not say that these years of practice and meditation have given me a brand-new life, but I dare say that my soul has been calm and calm in silence because of the nourishment and nurturing of pen and ink. In my lifetime, I don't want to be surrounded by glowing wine glasses and grapes, which is not what I want. It is true that it is as plain as water. Yes, I will never forget the simple life, who picked chrysanthemums and plowed Nanyang. As the saying goes, ripple Zhi Ming is quiet and far-reaching, and it will always be an indelible landscape in my life!
Life is like this. It is a blessing and a gift to die for it. In my opinion, there is nothing more poetic than managing your life, arranging your life and years, and cultivating your independent thoughts and free spirit. I am so determined because I am willing to be lonely, plain and simple, not because there is no secular desire, no love for children, no fame and fortune, and no worldly wisdom in my life, but because of the long-term combination of soul and pen and ink poetry. I still know that life and vulgarity go hand in hand, and soul and vulgarity go hand in hand. Naturally, it is much more enjoyable than one's happiness. However, the teachings of those who are restless day and night often overflow my mind, forcing me to listen to my inner voice, which is small but powerful.
Frankly speaking, for more than 30 years, I have lived up to my years and sweat. Although I lost a lot of flowers and plants because of my simple life, I don't regret it today, and I am even complacent about it. Looking at the chapter of pen and ink and the vitality of life, the soul reveals not only singing, but also the brilliance and happiness like flowers and stars!
Philosophical Prose Describing Poetic Life: Poetic Life
Poetry is often compared to life, although not all, but it is also an important part. Every moment in life is full of poetry. A silent song, either happy or sad, or soothing or ups and downs, shows a different existence in life.
Recently, I read my early writing, and the clumsy writing is not funny. Look at them carefully, there is no lack of truth in clumsiness. Along the way, like a growing child, from innocence to maturity, although this maturity is not perfect, it has changed more or less. Writing poetry must be something I have done all my life, so stability is my route.
After years of experience and hard work, the image of the poet gradually became clear. Although this is an irregular and incomplete route, I know that life can not be separated from poetry, life can not be separated from foil, and the world can not be separated from poet's description. Many feelings and gratitude can only be expressed in the poet's heart as much as possible, for example, a spring breeze will bring surprises to people. Autumn wind will take away some messy, clean and orderly lives. For example, the song of a bird seems to tell a secret, and suddenly it seems to smile at me, while a butterfly seems to come from ancient times, beautiful and eternal. The earth is full of endurance and bears all the burdens. The open mind of the sky allows me to fly freely. I have dreams day and night. ..........
The world is big, the world is wide, and discordant things abound, which requires poets to connect opposing things through imagination and transform them into a kind of beauty. For example, the sea overflows the grassland, just like a kind of covering, infinite love. Butterflies sleep on dead trees, waiting for rebirth. If you appreciate it carefully, you will find another kind of beauty, another kind of thought, and also a realm.
There are many beautiful things, many of which we can't see or find in time, perhaps around us, perhaps somewhere far away. At this time, poets need to have keen thinking and jumping ideas and present them to readers in a unique way, so that people will no longer feel helpless.
What's the use of writing poems? What can you do as a poet? Many people ask this question, and many people ask themselves this question.
Poetry is written to beautify life, so that people will no longer feel that life is boring. A poet should also have the value of his existence. Some permanent or distant things are waiting for the poet to discover, and some beauty and ugliness need the poet to touch. As long as the poet is moved, everything is beautiful, there is no deformity, no ups and downs, no wind and rain, no unknown night. As long as you are careful and inspired everywhere, what you have accumulated over the years is a fortune.
Life is not smooth sailing, and poets know it well. Pain, struggle, joys and sorrows ... are all experienced by poets. What others see is in the poet's heart, but what you can't see is exactly what the poet has experienced. Although he had no personal experience, his thoughts intervened too early. Tolerance and forbearance are the manifestations of poets, because life is like this. Only in this way can he go on.
The world is too vast, and new things, such as the wilderness after the rain, are accompanied by reproduction and elimination, and there are many unpredictable things that we can't get close to, either homes or deep valleys. Poets need to surpass themselves, make their minds firm and broaden their minds, so that they can write with ease, show the most beautiful voice and the most beautiful world to the world and have better effects. These are all material dissatisfaction, even if you are rich.
Poets have skills that transcend time and space, and primitive and clumsy will eventually be eliminated. You don't need a gorgeous cover-up, and you don't need to gild the lily. Human nature is naturally revealed, and only based on truth and nature can we live freely.
Poets can never be satisfied, never find the sky to fly, and never see the other side to stay. The distance they see is actually at the end of the world, and the scenery in front of them is actually a mirage. Everyone has his own potential, especially poets. Only in this way can we tap more potential and connotation of life, and we will not think of lightness because of a glass of white water. The poet's arm is not strong, and sometimes it is very fragile. Poets can adjust themselves well, but they will go further and further. How to get there is a process that everyone must think about. No one can claim to be strong, and no one can climb in the trough forever.
The world in the poet's eyes is full of temptations. In the poet's eyes, the world is ethereal, a kind of beauty that can't be captured. It is wonderful and full of imagination, which is the poet's endless enjoyment.
Life gives people enough space, and the world gives poets enough space. Therefore, life is colorful and an inexhaustible resource for poets. When a goal is achieved, you will find that life is too beautiful, everything is so kind and affectionate, and living depends on it.
Complete works of philosophical poems
Complete works of philosophical poems
1, bid farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass
Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
2. "Wang Yue"
Don du fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
3. Spring Day
Ju Hee Song
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
4. "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
Song sushi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
5, "Title Xilin Wall"
Song sushi
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
6.at Helen's cabin
Don Wang Zhihuan
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
7. Wuyi Lane
Yuxi Liu Tang
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
8. "Tour Shanxi Village"
Song luyou
Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply.
In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
9. "Water regulation"
Song sushi
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs.
This matter is ancient and difficult to complete.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
10, a mooring at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Tangwangwan
Castle Peak, my boat and I, along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
1 1, spring outing
Tang Libai
The high-rise building in the deep palace is purple and clear, and the gold embroidered dragon brand.
The beauty of the day pops up the window and plays the sign language kite.
The spring breeze blew down the king's ears. This song is a journey to heaven.
As Tianchi Lake was flooded, the ship was hit by waves.
Three thousand pairs of moths are singing and laughing, and the bells and drums in the palace are oblique.
All the surnames gather to dance and sing peace.
I have nothing to do, and people are complacent.
Thirty-six emperors wanted to meet them, and the gods floated down the clouds.
If the emperor doesn't go, he will stay in Haojing.
Anneng is Xuanyuan, lonely as a ghost.
My junior minister worships Nanshan Shou, and your majesty will be honored forever.
12, visit Princess Taiping Villa
Tang hanyu
When the princess wanted to occupy the spring, she put the terrace on the city head.
If you want to know how much money you spent in front of you, until Nanshan does not belong to people.
Xue Mei 13
Song Lu meipo
There is plum, no snow and no spirit, and there is snow and no custom.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
14, "Fly to Phoenix"
Wang Song Anshi
There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
15, "Passing by Song Yuan Morning Cooking Paint Shop"
Song Yang Wanli
Mo Yan had no difficulty going down the mountain. He won people's love.
When you enter the circle of high mountains, as soon as you climb one mountain, another mountain will stop you immediately.