In the usual study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that you can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So have you ever studied composition? The following are poems and essays collected by Bian Xiao. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.
Poetry and distant composition 1
"Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance." Travel is my "poetry and distance".
I came to Lushan with my bag on my back. Looking horizontally, the mountains are continuous; On the side, the mountain peaks are towering. Looking from a distance, the looming mountain peak in the mist looks like a shy girl; Approaching, the sky is tall and straight. As the saying goes, "from the side of the ridge, the height is different." The Mawei Waterfall, hanging on Xiufeng, plunges down from the top of the mountain, just like Ma Benteng, with great momentum, which makes people can't help reciting the eternal story of "The Milky Way falls for nine days". In front of the waterfall stands a statue of the poet Li Bai. I saw him holding a bottle in his left hand and a scroll in his right hand, as cool as a cucumber, as if a famous saying were about to blurt out. The breeze blows on the face, and a coolness seeps into the heart, which is refreshing. This must be the legendary fairyland and poetic realm, right? This is the distance I have been pursuing in my dream, right?
I walked on an unknown bridge with my luggage on my back. The bridge is made of wood, and the railing is not carved, but it is not simple. The water in the south of the Yangtze River flows quietly through this small bridge. Standing on it, leaning against the bridge railing, you can see the bottom of the water clearly. The red and white fish slowly shook their fins and put their tails in the slow water, adding a touch of color to the clear water. Unconsciously, it began to rain lightly. In the misty rain, the bridge is covered with a thin veil, which adds a bit of mystery to the bridge. Standing on the bridge, watching the rain drop on the water surface, making ripples round and round, the fish seems to be familiar with all this and still swim slowly. In the black and white alley in the distance, the melodious flute is refreshing. Raindrops seem to be afraid to disturb me, too. They landed gently on the umbrella, beside me and in my heart. Bridges, umbrellas, fish, alleys, rain and rivers are just like moving ink paintings. I am nostalgic in this little ink, singing my poems and savoring my distance.
I was walking on the mountain road with my bag on my back. The mountain road is paved with bluestone, and in the gap between the stones, several green grasses stick out their heads with difficulty. The road is undulating along the mountain, winding among bamboo, pine and stone. The sun shines through the thick branches and leaves on the mountain road, many-hued. The road is not narrow, but dense plants or rocks block your view, and many times you can only see the road not far ahead. But I didn't hesitate, because my heart had been pulled far away. This is a post station for the soul, where you can appreciate the beauty of nature, poetry and painting, and life. Dreams sometimes seem out of reach, but with a distant heart, "the bright future will come to an end."
Body and mind must be on the road, so I choose to travel. Walking through the ends of the earth and Qian Shan, I left my poems in the corner of the world, packed my bags on my back, and ran away.
Poetry and distant composition II
In the past, we always found pleasure in the cracks of life. Although that doesn't mean that the years are quiet and good, although it is a bit cruel to lose reality, he still speaks Tibetan for many years.
I have several roommates. They once discussed waiting until summer vacation or winter vacation to travel to Tibet. But in any case, they didn't take any action, because their negotiation seemed to be out of order, or one of the processes became the reason for the interruption, or the essence of their stay-at-home girl was always exposed, and they never changed their determination to read poetry and distance.
We used to stay in one place for a long time, but when we really said we were going to part, we really left without looking back. We didn't expect the original relationship to last so long, in fact, it was so simple, but when it really happens in real life, you will understand that nothing is impossible.
It seems that those relationships that you have always felt strong are not lacking in maintenance. They may have just maintained a superficial relationship, which looks good, but in fact the core is empty and dry.
When we can really see the reality of life, we can really have room for growth, or further growth.
Everyone is growing up on the long road of life, and everyone is experiencing hobbies that we didn't have or lost before, but all this tells us a truth. People are always moving forward and can't turn back.
Poetry and distant composition 3
It is said that childhood is used for memories, and memories are beautiful. But for me, it's not all like this. Although my childhood was wonderful, growing up was a better process for me. And I always believe that my life is getting better and better, and I don't want to look back.
In my spare time, I like to pick up a pen and paper and write my own words. I think this is never a burden, it is a process of enjoyment and happiness. I heard the rain outside the window, and my thoughts began to drift again. I want to have that unfinished dream tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
I love daydreaming, although I don't know what the content is. Only when I came to my senses did I realize that I had been wandering for a long time. But I don't regret this process. I think this is enjoyment.
What is life? I don't know, no one in this world can tell me a standard. I can only live, love and feel with my heart.
In fact, I don't want to say these words more, because they make me feel very sad. After all, I don't have to be a philosopher. These principles are of no use to me. I think I am still a careless girl, dancing in the wind, walking in the rain, listening to music and writing my story late at night.
We came to a distant place with our dreams. I know those so-called poems and distant places are waiting for me on the other side ahead. My bag is full of confidence and courage. I don't envy others, nor do I envy others. I just want to be myself.
Poetry and distant composition 4
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance. Every time I read a poem, there will be a ripple in my heart, and I will think of a fantastic and beautiful life. I met the most beautiful ancient poems and met you again. In the days of knowing each other, let's talk about the distance in the poem together.
Meet? It is predestined to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance to meet each other.
I always believe that all this has long been doomed to be in the same boat for a hundred years and live under the same roof for ten thousand years. It is your luck and my blessing to meet you in adolescence as gorgeous as summer flowers. Across the mountains and seas, across the sea of people, I came from afar, and you happened to be there. If you look back 500 times in your last life, you can pass the exam in this life, so how many times do you pass, you can pass a classmate for three years in this life! I met you in a poem and the spring breeze.
Acquaintances? Hold your hand and take your son with you.
We are under the same roof, under the same blue sky, on the same land, breathing and living together. Dreaming of youth is like flying time. Make an infinite wish every day, then bow your head and pray and fly with your head up. Dreams bloom in different places, or live in the present town, or stay in the distance. But the road to a better life is paved with sweat after all. A successful flower, people only envy its present brilliance. However, his buds were soaked with blood and rain of sacrifice and filled with tears of struggle. With you around, time is safe and the years are quiet. When I first met you, you were like a clear spring, pure and pure. If life is like the first time, it is the best encounter and my greatest luck. Holding your hand, in the brilliant flower season, continue to be happy all the way, * * * book the beauty of life. Why are you afraid of thorns when you stumble all the way? Give as much as you like and reap as much as you like. In order to achieve your ultimate goal, don't forget your innovative spirit. I would like to walk with my son to the end of the sun and the distance to the other side of the world.
Know each other, don't you Distant friends bring distant land closer.
Knowing each other, we spent year after year. At that time, the sky was always blue, and the days always passed too slowly. You always say that graduation is far away, and in the blink of an eye, we will go our separate ways. There is no time when a song ends and a movie ends. Now our poems are indifferent. Nowadays, our poems have turned yellow and our stories are getting old. Those most common fragments are deeply imprinted in time and become our best memories, the best youth and the best us. All the songs are scattered, but time is not old and we will not be scattered. I hope people will last for a long time, and thousands of miles are beautiful. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. May you walk out of the rest of your life and return to youth. May you return home with a full load and start with a childlike heart. Acquaintance is just a surprise for a better reunion next time.
Some people say: Life is like a box full of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get, but we always have to try, because that is the taste of youth. That year, we felt lonely in the best youth and realized the importance of each other. In other years, our youth is perfect. There is always a saying that will warm your heart on a snowy winter night; On a lonely night, there is always a lamp to light up your sky; There will always be a person who will hold your hand in youth and accompany you through this corner, leaving the most beautiful original intention. Perhaps in this different time, the friendship and care in our youth is the best youth and the best us.
There is our figure in the poem and our spirit of struggle. I believe that in the near future, we will finally find a place where we can realize our fantasy, hmm! Let's go Everything in this world meets, just like a cold current meets a warm current and there is rain; When spring meets winter, there will be years; When heaven and earth meet, there will be eternity. When we meet you, we will have a little luck. It's good to meet you in the distance in the most beautiful poem!
Poetry and distant composition 5
"Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance." Life is a journey. No matter how hard and tired you are now, you can still see the beautiful scenery in the distance. For life, we should have suitable hopes and dreams, not always thinking about being rich and expensive, fame and fortune, but also having a poetic attitude towards life that returns to nature and is extraordinary.
To plan your life, you need to build a dream that suits you. Dreams are not the same as being tall. Your dream can be to keep a cat in the dormitory or open a small flower shop. You can be a chef who communicates with food. Not everyone dreams of becoming an astronaut. There are not so many candidates in the world. You just need to think about yourself and suit yourself. When I was a child, I was often complacent, because I had a great goal of being an astronaut. After listening to other people's dreams, I secretly feel that I am not advanced enough and have a sense of superiority. Now that I think about it, it was me who was not advanced at that time. My dream is far away in life. Everyone has their own dreams, and what is suitable is the best.
Life needs a poetic attitude towards life that is indifferent to fame and fortune and detached from things. At one time, all the media were reporting a news. Ji Xianlin, who has always kept a low profile, announced to the outside world that he had won the three laurels of "National Treasure", "Master of Chinese Studies" and "Master of Literature". "YouHua learn basic better than me. Now it's really easy to wash away the bubble of fame and fortune! " Ji Lao said earnestly. This is indifferent to fame and fortune, detached attitude towards life. Under the interference of the external wind and rain, it is also the will of many people to remain firm in their hearts. Planning a successful life is not the constant pursuit of fame and fortune, extravagance and extravagance, nor can other people's thoughts gallop in their own minds, but the persistence of their own hearts, indifference to fame and fortune, and ultimately the achievement of poetic life.
Life needs self-confidence not to be knocked down by difficulties, and needs to pursue the true self. Tu Youyou was in the laboratory for a long time, and his body was seriously damaged by chemical harmful substances, so he got viral hepatitis. However, she was not knocked down by the immediate difficulties, and unswervingly walked towards the medicine in her heart that could save countless lives. Thanks to her perseverance, she finally succeeded. When you are struggling to the point where there is nothing you can do, raise your head, look into the distance, carry a bag full of poems on your back, and stick to the light in your heart.
Life is not only one hurdle after another, but also the dream in your heart and the light, poetry and distance around you. It is really the best summary of life.
Poetry and distant composition 6
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
What is poetry and distance?
It is the place that everyone of us yearns for, and it is the bright and quiet leisure in Tao Yuanming's mind of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; "I can't guess what pattern my poems and the distance will grow into in the ivory tower, but I resolutely planted the seeds", which is a long-term view of high romanticism.
Among ancient poetry, the most beautiful poem is used to describe a more beautiful distance. In the poem "Folk Songs" by Li He, although there is an inner confession of sighing and unwilling to sink, there is an artistic reverie that the cold wind turns into a spring willow and a withered willow cage into a light smoke. Although it is deeply depressed, there is still a feeling of self-encouragement between the lines of the poem.
"The cold wind has turned into a spring willow again, and all the lines look foggy." As described in life, although there are thorns everywhere, the cold wind is biting and unpleasant, it will eventually pass and be washed away by heavy rain. When all this is calm, it will usher in a warm spring and a romantic distance.
This is a poem.
It is true that at this age, we can't keep up with the rhythm of separation, and we cherish the rare freedom even more. We are all living a hard and anxious life for the time being, fearing that one day we will wake up and never see that soft and dazzling light again. Time is safe, time is quiet, and everything is as beautiful, simple and simple as clear and transparent spring water. In this glorious season, we chose comfort, but later, comfort left us.
At this age, we live in such a mess, without the freshness and refinement in ancient poetry, the gentleness of "being and only" in math textbooks, and the clear boundaries between latitude and longitude in geographical atlas, but we are unique in the complicated loneliness of English vocabulary. There is no song without a song ending, and there is no movie without a song ending. Many years later, our poems may become cold, but at least they are warm.
It's far away
Beautiful things are always desirable, just like distant fields. Some people may say that there is nothing in the distance, and the farther away, the more lonely it is. However, if the heart is far away, go ahead bravely, and dreams will lead the way. As for it, it will go, and the footprints will be connected into a life line, so it will be fearless and lonely.
While the sun is just right, while the breeze is still wet, while Pinellia flowers bloom, while the rain falls on the streets, while there is still strength to go far, don't stop, don't wait and see, and leave the best beauty to the best yourself.
The so-called poetry and distance
The "getting along" in the general population is nothing more than self in real life, and "poetry and distance are the ideal life." Real life is inevitably repetitive, monotonous or controversial. Therefore, under the heavy life, we should give ourselves a chance to fly, and smear layers of poetry in the boring years. It is precisely because of the immediate difficulties in life that we should cherish poetry and distance.
The so-called poetry and distance, just because, get through the present, there is a long-term future.
When you have survived all the spring, summer, autumn and winter, you will find that life is really not just the present, but the poems and distant places at the other end of the road are more worth visiting!
Poetry and distant composition 7
May we all find our own poems and distant places.
Impetuous society, like a dusty sea of sand, is surging with an undercurrent called "desire". People abandon the pure land they once adhered to and turn to the virtual world addicted to money: vent their resentment against hopeless life and dissatisfaction with their superiors in the paralyzed "Tik Tok"; Pour out the pressure of study and examination in "online games", deviate from your original heart in a small screen, and gradually move away from the other side of your dream. The rapidly rotating pointer on the dial will not let you go for any reason, it will only mercilessly sweep away the years that have not been cherished by you, sweep away the beautiful poetry and quietly disappear at the end of the years.
However, even in the abyss under thousands of miles of ice, there are always people looking for the first ray of sunshine.
They are a Xiang Lian in the years like songs, and a blade in the years like water. Through the chaotic sky, in the Peach Blossom Garden that belongs only to you, look for poems in your heart and far away. "Life has its own poems, and the beauty of poetry lies in the four seasons." Recently, the popular Chinese Poetry Conference made many netizens say that they were "circled by Dong Qing". Her confident posture and extraordinary speech are undoubtedly the most brilliant light in the feast of poetry. When asked "What do you want to do when you are old", she smiled and responded: "I just want a room, a pot of tea and a book." Just like an otherworldly paradise, the past is like a floating cloud floating in the wind, turning notes and touching poetically between fragrant tea, sunset, tired birds returning to the forest and the bright moon in the sky.
If the poem in Dong Qing's heart is indifferent after being honed by the world, then the poem in this girl's heart is calm and happy to dance with the poetry book.
She is Wu Yishu. The phrase "I was in the wild in July, at home in August, at home in September, and I hid bees under the bed in October" made many people remember this girl from Fudan High School. She passed all the way, and finally won the second season champion of China Poetry Conference. At that moment, she bloomed brilliantly, making her regretless years burn warmly in the youthful Yuan Ye. After catching a cold, she said frankly: I like swimming in the world of poetry!
Boring life needs poetry to adjust rich colors; Sleepless nights need poetry to soothe restless souls; Lost eyes need poetry to awaken the deepest desire.
Maybe the golden age of your life is over, maybe the bright moon in your heart is already overcast, but please don't forget: flowers are at the end of the dust, faithful wife!
May you leave the rest of your life and return as a teenager; May we all embark on a poetic road leading to a distant place.