Live poetically, work at sunrise every day, rest at sunset, pedestrians rush by every day, and we are all struggling in a seemingly peaceful life. If we live poetically, it seems to me that it is not Hemingway's romance when he looks up at Kilimanjaro's snow, nor Thoreau's loneliness when he lives alone by Walden Lake, but that in the complicated reality, we leave a pure land to plant our ideals, and then continue to struggle until we harvest a golden wheat field of life. This poetic life is exactly the three realms of life in Wang Guowei's "thorns on earth". Ideal. It is the first level of realm: "A person in a tall building will see the end of the world." It was the ideal that lit the spark, washed away the vast dust, and let us see the horizon at a glance and start the journey of pursuit. Tagore once said, "The paradise in my poems is the ideal in my heart." It is the ideal in the heart that will strive to pursue a poetic paradise. To live poetically, we must first have an ideal, whether it is dim or brilliant, whether it is small or great. Without ideals, how can the flowers bloom brilliantly in spring, how can the stars twinkle in Yin Hui in summer, how can we set sail on the road of life, and how can we draw a poem for the blue sky? Struggle is the second level of realm: "I don't regret it because my belt is getting wider." In "Wu Fengqi", Liu Yong tells his thoughts about Iraqis and his poetic life, waiting for him to struggle to realize his ideal. In reality, living poetically means picking up the axe of struggle, chopping the ideal stone, rolling up a thousand waves, and competing with lofty sentiments. Yesterday, Qin Shihuang set the ideal of unifying the whole country. Every step was slow and steady, attacking Xiongnu in the north, recovering Hetao in the south and reverting to Xiang Jun. The pace of struggle never stopped, and finally he was able to wipe out the six countries and sweep the spectacular scene of the Central Plains. Struggle makes the ideal shine, makes the road of life wider and wider, bears the unbearable weight of life, is chic and free, and is full of ambition, propping up a sunny day in life. Who can say that such a life is not poetic? Harvest. It is the third level: "suddenly looking back, that person is under the dim light." When the source of struggle waters the ideal field, autumn is the harvest season. This golden wheat field reflects a shining road of life. No matter how big or small this "wheat field" is, it doesn't matter whether the harvest is worth paying. As long as it is a harvest, it is already a result. If you succeed, you will get flowers and applause. If you fail, you will gain an experience, learn many lessons and start over. As Ji Xianlin, a master of Chinese studies, once said, "A person's life is like writing a poem. Your success and failure are all poems, a little poetry. " Harvest is the harvest of ideal, the harvest of struggle and the harvest of poetic life. Although our life is not like Li Bai's "Oh, let a spiritual person go to his favorite place to take risks and spin a thousand pieces of silver, they are all back!" " Ideal makes it bright, struggle makes it real, and harvest makes it have a golden poetic style. Break the lock of fate with persistence, let life live a poetic life, plant ideals and make unremitting efforts. I believe that there will be a harvest of "geese lead my heart to worry, mountains hold a good moon"! The famous teacher's comments on the poet's life may be poetic, but the poetic life cannot be limited to poets or poems; In addition to the artistic conception that gives people a sense of beauty, it also contains people's attitude towards life, quality of life and value orientation. Candidates have thoroughly grasped the connotation of the examination questions from the three realms-ideal, struggle and harvest-in Wang Guowei's "Words on Earth" and excavated their own unique thoughts. Without superhuman wit, it is impossible to reach this level. The article breaks the traditional writing style of reasoning with a straight face, develops it with smart pen and ink full of prose charm, or quotes famous sayings and aphorisms, or flexibly uses poetic allusions. All ancient and modern materials are intended to be essays. For example, statements such as "If there is no ideal, how can the flowers in spring bloom brilliantly" are full of rationality; Such as "such a life, who dares to say that it is not poetic" and other statements are magnificent. It reads like flowing water, which is amazing.