Essay The Beauty of Poetry Hurry!!

Nature, with its power to turn decay into magic, beautiful mountains, clear rivers, and winding paths, all of which are masterpieces of nature. We listen, watch, smell and enjoy the beauty of nature.

In the early morning, the sun shines from the horizon, illuminating every corner of the world, and we feel the beauty of nature's light at this time.

In the night sky, a bright crescent moon accompanied by dazzling stars. The elegant piano melody shuttles through the moonlight, and at this time, we appreciate the harmonious beauty of nature.

In the field, a burst of rice fragrance accompanied by birdsong blows in the face, the melody of spring, the crisp frog song for us to play, we sing and laugh, at this time, we feel the relaxed beauty of nature.

The top of the mountain, a single pine stands tall, look at it, as if the world is under your feet, Lingyun peak, green pine and strange cypress, at this time, we appreciate the precipitous beauty of nature.

By the river, the rocks that had been rounded and smooth were shining, and the river was still washing. At this point, what we feel is the beauty of nature's integration.

In the courtyard, a puddle of rainwater accumulates in a small hole in the bluestone slab, and the raindrops keep falling and "knocking off". Finally, the water drops wear through the stone, and at this time, what we recognize is the eternal beauty of nature.

All kinds of beauty are transformed into a poem in praise of nature. Indeed, the immortal beauty of nature is worthy of our heartfelt appreciation and chanting.

The memories left to us by nature, although time has passed, but the memory will not be erased, and sincerely discovering every beauty in nature is the true meaning of our life.

Discover the beauty of nature and appreciate the different worlds, let's come together!

O lazy poet, how will you remedy it?

Are you really snub about the beauty rendering?

Truth and beauty are intertwined with my love;

In the same way, you have to trust in it to be revealed.

You don't have to paint a fixed color to fix it;

Beauty does not need to be painted with ink to paint the true face of beauty;

There is no need to mix, perfection is always perfect. ”

Don't he need praise and you keep silent?

Don't defend silence, because you have power.

that he may be more old than a gilded tomb, and that he will be forever praised in the years to come.

Be unforgiving, poet, and I will teach you how.

that he will be admired as much as he is now.

The problem is not clear, I can't understand what the landlord means.

Who needs stars, who will gaze in the night Looking for distant comfort Who doesn't want Every day It's a poem Every word is a star Like a bee fluttering in the heart Who doesn't want to have a soft evening Soft as a lake Fireflies and stars swim among the water lilies Who doesn't like spring, birds fall all over the branches Like stars falling all over the sky The sound of twinkling shimmering wafting from afar Clusters of white lilacs are hazy If every corner of the earth is full of light Who needs stars, who will burn lonely in the cold Looking for the hope of the stars Who wants to write poems of suffering year after year Every capital is a group of trembling stars Like ice and snow covering the heart Who wants to watch the night freeze Stiff like a piece of land The wind blows down one thin star after another Who doesn't like fluttering flags, loves fire Springsing out of the golden stars When the stars in the sky are tired—rise To illuminate where the sun can't.

Farewell Cambridge. Zang Ke's family... Shu Ting's hazy poetry... Wang Guowei's love poems...

The passing years have passed by ...... in a hurry

Stepping on the fragments of the sun under your feet, without warning, perhaps it is also habitual nature. I walked to the old house.

The old house is very ordinary, just a wooden house, the red couplet on the door has long been eroded by the years, and the stone slab under it has been polished into a pleasant gray by years of rain, unassuming, but very beautiful.

The hustle and bustle and beauty of the world, the joy and happiness of the world, have become a clear stream, and the warmth gushes out like a spring, and the heart has mixed feelings--- old house, old house.

I gently opened the door and entered, as if the shackles of life were opened in an instant, and I held the fragrant tea in my hand and slowly savored the ......

Almost everything inside has been moved, and there is a counter, which is used by grandpa to see a doctor. As a child, he was often seen taking out a jar from there, then pouring out some powder and wrapping it for the patient. Someone will come and say thank you in a few days.

So I was very curious and asked my grandfather what was inside. My grandfather would mysteriously tell me to look at the things in 3 years, but I didn't know that I had forgotten this promise.

The wind blows up the ...... of the years that are broken like flowers

Go further inside. It is a large stove, and inside it is a place to make a fire for cooking during the New Year's holiday. The white lime is somewhat peeling off, revealing mottled marks.

There was a large pile of dry firewood next to it, and it seemed that I could still smell it, a good smell. I seemed to see my grandmother's vicissitudes of life smiling at me again; "Come, look, how delicious. "My hand touched an angular taste.

And reality is like a misty world, carrying dreams and ...... without commitment

I jumped up the wooden steps as I had done when I was a child, and as soon as I had jumped a step, there was a heavy sound on the board, which made me worry about whether the board would be able to bear my weight, so I had to do it. When I was a child, I remembered the "babbling" sound of the wooden board when I liked to jump on it, and I would run to the vegetable garden excitedly like a child who got a lollipop, and express my joy by running.

So, naturally, I saw the holes in the vegetable garden again. Oh, that was dug by my rabbit a few years ago. It was clever enough to dig 10 holes, each one bottomless and leading to the same spot, and I was calm that day, and I watched quietly as the tuft of white fluff disappeared into my eyeliner.

Goodbye, goodbye, never again. I meditated in my heart.

I looked up, the sun was shining, and the ginkgo trees in the vegetable garden had already grown past the wall, rustling, as if to welcome me. I carefully plucked a piece of ginkgo, placed it in the palm of my hand, and the wind carried it away, flying.

When I walked out of the old house, I felt much more relaxed.