Can you express your feelings in poetry? Write poetry.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the campus looked like?

The branches and leaves of the proud frost and green bamboo.

The cold stamen and cold fragrance of the red plum in the snow.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the campus looked like?

The autumn sound of the forest sycamore.

The fallen leaves of the willows are flying.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the campus looked like?

The sun-covered green vines are dense like weaving.

The green shade of the pavilion plantain is cool.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the campus looked like?

The red eaves and the sky reflect each other.

The lonely watch of the small bridge and the pool.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the classroom looked like?

Have you ever rolled up the blinds to look at the moon and soar to fly?

Have you ever pushed the window and looked out into the distance?

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the classroom looked like?

The wall clock was reincarnated into three years of golden years.

That ancient admonition exhorts us to be virtuous and self-reliant.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the classroom looked like?

The New Year's party was full of fire trees and silver flowers.

The mellow aroma of green onions and aged vinegar when making dumplings on the winter solstice.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what the classroom looked like?

How much heat and vanity were blown away by those fans.

How much light and brilliance those few electric lights bring.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what I looked like?

Who recites in the morning and gets up early to startle the drop of morning dew among the flowers.

Who is the night chanting and returning at night to take away the clouds in the sky.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what I looked like?

Who led you into the secluded realm of edelweiss?

Who led you to translate Huaqingchi's swan song.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what I looked like?

Have you forgotten the coin you bit out when eating dumplings?

Have you forgotten the girl with the oil-paper umbrella at the party?

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

Do you remember what I looked like?

Have you forgotten my strings and the story of time?

Have you forgotten the tip of my pen and the lines of poetry of my youth?

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

But we want heaven to be separated.

Can the peach and plum in the city withstand the wind and rain?

I don't know if you're as hesitant as I am.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

But we want heaven to be separated.

But for these three years of unfazed classmates to read.

I have to let you and I stand up the sun in the sound of the broken hung many times.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

But we want heaven to be separated.

Youth is on the same road, and the sun is red.

Don't be afraid of the wind and frost on the way.

When the familiar snowflakes float again.

But we want heaven to be separated.

When we have finished our blessings, we will whip our way.

Because time and times are on your shoulders.

I wrote it from my diary.

There are too many writes, three or four hundred, which one do you want? Modern lyricism?

Nian'an, the tide faded, and the mood was adjusted to zero

The rain drenched his cheeks

Silent people

When will you look back at me?

Night、Indulge in telling that singing and crying fate、

But who? Can you still remember that relationship?

The bleak wind blows the emaciated man

The lonely heart is waiting to unlock the person、

Looking at it from afar, that part of the relationship is still not scattered

It's just that the song is a little too sad

Fuqin to the moon, already drunk

Fate comes and goes, love is over

My world is known only to you

You don't need any emotion

Looking at the gray sky with a light smile、

The fate is over, why force it?

Case. Let's let everything know, right?

I wonder if this is an irresistible fate?

Who knows the answer?

The next morning it was dark, and I closed the door tightly, refusing to love in the past; I walked along the path, begging for a living, crossing the sea and wasteland, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new ......

Snow in the south for a day.

Remnants of riverside flowers.

Laugh and ask the swinger.

The end of the world can be like home.

The feeling is that I feel homesick.

"Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" - Haizi.

1. Original text: From tomorrow, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring.

2. Experience: We all know that as one of the representatives of the Hazy Poetry School, although his achievements in poetry are very high, it can be said that he has influenced a generation, but it is inevitable that he will talk about his suicide by lying on the rails.

No matter what he went through during his lifetime, I think, it was a process of positive pain and suffering. We may never know how many times he had the urge to commit suicide, how many times he planned, how many times he hesitated and hoped, and what ultimately made him go to death. And what we do know is that he has many, many excellent works, including "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

The work is touching, peaceful, hopeful and legible. Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world. Food, vegetables, and correspondence with loved ones. I have something to do, someone to love, and I have a dream.

will also bless strangers, mention love, and wish to end up married! Plain and sincere. At present, some people blindly pursue the obscurantist purpose of results, power, money, and various involutions, when can we slow down and have more sincere care and help!

Everyone is an adult, so you don't have to be so vulnerable" and so on, is that what adults should be? I think there could be other possibilities ......）

As far as I'm concerned......

3. How to write the feelings and experiences of reading poetry in the form of a diary?

3-1 When you make key points and excerpts from the classics, what you write down and what you see are different.

3-2 When it comes to personal understanding, it is not a separate translation, but it is necessary to consider the psychology of some characters and the background of the times.

3-3 Refer to your actual situation, what you can do at the moment, and what inspiration you have;

3-4 "Reading to gain something" requires long-term considerations in addition to the present.

PS: Friend, I'm still in school. Language, or language ability, depends on one's own long-term accumulation, and it is important not to take shortcuts.

Please eat and try to be a little poet, this poem expresses your feelings, that you did not adapt to the world when you were young, and you were born to love the scenery of nature.

The mistake fell into the net, and in the blink of an eye, it has been more than ten years away from the countryside.

The birds in the cage miss the forest where they used to live, and the fish in the pond miss the deep pool where they used to play.

Elm and willow trees shade the back eaves, and peach and plum trees are neatly planted in front of the house.

In the distance, the houses of the neighboring villages are faintly visible, and the smoke of cooking smoke wafts above the villages.

A few dogs barked in the deep alleys, and roosters crowed from the top of the mulberry trees.

There are no worldly trivial things in the courtyard, and some of the quiet rooms are comfortable and leisurely.

After being trapped in a cage for a long time and having no freedom, I finally returned to Linshan today.

The peach blossoms are beckoning around, and the industrious little bees are collecting honey.

She smeared another layer of pink clothes on the pink peach blossoms.

Don't think about it, it's impossible.

Atiati, crackling.

Simple life, maybe paradise but often sunset.

Simple life, perhaps all the gongs that reject reality.

When the gong crept through my eardrums.

A kaleidoscope on the radio.

It's a simple life.

It's the dream that can't be locked and is about to start.

The feelings of the poems are as follows:

Poetry, like dusk and dawn, also has a gap in the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of people due to different perspectives or other perceptions. Poetry has become an ornament now, and it is not as popular as **, prose, and scripts.

Its situation is extremely embarrassing and difficult, and it is precisely because of this embarrassment that too many poetry creators, poets and poetry critics have explored through multiple channels and directions.

Poetry should be rational, human, and natural, not linguistic, literal, not poetic, but human. Poetry lies in lyrical expression, just like flowering without fruit, emphasizing reason and ignoring emotion.

Indeed, the formation of any thing and thing always requires a painstaking and long process, just like building a knife, the first thing you need is a good hole in the raw materials, then smelting, hammering, and finally casting and use. Poetry creators should also apply to this process.

Good poetry is in the folk", poetry is life, emotion, and reason. Indeed, where crops grow, poetry also grows, and it is precisely because of this sentiment of the poet that it will resonate and inspire a large number of readers. Living in a country full of poetry like China, our poets should advocate farmers with the lives of farmers.

Guide the peasants, give them their minds and tastes, let them read their own happiness, sorrows, gains and losses from our poems, they live, plant, harvest, sow seeds, to experience the thickness of the peasants' diligence and honesty, to appreciate the greatness and glory of labor. Let yourself be picked up in rural life. Pay attention to life, love, landscapes, etc.

Let your creations be created from different angles, so that you can constantly enrich yourself, so that you will not go it alone and insist on going your own way. Poetry should be popularized, so that it can be closer to the hearts of the people in Qiaozhou.

Feelings about poetry "Reference" (must adopt mine):

A good poem must always make a breakthrough, make a discovery, create something original, give people new ideas, give people enlightenment, give people an upward spirit, and let readers enjoy a fresh and unique sense of beauty. The success or failure of a poem has many factors, such as whether the creator of the poem has a foundation in life, whether he captures the image of beauty, whether he gives wings to thought, whether he has the ability to control language and writing, etc., but he believes that whether the creator of the poem can get a unique artistic feeling from life is an important condition for whether a poem is unique.

It is precisely because artistic feeling is a skill in poetry creation that true poetry creators are always very good at grasping this golden key to open the door to the muse. The famous literary theorist Lunacharsky praised Heine, saying that he had all three basic characteristics of any artist, and the first was "a special sensitivity to the surrounding environment, a special and strong sensibility." Wordsworth also emphasized that "every valuable poem, no matter how different the subject matter, is due to the author's extraordinary sensibility."

And I thought about it for a long time. "Since artistic feeling is an essential skill of the poet and the key to the success or failure of a poem, it is important to clarify the definition and nature of artistic feeling.

It is undeniable that poetry, ** in life, however, is higher than life. But. It doesn't necessarily mean that if he lives a life, he will be able to write poetry.

Poetry is not a photographic reproduction of real life. It is the wave of emotions aroused by real life in the hearts of poetry creators, and it requires creators to build a bridge between life and art in order to lead to the other side - the land of poetry. And the artistic feeling is this bridge.

The poet can accept the impression of reality in the form of poetry, and can reproduce that impression in the image of the poem with the help of fantasy activities. Clever poetry creators are always good at absorbing the elements of those poems in life through their own unique artistic feelings, and mobilizing their own associations and imaginations, fermenting and chemically treating those elements, and then brewing poems.

From the perspective of the poet himself, artistic feeling is a function that the mind should have in poetry creation, and from the perspective of the creative process, artistic feeling is the author's conception process of artistic understanding, artistic experience and artistic discovery of life. In this way, Yu believes that the definition of artistic feeling should be: the author experiences life with his own mind, so that he can discover the process of conception of the image of the emotion-filled thought on his own.

Stretching this definition out, this is the nature of artistic feelings.

China is a country of poetry. The history of poetry has a long history, and there are many famous writers, and the famous works are voluminous, which are magnificent in Chinese civilization. The poem, with its concise language and beautiful words, expresses the author's feelings.

Opening the floodgates of memory, I found one of my favorite poems. It was the work of the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu.

"Mountain Walk". The whole poem has four sentences, which are written like this: "Far up the cold mountain stone path slopes, there are people in the depths of the white clouds." Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. ”

This poem describes the beautiful scenery that the poet saw while walking in the mountains in late autumn. The poet skillfully captures several landscapes seen on the way to the mountain: looking at a mountain road paved with rocks winding in the distance, stretching to the top of the high mountain and looking at the white clouds in the mountains, a few families are faintly visible, and the maple leaves around them are like fire, and they are even more red and delicate, far better than the flowers in early spring and February.

Here, there are white clouds, red leaves, and bright colors; Mountain roads, maple forests, people's houses, harmonious and warm; There is also a poet who stops to watch the evening scene of the maple forest because he loves it, and he is also in this painting, which makes the picture more affectionate. Writing about autumn scenes, the whole poem does not have a sad and gloomy atmosphere. In particular, the last sentence compares maple leaves to flowers, which is very novel.

The flowers in February are beautiful and charming, but as soon as the spring breeze blows and the spring rain showers, they will be scattered into mud and go away with the flowing water. However, the maple leaves turned fiery red in the fight against the autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn frost, showing vigorous vitality. This is why the poet is particularly fond of maple groves.

It is also the charm of this poem that has been passed down through the ages.

Walking in the Ancient Poetry Garden, we can enjoy all kinds of ancient poems. The parting feelings, spring, summer, autumn and winter in ancient poems, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, landscapes, scenic spots, and historic sites in ancient poems are all the legacies left by ancient poets for our future generations and are the treasures of the Chinese nation.