Do you know that there are more philosophical poems or prose here?

Selected poems of Wang Guozhen.

Back. Back.

It's always simple.

Simple. It's a kind of landscape.

Back. Always young.

Young. It's a kind of clarity.

Back. Always very reserved.

Reserved. It's a charm.

Back. It's always lonely.

Alone. It's more memorable.

Don't rush to see each other.

Don't rush to see each other.

Leave another white dream for the sky.

White dreams.

The rain hits the plantain and the tears wet the railing.

Don't rush to see each other.

Wait for the courtyard to bloom with warm magnolias.

Cozy magnolia.

Raise a glass and make the flower full moon.

Don't rush to see each other.

Since we have been separated for a long, long time.

Peace is a long-cherished wish.

There is no end to sorrow, and lovesickness is endless.

This is Wang Guozhen's poem, which is quite good.

Zhou Guoping's prose is also quite good, and his essay is a little more philosophical, but I only read a little bit and can't stand it.

Xi Murong's poems are short, classic, and very readable.

Do you like foreign poets?

Tagore is a little closer to life, and you will resonate a little.

If you like the philosophy of the Buddha.

You can go to see Li Shutong and Nan Huaijin, my teacher highly recommends us to see Nan Huaijin.

Now there are many new books by Lao Tzu and Confucius, which are written in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, with a story.

Lin Yutang's works are very good, as well as Lin Qingxuan's prose.

Prose poetry has given the new poets too much stylistic freedom, which not only causes the excessive pursuit of prose beauty by the new poets, but also promotes the extreme confrontation between the stylistic freedom and the stylistic laws that have existed for a long time in the history of the construction of the new poetry style, which is one of the important reasons why the new poetry in the past century cannot establish a relatively stereotyped poetic style. Below I bring you a selection of philosophical prose poems, I hope it will be useful to you.

I want the heartbeat of running to decorate the flowers of the Spring River, so that the world of Weirui will become as small as me.

I want the heartbeat of running, away from the cliché, kiss goodbye to a touch of warm sun, and let the branches of my heart be bright.

I want the heartbeat of running, with my wanton words and laughter, and the tears like ice crystals, drowning in the happy Huashao.

I want the beating of the running heart, the fragrance of the liquor, to be a daring idiot, to get the poems drunk today.

I want the heartbeat of running, listening to the loneliness of the cold wind, dancing the shadow of the solo dance, and the pain is wonderful.

I want the beating of my running heart, the dawn that pierces the sky, the dark horizon, and the treetops of light.

I want the running heartbeat, the unstoppable wave, the hot blood, to measure how high the sky is.

I want the heartbeat of running, wake up the feet that want to fly, hold the flowers and bloom dreams, and set off immediately, just because we are young.

The excitement is fake, and there are people holding back tears in the crowd.

The happy smile was to hide the lonely heart, so someone walked and sang a song.

If there is no confidant around, what can you do if you have a confidant?

Everyone needs a quiet, long-term audience.

I can't finish my road, I can't finish my stories, I don't need an audience.

You are still alone in that city, with the bustling concrete in front of you.

You say I'm wild like the wind, and I say you're a quiet swamp.

I've left everybody, I've left every city.

What I can't do without is my own and your so-called loneliness, and I am not lonely.

So I continued to walk, and so I continued to wander the world.

You say I'm wild like the wind, and I say I don't want to go into your swamp.

During the night I had a dream.

In my dreams, I was very happy and had no sorrows.

In my dreams, there are people I like, things I like.

The family in the dream is healthy and the relatives are friendly.

In my dream, I have a successful career and a happy family.

The sun is shining, and the dream is awake.

The repetitive life began again, but today it seems to be different.

Because I seem to know the meaning of my life.

The jungle in a dream.

In the distance where the sun rises.

The spring breeze only kisses lightly.

The branches breed a scene of immaturity and purity.

I love that pale goose yellow.

The jungle in a dream.

In the distance where the rainbow rises.

Abundant rain and sun in summer.

The branches and leaves grew wildly into a mysterious barrier.

I can't read the desire to grow unchecked.

The jungle in a dream.

In the misty distance.

The autumn breeze is sassy, and the desire is no longer arrogant.

Autumn leaves falling from the branches.

I praise this magnificent parting.

The jungle in a dream.

In the silent and lonely distance.

Dressed in a neon feather coat in winter.

Invite the snowflakes to dance.

1, "Far and Near" (Gu Cheng).

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

2, "Accidental" (Xu Zhimo).

I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

3, "Mistake" (Zheng Chouyu).

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come. The catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The trampling sound is silent. The spring of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

I Da sells the horseshoe of the jujube is a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

4, "Alley" (Gu Cheng).

Alley. It's curved and long.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

5, "Weight" (Han Han).

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight. 6, "Arc" (Gu Cheng).

Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. The vine thought because of the illusion.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

7, "Far Away" (Sanmao).

How far away is it?

Please, please tell me, to the ends of the earth, is it far?

Ask your heart, as long as it answers in the middle of the spring, there is no place, it can't be so far.

8, "Homesickness" (Yu Guangzhong).

Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, heh. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

9, "Choice" (Xi Murong).

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

In a flash, all the sweetness and sadness there.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

I bow down and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Farewell to you. Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

10, "Hope" (Xi Murong).

Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

So long a lifetime.

No, it's just, it's just.

Philosophical and reasoning essays, that is, essays that talk about philosophy and enlighten life in the form of prose.

It is divided into: classic philosophical essays, love philosophical essays, life philosophical essays, and friendship philosophical essays.

Classic philosophical essays, philosophical essays on love, philosophical essays on life, philosophical essays on friendship.