We read and write poetry not because it's fun, but because we are part of humanity, and humanity is full of passion. Yes, medicine, law, business, engineering—these are lofty pursuits, enough to sustain a lifetime. But poetry, beauty, romance, love—these are the meaning of our lives.
I went to the woods,
because I wished to
live deliberately,
to learn the lessons of life,
and crush everything that is life itself,
so that when I came to die , I might
not discover that I had not lived
. You must strive to find your own voice. For the later you begin to search, the less likely you are to find it.
Gather your buds while they are still
blooming; The old days are gone forever .
The flower that smiles today will
wither in the wind tomorrow
. Dare to go against the current.
Thoreau said, "Most people live in quiet despair." Don't fall into that trap; break free. Don't flee like a mouse; look around you and dare to forge your own path.
No matter what anyone tells you
, words and ideas can change the world. (Learn to think, learn to appreciate literature and language.) Regardless of what others say, words and thoughts can indeed change the world.
Once you feel you understand, you must look at it from a different perspective. This may seem absurd or foolish, but you must try. Similarly, when reading, don't just think about what the author thinks; think about what you think.
Truth is like a blanket that always keeps your feet cold
. No matter how you pull or tug, it's never enough.
Kick it, hit it, it can never cover us.
From the moment we are born crying
to the moment we are dying
It will only cover your face
No matter how much pain you endure
No matter how much pain you endure No matter
how you scream
Then I had faith
Then I had imagination
I was infected by their obsessive mockery
Then I saw the Congo River
Flowing across the black earth
Drawing a golden line through the forest
Maintaining your faith among the crowd is a difficult thing. You don't need to perform, just be yourself.
Standing on the roof of the world, I shout my wild cry, "
Be a true God!" I stand upon my desk to remind myself
that we must constantly look at things in a different way. The theme can be simple, just don't be too cliché. Don't think, just answer... Release your mind, use your imagination, say the first thought that jumps into your head, even if it's nonsense. To fully understand poetry, we must first understand its style, rhythm, and rhetoric, and then ask two questions: First, how is the theme of the poem artistically realized? Second, what is the importance of the theme of the poem? I saw sweetness in her smile Her eyes sparkled But life is so complicated I am satisfied As long as I know As long as I know She is still alive Unyielding to adversity, facing the enemy with fearless spirit. I hope to gain profundity, to absorb the essence of life, to crush everything that is not life, so that when I die, I will not find that I have never lived. The poet of death is dedicated to absorbing the essence of life.
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