Poetry and Distant Composition

Practical poems and distant compositions (general 23 articles) In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from Through the transformation of compressed and concise language that oneself can understand, it is transformed into an expanded external language form that has a standardized grammatical structure and can be understood by others. So have you ever understood composition? Below are poems and distant compositions collected by the editor. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them.

Poetry and Distance Composition Part 1 "Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance." Travel is my "poetry and distance". I carried my luggage and came to Lushan Mountain. Viewed from the side, the mountains are continuous; viewed from the side, the peaks are towering. From a distance, the mountain peaks appear and disappear in the mist like a shy girl; when approaching, the green cypresses in the sky are tall and tall. As the saying goes, "Viewed horizontally, there are ridges and peaks, with different heights from near to far." The Mawei Waterfall hanging on the beautiful peak cascades down from the top of the mountain like thousands of horses galloping. Three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls in the nine heavens." In front of the waterfall, there is a statue of the poet Li Bai. I saw him holding the bottle in his left hand and the scroll in his right hand, with a calm and relaxed expression, as if a famous saying from the ages was about to blurt out. The breeze blows on my face, and a coolness penetrates my heart, refreshing me. This must be the legendary fairyland and poetry, right? This is the distance I have been pursuing in my dreams, right? I carry my luggage and walk in an unknown place. On the famous small bridge, the bridge is made of wood and the bridge railings have no carvings, but it does not appear crude. The water in the south of the Yangtze River flows quietly through this small bridge. Standing on it and leaning on the bridge railing, you can clearly see the bottom of the water. The red and white fish slowly shook their fins and tails in the slow water, adding a touch of color to the clear water. Before I knew it, it started to rain lightly. In the mist and mist, the bridge was covered with a thin veil, adding a sense of mystery to the bridge. Standing on the bridge, watching the raindrops making ripples on the water, the fish seemed to be familiar with it all and still swam leisurely. The melodious flute sound coming from the black and white alley in the distance is refreshing and refreshing. The raindrops seemed to be afraid of disturbing me. They fell gently on the umbrella, beside me, and in my heart. Bridges, umbrellas, fish, alleys, rain, and rivers are like a moving ink painting, and I am nostalgic in these little ink marks, chanting my poems, and savoring my distance. I carried my luggage and walked on the mountain road. The mountain road is paved with bluestones, and a few green grasses try hard to poke their heads out of the gaps between the stones. The road follows the undulating mountains, winding among green bamboos, pines, and rocks. The sunlight shines through the dense branches and leaves on the mountain road, making it mottled. The road is not narrow, but dense plants or rocks block your view. Most of the time you can only see the road not far ahead. But I didn't hesitate, because my heart was already far away. It is a spiritual station where you can appreciate the beauty of nature, enjoy the poetry and paintings, and appreciate the various aspects of life. Dreams sometimes seem out of reach, but if you have a distant heart, you will eventually have a bright future. Both body and soul must be on the road, so I choose to travel. Traveling to the ends of the earth, traveling across thousands of rivers and mountains, leaving my own poetry in every corner of the world, I carried my luggage and headed for the distance.

Poetry and Distant Places Composition 2 In the past, we always looked for fun in the gaps in life, although that does not mean that the years are peaceful, even though there is a little bit of cruelty in the bland loss of reality. , but he still retains the taste of speaking Tibetan over the years. I have several roommates who have discussed waiting to travel to Tibet during the summer or winter vacation. But no matter what, they didn't take action later, because there seemed to be a problem with their discussions, or a certain process in it became the cause of interruption, or their own otaku nature was always exposed, and they never Their determination to see poetry and distant places has not changed. We once stayed in the same place for a long time, but when we really said we wanted to break up, we simply turned around and left without looking back. At that time, we didn't expect that a relationship would be so long-lasting, but it was also true. So simple, but when it really happens in real life, you will understand that nothing is impossible. It seems that those relationships that you have always felt are very strong, but in fact they are not lacking in maintenance. They may just maintain the relationship on the surface, which looks very good, but in fact the core is empty and dry. . When we can really see the reality of life clearly, we will really have room to grow, or grow up further. Everyone is growing up on the long road of life, and everyone is experiencing interests and hobbies that we did not have before or have lost, but all of this tells us a truth, people are always moving forward. , no turning back.

Poetry and Distant Places Composition Part 3 They all say that childhood is for memories, and the memories are all beautiful. But for me, it doesn't feel like that. Although childhood is beautiful, for me, growing up is an even better process. And I always believe that my life is getting better and better, and I don't want to look back. In many, many free moments, I like to pick up a pen and paper and write my own words. I feel that this is never a burden, it is a process of enjoyment and happiness. I heard the rain outside the window, and my thoughts began to wander again.

I think about the unfinished dream I will have tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I love wandering very much, even though I don’t know what the content is. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had been wandering for a long time. But I don’t regret this process. I think this is enjoyment. What is life? I don’t know. No one in this world can tell me a standard. I can only follow my heart to live, love and understand. In fact, more often than not, I am unwilling to say these words because they make me feel very sad. After all, I don't have to be a philosopher, and these big principles are of no use to me. I think I am still a carefree girl, dancing in the wind, walking in the rain, listening to music and writing my stories late at night. We reach the distance with dreams in mind. I know that those so-called poems and distance are waiting for me on the other side in front. I carry confidence and bravery in my bag. I don’t envy others nor am I jealous of others. I just stay true to myself.

Poetry and Distant Places Composition Part 4 Life is not just about the present, but also poetry and distant places. Every time I read a poem, ripples will appear in my heart, and I will think of the beautiful life of fantasy. I have encountered the most beautiful ancient poems, and I will meet you again. In the days when we met and got to know each other, let’s talk about the distance in poetry. Encounter? We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but we are not acquainted by chance. I have always believed that all this has been destined for a long time. After a hundred years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and after ten thousand years of cultivation, we can learn from classmates. In adolescence, when life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, it is your luck to be with you, and it is my blessing too. Across mountains and seas, and through mountains and seas of people, I came from afar, and you happened to be there too. If it takes five hundred times of looking back in my previous life to exchange for one passing by in this life, then how many times will I pass by? Only in exchange for three years of classmates in this life! In the poem, I met you and bumped into the spring breeze. Meet? Hold your hand and go together with you. We are under the same roof, under the same blue sky, on the same land, breathing and living together with an inseparable destiny. Dreamy youth, like the passing of time. Make your wish infinite every day, then lower your head to pray and raise your head to let it fly. Dreams bloom and they don’t choose their hometown. They may live in the current town or settle in a distant place. But the road to a beautiful life is ultimately paved with sweat. People only envy the flower of success for its current beauty. However, his buds are soaked in the blood of sacrifice and sprinkled with tears of struggle. With you here, the time is peaceful and the years are quiet. When we first met you were like a glass of clear spring water, simple and pure. If life is just like the first meeting, it would be the best encounter and my greatest luck. Hold your hand, in the brilliant flower season, continue to be happy all the way, and write the beautiful words of life. No matter how bumpy and bumpy you may be along the way, why should you be afraid of thorns? Pay with joy and reap the rewards with double happiness. Only by not forgetting your original intention can you always succeed. I am willing to go with you to the end of the sun and the far side of the world. Know each other, and see each other? We have close friends in the world, and we know each other and stay with each other, year after year. At that time, the sky was always blue, and the days always passed too slowly. You always said that graduation was far away, and we parted ways in the blink of an eye. There is no such thing as a song ending, and a movie ending without ending. Today our poetry is characterized by indifference. Nowadays, our poems have turned yellow and our stories have become old. Those most ordinary fragments are deeply imprinted in time and have become our best memories, the best youth and the best of us. Time is not old and we will not be separated. I hope that we will live forever and travel thousands of miles to meet the beautiful girl. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. May you go out half your life and come back still young. May you return with a full load and set out with a pure heart. Get to know each other just for the sake of getting a better surprise next time we meet again. Some people say: Life is like a box full of chocolates. You never know what taste you will taste next, but we always have to try, because that is the taste of youth. That year we felt lonely in the most beautiful youth and realized the importance of each other. In a different kind of time, our youth was perfect. There is always a word that will warm your heart on a snowy winter night; there is always a lamp that illuminates your sky on a lonely night; there is always someone who will hold your hand in your youth and never leave you. Accompany you through this curve and leave behind the most beautiful original intention. Perhaps in this special time, our youth has friendship and care, which is the most beautiful youth and the best of us. There are our figures in the poem and our spirit of hard work. I believe that not far away, we will eventually find a place where our fantasies can be realized. Well! Come on. Everything in this world is an encounter, just like when cold meets warmth, rain comes; when spring meets winter, there are years; when heaven meets earth, there is eternity. When we meet you, we have a little luck. In the most beautiful world In the poems of my age, it’s great to meet you from afar!

Poetry and Distant Places Composition 5 “Life is not just about the present, but also poetry and distance.” Life is a journey, no matter how painful it is now No matter how tired you are, you can still see the beautiful scenery in the distance when you raise your head. For life, we must have appropriate hopes and dreams. We should not always think about wealth and fame, but we must also have a life attitude that returns to nature and is poetic and otherworldly. To plan your life, you need to establish a dream that suits you. Dreams are not synonymous with high status. Your dream can be to raise a cat in the dormitory in college, or to open a small flower shop, or to be a chef who communicates with food. Not everyone dreams of being an astronaut. There are not so many candidates in the world, you only need to consider yourself and what suits you.

When I was a child, I was often complacent because I had the lofty goal of becoming an astronaut. After hearing about other people's dreams, I secretly thought that I was not advanced enough, and I had an inexplicable sense of superiority. Thinking about it now, I was the one who was not advanced at that time. Dreams stood far away in life. Everyone has their own dreams, and the one that suits me is the best. In life, one needs to be indifferent to fame and wealth and have an extraordinary and poetic attitude towards life. For a while, various media reported a piece of news. Ji Xianlin, who had always been low-key, announced to the outside world in a high-profile way that he had won the three "laurel crowns" given to him by the outside world: "National Treasure", "Master of Chinese Studies" and "Leader of Literature". "My friends, there are many people who have better Chinese studies than me. Now that the bubble of fame and fortune has been washed away, and I am free, I feel so relaxed!" Mr. Ji said sincerely. This is an attitude towards life that is indifferent to fame and wealth and is otherworldly. It is also what many people pursue to remain firm in their true will despite external disturbances. Planning a successful life does not mean constantly chasing fame and wealth, being extravagant, nor letting other people's thoughts run in your mind without using your own brain. Instead, you should stick to your own heart, be indifferent to fame and wealth, and finally be extraordinary. , and finally realized a poetic life. In life, you need the confidence not to be knocked down by difficulties and to pursue your true self. Tu Youyou suffered from viral hepatitis due to her long-term exposure to harmful chemical substances in the laboratory. But she was not knocked down by the difficulties before her, and walked unswervingly towards the medicine in her heart that could save countless lives. Because of her perseverance, she finally succeeded. When you struggle until you are powerless, raise your lowered head, look into the distance, put your bag full of poetry on your back, and keep moving forward towards the light in your heart. Life is not only about the obstacles in front of you, but also about the dreams in your heart, the light around you, poetry and the distance. It is really the most beautiful summary of life.

Poetry and Distant Places Composition Part 6 Life is not just about the present, but also poetry and distant places.

What is poetry and the distance? It is the place that each of us longs for. It is the purity and leisureliness of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountains" in Tao Yuanming's heart; it is "mine" in Gao Xiaosong's mouth I couldn't predict what kind of shape poetry and distance would grow into in the ivory tower, but I resolutely planted the seeds of a long-term romance. There are the most beautiful poems in ancient poetry to describe the more beautiful distance. In Li He's poem "Wild Song", although there is a sigh of relief and an inner confession of unwillingness to sink, there is also an artistic reverie about the cold wind turning spring willows, and the dry willows cage with light smoke. Although he has suffered from all the suppressed suffering, he still has his own self. Mian Zhili's feelings overflow in the lines of the poem. "The cold wind turns into spring willows again, and the branches are covered with smoke." Just like the description of life, although it is full of thorns, although the cold wind is biting, and although it is unsatisfactory everywhere, it will eventually pass and will be washed away by the heavy rain without leaving a trace. When all this calms down, what will come from then on is warmth. The spring scenery is even more romantic in the distance.

It is poetry. It is true that at this age, we cannot keep up with the rhythm of separation, and we cherish the rare freedom even more. We are all living in a life of difficulty and panic for the time being, fearing that when we open our eyes one day, what we see will no longer be the soft and dazzling light. Time is peaceful, years are quiet, everything is as beautiful as clear and transparent spring water, simple and pure. In this romantic season, we chose comfort, but later, comfort left us. At this age, we live in such a mess. We don’t have the freshness and refinement in ancient poems, the gentleness of “some and only” in mathematics textbooks, and the clear boundaries of longitude and latitude in geography atlases, but we have the uniqueness of English. The complicated loneliness in the vocabulary. There is no song without the moment when the song ends, and there is no movie without the moment when it ends. After many years, our poetry may become indifferent, but at least it is tender.

It's the distance. Beautiful things always make people look forward to it, just like the fields in the distance. Some people may say that there is nothing in the distance but distance, and the further away, the more lonely it is. But if your heart is in the distance, you just need to move forward bravely, and your dreams will lead the way. Walk as far as you want, connect your footprints into a lifeline, and you will not be afraid of loneliness. While the sun is shining, while the breeze is not dry, while the flowers are blooming, while the rain is falling on the streets, while you still have the strength to run into the distance, don’t stop, don’t wait and see, and leave the best and most beautiful things to your best self.

The so-called "poetry and distance" in the common people's mouth are nothing more than ourselves in real life, and "poetry and distance are the ideal life." Real life is inevitably repetitive, or monotonous and boring. Or it may be full of controversy, so in the heavy life, give yourself a chance to fly, and in the boring years, apply layers of poetry. It is precisely because life has the ambiguity of the present, so we must keep poetry and the distance in mind. The so-called poetry and distance are just because if you survive the present, you will have a long-term future. When you have survived all the spring, summer, autumn and winter, you will find that life is really more than what you have in front of you, and the poetry and distance at the other end of the road are more worthy of your pursuit!

Poetry and Distance Composition Chapter 7 May we all find our own poetry and distance.

The impetuous society is like a sea of ??sand shrouded in dust, with an undercurrent called "desire" surging. People abandon the pure land they previously adhered to and turned to the virtual world of luxury and wealth: with resentment towards a hopeless life and dissatisfaction with their bosses, Vent in the paralyzing "Douyin"; pour out the pressure of study and exams in "online games", deviate from your original intention on a small screen, and drift away from the shore of your dream. The rapidly rotating needle on the dial , will not let you go for any reason, it will only ruthlessly take away the years that have never been cherished by you, take away the bright poetry, and quietly disappear at the end of the years. However, even in the abyss covered by thousands of miles of ice, there are always people looking for the first ray of light. They are a fragrant lotus in the years like a song, and a sharp blade in the years like a stream. Penetrating the chaotic sky, in the peach blossom garden that only belongs to you, looking for the poetry deep in the soul and the distance. "Life has its own poetry, and the beauty of poetry lies in the four seasons." The recently popular "Chinese Poetry Conference" has made many netizens say, " "Being a fan of Dong Qing". Her confident posture and extraordinary conversation are undoubtedly the most brilliant light in the poetry feast. When asked "What do you want to do when you get old?", she responded with a smile: "I just want a room, a pot of tea, and a book." Like an otherworldly recluse, the past is like a passing cloud. Passed away, flipping the pages among the fragrance of tea, the sunset, the tired birds returning to the forest, the bright moon in the sky, the poetic touch. If the poetry in Dong Qing's heart is the indifference that has been tempered by the world, then the poetry in this girl's heart is the indifference and happiness that dance with poetry and books. She is Wu Yishu. The phrase "July is at home, August is in the house, September is at home, and October is hiding under my bed." Many people remember this girl from the High School Affiliated to Fudan University. She went all the way and finally won the championship of the second season of "Chinese Poetry Conference". At that moment, she bloomed with brilliance, letting her unrepentant years burn passionately in the wilderness of youth. After Han, she said frankly: I like to swim in the world of poetry! The boring life needs poetry to spice up the rich colors; the sleepless nights need poetry to soothe the restless soul; the confused eyes need poetry to awaken the depth of the heart. The truest desire. Maybe the prosperous period of your life has come to an end, maybe the bright moon in your heart has long been covered by clouds and mist, but please don't forget: at the end of the dust are flowers, and you can see the moonlight when the clouds open! May you be away for half your life, and you will still be a young man when you return; may we, You can all embark on a poetic path to the distance.