A poem describing the difference between imagination and reality

1. Poems about imagination and reality

Poetry about imagination and reality 1. Imaginative poetry.

"Dapeng rides the wind for one day,

Soaring into Wan Li. "

Counting the children who have been loved for five thousand years:

Shameful bully,

Female scholar Su Shi.

Dancing and flying, waving a huge pen,

Number one in the world!

Suddenly, I heard the thunder outside.

Millions of creatures are happy.

Deserve righteousness and despise life and death;

Life is endless,

Struggle

How much pride is there in poetry?

Heaven and earth!

Seeking the Moon: Tang Libai

When will there be a moon in the sky? I will stop for a drink and ask:

People can't climb the moon, but they follow people to the moon?

As bright as a flying mirror, has the green smoke gone out?

But when you see the night coming from the sea, would you rather know that it is going to the clouds?

The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?

Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.

The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.

Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.

Month "Tang"

As thin as a hook, as round, as if woven into a round fan. Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them?

Month "Tang"

As thin as a hook, as round, as if woven into a round fan. Thin shadows will be round. How many places in the world can you see them?

Frost Moon Tang Li Shangyin

When I first heard of geese, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of water met the sky. Su E, a young woman, is hardy and fights in the cold of the middle of the month.

Su Song's Poem: Water Tune.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Xian, Song Zhang Xian

Mix the water several times and listen to the wine. Woke up at noon drunk and worried. When will Chunchun be sent back?

Night goggles. A sad scene. In the latter part of the past, this province was empty.

On the beach and on the pond. Clouds break the moon and flowers make a shadow. Heavy curtains cover the lights,

The wind is uncertain. At first people were quiet. Tomorrow's sunset should be complete.

2. What are the ancient poems that express "sometimes the reality is not what you think"?

1. Name of Lin 'an Building

Song Dynasty: Lin Sheng

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.

2. "Liu Yong"

Song Dynasty: Ceng Gong

Chaos is not yet yellow, leaning against the east wind.

I wonder if there is frost in heaven and earth.

3. Official hamster

Tang Dynasty: Cao Ye

The mouse in the official granary is like a bucket of rice. When you see someone, you want to open the granary and don't run.

The soldiers guarding the frontier have no food, and the industrious people are starving. Who sends the grain from the official granary to your mouth every day?

4. Peach blossoms in Du Xuan

Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

On the main road of the city, pedestrians are constantly flowing, and the dust is blowing on their faces. People say that they have just seen flowers coming back from Xuandu.

There are thousands of peach trees in the Xuanmiao Temple, all of which were planted after I was exiled to Beijing.

Step 5 cross Huaqing Palace

Tang Dynasty: Li Yue

Wang's amusement is light, and he makes every effort.

Jade chariot has ascended to heaven, and there are immortal trees in the Forbidden City.

Famous sentences related to reality

1, happiness is illusory, and pain is reality. -Schopenhauer

2. The past is false. Memory is a road of no return. All the past spring can't be redeemed. Even the most passionate and faithful love is, in the final analysis, just a fleeting reality. Only loneliness is eternal. -"One Hundred Years of Solitude"

3. There are always dreams that may come (in some places), but there is always an illusion that shines into reality, or reality decomposes dreams. -Shi Tiesheng

Everyone has a dream. However, some people turn their dreams into reality. Some people's dreams are still dreams. It is only because their efforts for their dreams are different and their duration is different that they finally have such a result. Let yourself be a person who dares to think and do!

5, the ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.

6. Hobbies and temporary hobbies are not the basic sources of happiness, but a means to escape from reality and a way to temporarily forget unbearable pain. Bertrand Russell

7. I like dreaming, because dreams can help me accomplish something that I can't do in reality.

8, interpersonal teach you what is hypocrisy, reality tells you what is by hook or by crook.

9. Reality has taught me that I don't care if it hurts or itches, and I don't care if I don't care.

10, can eggs from all over the world unite to break stones? So be realistic.

3. Describe that imagination is always beautiful and realistic.

1. In fact, in our real life, countless people will become faster and more unique.

Second, the tragic real life, the bleak sunset is slowly setting.

However, the reality is that a brutal criminal and illegal dictatorship is persecuting those who pursue freedom and justice.

Fourth, constantly transcend the shackles of the secular and seek inner balance; Don't treat this short and thrilling life with an escapist attitude.

Five, in reality, there are two main modes of cadre selection: First, Bole is like a horse.

Naive girls are unrealistic to me. In fact,% of women's problems in love are all passive because they depend on others, so they suffer, so there is no control, but control is not power.

If you never give up, reality is far better than dreams.

Eight, but whenever someone says they are willing to protect you, they basically regard abandoning you as their responsibility, such as their husband. You can't even recognize this reality, how can you walk in the rivers and lakes? The first rule of wandering the Jianghu is: You can only believe in yourself. Nonsense and madness

Nine, don't understand maturity as worldly wisdom. True maturity is that after seeing all kinds of realities and helplessness, you can still preserve your inner truth without losing yourself. It seems that you can do anything, and the last thing that hurts you is yourself. Facing the truth in the world, learn to save yourself, learn to avoid harm, live a lifetime, and try not to let yourself down. This is the real maturity.

Ten, some people say that there is a distance between ideal and reality, there is a gap. Because of this, we have to work hard to achieve and narrow this distance. If everyone has an ideal and strives for it, then our tomorrow will be even better.

4. Ancient poems about reality

Recite 500 words from Beijing to Fengxian.

Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,

Ling Du has cloth, but the boss has turned his back on himself.

It's silly to make a promise, but it's better than stealing chickens and dogs.

It has become autumn, and the white head is generous.

The matter of closing the coffin has already been done, and this ambition is often lost.

If you are poor, you will worry about Li Yuan, sighing for intestinal heat.

It's fierce to make fun of classmates.

Without rivers and seas, Xiao Sa sends the sun and the moon.

When you give birth to Yao Shun, you can't help it any more.

Nowadays, there is no shortage of corridors and temples.

The fire is biased towards the sun, and the physical properties are difficult to win.

Gu Wei is an ant tribe, but he seeks his own opinions.

Hu Weiqi longed for whales and wanted to suppress the Bohai Sea.

In order to understand physiology, I am ashamed to do things alone.

So far, I have swallowed it.

Eventually ashamed of the nest, it failed to change its festival.

It's comfortable to drink and chat, but it's sad to sing.

At the end of the year, a hundred herbs are exhausted, and the high wind Gorkon cracks.

It's cloudy and eventful, and guests are sent at night.

First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.

In the morning, I passed Mount Li, and the imperial couch was in the mountain.

Chiyou is cold and empty, and the cliffs and valleys are slippery.

Yaochi qi stagnation method, feather forest phase Mojia.

The monarch and the minister are happy with it, and the joy is moving.

Baths are all long tassels, and banquets are not short brown.

All the silks in Tongting belong to cold women.

Whip her husband's family and gather in Miyagi Que.

The sage is full of grace and really wants to live in the country.

If I suddenly understand, how can you abandon this thing?

Toastmasters will fill the court, and benevolent people should tremble.

I heard that the gold plate is in Huo Wei's room.

Nave dancing fairy, smoke scattered jade pieces.

Warm the mink and fur, pity the tube and clear the throat.

Advise customers to camel's hoof soup, and frost orange presses fragrant orange.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.

Prosperity and decline are very different, melancholy and indescribable.

The north is completely different, and Guandu has changed its course.

That group of ice is from the west, with high eyes.

Doubt is coming, I am afraid that I will meet Tianzhu.

The river beam is unlucky and the branches rustle.

Travel is climbing, Sichuan and Guangzhou can't cross.

An old lady sent her to a different county, ten doors away from the snow.

Who can ignore it for a long time, hungry.

He howled as soon as he started, and his youngest son starved to death.

I would rather give up a mourning, and the alley also sobbed.

Being ashamed of being a father led to come to a bad end.

I don't know if autumn is not over, poverty will be hasty.

Life is often tax-free, and the name is not levied.

The traces are still sour and pungent, and people are solid.

Meditate on the unemployed, because they are far away.

Worry stops in the south, and the hole cannot be broken.

5. Modern poetry describing reality

The small forest in the city has turned green. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating, which shocked my youth and soul. A black goat came to me leisurely, with tears of happiness on his face. A few primrose birds were afraid to go into town, but they cheered outside the school. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close. They are my friends. It seems that they are relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring. This spring, this spring, my heart is in a mess. I think of some tombstones for a while and my childhood for a while. This spring, my heart is in a mess. My spring poems have been filled with spring flowers and crowns. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? Rain through my chest? A sound dripped from a high place, like a shawl of Rapunzel. The black waterfall grasped the time tightly, so I became a dizzy elf in the endless rain curtain. I can't tell who is the real irresistible desire. That drop of rain is flying in the sky, slowly floating in the sky, accumulating strength. The unadorned clouds crept into my broad chest, so the waves in my chest stirred ripples and beat on the emotional shore. Waves of breathing and drops of rain moisten each other, so the drops of rain go deep into my heart and mix with my thoughts, and then wash everything through the narrow space in my heart, and a ray of sunshine flies through time. Arriving in my clear sky on February 23rd, 2004, "Looking at a Snow in Spring" boarded the train bound for spring with the sharp blade of the season, ruthlessly scraped away the restless buds, let the cracked hands in winter stretch out and held the banner of hunting a snow in spring. As long as you set foot on the equator in spring, a snow is precious. Chun Xue's dialogue flows freely in six directions, giving instructions and sending out wet messages. This is a sudden cold in late spring. Grab everyone's love. Look up. The contact between heaven and earth is fierce, walking down the slope of the season. Head-on is waiting for "stepping into the threshold of spring" on February 3, 2004. The last snow and treetops outside the window look at life. The mist sprayed by the branches hung low and sighed, dripping in the longing for spring. A bud quietly arched out of the frozen soil and knocked at the door of the earth. Free-roaming sparrows disappear into the cracked trunk and enjoy the lightness of love outside. During the kite-flying season, the boat reached the territory of spring lyrically, and the road was still muddy. Occasionally pedestrians turn up their collars to keep out the cold, but the spring door is sunny. On February 5, 2004, I didn't make an appointment with a kite and flew my son to a mountain top in the suburbs. I am so excited that a floating leaf is flying in the distance like a saw. I came to my wife, lay down and kissed the warm Achnatherum splendens. I was sad all afternoon. He was swept away from the bag on March 9, 2004. Think of an old buffalo gnawing a lawn full of wild flowers among buildings, and then barking like a shepherd boy in Cleisthenes, spraying beads on the hooves of cattle to wake up the ears of spring by the river. Next to it are wild seedlings in spring and dense leaves on the ridge of the field. Imagine, not long ago, this old buffalo was ruminating and muttering, pushing the process of the season. Turn the colors over one by one, throw the cool classical figure obliquely in the mud waves, and urge the plowshare and the old farmer to carry it. 2004-03-09 Who Hunted the Feathers of Spring, the last feather picking season, after experiencing great vitality, hid in the deep spring. Under the wings of the day, a feather serenades safely and gracefully against the wind and gently licks the sails sailing in the sea of four seasons. Who is the person in love after harvesting love? My pet has his back to hope. Once romantic passion, in the space of steaming clouds in spring, quietly swam a drop of clear tears. Seeing the dying light on the night of January is bathed in grinding clouds. Driving beautiful feathers in the fiery journey of the sea and sky, crossing the smoke lock, and then holding the pious prayer flags to the distance with silent promises. Who is looking for the feathers of spring, but can't find the soaring sky to collect the feathers of emotional branches? In the spring afternoon, there may be a lot of things that will be boring to lean against the windowsill and look at the distant sky. The crowded downstairs is crowded with pedestrians in a hurry. They all looked serious and witnessed the individual actions of others. On the one hand, the clear sky with lyrical pigeon feathers and whistle glides unscrupulously between kites and breezes. A vigorous shadow moves, only chooses irregular strokes and traces of thinking, stands up pigeons, spreads its feathers and goes to the distant bridge to wait for a pile of the best. It's a long-lost sunshine running over and hugging. On the weekend of February 2, 2004, the car trudged wearily from the noise to the target. There is silence in the boiling Yuan Ye. In the spring when rape blossoms are in full bloom, a group of bees go down to the depths of the season as masters, lie smartly in the stamens, watch the wind dance from the gap between the petals, breathe out the depression in their chests, and stop to comfort them on the way. Outside the window, an apricot came out playfully through the wall along the opened curtain, and the thick aroma was mixed with it.