What is the significance of poetry in life in combination with selected works?

"Poetry in life" not only refers to the love of poetry that two women stick to in ordinary or difficult life, but also includes everything in life that can bring good feelings to people. And people's love for life.

Analysis: this question examines the correct understanding of the meaning of the topic, and should be analyzed in combination with the main idea of the full text when answering the question. How can a peasant woman who bakes pancakes lead a poetic life with such a bitter life? This is the key to understanding the title and theme of the article.

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Poetry in the days

Her pancakes are spread out at a busy pedestrian street. A simple trolley is embedded with a pan, a bowl of good flour and a bowl of green and golden leek egg stuffing. She devotes herself to making pancakes every day, watching the crowds coming and going, and spending day after day, month after month, kneading the flour.

On that late autumn night, a cold wind was blowing in the air. When I picked up my son from school and waited for the bus, I was attracted by the rich smell of leeks and couldn't help but stop. Look at her carefully for the first time: several deep wrinkles on her forehead leave traces of years, her face and hands are flushed by the cold wind, and she looks over forty years old, not as sloppy as ordinary street stall women. The red winter coat is surrounded by a blue floral apron, which is simple and clean. She was rubbing her hands and picking quickly, and round, oily and golden leek cakes were flying under her hands.

In the autumn wind, it is also a kind of happiness in ordinary days to have such a hot pancake.

(4) Waiting for the gap between pancakes, I looked at this stall, nothing special. Under the dim street lights, she and her booth were shrouded in a faint smell of fireworks and a strong smell of home. Suddenly, I found a red notebook on the stall in the middle of the cart. Style is out of date, but it is an old record of time, with a beauty of the secular world. It can be seen that the owner must love it very much and touch it every day.

⑤ My eyes stayed on the red notebook for a long time. She seemed to see my question and smiled shyly and said, "When I am free, I sit in the sun and look through magazines. When I meet a good poem, I can't bear to copy it down. Hehe, I liked literature when I was young. " Her words gave me a fright. I didn't expect such a woman selling pancakes to be so rough and delicate by life and so obsessed with poetry and songs. What kind of love and persistence should it be?

I suddenly want to see her red notebook, can I?

Her hands were covered with flour and handed it to me. Sorry, I just think these sentences are very good and loving.

Love, what a strong reason to owe!

Pet-name ruby I think of the ordinary peasant woman who wrote poems in the movie Swan, but after she was unknown before her death, she surprised and loved many city people. She often wears simple peasant clothes, stands in the wind, closes her lips and looks gloomily into the distance. She lives under the violence of a stout husband who doesn't understand her poems, let alone her beauty. She can only quietly immerse herself in the inner world after a hard day's work and express her rich feelings with beautiful sentences. She wrote her hopes and dreams on scraps of paper, one by one, and hid them in crumpled kraft paper bags. In the hard life day after day, she never gave up her dreams and ideas.

Attending actually, it really doesn't matter how beautiful and profound the poem copied by the pancake girl is. The important thing is that she, like the peasant woman in the movie, has a heart that can find beauty in life.

6. At this time, the evening in late autumn is no longer cold. Sitting in a warm carriage, my son snuggled in my arms, eating pancakes sweetly and telling me interesting stories about kindergarten. Outside the window, the autumn rain is continuous, the night is getting thicker and the lights are on. People who get off work get on the bus wrapped in cold winds. After a while, the warmth in the carriage melted the cold air. People are talking and laughing, and they are worried about their brightly lit homes not far away.

⑥ I suddenly feel my heart is full: it is the warmth of sunny days, the softness of spring breeze, the gorgeous beauty, the heat of sitting around the stove, and the smell of leek pancakes in the pot. The poems in the days are really good!