"Captain, my captain" Oh, captain, my captain!
"Advise the teenagers to cherish time" to pick up your buds in time / the old times are gone / are still smiling today flowers / tomorrow will wither (Tennyson)
Gather Rosebuds the while YE YE May / Old-Time iS a Still Flying / And that the this Same, flowers Smiles Today / tomorrow by Will BE Dying
because believe it or not, this room Everyone will stop breathing, freeze and die one day. I want you to come here and take a closer look at the faces of the past. You have passed here countless times, but you have never really seen them. It is not very different from you, right? With the same hairstyle, as energetic as you, and as indomitable as you, the world is in their hands. They think they are destined to accomplish great things. Like most of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Do they waste time and achieve nothing in the end? Because what you have seen... these boys are now turned into dust. If you listen carefully, you can hear them whispering in a low voice, whispering in your ears, listen carefully, hear? CARPE... Did you hear it? CARPE... CARPE DIEM Live in time, children, let your life transcend the mundane.
Becuase believe or not, each one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die. I'd like you to step forward of you and peruse some of the faces from the past. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts.
Full of hormones. Just like you. Invincible just like you fell. The world is their oyster. They belive they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentelman, these boys are now fertilising daffodils.
But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on , lean in. Listen, you hear it? Carpe...hear it?...Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day, boys, make your lives extrordinary.
2. Poetry, beauty, romance, and love are the meaning of our lives.
Preface to "Five Hundred Years of English Poetry": To fully understand poetry, we must first understand its style, rhythm, and rhetoric, and then ask two questions: first, how to achieve the theme of the poem artistically; second, the importance of the theme of the poem sex.
To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and 2) How important is that objective?
We are not connected water pipe. We're not laying pipe.
Only in dreams, people are truly free. Only in their dreams can men be truly free.
Learn to think for yourself, learn to appreciate literature and language. No matter what others say, literature and language can indeed change the world.
Learn to think for yourselves again. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We read and write poetry not because they are fun, but because we are part of human beings, and human beings are full of passion. Yes, medicine, law, business, and engineering are all lofty pursuits that can support a person's life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are the meanings of our lives.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.
(Thoreau) The poet of death is dedicated to absorbing the essence of life.
The Dead Poets was dedicated to "sucking the marrow out of life".
We are a group of romantics. We are not just reading poems, poems slip from our tongues, like honey. Emotions are high, women are excited, and souls are galloping.
We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created.
(Thoreau) I stepped into the jungle/because I want to live meaningfully/I want to live deep/absorb all the essence of life/break everything that is not life/lest when my life ends/find that I have never lived
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.
(Tennyson) Come on, my friend/It’s not too late to find a new world/I’m determined to drive past the end of the sunset/Although we no longer have the power of the past, we can shock the world/We still have , The same hero’s heart/time and destiny make it old/but the strong will is still there/let us struggle, explore, discover/never yield
(Alfred Lord Tennyson) Come my friends,'Tis not too late to seek a newer world for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Then I have faith/Then I have imagination/I am infected by their addicted ridicule/Then I see the Congo River/Flowing through the black ground/Draw a golden ravine in the forest (the rhythm of language)
Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track.
3. To dare to open up one's own world
The purpose of language is only one: to communicate (students) to pursue women (teacher)
language was developed for one endeavor, and that is?
To communicate...No, to woo women.
Stand on the podium and see things in a different light.
we must constantly look at things in a different way.
Once you feel that you understand, you must look at it from another angle. This may seem ridiculous or stupid, but it must be tried. In the same study, don't just think about what the author thinks, think about how you think about it yourself.
Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think.
You must work hard to find your own voice, because the later you start searching, the less likely you are to find it.
Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.
Thoreau said that "most people live in peace and despair." Don't get into this situation, rush out. Don't run away like a mouse, look around you and dare to open up your own world.
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation. (Thoreau)Don't be resigned to that. Break out! Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings.
Fourth, be a true God!
For me, exercise is just an opportunity for others to push us to the extreme.
For me, sport is actually a chance for us to have other human beings push us to excel.
Fight unyieldingly against adversity and face the enemy with a fearless attitude.
Oh to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted.
Be a sailor of the world and travel all the ports.
To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports.
I want to be the master of life, not a slave.
Oh, I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave.
Stepping onto the gallows, facing the gunpoint of the execution, I rested in peace.
To mount the scaffolds. To advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance.
To dance, clap
hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on.
Oh, let life become a joyful poem from now on.
Oh, to have life henceforth the poem of new joys.
Be a true God!
To indeed be a god!
5. It doesn’t matter if the theme is simple, but don’t be too clichéd
1. Love (an important theme of poetry and life)
I see sweetness in her smile / Her eyes are shining / But life is so complicated / I am satisfied / Just know / Just know / She is still alive
I see a sweetness in her smile . Blight light shines from her eyes. But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive.
2. The theme is simple, but don’t be too clichéd
Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things. Just don't let your poems be ordinary.
3. Whitman "Standing on the roof of the world, I yelled out my wild yawp" I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
A sweaty-toothed madman.
I close my eyes, his image is dangling in front of me. I close my eyes. this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
He reached out and pinched my neck. His hands reach out and choke me.
He has been chanting truth all the time he's mumbling. Truth.
Truth is like a blanket that always keeps your feet cold/No matter how you pull or pull, it is always not enough/No matter whether it is kicked or hit, it can't cover us/From the time we were born in tears/To our dying breath /It will only cover your face/No matter how painful you are/No matter how painful you are/How to yell
Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
6. You don't need to perform, it's all for yourself.
Difficulties in insisting on beliefs that are different from those of vulgarity.
the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others.
We all have a need to be accepted. But you must insist that your beliefs are unique and your own, even if others think they are weird or annoying, even if a group of people say that it is too bad.
we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go.
Robert Frost: I hope you will find your own way, find your own pace, pace, any direction, anything will do, whether it's conceited or stupid, anything will do.
I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours.
You don't need to perform, it's all for yourself. You don't have to perform. Just make it for yourself.
Dare to go upstream. Swim against the stream.
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