The sky was overcast and it started to drizzle. It seems that there is a magical painter who uses rain as paint to dye the world greener and greener.
The ginkgo tree in Xiaoya’s heart becomes even more majestic and lush in the rain. You are ancient, precious, poetic and full of painting. You are a beautiful encounter in Xiaoya's life. The short thirty-six days from April 5th to May 10th have become the beautiful memories of Xiaoya's life.
In May, the vigorous early summer, Xiaoya felt sad. Xiaoya turned on the cold computer and read your warm words over and over again. At 20:18:05 on May 10th, you also sent Xiaoya a shake and left a message to Xiaoya: "That poem sent I’ve changed it, but I don’t know if it suits you? My eyes are weak and I can’t see clearly. I’m going to get sick.” Before opening QQ, Xiaoya had already seen the post of “Chasing Dreams”. Your wonderful editor: "This is a set of four lyrical poems in small verse style. The poems include random thoughts on green in early summer, love for a plantain, and the infusion of life and harmony in the natural scenery. A certain philosophy and perception of life. The poem has a large capacity for thought. It is worth mentioning that the poet repeatedly mentions the word dream. This may be the literary dream that words bring to people. Worth reading, the editor wholeheartedly recommends it."
And the encouraging comment "Hello Xiaoya, the artistic conception of this group of poems is generally very good, continue!" Xiaoya was still wondering why Brother Shu didn't do it this time. Illustrate poems. Xiaoya only knew that you were sick after seeing the message. Xiaoya told you on QQ to take care of yourself. Xiaoya, I think you are too tired. As long as you rest for a few days, you will be fine. On May 11th, Xiaoya submitted the manuscript "The Telepathy of Lights". Xiaoya thought it must be you who edited it again. Xiaoya also hoped that you would praise Xiaoya. However, on May 12th, Xiaoya knew the news of your departure. Xiaoya could not accept this cruel reality no matter what. This is not true. Your messages are still there, your poems are still there, and your compilations are still there. Xiaoya can still feel your kind care in a distant place. You won't abandon Xiaoya, right?
Brother Shu, on the first day I met you, you edited Xiaoya’s poem "Dear, Please Let Me Lean on Your Shoulder". The title of Xiaoya’s submission at that time was "Two People" "World", you changed the title and added a beautiful illustration of holding hands. Xiaoya was very moved when she saw it. You also asked Xiaoya, I wonder if it is as you wish? Your compilation makes the theme profoundly clear: this is a set of lyric poems about love. Compared with some reserved and implicit love poems, this group of poems embodies an unabashed and straightforward beauty. For example, the poem: "My dear, please let me lean on your chest", the repetition of sentence patterns, "I am the sunshine in your life", "Marriage is a small tree/needs careful care/marriage is A house/needs constant repairs. "And so on..., rendering and expressing a kind of steadfastness and persistence in love and marriage. Marriage is just like this, from holding hands romantically before flowers and under the moon, to entering the marriage hall, until slowly growing old amidst the cries and laughter of children. Isn't this a tribute to the love of "left hand and right hand"? ! This relatively independent and mutually respectful view of love undoubtedly has profound practical significance for the contemporary world, which regards marriage as a child's play. Recommended to read. This poem has prose sentence structure, simple rhymes, and sincere emotions. It is a good set of spoken poems and is recommended for reading.
The small comment made Xiaoya even warmer: "Love is the fragrance of a tree in spring, and marriage is a ray of warm sunshine in winter. Hello, fellow poet, and look forward to more wonderful things from you." Brother Shu, you are the one. A poem. I admire your serious and responsible attitude. Teacher Shandi recommended you and told Xiaoya that you were a poet. Xiaoya added you as a friend. Xiaoya left a message anxiously: "I need your guidance in writing poems." You quickly added Xiaoya. , said modestly: "Don't tell me, I don't dare to give guidance, I will discuss it with you." How approachable you are. I know nothing about poetry, I just scrawled it randomly, and you told Xiaoya that it was a spoken word poem. Xiaoya keeps submitting manuscripts, and they are constantly rejected. You have already explained the reasons for rejection on Feijian, or you have explained on QQ: Either you don’t write, or you must write according to literary standards. You also carefully looked at Xiaoya's graffiti in the space, and encouraged Xiaoya: You should read more poems by famous writers or other poets to help you. It's not that you don't write well, but you don't follow the literary and literary principles. Write according to artistic standards. How strict your requirements are and how rigorous your attitude is.
You said, Xiaoya, you are very good. From a few sentences of diary to now writing articles, there is always a process for novices to get to know each other. What a lovable big brother. Xiaoya will call you Brother Shu.
Since we are more familiar with it, you edited Xiaoya’s "Life" and clearly pointed out Xiaoya’s weaknesses: In this group of poems titled "Life", we see more than just life. The current status of an individual's existence is a mentality of how to treat life. As the poem expresses, in daily life, we face the glass window every day to welcome the morning sun and send away the sunset. In the ordinary and monotonous days from spring to autumn, there are winds and rains, nightmares and colorful dreams rushing into the brain from time to time. There are also many unsatisfactory places in the world, but as long as we have a kind heart, filter out anxiety and glitz, and face life calmly and correctly, only then can we live a fulfilling life and "let ordinary hearts continue to sublimate." The poem adopts a direct spoken form, which is simple and natural. Although the poetry and implications are a little light, it is still enough to be gratifying. Recommended to read.
On QQ, you told Xiaoya that modern poetry does not need to rhyme, but it must have rhythm.
You carefully revised the poem "Today, Tomorrow" and published it. At that time, Xiaoya complained in her heart that you changed the theme of the poem when you revised it. Now when I look back, I see that the poem you revised has become more concise and has a poetic flavor. Xiaoya admires you from the bottom of her heart.
Brother Shu, you said: "Xiaoya, you are too innocent. Being a teacher is too strict. I originally wanted to talk about poetry or life with you, but I saw you talking about chatting with men. If you’re not a good bird, you won’t dare. “Brother Shu, do you know? I burst into tears when I read these words now. If I had known this would happen, Xiaoya would have chatted with you all night long. Brother Shu, when you were chatting, apart from poetry, you didn’t even send a picture of shaking hands to Xiaoya. Brother Shu, Xiaoya hopes to see you in the future. We have plenty of time, so why be in a hurry?
Brother Shu, you asked Xiaoya to send you Xiaoya’s recent photos. Otherwise, making friends is too abstract. You said that all your close friends take the initiative to send photos.
Brother Shu, Xiaoya tells you that Xiaoya is too ugly, she is a gray-haired old lady. Brother Shu, Xiaoya will send it to you right now. Xiaoya also wants to video and voice with you. Xiaoya is not beautiful, but she can also be said to have beautiful features. Xiaoya’s Mandarin is Grade A. Brother Shu, It's not that Xiaoya is showing off, Xiaoya really wants you to listen to Xiaoya's voice. Brother Shu, I'm calling you, can you hear me? You have done so much for Xiaoya, can Xiaoya not be satisfied with your little wish? Brother Shu, you will definitely be able to see Xiaoya in a distant place, right? Xiaoya believes it.
The rain fell harder and harder, and the sound of rain broke Xiaoya's heart. Brother Shu, Xiaoya must write more and better poems and give them to you when Xiaoya and you are reunited in heaven.
Brother Shu, Xiaoya seemed to hear you say: "Okay! I'm looking forward to it!"
Brother Shu, you are the ginkgo tree that will never fall in Xiaoya's heart!