When we were young, we were all easily moved by a simple poem. Perhaps I felt that the writing style was beautiful, and my heart was filled with warm happiness unconsciously when I read it, but I never carefully studied the profound meaning contained in the poems.
Later, after passing through the watershed of growth, we grew up. After experiencing the changes of the times, feeling the joys and sorrows, opening the yellowed book again and savoring the beautiful poems, I suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, as if the unsolved doubts in the past were instantly clear to my mind.
1. "Ask Liu Nineteen"
? Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Green ants make new fermented wine, and a small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
When we were young, snowing was a particularly wonderful thing for us. Build a snowman, with branches as arms and grain and grass as clothes. We had a snowball fight and sang happily in the snow and ice, our little hands were red from the cold but we were content.
After growing up, I walked alone through strange cities, floating in the sea of ??people, experiencing the world, feeling the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and gradually became mature and sophisticated. Only then did I understand that the most precious thing was the snow that winter, drinking and singing with my close friend, just drunk in the time of making tea around the stove, so simple and beautiful.
2. "Miscellaneous Poems"
Wei and Jin Dynasties. Tao Yuanming
Life has no roots, floating like dust on the road.
Scattered and driven by the wind, this is no longer the case.
We are brothers, why should we be close by flesh and blood!
Have fun and have fun, fight and drink with your neighbors.
The prime years will never come again, and the morning will never come again.
Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one.
When we were young, our teachers always told us that if you have black hair, you will learn early, and if you have white hair, you will regret studying late. But we always think that there is still a lot of time and there is no need to rush for success, so we indulge ourselves in uncontrolled entertainment and play.
As an adult, I stepped out of the ivory tower and saw that there were so many talented people around me, but I was so ordinary and ordinary. So I sighed: Where has the time gone? It turned out that the time was lost in my indifferent attitude. Time flies by easily, and the most beautiful years are inadvertently let down. But life cannot be repeated!
? 3. "Poppy. Listening to the Rain"
? Jiang Jie, Song Dynasty
A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, under the dim tent of red candles.
A young man listens to the rain in a boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the wild geese cry out in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless,
Every step lasts until dawn.
Young people don’t know what it’s like to feel sad. They listen to the wind and see it as wind, and see the rain as rain. Full of pride and ambition.
In the prime of life, thousands of miles away from home, wandering around, everything you hear and hear will be moved by foreign sentiments.
Then time passed, my temples turned gray, and I had long looked down on the joys and sorrows. Then let the sorrowful thoughts and regrets blow away with the rain and wind.
Many years later, I finally understood that the poet was not listening to the rain at all, but what he was listening to was entirely a kind of life.