Looking through my notebook, I can't help but think about some poor poems and clumsy words in the last year. Finally, I want to write something to sort out my love for poetry in the first half of my life.
I think I like poetry.
My poetry enlightenment should be before primary school. At the earliest, my aunt took a hundred copies of 8k Tang poems and taught me to read "Wandering across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons". I seem to be getting a little interested. My grandfather taught me "Watching the Wheat Cut" and told me affectionately that "everything he said is sad", probably because Bai Juyi lived in Suxian for the first half of his life. The first poems I came into contact with were all Bai Juyi's.
From elementary school to junior high school, I have learned many poems, such as I wake up in this bright spring morning, Every grain is hard, a leaf boat, a bamboo coat, a drunken look at the sword, and a thin horse in the west wind on the old road. I feel more like I've been poured in, and I may even find support for the pride of good students, so that I can recite a lot and cope with the poetry test routines involved in the exam. But I have never been able to talk about whether I like it or not.
If I like it very much, or have an influence on me, it should only be Zhuge Liang's "whoever dreams first, I will know for a lifetime." Sleep well in the spring in the thatched cottage, and sunset outside the window "and Tao Yuanming's poem" Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely ". If I hadn't read these two poems, my first half life would have been more inspiring. Just like novels, if the reading order of "Ordinary World" and "Struggle" is reversed, I should not regret going to college and leaving my hometown.
In high school, there are more poems outside the textbook. At that time, my big cousin subscribed to a magazine called prose poetry. Unfortunately, until now, I have not been able to penetrate the hazy veil of this kind of poetry, which is really incomprehensible. As for North Island's "meanness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble" and "I tell you, I don't trust each other in this world", I can understand, but they may lack their naive doubts, deep confusion and hardness (I use hardness, but I think their anger is really angry compared with ours now, so don't over-associate a certain Meng). As for foreign countries, I have read them, but I always feel that they are not poems I know. It belongs to Roman Shelley Byron. I may have turned it over. But today, I only remember Nie Luda's words, "When gorgeous leaves fall, the context of life is vivid." We're not sure if it's Nie Luda.
High school students are most interested in Song Ci, and the lyrics and songs in Ming and Qing novels will be copied in notebooks. Perhaps, as Hu Shi said, lyrics and songs read more smoothly, rhythmically and emotionally. Su Xin's words, Liu Yong's and Li Yu's, Yi An's are the most popular, and there should be Zhu's, because the names are very similar to the idols of a generation of young people, and there are impressions. As for the lyrics, it should be in the majority in A Dream of Red Mansions, and there is also a little in The West Chamber. Others, it seems, are all so-called forbidden books. Why are you interested in these rich words? I really don't know. Perhaps it is also in the school motto of "study hard and don't fall in love" to explore the rebellion and humanity of the ancients "reading forbidden books behind closed doors on snowy nights"
When I was in college, my main energy was playing, not studying. Reading extracurricular books is mostly about this idea and that idea, as if I really haven't read any poems. Just forget it． I remember receiving an article "Like a Dream" and "Off-account Leng Yue Shazhou, Solitary Wine in Account", which was scolded by time.
I really fell in love with poetry and tried to write something, after I joined the work. There are probably two reasons.
First, I met Liang Shi. Liang is a master in my mind, a subset of history, and a hundred schools of thought contend. Soon after my roommate's life, Master Liang talked by candlelight and explained to me three theories: "Science is a false proposition", "Is history inevitable or accidental" and "How to repair the White Bone Pass", which had a deep influence on me and made me feel that it was not wonderful to study hard and brag. In the past two years, Liang Shi has popularized a lot of professional knowledge of poetry, and I feel the pleasure of writing something in my practice in Liang Shi. In the same life, Liang Shi accused day after day of staying up late, day after day of doing nothing, day after day of doing nothing, day after day of killing human nature by "walking ten paces to break the wine order" and day after day of killing human nature by "losing all the color of green silk". Most of the expressions on it were mocking him and myself. In fact, at that time, they were still young, and they all felt that they still had fun in suffering, mocking the philosophical life. Then one night, next to Shengen Temple, I went to Liang Shi to play. I saw a sentence written on the case, "Seeing the Wujiang River at night is like the sea", and I felt that we were no longer young. If you don't jump out of the infinite loop, you will only be teased by life.
I have always felt that without Liang Shi, I would like poetry as always, but I certainly wouldn't have this understanding and feeling now.
The second is because of the wife. Because I have been in love for 16 years, I can only communicate by writing letters when I first started working. At that time, in the letter, I would borrow some poems and gradually write some myself. Now it seems that the quality of those poems is much worse than now, which is rare and my wife likes it. Without her wrong love, I shouldn't continue to write about fun.
It's been a year since I decided to leave my job in March last year, and I wrote some at will. What I really care about is to write a song "Ding Feng" and a song "Nanxiangzi". There's a big gap, but it's just a little souvenir I gave myself. It is also attached here.
First of all:
Young and frivolous miss a lifetime, Liuhe Eight Wastes Ren Woxing. The color of hair is suddenly getting old, a dream. Brother Tie is silent in his clothes.
Why did Chengjiang get hurt? The wine is cold, but it is greeted by dawn. What's the harm of not being famous in this life? Zhuge should regret his long career.
20 18.04.08
This is the turning point of my two life cycles. As a summary of the first half, I have no intention of becoming famous, but I regret wasting my time. However, the melancholy in the first half and the confusion in the second half outweigh the joy of breaking the wall. I can't feel the legendary excitement, and I dare not blame the units behind me.
Second:
Autumn rain washes Gui Xiang, and a few boats catch fire in the east window. Children know where to snore, somewhere else, in running water.
Hold the whip on all sides, and the microwave flies with the waves. The temples are not old, and there is no Han and Tang dynasties on earth!
20 18. 1 1.07
I wrote this when I couldn't sleep on a rainy autumn night after I settled in Suzhou for a period of time, looking at the cargo ship by the canal outside the window. The lure of gusu's prosperity is still hard to match the sadness of leaving home. People dare not slack off for half their lives, because there are high halls in the world and children in the world, and it is difficult to tell right from wrong.
First, what I like is the beauty and pain of poetry. The River of No Return, Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon and Xiao Feng Canyue have different aesthetic feelings, but the River of No Return can't hide Dongpo's melancholy, Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon only adds to the sorrow of my ancestors, and Xiao Feng Canyue is full of sadness and pain for Liu Qi. Today, I saw a friend's words: Last night, the moonlight was dim, poems were on the wall, and paintings were shaken to sleep. It is also full of beauty. Another friend's: Everyone is new here, and some of them are old friends. But it hurts a little. It feels great.
Second, the pleasure of poetry is a personal matter. Reading good poems is naturally refreshing, but even if they are pleasant, Zhang San Li Si's impressions are different, and no matter how profound the critics are, they can't describe your feelings. As for the occasional clumsiness, writing one or two songs is more personal. Although rhyme is difficult to be elegant, it records the truest self at that time and place after all. Sometimes it is made public, but it is not for grandstanding. Just asking for a confidant, a confidant.