On the night when I was reading poetry, there was rain outside the window. Listening to the sound of rain coming and going, I sat quietly under the soft light, with the posture of sprouting spring buds, letting my figure sink deeper and deeper into the rainy night, and letting my dreams float more and more in the poetic realm. The further away...
My eyes are like slender blades of grass, and the poems are like crystal dewdrops, rolling brightly on the blades. Then, they rolled into my heart one by one, making my heart clear and clear.
I like myself when I read poetry, because I am the calmest when I read poetry. The troubles and trivial matters in the world have disappeared, and there is no longer any shadow in my heart. The worldly disputes, grudges, gains and losses in the world of fame and wealth all disappear. I read poetry because I feel that poetry is closest to my heart. Only when reading poetry can I truly feel that I am breathing the same breath as the world. Everything in the world envelopes me affectionately with great tenderness. Any breeze blowing from the poems can soothe my soul that is wrinkled by the worries of the world.
On the night when I read poetry, the moonlight is like water. My tired heart rests among the lines of poetry. The poems fly gracefully in the moonlight. At this moment, the dust has settled, and I feel that my body seems to be very light, as light as a fallen leaf, as light as a feather. I know that poetry has taken away my heavy body, leaving only the beautiful taste in life.
On cold days, I rely on poetry to keep warm and dream. A few short, branched lines of text are truly magical. In just a moment, my sleepy words like water lotuses can be lifted up gently. In the quiet night, looking at poems, my dusty soul will often be cleansed. So, I seemed to wake up from a hibernating slumber, with inspiration rushing down like lightning and passion like a waterfall.
On the night when I read poetry, my dreams are like the twinkling stars in the night sky. My soul dances in poetry. The wind blows from distant history. When I chanted softly, those sentences like musical notes and pearls slipped from my lips unconsciously. Reminds me of a sweet song that I treasure deep in my heart.
When I read poetry, I don’t smoke heavily like some people do and surround myself in clouds, mountains and seas of fog. My fingers turned the pages of poems very lightly. After gently turning the pages of poems, I brewed a cup of black tea on the desk. The fragrance filled the whole room. When the tea became stronger, the poetry in my heart also became stronger. I sipped it gently. The first sip is thick, warm, and uniquely interesting.
The world is getting busier and busier. I don’t know how many people are escaping from the mortal world like me. With a cup of tea and a book of poems, I can transcend the fatigue and hustle and bustle of the city and stay quiet night after night. inside? Many years ago, I chose words because poetry was the only way my heart could communicate with the world. I understand life and pursue life through reading and writing poems.
During the night of reading poetry, I seemed to see the beautiful you smiling at me. The stars and the moon were speechless, and I felt that my heart was quietly talking to you. The vast night sky is as deep as the forehead of a wise man. I can't get close to it. I can only look up high in the way of reading, with my heart full of piety and holiness...
The night of reading poetry is very warm. The night is also very romantic. I like to read poetry late at night. On the journey of life, it is also a kind of romance to travel with poetry...
2. Spring is always there when traveling with poetry
No ship can be like this A book
No horse can carry people far away like a page of jumping poems
This is the poorest person in the world. It can also walk
What a frugal car this is
Carrying the human soul
This is a poem once written by the American female writer Dickinson. I like it very much. So if someone asks me: Why should we read poetry? My answer is simple: "Poetry takes us far away"!
I know that poetry has been marginalized in contemporary times. Even for me, it seems like it’s been a long time since I’ve read a new poem religiously. But I never dare to despise poetry. I always have a heart of awe for poetry.
Poetry can be called the highest art among language arts. In the poem, there is a vast and endless world, and a world of steaming clouds and rosy clouds. With just a few words, she can bring people into a realm of beauty, which may be earth-shattering or lingering. Poetry is an elegant flower, a wonderful spirit!
Heidegger once said that people should dwell on the earth poetically. What a wonderful calling this is! People's need for poetry has nothing to do with material things, but is related to human spirit, human nature, and human life. Poetry is the container of the human soul. Why do people live? What is the meaning of life? These are questions that philosophy, literature, and especially poetry want to explore. Some people are unwilling to explore these issues, but those who care about life itself cannot avoid it. Avoiding it can only cause greater hesitation and pain. Sooner or later.
Reading poetry is also very beneficial to a person’s growth. Bacon said: "History makes people wise, poetry makes people clever." I often meet people who dismiss poetry and only laugh secretly. This certainly seems a bit arrogant. However, whenever my mind jumps lightly and nimbly between other people's seemingly obscure lines of poetry, I feel as happy as a child. This is probably difficult for people who don’t read poetry to understand.
Therefore, a person does not need to read poetry all his life, but if he does not read a little bit when he is young, I am afraid that his life will be difficult to have depth, and the whole person may lose some spirituality. What's more, youth itself is a poem. How can there be no reason not to love youth?
So, I very much hope that students can take advantage of this youth to read more poetry. In addition to "Spring Water and Stars" and "The Collection of Birds", we also need to extend our horizons further. Last time we asked everyone to recommend their favorite poems. Judging from everyone's recommendations, there are many poems that are indeed worthy of our careful appreciation.
I have excerpted several of the modern poems here. If there is a breezy evening, you are walking quietly in the central square of the city, or you have the opportunity to get on the train alone and look at it in boredom. Don’t forget the concrete forest passing by outside the car window, there are also these poems that can accompany our souls!