He loved the sea all his life. Maybe it wasn't his intention to lie on the tracks and wait to die.
As a recognized genius, he is lonely, sad and miserable. He is even called a genius. In the era of contemporary new culture such as Xia, he is famous for his outstanding talents.
It seems that he has lived in the shadow of lovelorn all his life, and God has given him not only that full talent, but also a lifetime of pain. When I started reading his poems and began to feel his world from a poem "Spring Blossoms Facing the Sea", I found that his talent was integrated with his extreme sadness.
Haizi, known as one of the "Three Poets of Peking University", lived in a poor rural area, and books became his whole world at the beginning of his life. Perhaps, because he has a loving mother, he chose love over poetry and love. It was his talent that made him love, and it was also because his talent made him suffer all his life.
He strengthened the scars in Wanbo's memory with persistence, and Wanbo's teacher Haizi won Wanbo's heart with his outstanding talent. Perhaps, at that time, Wanbo was just a child. Perhaps, at that time, they really fell in love, so sincerely. Even though Wanbo left him, he still loved him. Their breakup may not be God's punishment. It is inevitable that people will experience lovelorn love before they can learn to grow up.
Did Wanbo's departure hurt lonely Haizi? Indeed, Haizi was injured, and he didn't believe that his first love, which he maintained wholeheartedly, would be destroyed. They said more than once that it will last forever; More than once, they said they would grow old together; What's more, they made a lifelong commitment? But what you want to lose will eventually be lost, even if you want to stay, you can't stay. His love is short-lived, full of romance and beauty, just like fireworks in full bloom. When Wanbo left, maybe Haizi was crying, and Wanbo probably knew it.
The appearance of stone powder is the moment when Haizi chooses poetry in front of love and poetry. Shifen may be the woman that Haizi loves him the most in his life, and also the woman that Haizi cherishes the least. Because of Shifen's accommodation, Haizi became more like a child, and it was precisely because his mother loved Haizi too much that Haizi did not learn to grow up. Indeed, Haizi never loved Shifen, but who can say that he loved Wan Bo deeply? In the end, Shi fen didn't have the courage to continue to love someone who loves poetry more.
Dance with poetry
Haizi's hair is messy. His hair is messy in almost every photo. He is a poet who doesn't pay attention to appearance, and his time seems to be spent on poetry creation. Poetry is all he has, and his lover lives alone. A person who loves poetry is lucky, but Haizi's love of poetry is unfortunate.
He is a born poet, but with his innate talent, he is on the verge of despair. Maybe he shouldn't have loved a mortal in the first place.
Most women in Haizi's life fell in love with his talent and romance. Haizi's life as a poet is intertwined with poetry.
White is Haizi's spiritual harbor. Haizi regards her as a sister and a beauty. The sensible Bai doesn't think Haizi is infatuated with his feelings. Haizi at that time was just a child psychologically. He is too scared when he is lonely. As the only reliance of Bai, it has also become the sustenance of his feelings. Bai undertakes not only Haizi's love, but also affection and friendship. Pepe at that time was more like a mother in her relationship with Haizi. Bai's love for Haizi is more sympathy than appreciation.
Haizi found Anne deeply in love with him. It was the most empty time of his feelings, and he began to lose his mind. Anne, who has become * * *, still loves Haizi. However, what about Haizi? Since Haizi secretly met her, it has been proved that Haizi doesn't love this girl named Annie.
Li Hua is Haizi's last emotional sustenance and the only modern China poet he worships. He regards this woman as his own god. He also began to fantasize about his love with God. At this time, he really lost his love and really got it.
He lost his love for women. Similarly, poetry became his true lover. He devoted himself to poetry. He has never loved anyone so much. He told all his love and hate to poetry and gave it to him.
When he is in love, he writes poems. When he was lovelorn, all the poems became the edge of his pain, and he was trapped in it. He wrote more and more poems, and then became deeper and deeper. In the end, he loves poetry more than himself.
If Haizi and poetry are singing a song, then this song is too painful; If Haizi and poetry are dancing a beautiful dance, then this dance is enough to dance deeply; If Haizi is drinking with poetry, then this cup of turbid wine is too easy to make people drunk.
Haizi is a person who doesn't understand love, but he got the purest love; Perhaps, he is a person who understands love, but he just doesn't understand the love between people. Haizi really loves poetry, but he loves poetry, not women. His favorite woman is his poem. In his view, poetry is worthy of his oath, and only poetry will always accompany him.
The paper on which the poems were recorded was innocent. It was burned with the poems, and the people who were finally burned were also taken away. Those poor voices, who is suffering for leaving? Is it a burning man, innocent paper, or his beloved memory?
Who is the woman Haizi loved?
I think that person is Lu Hua, because Haizi has never grown up. As a bamboo horse, Lu Hua may become the clearest shadow in Haizi's mind. Lu Hua is a woman he looks at from a distance, but he won't invade her pure woman with dirty thoughts, just as pure as his love of poetry.
Love is intoxicating wine, however, poetry is mellow wine.
I wrote a sad poem into my life, and I spent my whole life writing it again.
Love is a cup of poison without antidote, and everyone who drinks it will become a prisoner of love.
Affectionate seeds are blown into poems by the wind, and poems become painful memories.
Ruthless pen is lonely, burning too many scars will never hurt yourself.
Is enthusiastic Haizi lost in poetry, or lost in love, lost in poetry? Did he use death to realize his eternal love for poetry?