Living poetically, perhaps we should be as carefree as Tao Qian's "Southward Wilderness Returning to the Garden" and "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely".
Living poetically, perhaps it should be like Li Bai's "Laughing at the sky and going out, are we Artemisia people?"
Living poetically, perhaps, should be like Yi 'an laity. "What do you know? Do you know that?/You know what? Should be as gentle and simple as green, fat, red and thin.
However, in the rapidly changing modern society, we can't live in seclusion in the countryside like Tao Qian, or act spontaneously like Li Bai, or tell our hearts to the red flowers and green leaves all day long like Yi 'an. Is it possible that poetic life only favors the ancients and excludes busy modern people?
Ideal. It is the first level of realm, "alone on the tall building, looking at the horizon." It was the ideal that lit the spark, washed away the vast dust, and let us see the horizon at a glance and start the journey of pursuit. Tagore once said, "The paradise in my poems is the ideal in my heart." It is the ideal in the heart that will strive to pursue a poetic paradise. To live poetically, we must first have an ideal, whether it is dim or brilliant, whether it is small or great. Without ideals, how can Yin Hui bloom in spring and shine with stars in summer? How to set sail in the ocean of life?
Struggle is the second realm. "I don't regret getting wider and wider, and I am haggard for Iraq." Living poetically means picking up the axe of struggle, chopping the ideal stone, rolling up a thousand waves and expressing lofty sentiments. Yesterday, Qin Shihuang set the ideal of reunifying the whole country. He worked steadily and steadily, and his struggle never stopped, and finally unified the whole country. Struggle makes the ideal shine, makes the road of life wider and wider, bears the unbearable weight of life, and props up a sunny day of life. Who can say that such a life is not poetic? !
Harvest. It is the third realm, "suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light." After watering the ideal field with the fountain of struggle, autumn is the harvest season. This golden rice field reflects a shining road of life. No matter how big or small this golden rice field is, as long as it is harvested, it is already a success, and flowers and applause can be harvested; If you fail, you will learn a lot from an experience and start over. As Ji Xianlin, a master of Chinese studies, once said, "A person's life is like writing a poem. Your success and failure are all poems, a little poetry. " Harvest is the harvest of ideal, the harvest of struggle and the harvest of poetic life.
I said that there is no tragedy, no tragic, no sublime. The eternal tragedy of Farewell My Concubine is due to a man's extreme understanding of himself. When the flag of the Han family was raised in the company camp, and Liu Bang's horseshoe sounded, our hero could only defend his greatest dignity with withered flower of life. I hate it. I hate that I didn't fly to the banks of the Wujiang River a thousand years earlier. I pulled the sword from the overlord's hand with my weak hand, and then I told him gently: "Winning or losing is a military plan." Children of Jiangdong, brilliant, make a comeback, unknown. "But the fact is that the self-denial in the predicament melts the hero's dream of dominating the world; The desolation under siege has extinguished the aurora that once lit up the world.
An imaginary "Wutai Poetry Case" made our writer on the verge of extinction, and Yukou, who was so angry, cried miserably in torture. The romantic scholar who splashed ink trembled in the wind in the shackles, his hair was unkempt and dusty, and he wandered around like duckweed. The vast Tianya road is a post station where you have no fixed place to live and wander; The bleak family still rings your strong voice that shakes the sky. You are broad-minded, so you still "talk about teenagers" on a cloudy day in Michigan; You are free and easy, so in the stormy Huangzhou, you are still "why not sing slowly" and "let a misty rain live a lifetime"; You are born, so you are still in Huizhou, which is full of miasma, "300 lychees grow up to be Lingnan people a day". You are detached from things, so you are lonely and lonely in Qiongzhou, and still sincerely sing "I don't hate the southern narrow escape, my life is wonderful." In the course of suffering, your enthusiasm has not diminished. You have won Dongpo's romantic and chic life, surpassed the true colors of narrow-minded people and created a magnificent civilization.
It is not a pity that Xiang Yu was covered by the dark clouds of the raid and wiped out the ambition in his own weakness; Perilla, which is proud of its own bank, has added a glorious page that will never fade for the long river of history with its firm self-transcendence.
Loyalty is a model, and filial piety is Chen Qingbiao. These two tables interpret the legend of human gratitude and show the true meaning of human gratitude. In order to repay Liu Bei's kindness in taking care of the thatched cottage, Zhuge Liang went to Qishan six times and made great contributions to Liu Bei's farmland. "When he started his career, he died first. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats". In order to repay the kindness of that year, he explained the true meaning of gratitude to later generations with his own energy. It was Shi Mi's misfortune to lose his parents when he was young, but grandma used her warmth to make the poor child grow up and become famous all over the world. Being an official is a lifelong dream of many scholars. Is it wrong to be an official for ten years? However, when this opportunity really came, Shi Biao never forgot his grandmother. He gave up the opportunity. Because he knows that "grandma can't live without the minister." Between being an official and repaying kindness, he carefully chose the latter. Their gratitude warmed themselves and touched future generations. At that moment, the flower of happiness bloomed on their grateful branches.