In Rigeng's article, I mentioned some of the poems and expressed my own views.
What moved me most was looking at the moon and thinking of a distant person: "The moon is at sea now, and the horizon is * * * at this time. People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones. Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. So I left my message to the moon and then turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream. "
I miss the moon, I miss it, I have no sleep because I miss it, and I feel the night is long because I have no sleep. From the anxiety of "long and considerate night" to the tranquility of "turn to my bed and dream", I feel that maybe missing is not a painful thing. It seems that they have never lived in the future, but our experience is beautiful because of them. No matter how far apart you and I are, we will be grateful to meet.
What surprised me the most was titled "The Village in the South of the City": "On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. "
The poet who went to Beijing to take the exam met a young girl whose face was as vibrant as a peach blossom. The next year, when the poet came to that place again, the girl didn't know where she was. Although the story is full of regrets, I only like the poet describing the girl's face as "peach blossom". I think a person's spirit is more important than pure beauty. If a person's appearance can make him feel young and full of hope, who doesn't like such a person?
What impressed me the most was Zhang Tailiu Han Yi: "Zhang Tailiu, Zhang Tailiu, was it green in the past?" Even if the strip looks old, climb up and break other people's hands. "
"Yang Liuzhi" Liu Shi: "Yang Liuzhi, Fangfei Festival, I hate seeing you off every year. A leaf suddenly reports autumn with the wind, even if you come! "
Han Yi and Liu Ben were congenial, but they were separated by the war and Liu was robbed. Han Yi expressed his feelings with this poem, and Liu Ye wrote him a reply. Although their story was heard by the emperor and the emperor decided to give it to Liu Jia, I also saw her helplessness from Liu's poems. She told Li Han in a poem: I have not been climbed by others, and I am still waiting for you. However, because of such a long separation, I have lost my beauty, and I'm afraid even you don't want to climb.
When we are in the prime of life, it is gratifying to have deep feelings, but if I have been washed by years, I have lost my former appearance. Do you still have your heart at that time?
Let me restore calm is "Fisherman": "An old fisherman spent the night here, west cliff, Xiao Ji, Qing Xiang, burning bamboo. The sun disappears like a cloud, and there is a noise from the green mountains and green waters. I turned around and saw the waves coming from the sky, and the clouds on the cliff drifted carelessly. "
The most important ability a person should possess is self-healing ability. After all, life is impermanent and full of ups and downs. If you are too persistent in everything, you will become more and more anxious. It is better to take a look at the scenery of nature for a while and blend in with nature.
The poet saw the fisherman. He lives under the western rock at night and wakes up in the morning to make a fire and cook. He used a bamboo tube to draw clear Hunan water, picked up a pile of bamboo leaves and bamboo stems and lit a blazing flame. A red sun blew, and the smoke from the fishing fire dispersed, and the fog on the Xiangjiang River also dispersed. At this time, the fisherman disappeared, disappearing like a fairy. Suddenly there was the voice of "Yinai". It turns out that the fisherman has sailed into the river and merged into the green mountains and green waters.
Whatever we do, everything will come back to life. No matter what kind of life, you can enjoy it to the fullest. This is the meaning of life.
I used to think that poetry was too far away from us, so we wouldn't use this kind of written dialogue. But after reading it, I found that poetry is actually very close to us, not only words, but also emotions.
We feel normal or even bored with the same scene, but the poet can listen to the voice in the scene and describe it from another angle. This also provides us with a new way of looking at things. Reading carefully is actually enhancing our perception of the world.