65438+registered on October 24th, 2007/kloc-0, and started writing on March 28th, 2008. I've been thinking for five months. What am I good at writing? Novel? Prose or poetry? I don't think so What I wrote before can only be regarded as an "emotional diary", not a genre. Even so, I never thought about giving up.
I have never forgotten that the ultimate goal of writing is to please myself. What's the point if it can't bring you happiness? People may encounter pain when they are alive. If he can find some happiness from that kind of pain, it must be a blessing in disguise. I am a lucky person, and my greatest pain is unhappiness. Therefore, I have never given up every opportunity to find happiness, just as I have never thought of giving up writing.
Being able to write the above passage, I think I must really love writing. I will keep writing, just as I am obsessed with finding happiness. Don't think about what to write, because every word you write is the happiest crystallization of yourself.
Happiness is hard and easy. I want to be the one who can have happiness easily. Today, I did it. No, about two months ago or earlier, I had this ability. If it was two months ago, then I must have met happiness at the moment when I accidentally opened it. Seeing a simple friend's poem deeply shocked me. So, I went to his homepage again and looked through every poem he had written before. That was the first time I read poetry since I went to college. I never thought that a person could really live like a poem. It turns out that poetry is always around us. It turns out that I also have the impulse to write poetry.
Poetry is divided into ancient poetry and modern poetry. I prefer the freedom of modern poetry, and of course I admire the rhythm of ancient poetry. However, I have long forgotten the theoretical knowledge about poetry. I have memorized all the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, but I am not impressed by the modern poems I have read. However, this does not affect my creative enthusiasm. I like poetry, and more importantly, it can entrust a person's sincere feelings with only a few numbers. This, novels can't do, and prose is hard to do. That seemingly concise text is actually a great test for the author. Without experience and imagination, it is difficult to write touching poems. And I am the one with little experience and no imagination. But I think this is undoubtedly a challenge for me.
I never like to argue with others, because philosophy tells me that there is a spirit called speculation. There is no absolute right or wrong in everything that can be debated, only two different attitudes towards life. Yes, philosophy makes me more rational. I am not good at lyricism, let alone writing about scenery. When I see a flower, I can only think of spring. When I see a fallen leaf, I can only think of autumn. I like to empathize and understand other people's world. However, few people can really understand me, because I seldom express my emotions. To be exact, I seldom have emotions.
I don't think poetry is always emotional. A good poem can impress itself first, and then the reader, and the most impressive power is sincerity. Writing poetry is also an invisible contest with yourself. If you just hold a perfunctory attitude, it is impossible to impress yourself, because you are not sincere enough to yourself. I think I can also integrate dialectics in philosophy into poetry! Poetry can also be rational. As long as you are sincere enough, you can live up to your heart and make yourself feel happy.
Fantasy is easy, but when I really started writing, I found that everything I had considered before was superfluous. Because you can't think about poetry and how to dialectical at the same time. Poetry itself is an idea that you inadvertently generate. It doesn't need your deliberate meditation, but more of an instant inspiration. This feeling is welcome. When it comes, you will feel it and have something to write. Go, don't leave a word! Meeting a poem is fate.
Having said that, I may still not understand the meaning of poetry, but I met a different self. In addition to thinking about brain-burning questions such as "Who am I", "Where am I from" and "Where am I going", I will buy myself time to talk with a tree, a flower and a cloud and listen to their voices. Maybe, I'm not writing a poem, I'm just playing with words, just putting some fragments of words into the shape of a poem. It doesn't matter. I can't write poetry, but I understand myself. None of this is worth suffering. Nothing matters. I found happiness.