Poetic mind
I like Tagore's long solo, He Qifang's formal narrative, and Whitman's unrestrained spit. I like poetry, so I dream of having a poetic heart.
A poetic heart is enough to purify a person's mind, observe the beauty that others have not noticed, enrich a person's feelings and reach the highest state of thought. ...
If I have a poetic heart, when others haven't found that spring is coming, and when others complain that spring is coming too late, "Spring can't be caged in the garden, and an apricot will grow in the wall" has made me feel the gift of spring. "The sound of cicadas makes the forest quieter, but Tonamiyama is quieter." Others didn't notice, but I realized it. When I regret the past and indulge in regret and guilt, I think, "I left gently, just as I came gently." I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. " So I easily bid farewell to the past and began to enter a new journey.
If I have a poetic heart and my psychological weight is balanced, I will not stumble in the materialistic and cheating society, nor will I walk out of my persistent pursuit and join the ranks of their game world in the clamor of others that "the outside world is wonderful". Because I know that time is precious and youth is fleeting, I know what I should do.
If I have a poetic heart, I won't be eager to try because I see others speculating in stocks overnight, and I won't be psychologically unbalanced because I see others speculating in real estate.
A poetic heart has benefited me a lot. I can deeply understand the meaning of stillness: stillness is a famous painting and a famous flower. My heart was silent, the whole world was muddy, and I was the only one. A poetic heart makes me see everything in the world clearly and clearly.
"However, China keeps our friendship, and heaven is still our neighbor" tells me that the preciousness of friendship lies not in distance, but in spiritual communication.
"Clear water produces hibiscus, natural carving" makes me understand that nature is beauty.
I like poetry, but I want to have a poetic heart. Although my dream is far away, it is possible to come true. I want to base myself on reality every step and pursue my dream-to have a poem.
Lonely and poetic.
Poetry is lonely, whether at home or abroad. Today, with the prevalence of fast food culture, poetry is no longer a necessary accompaniment on people's spiritual table. Who else idolizes poets? However, it makes the real poet more pure.
Born in Malaysia, he studied at Nanyang University in Singapore and Paris University in France. As a doctor of literature, he is proficient in Chinese, English and French. He once worked in the United Nations. Mr. Shimin has been marching on the smooth road of life, but he would rather give up all this: a generous salary and a carefree life, move his family back to the lion city, and devote himself to poetry creation with a "burning poetic heart." It seems that if he doesn't, he will regret it for the rest of his life.
"Poetry is the wing of literature, and it is also the breath of literature. Like other literary genres and art types, it is based on aesthetics, the world as the object, the thought as the guide, and the emotion as the basis, and always pursues truth, goodness and beauty. "
Perhaps it is the disparity between reality and ideal that makes Shimin gamble his life and plunge into the ivory tower, weaving a beautiful dream with poetry: "You are far away/busy wiping off your gun/I hope the gunfire will never start//I am in the tropics/publishing poetry/I just hope the world/poetry will be circulated forever" (For my son). "Put down the sword/let go/worry a lot//The fence has fallen/The heart wall has been built higher ... The cold war is over/The world is still full of gunpowder//Look at the Millennium War/Who is the last/winner" (worry). Here, we hear a sincere heart stirring for truth, goodness and beauty. It is no exaggeration to say that he is an aesthete.
Mr. Shimin is good at abstracting into concrete, all landscapes, thunderstorms, light, electricity, iron and fire. All can be included in the category of chanting, and all will be born from this. Ascend to the height of philosophy: "The tide has receded/the sea has appeared/pieces of mud//on the mud/waterfowl in groups of three or five/wading in search//under the mud/I don't know how many shells and oysters there are//There are often eagles flying in the horizon//The tide has receded/on the beach/It shouldn't be just mud//the gray horizon/the beauty of the country/"The rich images in the poem make people's thoughts complicated after reading. Mr. Shi Min pursues the high standard of personality independence and refuses to go with the flow: "In this absurd era/people turn everything into commodities/including soul, body, personality, national dignity/friendship and love". Mr. Shimin has deep feelings for this land that gave birth to him. Homesickness is hard to suppress when you are in a foreign country. Don't worry about leaving emotions between the lines. He yearns for both his hometown and Chinese mainland, and his lingering feelings are full of pride and pride as a descendant of China.
Mr. Shimin doesn't write difficult poems, but only writes my mouth by hand. He is simple, natural and fresh, but his words are righteous, shallow and thoughtful. Although the position of poetry in his mind is sacred and inviolable, he never writes poetry for the sake of writing poetry. He believes that poetry should have many social functions: "Philosophers … enlighten people's thoughts;" Poets ... touch people's hearts. Poets and philosophers have different ways, but the purpose is the same. " "Poetry should not be a tool of politics, and poets should not be slaves to politicians. However, poets should consciously stand with politicians and become comrades-in-arms of politicians. " "Historians seek truth, politicians seek goodness and poets seek truth, that is, beauty." The unpretentious words convey the poet's thoughts on life, the universe, peace, ecology and other issues and his deep humanistic concern.
Mr Shimin, whose ancestral home is in Chaoan, Guangdong, has China fever in his veins. While writing China's poems, he vigorously promoted China's culture, and successively founded Tropical Literature and Art and Straits Poetry Magazine, which were published at his own expense, which was unprofitable and admirable.
Mr. Shi Min often travels back and forth between China and Singapore, talking with mainland poets. The autumn wind brought coolness and a new collection of poems by Shimin. When he left again, he also left a heavy question mark: Why are some of our poets' poems more and more groggy and empty, while poets living abroad like Shimin are more nationalized?
Mr. Shimin is poor and Mr. Shimin is lonely. However, in the big garden of Chinese literature in the world, there will eventually be traces of Mr. Shimin. ...
Poetic mind never dies.
When I was young, I was as cynical as you. Whenever I see the Poems published by leading cadres in the bookstore, I always show disdain; When no one wants a dollar, it is quite pleasant to see these "poems" in the second-hand bookstall.
As I grow older, I don't look down on people day by day like Mr. Lu Xun, but I feel more sympathetic to people day by day, so I sometimes look through these "poems". To tell the truth, it really stinks, and some of them are "masterpieces" of leading cadres at a considerable level. So, I can't help wondering: the IQ of these cadres is much higher than mine. Can't they see that these poems are not only an honor for themselves, but also a shame?
Mr. Hu Shi is famous for his tolerance to others. It is said that even Cao Kun, who is notorious for taking bribes, has advantages in his eyes: justice. I also tried to re-observe these "poetry collections" with Mr. Hu Shi's eyes and really saw their value: the poetic heart is immortal.
Everyone says that the leader is very tired now. Meetings, official documents and banquets (dinners) are not fuel-efficient lamps. Many leaders regret being too busy. Excessive entertainment ruined a group of cadres, who gradually became prodigals. In fact, no one in the world really wants to be gluttonous, so those cadres with beer bellies are also extremely painful. I came back from the entertainment place in the middle of the night and saw half a moon hanging in the sky through the window. I suddenly remembered that day a few years ago, and it was the same moonlight. I wrote 300 long poems because I broke up with her. Now, I can't write a poem with hiccups! "I can't live like this anymore, I can't live like this anymore." I secretly made up my mind that although the work will continue tomorrow, time is like a sponge. If you want to squeeze, you can still squeeze out some, then use this time to "plant some plots." The "poetry collection" we see is probably the "crops" growing on these "private plots", right? Although they are not sweet, they are valuable: they are the crystallization of immortal poetic mind.
Everyone has a poetic heart, and everyone has a desire to transcend real life. However, too busy life often buries our poetic heart. Although they will never die, they will also be hurt. This is why some leading cadres don't want a dollar for their "poems". Leading cadres who have suffered from the damage of poetic mind and are well aware of its value certainly know that the task of cultivating and protecting poetic mind is no easier than engaging in several "achievements projects". I hope some leaders will not be afraid of difficulties.