Human beings have reached the 21st century. Facing a world with rules and an orderly life, we are rarely excited. When we lament that the whole world is turbulent by worldly noise and material desires, we have reasons. I miss those years full of sincere fantasy and hazy emotions, open the melodic poems line by line, follow the footsteps of the poets, cherish their longing, and experience their emotions, their poems, and their love. .
The sigh of loneliness and melancholy coexists, passing through the ancient veins of time, endlessly.
“The blue sky and the yellow leaves on the ground,” “The lonely phoenix tree locks the clear autumn in the deep courtyard,” such a scene, it should be “looking for osmanthus seeds in the moon in the mountain temple,” sighing, “When will we come again?” “Persistence” The palm reads the tearful eyes, "The tearful eyes ask the flowers and they are silent," "There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart!"
"Continuous cutting and confusion are the sorrow of divorce, don't say goodbye!" This is the general feeling in my heart, "Leaning in the dim light, the lights are bright; "There is no way out of the soul, the west wind blows behind the curtain, people are thinner than yellow flowers;" The haggard and beautiful face, as if lost; "If life is just like the first sight, why is the autumn wind sad like a painted fan. "The plum rain is a curtain, and you can walk to the end of the world."
Use poetry to praise parting and loneliness. The sadness of looking up at the fallen leaves pours down from the dusky sky. Whose heart is flooded with sighs of loneliness and melancholy?
The representative of youth is poetry, the soul of poetry is emotion, and the ultimate emotion is love, and we always love each other at a distance.
“The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and flying birds. One is in the sky and the other is bottomless.” Tagore’s helplessness gradually stopped in the gaps between trees; Xu Zhimo While quietly admiring the Cam River, the sadness of the sunset appeared in his eyes, "Gently, I left, just as I came gently, I waved gently to bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky." There was also a woman who was opening the car. Under the tree full of Bodhi flowers, he smiled at him and said, "If you were a lotus, you would be the most beautiful lotus in the world." So, when he got old, Tsangyang Gyatso piously wrote, "I will be there, and I will never leave."
Without love, this building will collapse in half. That's why there is "A lonely grave thousands of miles away, with no place to express desolation". That's why Xu Zhimo has a woman named Su Su in his heart; that's why there is "You are the flowers blooming on each tree, you are the wind and the swallow. The murmur between the beams, "becomes Lin Huiyin's praise of love; only then will there be a broken lamp, rooted in Shelley's heart; only then will there be a beautiful scene, immortalized in Byron's writings."
We love so deeply, but the distance is so far away, and our love is so poignant, just like the colorful clouds.
Memories are pulled back to reality, and dreams are torn apart by reality.
The wind is blowing. Frustrated rain, depressed clouds, sad clouds, and silent streets are full of music in the ocean of poetry. Those broken page corners, like poplar catkins scattered in the middle of the lake, are flying in the season of youth.
A lamp broke, a tree flower fell, and the reed of thought wrote a lament. A trembling soul casts memories into thin slices, and the lines are soaked with emotional veins. The road that was once hollowed out by time and full of panic is the firefly that we have never forgotten touching each other in our hearts.
Walking through the melodious sound of the flute, holding a collection of poems in hand, I seem to be able to hear the sadness of the human feelings of the past. Poetry and love are inseparable from now on.
Don’t forget, when we can’t stop but can’t speak, write down our emotions in the form of poetry and incorporate love as your thoughts about this era.