Living in the dirt,
I've been free and easy all these years.
These are some poems that Miss Dong gave to Lei Xiaoping in the third season of Chinese Poetry Conference. While I admire Miss Dong's intelligence and elegance, I also respect Lei Xiaoping's feelings of looking up at the clouds in the mud.
Lei Xiaoping is the owner of Leiji Steamed Bread Shop in Fuxian County, Shaanxi Province. For decades, he and his wife have run such a steamed bread shop, which has attracted countless customers because of its mellow taste and affordable price. Although the storefront is short, it is crowded and steamed bread is in short supply all day. Lei Xiaoping's life is not full of "steamed bread" every day except the smell of wheat seedlings and ink. He always spends an hour reading poetry after work every night. From the beginning of reading poetry recitation, to writing his own poems, and now bravely stepping onto the stage of the poetry conference, he really looked at the stars, poetry and the distance while living.
Poetry is a spiritual paradise, where reality cannot reach, the soul can reach.
In Taoyuan, the land is flat and spacious, the house is just like it, the grass is delicious, the English is colorful, and my hair is yellow. I am very happy. We may never get to such a quiet and peaceful place and live a life of "taking plum as our wife" in Taoyuan. Ordinary people, such as me, may be doomed to be busy all day in the bustling world for a living. However, in our daily life, poetry has built us a paradise that nourishes our souls and nourishes the landscape that purifies our hearts. We can enjoy the leisure of life in "I will walk until the water stops me", then sit and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran, find the coordinates of life when we are frustrated, cherish the present in "Try new fire, new tea, poetry and wine by years", and live only in the present ... This is the role of poetry, which makes us think long and meaningful.
When the spring breeze blows the willow branches to play in the water, we can gently recite "the flowers are small and the red apricots are small, and when the swallows fly, the green water is around"; Pipa is so loud that we can praise it by "humming, whispering-then mixing it together, just like pouring pearls of all sizes into a plate of jade". Even in autumn, it's far more than the tragic desolation of "rain falling on the river to wash autumn", and the heroic self-confidence of "all mountains are red, forests are dyed, rivers and mountains are clear, and hundreds of people compete for flow".
This is the power of poetry. Advance can attack, retreat can defend. When you are proud, you can see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day, and when you are frustrated, you can see "green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers". My peace of mind is my hometown. What's the matter?
Poetry has zero threshold. Before poetry, everyone is equal.
If writing poems requires cultural background and life experience, then reading and reciting poems is what everyone should do. Perhaps, what is truly immortal is all civilians. What is really full of life is grounding gas. Regardless of class status, cultural level or good looks, one can enjoy the fun-this is the loveliness of poetry-it always accepts everything with a broad mind.
Yu Xiuhua, a "peasant poet" and Kang Zhen, a cultural scholar, are both devout admirers and followers of poetry. At this moment, they are no different, just a wave in the poetic sea of Wang Yang. As Juck Zhang, a man of A Qing Dynasty, said in his book A Dream Shadow, young people read like a peep at the moon in the gap, middle-aged people read like a moon in the court, and old people read like a moon on the stage. The depth of experience is the depth of income. Yes, only depth. Deep and shallow, wrong and right, what's important?
Poetry is like brocade, embroidered on pavilions.
The stork tower meets Wang Zhihuan, and the small building on the bank of the Yellow River shakes Kyushu. The Yellow Crane Tower met Cui Hao, and since then, it has become famous all over the world. Poets who moved away from Fan Wenzheng all worshipped Yueyang Tower. Teng Wang Ge met Wang Bo, who enjoys a high reputation at home and abroad. The four famous buildings in China are all famous for a poem and a passage. If a building wants to become a famous building, it must have a masterpiece. Famous buildings and masterpieces really complement each other. Just like the West Lake has a kind of "comparing the West Lake to the West Lake" and "several early warblers compete for warm trees", it has soul and spirituality. The scenery with poetry as the background is like exploring spring, trimming eyebrows, looking at flying, seeing literary talent and forgetting customs in Cao Gong's works.
Poetry, that piece of brocade, always makes the five mountains in China dazzling, just like a touch of turquoise in the talented painter Wang Ximeng's "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".
Cooking words to satisfy hunger, burning words as firewood, in the gap between the world of mortals and mediocrity, fresh clothes are angry and the heels are strengthened. Not bad either.
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