Do you want to see a famous garden full of flowers? The world will provide you with: in March, the Peace Shrine in Kyoto, Japan, with cherry blossoms like the sea; In Richter, USA in April, lilacs are in full bloom; In spring, the peony in Luoyang, China is blooming; The summer exhibitions in Beijing Botanical Garden are full of famous flowers. As long as you have a ticket, you can immerse yourself in the clouds, the singing of birds, the red flowers and green leaves, the fragrance of mountains and rivers, and you don't know the way home.
However, when people are alive, they still have to have a heart garden of their own, and they can get involved in it every day. There are buds and dead leaves; There are fruits and fallen flowers; Life is prosperous, gorgeous, brilliant, but also failed, confused and melancholy. It is full of all kinds of variables, but it is the true nature of our life, from which we can learn the nutrition of life.
This is a sunny spring day, the sun shines brightly on everything and breeds a different kind of brilliance. The gentle south wind gently buckles the window bell, and the bell is euphemistic, such as clear and clean running water and a poetic fog, which makes me feel the warmth of life. Click the mouse, "March sea, you listen to the moan of the sea/the sigh of the peach blossom in your poetry/you listen to the footsteps of spring", just like a child sucking his fingers, flashing transparent and clear eyes and talking to himself excitedly. I can't help but shine at the moment, sink down and start to examine him carefully-a stone is hard to burn and walked into his "back garden".
"The night is not my shadow/I want to go further/find the past and myself." Reading such a firm and stubborn poem, a young and determined figure inexplicably emerged in front of my eyes. He is like a wandering singer, his expression is extremely simple, and he is more just thinking, silent or listening. He learned to look like a fish, plunged into the river of life, looked for the past, and called for the return and light of human nature.
"Simple room. A book of poems, a rubber tree/some old photos, I often look at them/see the new buds of life, the superposition of old things/Listen, the stream in the book flows outward/I want to catch the spring with the wings of bees "In this noisy and complicated world, such clear poems, refreshing tremors-what kind of struggle is simpler and more stubborn than writing poems? Poetry is unyielding pride and a never-ending stream in the dust. He used the pen tip to find and collect the eternal light, the yearning-dreams, hopes, beliefs and freedom. ...
What is life? Why are you singing? "I am crawling, lifting the sickle of harvesting autumn/flowers in bud wandering in winter/the warmth of spring is flowing out of the river opened in February/I will no longer ignore the details of life and slip away from me/I want to leave no proof of time." Time can change everything, but a person's situation, status and habits can't change the beliefs engraved on his forehead. This is the author's insistence and a respectable and lovely place. Believe in the future, love life, poetry will always be the torch in the hands of Danke!
A stone had an accident while driving. Although it was a close call, it made him understand the value of life and gave him a deep understanding of life. "I'm still alive/I have a beloved person and a poem I love waiting/in the turmoil of life, I can find the black and white/words of love poetry." The reality of hitting a wall and confusion have not changed a poem that loves life.
After many twists and turns, based on the belief of never giving up and never giving up, he reflected on his poetry and life with such a poem: "You can't ignore my bewilderment about you/My truth is like snow in your hair/Look into my eyes, a mermaid swims in my blood, swims into my heart/How long do I have to wait, will I wither with the stone/will I stand by you?"
Poetry has always been regarded as an elegant activity to express the will. I can't hide the difficulty when I walked out of the dark/I never closed my eyes, and the flowers in the mud blossomed/came into my heart from my sight. I was gentle as water first/firm as a rock later, and built a castle for you all my life. "The scene of love is also a bit sad because of soliloquy. For mankind, love is always an attractive mystery, but for the author, love is always as noble as a "princess".
Poetry grows in the soil of a rock-and-roll artistic conception, and every emotional person is singing. Oh, the soul is immersed in the rich aesthetic feeling induced and blended by foreign objects, full of interest and emotion of poetry, which not only relies on rational understanding, but also reproduces life by lyric, symbol and image thinking, with full charm. A friend talked about the "technical" nature of poetry. I like what Yang Chengzhai, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, said: "It has always been like this. Those with poor talent like to talk about the style of poetry, but they don't know that poetry is funny. Why? Style is an empty shelf, which can be described by opening your mouth; It is impossible to be humorous and write the spirit, but it is not a genius. " Yuan Mei also wrote in Poems with the Garden, "You know, temperament will lead to rhythm, but it is not beyond your temperament. Half of "300 Articles" are poems in which hardworking men miss women and express their feelings directly. Who made the rules for them? Who set the tone for them? " Yes, as Xu Hun said, "Poetry is like a fairy bone, there is no poem in the bone, and there is no wave to sing." Poetry is first in the poet's bones, and then in style and technology.
I think poetry creation should emphasize the ideological individuality of poetry, which comes from the bones of poetry. I don't object to poetry emphasizing deeper artistic thought, but the expression of that kind of thought needs something more specific than artistry, and the weakness of image or temperament, supplemented by the rhyme, skill or beauty of words, can make a good poem even if it is empty. "Poetry is hard to be true, and no matter what temperament, it is true." Men don't write poems, but there are poems in their bones. He is also a poet.
Flowers bloom and fall, things change, but the heart of poetry is not old, real poetry is not old, what changes is the world, and what remains unchanged is faith! Finally, I hope the author can tolerate life and love with a broader mind, abandon the ego and enlarge me with a more elegant artistic style, and wish to sing more beautiful songs!
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My Back Garden (Poetry)
◆ Back garden
A humble room, a collection of poems, a rubber tree.
Some old photos, which I often face.
Look at the new buds of life and the superposition of old things.
Listen, the stream in the book flows out.
I want to plug in the wings of bees and seize this spring.
◆ Haizi
The sea in March, you listen to the sea moaning.
Listen to the sigh of peach blossoms in your poems.
Listen, listen to the footsteps of spring.
The sea in March, you have read the poems of the sea.
You read and miss the tears that fall on your waves.
You read, you read, you read the temperature of the rail.
I'm not Na Pianhai, I'm the child you mentioned.
You listen to my heartbeat, and I will interpret your life.
◆ Mirror
You can't ignore me. I'm at a loss for you.
My reality is more like snow in your hair.
Look into my eyes and swim with the mermaid.
She swam in my blood and entered my heart.
How long do I have to wait? Will it wither with the stone?
I stand in front of you and live in your eyes.
◆ photo album
I always stand in the dirt and water my roots with blood.
Time is only confirmed in me.
Stiff posture and dreamy smile
I crawled and raised my sickle to harvest autumn.
Wandering in winter with budding flowers.
The warmth of spring is flowing from the river that was unsealed in February.
No longer ignore the details of life and slip away from you.
What I want to stay is by no means a proof of time.
◆ Princess
People passing by. cannot be hidden
Get out of the difficulties of the night
I never close my eyes and bloom in the mud.
From sight to heart, I am gentle as water first.
As firm as a rock, I will build a castle for you all your life.