Ode to a Goose is the first poem I came into contact with. If nothing else, it is the kind of sour and refreshing that makes people shake their heads.
In my eyes as a child at that time, Singing Goose was simply a good song. It eliminated my confusion and opened my mind. So that my love for liberal arts and literature in the future also comes from this.
Listen!
Goose, goose, goose
Xiang Tiange,
White hair floating green water,
The red palm clears the waves.
Until now, I still think Luo's ode to the goose is the most beautiful poem. Before, I didn't understand its charm, but it was beautiful enough to read. Now when I read Ode to a Goose again, a picture comes to my mind. A flock of white geese play in the crystal clear blue waves, sometimes singing with their necks, sometimes biting and pecking at each other's feathers, sometimes putting their slender necks into the water, and sometimes taking a nap on the water. ...
What a wonderful memory, but why in childhood? Maybe at that time, I was the one I wanted, but I grew up and became like this.