Poetry, read it over and over again. I realized the sentence in the poem: "Everyone has his own name, his own voice, love and wishes." Yes, the chrysanthemum has yellow flowers, but the bitter chrysanthemum has lavender flowers. It doesn't have to be the same. Life is colorful. Everyone has their own preferred lifestyle, and there is no need to be the same as others.
After reading it a few times, I found another poem I had read a few days ago, "In the Bluebell Grove" by the British poet Sean Haldane, and read it again. Several times. This poem was very beautiful when I read it two days ago.
After breakfast, it was still early, so I copied these two poems. I often use the mouse to type on the keyboard, and often use my fingers to poke words on the mobile phone. When I hold the pen to write, I feel that I have not written for a long time, and it feels good to write occasionally. Although my handwriting is not pretty.
On my lunch commute, I saw wild carrots blooming. There are also yellow and red sorrel flowers blooming everywhere. Somewhere on the ground, there are green flowers blooming with small blue flowers that you can’t see clearly unless you squat down. Only when you squat down and take a closer look will you realize how beautiful the flowers are.
The first thing I do when I get home at noon is to see the flowers of bitter chrysanthemum. Sure enough, the petals bloomed. The shape of the flowers is similar to that of bittern flowers, but the colors are different. One is yellow and the other is lavender.
I looked for you in the bluebell woods, but there was no trace of you. You have no trace, but I can feel your presence with me. In the golden six-pointed star of the little anemone? In the scattered tender yellow grass? In the pink petals of the lost robin? I have no way of knowing. However, suddenly, I knew that among the maroon trunks, as far as the eye could see, the knee-high bluebells were you: where? nowhere? somewhere? Everywhere.
——"In the Bluebell Wood" by Sean Haldane