Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
The poet and his sweetheart walked in the snowy area, surrounded by silence, beautiful scenery and harmonious atmosphere, just right.
Lovers snuggle up and talk to each other. However, poets who are eager to express love not only fail to express love boldly and truly.
Love, on the other hand, is silent in front of a cheerful, careless or even reserved lover and falls into its own inner conflict.
Medium:
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But crimson spring floats on your face-
I thought, if there is sound in the painting,
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" "
But this kind of voice was suppressed in the poet's heart and did not come out. The poet imagined that the girl might have understood him.
Wordless expression:
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
They are all drifting in the snow, and there is no owner.
In fact, the girl didn't understand the poet's profound meaning, or what she expected was the poet's frank and enthusiastic confession.
Unable to stand this silence, the poet wants to tear up the picture with his "only voice in his heart" and let the "snowflake return"
Like a dream. ""I can't tell you what I look like in my dream. "As if the volcano is about to erupt, poetry
A man wants to confess to a girl, but the poet's fiery enthusiasm always turns into silence on his lips. That warm feeling
Love always burns violently in the poet's heart, feelings and imagination, and has never really erupted.
No matter how persistent and enthusiastic the poet is, this is a tragic love that ultimately failed to achieve.
The happiness of snowflakes is undoubtedly a pure poem (that is, a pure poem proposed by Valery). Here, my reality is
Seize the time completely, snowflake replaces me and "rushes in midair". But this is a snowflake full of poet's thoughts.
Snowflakes worn by the soul. This is a snowflake of spirit, a human spirit, and he will die for beauty. It is worth remembering that he is
In the pursuit of beauty, he didn't feel pain and despair at all. On the contrary, he fully enjoyed the freedom of choice and the joy of love.
Snowflake "fly, fly, fly" is so firm, cheerful, relaxed, self-evident, and conscious.
Result. And this beautiful one, she lives in a quiet place, goes in and out of the snow park, and exudes the fragrance of cinnabar plum.
Like a lake full of waves! She is an eternal illusion in modern aesthetics. For the poet Xu Zhimo, it may be implicit.
There are deep personal and objective factors, but it is natural for the poet to choose "she" when he is involved in the dawn of the new century.
It's not "he"' s internal drive.
Contrary to reading, a poet may face the snowflakes dancing outside the window with tears in his eyes when writing, or he may walk alone in the snow.
Between the world where flowers are flying. His soul was tortured by imprisonment. The reality and the heaviness of the body tormented him. Be a "star"
The brilliance of the moon and the hope of mankind made him sing "the joy of snowflakes". Perhaps it can be said that the process of poetry itself is spirit.
The process of soul flying? This poem has four verses. It is not so much that these four poems with sonorous rhythm have a connecting link between the preceding and the following.
More precisely, beauty embodies the wonder of the poet's passion ups and downs. A sober poet avoids the barriers of reality and develops everything.
Based on "if". "If" makes this poem set a soft and hazy style, making it warm and self-contained.
Everything is shrouded in a faint sadness. The rotation, delay and final destination of snowflakes completely conform to the poet's graceful spirit.
Freedom, firmness and persistence of the soul. The rhythm of this poem is the sound of nature and the symphony of the soul. Repeated "flying"
Yang, Yang and Yang have woven a profound picture of the soul. Do we need poets to tell us more?
Stepping into the "what if" architectural world, people are often not only bathed in beauty, but also guarded by budding beauty. simple
To understand pure poetry clearly, the word "ivory tower" is still out of date, but we need tolerance.
The moment of melting snow
When she was asleep.
He walked in a small town with melting snow.
miss the old days
Constellation and in
In front of a river where ice blocks collide.
silently
Call her name
At night in the south.
Everything is as quiet as usual.
Except for a few tired petals
Because of the wind
Fall in front of her window
Long-distance love is not distance, but caring for each other's hearts.
In this poem, Xi Murong tries to express a feeling of being in a foreign land.
Lovers' thoughts. The cold and humid artistic conception makes people feel sad and powerless.
Photo: Ice cubes and petals are the perfect embellishment of beautiful artistic conception. look like
Simple words and expressions can condense the poet's endless yearning, which is heartbreaking.
Only those who have experienced it know.