In the past, teachers always emphasized that "poetry expresses ambition". After being immersed in poetry for a long time, whether it is ambition or interest, joy, anger, sorrow, and depression, anything that interests you can be included in poetry.
Among literature, I prefer poetry, not only because China is a country of poetry, but because most of the poems are concise and rich in meaning, and their meanings are meaningful.
I especially like the plants and trees in poetry. I always feel that they are endowed with spirituality and the emotions of the poet. In the early years, I recited "In the past, I left, the willows lingered, now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling" and when I recite it now, my feelings are different. When we talk about people commenting on poetry, the spiritual growth of the commentator is also very important.
This summer vacation, let Xiaobao memorize a short poem every day. I hope that she will develop this habit. In the days to come, no matter how complicated her life is, she can have a flowery poem. In the world, she can gather the most beautiful Chinese in her heart, and in the end she has the beauty and self-preservation of "one grass, one world".
Whether active or passive, most ancient poets enjoyed traveling. Li Bai "Li Bai was about to travel in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love." The words are shallow and affectionate, but also the heroic and chivalrous poetry immortal. "At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the frost and snow in the world are at the end of the night. The drums and trumpets sound solemn and solemn at the fifth watch, and the shadows of the stars in the Three Gorges are shaken." Du Fu, an old man, has experienced wandering and hardship. At the end of the year and the winter solstice, the nights are long and the weather is cold. The poet is wandering in a foreign country. And the feeling of loneliness reappears, allowing us to once again experience the feelings of this great poet who is out of shape and on the journey to the end of the world.
I like Meng Haoran's "Steaming Yunmeng Ze, Waves of Yueyang City" in his early years, and now I prefer his "Tianxuan Noodle Garden, Talking about Sangma and Mulberry over Wine" in his later years. At this time, I think of brothers Bei Qingzi and Xiao Fuxiang in the hometown of the short article. They are both friends who I can "stay until the Double Ninth Festival and come back to buy chrysanthemums."
As time goes by and after all kinds of experiences, I become more and more fond of a kind of simplicity and eternity, the kind of quiet and distant artistic conception, the kind of simple and clear feelings. Of course, only as time goes by, may we be able to better understand the poetic Buddha Wang Wei. The Buddhist Zen in poetry is not only a kind of philosophical poetry, but also a state of the soul. Let's look at him "The wind blows the pine trees, the moonlight shines on the mountains and plays the harp. You ask the poor to understand, and the fishermen's songs are deep in the pond." This kind of nature is like the sound of nature, and it is a kind of great freedom in life, which is beyond the reach of the ancient mind.
When I was a boy, I took Qu Yuan’s “The road is long and long, I will search for it up and down” as my motto, and I wrote it on the title page of my notebook. But now, I am still in the anxiety of life. Although the hardships, hopelessness, and sleepless nights I have experienced have gradually faded away, I can finally "sleep well overnight", and Liu Changqing's kind of "what do you want at sunset in the vast Jianghan" "What is it?" and Cui Hao's "Where is the hometown at dusk? The misty waves on the river make people sad" are still lingering in my heart. I passed through Wuhan more than ten years ago and had never climbed to the Yellow Crane Tower. I drank up my loneliness with a glass of Daohua-flavored wine. Then we finally climbed up to the Yellow Crane Tower. There was no "Qingchuan Lili" or "luxuriant grass", and then we drove to Red Cliff. Such rain, such sunset, and such vastness still make me feel "cold" when I think about it. . I am not like Qu Yuan, who "had no faith but suddenly I was about to go". I often can only "read thousands of rivers and mountains".
"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky make her heart feel better every night." Xiaobao asked: "Why did Chang'e regret stealing the elixir?" I was so happy. Maybe I can only understand Li Yishan's life when I grow up. Only then will you understand his intentions more deeply. "The blue sea and the blue sky are in my heart every night", what kind of loneliness and desolation is it?
At times like this, I often think of Tao Qian, who "loved reading and didn't ask for deep explanations", and who "picked chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and saw the southern mountains leisurely."
Thinking like this is like a heart-clearing elixir with a heart of poetry in your mouth