The creator is doomed to be lonely and incomprehensible. In fact, he is as pure as a child.
"Give every river and every mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you enjoy happiness in this world!
I also want to face the sea, and spring blossoms. "
He wrote.
I have read many of his poems, and there are many words of blessing, happiness and warmth. In fact, he loves life, loves life, but this impetuous and noisy world makes him miserable after all. "Heaven has nothing, how can you comfort me" and "Night has nothing, how can you comfort me". Only the vast sky and the silent and deep night can give him spiritual comfort. A little helpless and ironic, just let nature take its course. Feeding horses to chop firewood, traveling around the world, and caring about food and vegetables, the simplest happiness in the world, has never occurred to him. Strangers bless him, but no one blesses him. Only in the end, I whispered to myself, "I also want to face the sea, and spring blossoms." Life was a little sad, but I chose him.
The world bored him. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to see old wheat fields, hawthorn trees, moonlight and maybe a girl. It's easy for him to end, no more bondage, no more pain. My thoughts leave my body and go to the vast sky and the deep night, across Qian Shan. It's all over, so beautiful and peaceful. This must be happy for him.
He wrote everything into poetry, and even devoted his life to poetry. I have never had his literary talent. Only when I am lonely and lost will I write word for word or whisper in my heart, "Facing the sea, spring is blooming." The world is full of disasters. May everything be well, and may you and I be treated gently.
After reading, I feel that I face the sea and spring blossoms. I read a poem by Haizi this week, facing the sea and spring blossoms, and I have a very strong feeling. My feeling is that Haizi is a confusing and almost crazy poet. He is a poet who fully impacted the limits of literature and life in the history of China's new literature in 1990s. This evaluation of him is perfect.
Reading the whole poem is warm, prosperous and full of vigor, but who would have thought that this was the most uncomfortable time for him to suffer from depression. Not long after he finished writing this poem, he committed suicide by lying on the track. It is such a dying man who wrote such a beautiful poem "I wish to face the sea and spring blossoms". This is the life we all yearn for. Read the whole article carefully and find that this poem has appeared many times. Starting tomorrow. Is the poet pinning all his happiness on tomorrow? Is he suffering today and dreaming about the beauty of tomorrow, or dreaming about the beauty of heaven and always wanting to go to heaven? There is no nostalgia in the world.
After reading Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms, I heard the teacher enter this poem before, but at that time, as an optional poem, the teacher simply described Haizi's life. As for the content of the poem, how to express his feelings may not have entered it, but may have been forgotten by me. ...
"Facing the sea, spring blossoms" is kind and warm to read, even if you don't know its meaning, it may be the first taste!
This poem is divided into three chapters. The poet opened the chapter and said: From tomorrow on, be a happy person. Why do you want to be a happy person from tomorrow? Were you unhappy before?
The content of the poet's "happiness" is simple: feed the horses and chop wood. It is also desirable: travel around the world. It is not difficult to see that the poet pursues a simple and free mortal life here. The poet will "care about food and vegetables" from tomorrow. Don't poets care about yesterday? Or live a life against your will and waste "food and vegetables"? From here, I seem to vaguely feel Haizi's heart of "facing the sea and blooming in spring".
If the last chapter is about "to yourself", then the next chapter is about "to others". "From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness"; Finally, the poet will "tell no one". Here I remembered the teacher's words: this poem is Haizi's "desperate poem" When the poem was finished, he left. Accordingly, this is the poet's "suicide note". The poet can't get in touch with his relatives until tomorrow. Perhaps Haizi's "relatives" are all in another paradise, or perhaps the poet was a lonely figure before his death. No one in the world understands that he has no "relatives". The poet's pursuit of a happy life will be realized tomorrow, and he will "not tell anyone". How happy he is!
In the last chapter, the poet has been intoxicated with happiness. The poet wants to "give every mountain without a river a warm name". No matter whether it is a stranger or me, he wishes you all. The poet wishes "everyone who makes me unhappy" and wishes you a bright future and perfect love. If the poet has unwanted "relatives" alive, it can be seen that the poet has not forgotten "relatives" and told them not to be "sad". I am very happy; Bless you. Although the poet is full of "unhappiness" about this "land of yesterday", he firmly believes that although I can't, you can be happy. The poet just wants to "face the sea and spring blossoms". Only "facing the sea, spring blossoms" and "I" can get happiness. It can be seen that Haizi is also an "extraordinary mortal"; The sea is "vast and deep" and poets yearn for it; Poets pursue warm spring, and "I" only opens in spring.
Poets may have too many feelings to express, too many feelings to express. Maybe life is too much for poets, or maybe poets are too eager for happiness. But in any case, putting aside all the emotional collision and the unspeakable meaning of art, "facing the sea and blooming in spring" is just the poet's ideal or expectation.
Reading Facing the Sea, Blooming in Spring has a feeling of 4 pink book covers and warm pages, which reminds people of Haizi's Facing the Sea, Blooming in Spring. Still in the gorgeous' water pink' into a clear dream.
Jidi's picture books always give me inexplicable comfort. Sometimes I wonder if she is also blooming loneliness. She said: "We have been looking for the road to happiness all our lives." Such a person, looking up at the Ferris wheel and looking up at happiness, made a string of streamers of love in the dark, which made people see the direction of progress.
The fairy tale of four-leaf clover has been preserved in picture books, and it is still very naive. Walk for love, walk for dreams. In the third year of high school, I looked at my road again and again. I drew a lot of four-leaf clover on my desk by myself. I just drew them in a hurry, and they are in full bloom in my heart. If one day, people who come into my life can receive so many four-leaf clovers, will it have the same effect as the four-leaf clover in fairy tales?
The story makes people think quietly and forget the past time. They seem to stay in those spring days, those children with pure eyes holding balloons, those who believe in fairy tales to find four-leaf clover, and those who wait for love. Everything is set with love and will never fade.
There are many fish on the cover of the book. I suddenly want to cry when I think of the sentence "Fish is a very simple animal, and this guy never cries when he lives in water". The petals on the cover remind me of the peach blossoms that bloom season after season, and the peach blossoms of that year. Is it lonely, or is it rotten? For whom the flowers bloom and for whom the flowers wither are all her unfinished thoughts, and what she sees and can't see is in front of her eyes.
What moved me most was Hidemyheart, who said, "Happiness doesn't necessarily mean that we smile brightly, and sadness doesn't necessarily mean crying. In fact, there are always feelings and gains along the way. So I am very happy. When God created Jerusalem, he gave it 90% of the world's pain, but at the same time he gave it 90% of its happiness. Because God loves it eccentrically, he gives it gorgeous life with strong love and hate.
Finally, she sent a message to everyone: "I can understand how frustrated you are, but please don't be discouraged at the end." I also hope that everyone will look back in the sun, let go of everything in the past and find a great happiness.
Reading facing the sea, spring blossoms; Haizi: Where is your tomorrow? I will be a happy person from tomorrow, but why did I commit suicide only two months after writing "Spring Blossoms"? Where to wait tomorrow? Between those narrow tracks? A scar mercilessly tore the distance between you and the house, and poetic seclusion and quiet life became a fantasy. Facing the sea, the lingering fragrance of spring blossoms disappeared with the whistle of the train.
Write a magnificent poem, you still have a lot of yearning for nature, but in the end, you choose to die. I don't know if there is another world under the driveway, where there is dancing and piano dancing, where weeds are overgrown and lush, where years fly and candlelight is dim. There, you can feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world with passion? Where is your bright future? Where can I marry my lover? Where can I get happiness outside the world? Why embarrass yourself? Even if the lightning of happiness tells you and you tell everyone, every river and mountain you touch will not let you fall. Perhaps, this is not depravity, but just the sublimation of personality in another spring world.
The real poetic existence is not only in poems and songs, but also in the deep heart; The real yearning for beauty is not only read in the throat and lips, but condensed in the chest and constantly impacting the body; Getting rid of death is not only as simple as going to death, but also learning to treat death as a profound and indifferent poem.
Sad shout! It hurts! When the train flies by, it is not only a literary superstar, but also a heart full of yearning for freedom. Since then, freedom is no longer a pursuit, but a luxury, a mirage-like luxury. The idiot who once wrote this swan song with passion has now had a long dream outside. Why is there such a big gap between poetry and reality? Why is that glittering and translucent ink dot just a kind of inexplicable lament, which is difficult to realize? Why do things you confide in the outside always have a negative effect on your inner thoughts? Exploring your profound thoughts and your essence, I dreamed of reading your relief, but I finally got lost in your words, unable to find you, unable to find my way home, and lost myself.
This is definitely a tragedy, a sad tragedy, as if the sun sets and the western hills are exhausted, leaving the earth with a sleepy dusk. This is not only a tragedy in the history of literature, but also in the history of seclusion! Throughout the ages, thousands of people in Qian Qian have lived in seclusion, and countless poems and songs have formed a vast history of seclusion. Zhi Ming's seclusion is indifferent, and he lives in seclusion outside things. But in this history of seclusion, it also left an indelible shame! Yes, this is absolutely a shame. It is a shame brought by the poet Haizi to the history of seclusion. He smeared this history with extreme behavior-thick black spots! The pseudo-hermit created this shame, and Haizi was ashamed of the existence of ancient literati and poetry thousands of years ago!
The whistle of the train has gone away, and the idea of communicating with every relative has become an unfulfilled wish. When blood splashed all over the earth, the scenery of Shanhaiguan was rendered lifeless by the bleak and biting cold wind, because there was no more feelings facing the sea and no more peach blossoms in spring.