Text/Yan Wanhui
The famous poet Tu An believes that if a nation has a poetic voice, it will lack spiritual richness and elegance, and there will be no flowers blooming and full of vitality. And I am very lucky that I grew up in China, a country of poetry and a nation of poetry. The world has its own poetry, and I walk with poetry.
I have experienced the charm of poetry since I was a child. Later, I began to learn to appreciate and inherit its charm. Now, despite the worldly affairs, I linger on the chanting and singing of poetry, I also lament that it has so few doors.
Poetry is not about fairies or saints, but about mortal women like "hibiscus emerges from clear water and is naturally carved away". It has its own true meaning.
"Guests come from the east" - my first introduction to poetry. "Two or three miles away, there are four or five houses in Yancun. There are six or seven pavilions and eighty or ninety flowers." The first language I learned was such a light poem. It was catchy and did not overwhelm others, but deliberately Late onset. "Looking at the mountains from a distance, the mountains are colorful, but the water is silent when up close. The flowers are still there when spring is gone, and the birds are not surprised when people come." A still painting, with just twenty characters, expresses its clarity in vivid language. "You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you can tell how many flowers have fallen." In just a few words, natural wind phenomena emerge spontaneously... Tongzhi's words recite words that have been around for thousands of years. Even though he is a child, he can still appreciate its elegance.
Poetry is a guest from the other side, coming from a thousand years away, giving me the first enlightenment and the first cultural enjoyment. This charm naturally comes from the bottom of my heart. Pear blossoms”. When I first met it, I was fascinated by its charm.
"When you are about to drink wine, don't stop drinking"——Be friends with poetry. When there is autumn rain outside the window, one sighs "A Stormy Evening in the Autumn Window"; when there is a bright moon, one recites "Moonlight Night"; when there is a good saying, there is no better way to say "Out of the East Gate". Later, poetry became my best friend in life. In life, I have experienced those ordinary emotions and want to pass on their literary meaning.
The youth of the place, "The south wind in April brings yellow barley, the jujube flowers have not yet fallen, and the tung leaves are growing", I have inherited the artistic conception of the poem; "Thousands of families cry in the wild and hear the war, and Yi songs are heard in several places. "Fishing and woodcutting", I learned about the sufferings of the ancient people; "Ten years of hard work, no one asked, and one fell into the world of fame", this is the tragedy of ancient literati.
Who said that ancient classics have become a book of heaven? Although there is a gap between traditional poetry and the value of the new era, it is only a difference in time and space. As long as everyone understands and inherits it with their heart, poetry is a pleasure to share with friends. That's what poetry is to me. Meet again, make friends.
"I gave birth to a king who is already old" - Sighing Poems At present, Ye Jiaying is worried: "Abiding by the Tao is a treasure mountain without realizing it, and even doing illegal things for the sake of enjoyment. This is the behavior of modern young people. sorrow".
Today, Shixing and I lamented that "the front door is deserted and there are few cars and horses, and the boss married a businessman's wife." A series of words, only crying for their fate in old books, more and more people have forgotten them.
Poetry can be chanted and sung only in the fleeting light. The years are wasted and the years are not prosperous. This era is getting further and further away from her.
My poetic fantasies have become duckweeds, allowed to be beaten by the wind, and reading poetry is just a matter of waiting and watching.
In this era, we cannot calm down and listen to poetry for a long time. We lament the decline of poetry and its depression. Today, sigh!
"A poetic heart is waiting for the bright moon", "When will the bright moon shine on me again?" I walk with poetry.
The world knows the world, and has its own poetry.