At the age of 8 or 9, the school organized a spring outing. Holding a small red flag and carrying a kettle, a man climbed the mountain behind the school. There is a village called Yun Shanzhai on the top of the mountain.
Behind the village, there is a cliff formed naturally like a knife and axe. Standing on it, blown by the mountain wind, the birds flapped their wings overhead, closed their eyes and blew whistles made of willow bark, like children in fairy tales.
Under the cliff is a dense jungle full of wild trees, thorns and weeds. Farther away, it is patchwork farmland. A little further, you can see the cars on the expressway and the factories on both sides.
I like to stand on high and see the distant scenery. And this is unobstructed, and it will always be blocked by higher mountains. So I will climb the opposite mountain next time, but there will be a higher mountain to block it.
Climb high and look far, one mountain after another. What's that over the hill? This is a higher mountain. What is the distance in the distance? It's still far away! Further!
Standing on this hill, looking back at the hill you have walked through, and then at the hill in front, you will always sigh that the mountain you just climbed is really not high! On the road of the world of mortals, people who have messed up my heart have more worries and the road ahead is long.
In the past, it was windy and rainy and gloomy. In the distance, flowers are blooming.
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"Clothes and dust are mixed with wine marks, and sightseeing is fascinating everywhere. Is the second body a poet? Riding a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle. "
I wonder when I read this poem. I was particularly impressed. I like poetry, not because of its beautiful rhythm, nor because of its neat antithesis, nor because of its artistry.
I like poetry, because many poems are as beautiful as paintings. In the misty rain in early spring, a scholar in Tsing Yi rode a thin donkey and carried a basket of old books. He went to Jianmenguan, took a sip of xifeng liquor, shook off the dust on his clothes and continued on his way.
There are few places of interest famous for their natural scenery. The picturesque Yueyang Tower is Fan Zhongyan's imaginary victory in Baling. This old gentleman has never been to Dongting Lake! Therefore, how beautiful the scenery is, there will be clever and wonderful poems when you spit it out!
The distance is not necessarily in the distance, but poetry may be in the distance. If Zhang Ji had never been to Hanshan Temple, there would be no "Jiang Feng fishing and sleeping"; If Cui Hu had never been to Chengnan Village, there would naturally be no "peach blossoms set each other off".
Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country. If we are in front of us, we will often fall into chaos and numbness, and our hearts will be painful, so that we will feel sick when we look at ourselves in the mirror. Looking at the distance, touching the beautiful scenery in the poem, and feeling the embrace of mountains and rivers with your heart.
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I don't know when it started, and poetry was compared with things far away and in front of me. Is it necessary to be in front of you Poetry and distance seem to be incompatible. Poetry and distance reflect more people's dissatisfaction with the present and their longing and expectation for a better future.
Hui is my classmate and has been elegant and charming since high school. Every night, Hui will go running in the playground. Under the setting sun, the boys looked at her graceful figure with steamed bread and rolled vegetables in one hand and millet porridge in the other. The food in the canteen turned into delicious food at once.
After graduating from college, A Hui stayed in a housing development group in Shanghai. Every day, I squeeze the subway, transfer to the bus, draw paper, write a copy, talk about customers, and have to deal with the scheming of the state-owned enterprise office.
Some students have been complaining that Shanghai is difficult to survive and overwhelmed, and they want to escape. But Hui's life and work are arranged, as elegant as her appearance.
Go to the opera house, listen to the symphony and watch the opera on weekends. Go to the library to attend a reading exchange meeting and recite poems. In spring, daffodils are in full bloom, and a few friends will be invited to their residence to have afternoon tea and enjoy flowers. Annual leave, a person carrying a bag, to taste the good mountains, good water and good scenery around him.
We often hope that we can dilute our current difficulties with our sentimental scenery. We often hope to comfort the overwhelming reality with the beauty from afar. There may not be pleasant and beautiful moments in the distance, but the best scenery in life is inner peace.
Perhaps only after experiencing real difficulties will we know the value of poetry and distance. Life always requires writing a decent poem. Many times, the days around you are actually as warm as the morning sunshine. If you think it's not enough, take a step and fly away!