actually, among my friends, there was once a poet.
I often peek at his circle of friends and what he sends, just to see how the poet's pen is different from mine.
On the surface, there seems to be not much difference, but after reading more, you will find that there is artistic conception in his words.
Just like a saying in Zhihu: "Some people can feel the rain, others just get wet. The poet is a sensitive human being who can perceive the rain. He may not blush after drinking a few glasses of wine, but he can see the whole Yuan Ye through a touch of green. By touching the skin, he can see the happy universe in the blood under the epidermis. Every tear may cause a huge tsunami. "
This passage is very apt. We ordinary people get wet, and it is the poet who can feel the rain.
I was a little pleased to get this book "Holding You and the World" written by Pale, because I can actually understand this poetry collection.
Therefore, "touching the world with compassion" is really my true perception of pallor and his written poems.
although this perception is superficial, it is my first feeling.
When I read his preface carefully, there was a paragraph: "When it comes to wandering, people think of snow-capped mountains, deserts, dim old streets, long and dirty hair and vicissitudes of eyes. I am different, my skin is white, I take a bath every day, I live in solitude all the year round, I stay at home in a small village rental house, and I only wander to different people's hearts in the middle of the night through the instant network. "
At first sight, I was amused by this passage. Indeed, our impression of a wandering poet seems to be a kind of untidy and dirty eccentric person, which is in contrast to the pale "white skin and taking a bath every day". But if you think about it carefully, it's a little sad: isn't the scene described in this passage our modern life?
This poet may be our friends who are too familiar to be ordinary.
In particular, an experience described by this poet deeply touched me and made me conclude that he is really as ordinary as you and me, but his heart is more sensitive than you and me.
The story told by the poet is this: There was once a young man who sent an ordinary modern poem of the poet to a circle of friends and then ended his life two days later. The poem was his last message to the world. Some people accuse the poet of indirectly killing young people, but more readers comfort the poet: literature is innocent, let alone an ordinary poem that expresses the feelings of many people; Some readers encouraged the poet: please continue to write, this is the reader crowning your poem with life!
after seeing the encouragement of readers, the poet's pale body suddenly seemed to be crowned with a sense of sacredness, and his pen tip also got rid of many frivolous things and became more dignified.
Yes, now, poetry has become a road connecting him with readers' hearts, a new wandering road.
The poet wrote a poem for the young man who passed away, but only the last paragraph of the poem appeared in the book:
From now on/please live in your/colorful dream
If the good dream is more difficult to round/please live in my/loved pen
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Finally, casually extract two pale ones. See the sea, for example:
If you look forward to the sea, you must go to see the sea two years later/see the sea/you will lose the sea
Another example is Sometimes:
I really want to lose my identity/be a tree/be a cloud/be unknown/have no name
or be like a/temporary rain/without proof/without need.
Just like me this year, I am constantly caught up in my family and work, busy and restless, and I never dare to stop or slow down. It seems that once I stop, I will fall into panic.
yes, sometimes, I really want to lose my identity, even if it's just a leaf, a bird or a flower.
but if you want to return to your thoughts, you will eventually return to reality, to the world, and to the life of a chicken feather.
But even if I have to return to reality in the end, after reading this book, I feel that I have been as sensitive and thoughtful as a poet.
that's enough.