The poet is like a barometer of the world, cute, sensitive and fragile.
A poet must love life. He will taste it carefully like a bartender and make the flavor he likes. Watching the flowers fall and bloom, I know that life "turns into spring mud to protect the flowers". Living far away, I know how difficult it is to "wear clothes for a wanderer". Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty lived in a humble room and wrote "The Biography of Mr. Wuliu". He planted beans in Nanshan without asking for anything in return, and he lived in seclusion in the woods and enjoyed himself. Lu Xun said in his "Miscellaneous Talks after Illness": "Those who abandon branches and leaves are determined not to get flowers and fruits." And the poet is a big tree of life that does not prun its branches and leaves and is fruitful.
Zweig described Tolstoy’s eyes as “like a shining steel knife stabbing at them, fast and accurate, unable to dodge”; in the eyes of the British poet Blake, “a flower is a world, a grain of sand is heaven. ", like a god, seeing the world as a thing in the palm of your hand. It is said that when a person is young, his eyesight is beyond the reach of adults. Didn’t the emperor who didn’t wear any clothes tell the truth to a child?
Human eyesight is declining day by day, and eventually we have to wear reading glasses. Gu Cheng killed his wife and son and hanged himself; Haizi committed suicide by lying on the train at Shanhaiguan; Gome committed suicide by drowning in the Old Summer Palace. It is as if they have reached an age where they are blind, unable to see, hear or write. After this age, the boiling blood of youth has cooled down, and the sensitive heart has become hard and numb after being cut into pieces by the world. The romance at this time has completely disappeared and turned into cold realism. It is said that the American Marilyn Monroe committed suicide by taking sedatives in an attempt to preserve her youth forever on screen. The baptism of worldly affairs is tantamount to cutting off the poet's source of inspiration. After all, poetry is beauty, and beauty is fragile.
China is a country of poetry, and its poetry classics are vast. We have recited Tang poetry and Song lyrics since childhood to cultivate literary aesthetics and improve Chinese literacy; Tao Yuanming "does not seek deep understanding" in reading; Lin Yutang regards reciting poetry as an art. But our poems are often passively memorized and included in the assessment. The different understandings of art are quantified with scores, and the phonological words and sentences are separated and compared. But do they know that beauty can be quantified? ? A circle drawn with a compass cannot be considered fine art; similarly, no one uses an instrument to measure the shape of Michelangelo's statue. So is poetry. When aesthetics disappears, so does interest.
Poetry is the essence of a nation’s writing, and poets have become the best symbol of an era of cultural prosperity.
But how can we save education from killing the beauty of poetry?