Speaking of poetry, there should be no culture more ancient than Chinese poetry. To study poetry, Chinese poetry alone is enough for a person to study for a lifetime. However, art knows no borders, and what is world-class belongs to China.
I accidentally read Rabindranath Tagore's "The School of Flowers" and was immediately impressed by the poet's fairy-tale imagination. Only people with a pure enough heart can depict such a lovely world:
"So groups of flowers suddenly ran out from unknown places and danced carnivally on the grass." Why when it rains in summer, "groups of flowers suddenly run out? The poet described it like this : “Mom, I really think those flowers go to school underground. They are doing their homework behind closed doors. If they want to come out to play before school, their teacher will punish them. When the rain comes, they take a break. ”
It turns out that all the flowers that are not blooming are in the underground school. They are eager to rain, because when it rains, they can run out to play without doing their homework, and they have a holiday. , the rain brings them a charming holiday
"I can naturally guess who they are raising their arms to: they also have their mother, just like I have my mother. Same. "Hua'er raised her arms in the rain to ask for her mother's hug, and her heart was full of tenderness at this moment.
There was a joke about the writer: "The writer just doesn't say red cheeks. , the kind of person who insists on being called a 'red apple in autumn'. "What I want to say is that you may not be able to write, write poems, or draw, but you cannot live without a pair of eyes that discover beauty. Art is always connected, whether it is a poet, writer, painter, or musician. There are people in this world who have persistent love and unique understanding.
In the eyes of the poet, children are the ones closest to nature and the ones who can best understand the beauty of life, just like in Tagore's other song "Toys". As described, "My child, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with sticks and mud cakes. I seek valuable toys and collect nuggets of gold and silver. You play your happy games with whatever you find, but I waste my time and strength on things I can never get. ”
In the adult world, we are always asking for things, hoping and being disappointed. Only children feel rich at any time and can be happy at any time. So. , It’s always the adults who have insomnia, and the children always sleep soundly. People who have insomnia all night, you must have too many things in your heart.
The world of children is so simple, and they laugh when they are happy. They cry when they are sad, yell when they are hungry, and burp contentedly when they are full. Although their childlike innocence will eventually disappear when they grow up, otherwise they will suffer a lot in the adult world. Childlike innocence is eternal in the poems of poets, in the pictures of painters, and in the music of musicians.
What you see is actually a reflection of your own heart. How pure your heart is. The world is so beautiful.