The opening quote touched me deeply. It talks about poetry and life. I have loved literature since graduation. When I returned from a trip, I suddenly discovered that reading too much literature does not increase the number of people like history. When it comes to conversation, I admit that I am superficial, but at that time I was also thinking about this: I am already sentimental, so is it okay to continue reading literature? Will he become less rational and overflowing with emotions? Fortunately, I consciously discovered later: Literature is not to crown you, and neither is reading. It just provides me with spiritual food and a refuge that I can carry with me to help myself escape from reality and breathe freely in the human spiritual world. of air.
I accidentally opened this book today in Provincial Map. When I saw Xiong Peiyun, I just thought that he was a good friend of the Taoist priest, so I opened it curiously and couldn't stop. In the fiery 1980s, poetry was booming, and there was such a burning desire to create. In that environment, the author studied many classic works, encountered poetry, wrote poetry, and left poetry midway, and finally discovered that the world cannot do without poetry after all.
I read about two-thirds of the poem, and my favorite poem is this one "You are a drop in the ocean"
You are a drop in the ocean
Decades later, you are very old< /p>
Meeting your younger self on the street
Can you recognize that thin face
?
Comfort this spiritual orphan
Show him a path to happiness
But will he regard you as his spiritual father
p>
Trust and be willing to follow you
You came from your lonely road
He will also go from his lonely road
He may Go anywhere
Except for who you are today
You can’t go back to your past
And you can’t help your past
< p>You are your drop in the oceanYou are one of your thousands of possibilities
ps: Reminds me of what Mu Xin said, "How could I have the nerve to walk into that boy's house?" As for me, he must not be able to bear my kindness."