I like poetry. I like the poem "My road twists and turns through a sheltered valley with branches and flowers, leading to a Buddhist retreat" written by the poet in a Buddhist retreat behind Duanshan Temple. This can't help but remind people that on a quiet path, where the sun shines, the poet treads the path carefully, for fear of destroying this quiet and elegant place. Further inside, I see a Buddhist temple in front. Looking forward, it turned out to be a place where several young monks rested. Surrounded by flowers and shade, we can't hear any noise, only a few cuckoos are softly chirping. This is really an isolated place, an uncontested paradise!
I love the "paradise" that poets often construct, and I also love the "heartbroken horizon" of poet Ma Zhiyuan. In Tianjingsha Qiu Si, what Ma Zhiyuan shows us is completely different from that of Chang Jian. He has no leisure, no "heaven" and no peace. All he has is nostalgia for his hometown, and all he has is sadness. Although Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" makes people feel hazy, it is really simple for us to describe it. What he described for us in the sentence "Little Bridge Flowing Water" reminds us that in this quiet valley, there is no horseshoe sound, only a few crisp birdsongs. Looking in, there is smoke rising in the distance. It turned out to be a family cooking! In front of their house, there is a stream. There are some small fish in the stream, and some children are catching fish in the stream. This is really a farm landscape!
The Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple is quiet, but the courtyard sand Qiu Si makes people feel sad and happy. These two poems are both surprising and somewhat sad, and they can be said to have their own merits!
It is precisely because my childhood was accompanied by poetry that my childhood life was so colorful.