She told me that she also likes to yearn for poetry and the distance.
She is also a girl who likes poetry, and she likes clean and simple beauty. Those inadvertent questions reveal honesty and clarity. I think that in her heart, there is a sunny meadow that grows lushly, where there are flowers and birds flying freely.
Poetry and the distance are like flowers, blooming from that song, blooming little by little in the hearts of ordinary people, like beauty, like the gods that people are pursuing in their hearts, like the sky above The stars I want to attract. It is like a beam of light illuminating one dormant heart after another. Beyond the present moment of life, there are still poems and distant places. It is like a cloud, riding on beautiful expectations and desires, making people gaze into the distance through the window of life, relaxing and looking forward with every breath.
The poetry is meaningful, and the distance is like a dream.
Drifting through daily life, poetry is the dessert of dreams. The small scenery from the window, the air brought by the wooden box, the small flowers tied in the headscarf, the forest horse walking gently on the chain... are all a bit sweet. Sweetness makes people yearn for it, it is the hormone that draws curves, it is a reward for ordinary life, it is a light kiss. You invite it, it sends your thoughts, you feel it, you love it.
Poems are round feelings, lovely, full, and indifferent. It hides the eyebrows of life. When you look at it, it squeezes towards you. The pure emotion is like the wind blowing, sitting in the heart. Every word, it throws out the unruly boyish talk to express the heart, express life, express What I want to say out of thin air.
It only makes a few statements, but it is rich in words. It does not say more than a word, and it expresses what is on its mind. Its simple words, it surrounds the heart.
When we are exhausted in life, the words of Gu Cheng or Rumi, Xi Murong or Pessoa are lingering on the bed at night, and we fall into the pastoral of poetry, tracing every line of poetry with our eyes. When I hear the poem and read it aloud as poetry, the remaining rhyme fills my heart with a layer of brilliance and becomes a moment of honor.
It seems that I can see the poet's light, together with the little bit of connection in my heart, the small twinkling light of the stars, and the mood is brightened like a mirror. In a corner of the sea of ????mind, dancing alone in a small circle of light.
Poetry originally has light, the person who writes the poem has light, and the person who reads the poem has light.
A life with poetry will shine.
Poetry and the distance, beyond poetry, dream of the distance.
In the imagination of the distant place, like a long-distance ship looking forward to landing every time, what passes through my mind is a different scenery, different from the scenery at this moment. The more distant horizon, light clouds floating on the unexpected blue, when running and shouting on the grassland, one can hear one's own voice in the vast open space, as if it is also free, every scene is printed from the eyes, eyes After looking at all the expected scenes, the hallucinogenic blue light waves are revealed at the bottom of the lake. I can see the secrets of the lake that I don’t understand, and I am fascinated by the tranquility that you can’t rest in the city. On the side of the lake Or get relief in the sky overnight. The deep dialogue with nature unknowingly heals the inner heart, so that I can relax and sigh for half a day. Because of slowing down, I covet the light rhythm in the distance.
The dream is as far as it is long. Because of the distance, longing is the beauty and imagination between a series of thoughts. It may also be the loneliness from near to far, the place where a person is alone. The domain is replaced by the domain of a person in the crowd. I want to take off my current clothes and put on new clothes in a distant place. I am tired of the daily air and cannot fall in love with the oxygen I breathe, so I think of the smoke and morning mist in the distance as an air freshener. It is something that is both smoke and fog. It is inevitable. It is not easy to grasp, it can only provide therapeutic comfort, and loneliness is just loneliness, not limited to place and time. Time and space have no constraints on loneliness. If you want to transfer loneliness by time and space, you will be disillusioned.
The feeling of being satisfied with the beautiful scenery and the desire to escape from the difficulties of life have to be understood here.
Therefore, the distance is also a suitable place in the heart. What is the distance? The place where the heart belongs is called the distance.
For me, of course I want to go to the dreamland in the distance, and the distance that is more worthy of cherishing is the future. This future is about myself, about myself, and about the world. Having an affair. The true self shaped by life itself, the broader spiritual self, and the self-space repaired in the long journey are silently expected to meet the future. The exploration of oneself originally has a long way to go. The temperature of life has hatched various understandings of oneself, about oneself, and about the road to the distance. Life tortures the proposition of life, and also hides all the details of life. Every little self that has not yet succeeded is the starting point of looking into the distance. On the road with no end, keep moving forward, heading for the distance.
Admire the distant places, the Himalayas, the Mariana Trench...the highest mountains, the deepest seas, the vastest grasslands, the vastest skies, but they cannot compare with the clarity of the inner self. The openness and vastness of the heart will accommodate all the sense of self-belonging. When the heart is firm and all external voices are blocked, you will slowly understand who you really are and slowly determine what kind of distance you really want to go to. This cultivation of mind and body can lead to oneself and the distance.
Searching for oneself completely and openly will become more and more enthusiastic in the long river of time, and the self-temperature will gradually settle, and one will slowly place his/her hopes on the endless distance and the future in the heart.
For me, the distance is not only the way I look at the world, but also the way I look at myself.
Poetry is a place where the heart rests, and the distance is the road that the heart keeps walking. Poetry and the distance are always in one's heart.
Life is on the road, what are your poems and distance, my poems and distance?
Words from outside the article
"Life is not just about the mundane things in front of you, but also poetry and distant fields..."
First time listening When Xu Wei sang this song, he retorted in his heart, how could his mother say such a thing!
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Later, I realized that this was written by Gao Xiaosong. As Gao Mama from Kochi, she would hum "Flowers and Youths" and say to him when he went out, "Life is not only about the present, but also poetry and the distance. ·····", not surprising at all.
Gao MaMa can mention poetry and the distance, which is not inconsistent!
Something was wrong when my mother mentioned it. My mother would only say when I came home: "I made Wenchang chicken for you, do you want to eat it?"
Right? It was different, I suddenly felt, it was so meaningful.
Well, I suddenly felt that it was interesting~
The origin of writing this article is because of what Weiwei said to me. Speaking of which, I am very grateful to her.
On December 31, 2017, my favorite senior and I had dinner and watched a movie at Zhengjia. It was a New Year’s Eve together. I was a little emotional, so I wanted to take this as a souvenir.
The small painting was painted before Christmas, and it seems appropriate to accompany this article.
(Must be self-comfort)