Life is not only about the present, but also poetry and distance. Life is not only poetry and distance, but also soul.
Life is poetry. Some people's lives are like Su Shi's poems, exciting and high-pitched; some people's lives are like Tao Yuanming's poems, plain and simple.
We are living in poetry. We are living in Du Fu's poems. Some people realize that "Recalling the heyday of the Kaiyuan Dynasty in the past, there are still thousands of houses in the small town. The rice is oily and the corn is white, and the public and private warehouses are both abundant." "Frozen to death." Some people live in the poem "The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, and the mountains are strange when they are empty and rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup." Others live in the poem "The towers are lost in the fog, and the moon is lost in the journey." in the poem.
There is no immediate or distant place in life. What is in front of you may be someone else’s distant place. Think back to that old story.
A fisherman who had just caught fish and had a good meal was basking in the sun on the beach. A rich man came over and asked: Why don't you go fishing on such a beautiful day?
The fisherman said: I have already caught fish, and now I am enjoying the sun!
The rich man said: It is such a nice day, why don’t you catch more fish?
The fisherman asked: Why should we catch more fish?
The rich man said: If you catch more fish, you can sell them in the market, and then you will have more money.
The fisherman replied: What would you do with more money?
The rich man said: With more money, you can buy a big boat to go fishing, and you can also hire a few helpers.
The fisherman asked: Why hire helpers when buying a big boat?
The rich thought it was strange that the poor were stupid, so they said: With big boats and helpers, you can make more money. You can buy more boats and catch a lot of fish until If you can’t sell enough, start a fish processing company.
The fisherman asked: What next?
The rich man said: Then make a lot of money, open more companies, and become the chairman of the board. Then you can be like me and bask in the sun comfortably here.
The fisherman smiled and said: Then I am not basking in the sun now.
In life, there are many people who live the life of a fisherman, and the life of a rich man in the distance is there; there are also many people who live the life of a rich man, and the life of a fisherman in the distance. Neither the rich nor the fisherman are right or wrong.
In recent years, first-tier cities have often had this reality: the annual profit of a listed company is not as high as the annual profit of a house. Some people sit in high-priced houses and envy the extraordinary experiences of entrepreneurs, while others sit in the chairman's seat and envy the leisure of real estate speculators. We can’t tell who is the winner, and we don’t know who is more satisfied.
What’s in front of you may be someone else’s distance. Far away from you, someone may be struggling to escape.
The ones with wings can be white swans, crows and flies; there are poems and fields in the distance, or there may be haze and sandstorms. There are times when everyone wants to escape from the present, but the distance is not necessarily beautiful.
When you envy Yu Liqun for marrying Guo Moruo, a talented man of the generation, you cannot understand her feeling of losing her son and her husband did not save her, nor can you understand her guilt and hatred of discovering that her husband was a sinner who abandoned her sister. . When you appreciate every word of Zhang Ailing's love, you can't understand that she has been indulged in the warmth of a traitor her whole life. What we see in the distance is just the surface. Just like when you see the majesty of Tibet, you forget about the pedestrians crawling along the way and the discomfort caused by altitude sickness.
We often forget that we are myopic. Because of myopia, there is always blurred beauty in the distance. The scenery in the distance is the most beautiful, the water in the distance is the sweetest, and the food in the distance is delicacies... Only when we go to the so-called distance and experience the lives of people in the distance can I truly understand the distance.
Poetry and distance, the connotation is the soul. The soul of the Himalayas lies in the climb of the challenger. Without climbing, we only know that it is 8844 meters. We know the so-called poetry and the distance there, but we don’t know the scenery along the way to the distance.
Poetry and the distance are always there, waiting for the soul to collide with them. Some souls disappear halfway, pursuing other poems and going to distant places. There are also some souls who die halfway and will never reach that far distance, but they will always have poetry in their hearts. Some of them reach far away places, and the poetry they experience is different from what they originally understood. Some of them have reached distant places and experienced a more profound artistic conception of poetry.
Looking at the distance, we must be well prepared, bring our souls, lift our steps, and move towards it. Only in this way will the distance belong to us and poetry belongs to us. Otherwise, It's always just a distance.