Writing poems and excerpts are the best methods. If I choose one, I will choose to write a poem, because if I write a poem, there are few words, and it is inevitable that I have to write a piece of paper to extract it.
Now that I think about it, it's funny and I admire it. Funny because? I didn't know the taste of sadness when I was young. Why write new words? I admire that when I was young, it was easy to write poems, and I could outline them with a few strokes. Now if I really want to write some poems, I have to scratch my head. At that time, even the poems were blurred.
At that time, there was a small incident related to poetry, which still rankles. My diary is open to my mother, especially this kind of homework. One day, my mother saw a poem I wrote and was very surprised. Even and orderly, echoing back and forth. The sky? Corresponding? Sea? 、? Happy face? Corresponding? Laughter? Something like that She immediately showed my poem to my aunt who was a teacher. Both of them thought that my level would definitely win the prize, so they decided to contribute.
I feel horrible. Is that the lyrics I copied?
But I don't remember why I didn't tell my mother and aunt at that time. I just prayed silently not to contribute, or I would be plagiarized.
The ending of the story is naturally calm, and then it seems that it never happened again, and mom and they never mentioned the submission again. However, until today, I didn't dare to ask my mother about the follow-up of this matter. If she remembers, she'd better forget.
With the growth of age, the desire to express has dropped a lot, let alone write poetry. Of course, I think it may be because I don't have to keep a diary. Occasionally, a word that I think is not bad will pop up in my overgrown mind, just like a passing meteor, gorgeous to death before making a wish.
Poetry has become an unreachable distance.
Freud once said that everyone is a poet at heart, and the last poet will not die until the last poet dies. ?
Then where is my poet? I think it's always cloudy, and my poet can't get out by hiding at home. I am afraid that if I write it down, I will peep into the darkness of my heart and feel that writing poetry is too self-centered and heartless.
Until I saw the excellent works of the 5th China (Haining) Xu Zhimo Micro-poetry Competition, I couldn't help sighing? so this is it？ Spreading the thread of life is poetry.
Walking in Tang poetry/it's easy to meet the moon/such a thin moon/why are so many people/carrying it to rain?
Teenagers grow up and travel elsewhere, and the north is in the north.
When grandpa was still alive/all the storms in this world bypassed me/tilted the fishing boat towards him and sang to the treetops.
The fallen leaves in my hometown are so beautiful/I accidentally turned them over in a book/I realized today that there is a diamond soul on it/the way home.
The simple narrative, which is not piled up, gorgeous and simple, leaves a lot of space, but touches the heart at some point.
This is also life. The thrilling and ups and downs may be just a moment, or even not. In the long days, daily necessities are a complex that can't be put down at hand. Some are salty, some are light, and some may be spicy, all of which are the flavor of life.
It turns out that I always thought what kind of power it should be to live like a poem.
Now I understand that life is a poem, and all you need to do is recite it.
Finally, attach a paragraph written in a circle of friends, and call it for the time being? Poetry? I don't remember why I feel this way. I only remember that after I sent it, I was immediately adapted by two neighbors and sent some words to my circle of friends. I was very angry and deleted this passage with a wry smile.
One, two, three or four tablets.
Some boring troubles
Say goodbye once, leave twice, three or four times.
Endless narrative
But the wind blows Sha Fei, light and delicate.
Don't watch the clouds cover the sun.
Don't listen to the details
Don't explore the world