Poetry is like the seasoning in food, it is indispensable. We are busy all day long, carrying heavy burdens forward in life. Repeatingly in the circle you set, you inadvertently look up at the sky. The wind is gentle and the clouds are light, the cicadas are chirping in midsummer, and the nature is colorful. It turns out that another year is passing by in a hurry. Just like this, the days pass by like water. Since we can't keep time, we should use the beauty in our hearts to experience him and dress him up. Live life poetically, listen to the sound of every flower blooming, and pause for the dance of every leaf falling. This is what life should be like.
We will meet many people in our lives, some of whom are around us, and some of whom we may have never met. We are always attracted to those who exude the fragrance of their souls. Once I saw a book "You Are the April Day in the World" in a bookstore, which is a collection of Lin Huiyin's essays. Originally, the name Lin Huiyin was already very familiar in my mind, and I had admired her more than 20 years ago. There is this passage in the preface when opening the book:
? There is such a kind of beauty, and the joy of a long time and space is still fixed in the moment of looking back. There is such a kind of wisdom that bypasses the turbulent undercurrents and lingers in quiet contemplation in the stable years.
? She walked through the morning smoke in Peiping, through the night fog in Camqiao, and when she looked into the distance, she fell into the pages of Xu Zhimo's poems.
? Wearing a green shirt, she changed into Liang Sicheng's drawings during her devout evening prayers in the quaint temple.
? Her friendship with the academic leader Jin Yuelin was praised as "the relationship between people has reached the most beautiful and noble state."
? It was these affectionate words that started a magical relationship between me and this woman with a fragrant soul that I had never met before.
"April in the World"
A space filled with water,
peerless and independent.
Traveling through the tunnel of time,
Encountering you among millions of people,
Smart words
weaving into your poem Ordinary souls,
your solemn and simple thoughts are hidden in ancient buildings
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A full moon breaks through the darkness,
A lighthouse guides the way.
You are the bright flowers blooming in spring,
You are the cool breeze blowing in summer,
You are the beauty of autumn chrysanthemums and frost, < /p>
They are plum blossoms dancing with winter snow.
You are dew, warmth and light,
you are the goose yellow after the snow melts.
A poetic Qianxun Waterfall,
April in the world forever.