At the end of the article, a Buddhist scripture is quoted: "For example, the Ganges River, Three Beasts Crossing, Rabbit and Horse Fragrance. The rabbit didn't reach the bottom, but floated up. The horse is either at the bottom or not. The elephant is at the bottom. "
The author's final comments:
Raise your hand in agreement. A writer who has copied the bottom of life and death can't see through the world, but always retains the ability to be angry. He doesn't express "forgiveness" casually and unprincipled. He has backbone!
Some later masters deliberately excluded Mr. Wang's words from basic education, which often satisfied the learning experience of young students. However, children who know how to seek growth independently will eventually meet this mountain, and a few will be fascinated by it.
Coincidentally, The Beijing News published an interview with Yongming Zhai. She mentioned the inscription on the packaging when Japanese donated medical supplies to China, and thought that for them, poetry had been integrated into their culture. "Poetry is not a catharsis, but a spiritual experience that nourishes things in daily life."
Of course, poetry does not exist only in textbooks of basic education. Blessed are those who take the initiative to find poems in adulthood, although everyone around them thinks the child is a bit "strange".
Wang Xiaobo's words have been circulating for a long time: "It is not enough for a person to have this life, but also a poetic world."
The road he wrote is like a country road, with morning glory crawling on the fences on both sides, full of purple and white, and dew in the morning. I remember he also said that there was a blue dragonfly on every flower. ...
That's it. As an adult, I still have a long-term yearning for poetry and embrace a kind of innocence in troubled times. Is it difficult? It is neither difficult nor difficult, and it is not positively related to the economic situation.
During the period of aiding Hubei, the nurse poet Weak Water Voice once described the things around him like this: After coming back from duty in the middle of the night, Big Brother, the hotel doorman, fell asleep on the sofa. Let him dream/return to the daily life of middle-aged people/let him enjoy the happiness of his children and grandchildren in his dreams. (It's just what I remember, which may be different from the original)
In daily life, many ordinary people also hide a kind of poetry. The smell of fireworks never drives it away, but makes it colorful.
Ma Yan also said that Chengdu is a city full of sensual enjoyment. If you can tolerate and get used to living here, there will be no problem. I think she reached this conclusion by comparing with Beijing. Oh, yes, the "White Night" bar in Yongming Zhai is located in Yulin District.
Think of Harbin, the city of ice and snow. Syracuse has six months in a year, and people and animals are silent at night. There is only a big snow shovel crossing the border like Godzilla, and it rumbles when shoveling snow in the street, which sounds like the whistle of a ferry on the river in the distance ... This city of railways, music and beer is inhabited by a group of young people who never forget to write poems, and they have not been cut down for the ice city one after another.
However, one hundred years ago, when Xiao Honggang came to Harbin from Hulan River as an adult, it was already a city of literature and art. She and Xiao Jun's good friend Jin were running a Tianma art advertising agency, and were later killed by the Japanese at 1936. Xiao Hong wrote a long poem for him. I remember a few words comparing a martyr's friend to a spring flower. ...
Now residential buildings have been built on the original site of Tianma Art Club, and the statue of Jin is placed in Qingbin Park on Hexing Street, surrounded by green trees. It's the end of April, and those purple and white lilacs should be ready to bloom.
Spring is short, but after all, see you every year.