Wonderful music, with lyrics, is like a song, which is the epitome of life and attracts us to move forward. The sound falls with the sound, and after the wonderful sound, we will be in that corner. . . . . . The word "perfect" is easy to write, easy to say and difficult to do. Indeed, as far as the world is concerned, the statue of Venus is a broken arm. Throughout the ages, many sculptors want to restore this statue, but they always feel that it is still not as beautiful as before. Even though this statue is "brokeback", it is sought after by generations like idolization. Perhaps for that statue, "Brokeback" is its perfection. As far as today is concerned, everyone longs for perfection, and everyone pursues perfection. But I didn't say it was bad. It is a good thing to set perfection as your goal. But few people can achieve perfection, and how many real perfectionists are there? Even though it may be perfect in its own field, it will be flawed from different angles.
In fact, sometimes perfection is not the process but the result. In today's society, the result is indeed a foregone conclusion. But I don't think it is necessary to worry too much about a so-called perfect result. In fact, instead of pursuing a fearless result, it is better to pursue it in that process. Some things don't have to care too much about the result, and you don't have to oppress yourself to do it perfectly. Sometimes when you do something, you have to perfect it in the process.
Friends, although pursuing the same thing, want different things most. Pursuing the perfection of the process, even if the result does not reach the perfect state, you can also appreciate the perfection. Why not? No matter how beautiful the song is, it will always stop, and no matter how beautiful the life will stop.
Epiphyllum is only brilliant in an instant, but its amazing glance is amazing; The sharp thorns of the rose are daunting, but its delicate beauty is fascinating; Narcissus will wither without water, but it is pure, elegant and beautiful. The best things in this world always have their own shortcomings, but it is precisely because of these shortcomings that the meaning of beauty will be sublimated in the brewing of fine wine and the true meaning of beauty will become bolder.
Like a bohemian madman, Li He shocked the world with his hail-like works, which made people willingly stunned by such a grand and fantastic poem. He can hear the voice of the sun: "xi he knocks on the glass of the sun", and he can feel the weight of tears: "Yijun's tears are like lead water"; He can also touch the green steps of moonlight. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred cock crows in space "; He even messed up his hair, raised his cup and sang in the lonely moonlight: "Until, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us be together. "We despise drunkards who are full of alcohol and have a strong sense of drunkenness, but we will never ignore the poet's noble talent because of the defects of drinking. On the contrary, Li Bai's talent is cherished. Imperfection is also a kind of beauty, a deeper and more connotative beauty.
Like a lonely and angry painter, Li Bai dipped his wonderful pen into the aura of Penglai, Emei and Lushan and wrote immortal poems. He wants "but let me raise a white deer on my green slope" and "let me sail straight on a cloudy day and build a bridge on a deep sea"; He also asked, "I am wearing Xie's earliest spiked shoes. The humidity on his body is:" The jade wheel is rolling and wet ",and he can feel the temperature of the flowers:" The flowers are burning in the city ". The musician's performance can reverberate in the ear into the echo of Nu Wa's refining stones and mending the sky in the distance; In his eyes, the moon palace in his dream is a cup of dirt that Kyushu turned into a cigarette. We look down on a cynical madman, but we will never deny the novelty of Li He's poems because of their unique artistic conception. On the contrary, it is Shi Gui's decadent and melancholy temperament that makes Li He reach an unprecedented height in the artistic tension of poetry.
Liu Yong, like an independent goose, flatly rejected the life of a powerful official and strolled into the street with dim lights. He didn't want to see the filth of officialdom, he just wanted the silence of "autumn wind, green water and clear waves", so he wrote the following words in the clean stream: "Where will you wake up tonight?" Yang Liuan, Xiaofeng Canyue "; So he went upstairs alone and sighed, "How did you know I was worried by the railing? "So, he found the true companion of his soul:" This is the heart of my life, and I owe you a thousand tears ". We despise those lecherous people with ulterior motives, but we will never "hold hands and look at each other with tears" to misunderstand his infatuation for the sake of three changes. On the contrary, it is the charm of Liu Yong's amorous prodigal son that makes his writing more fresh and refined.
The world is hard to be perfect. Li Bai is addicted to alcohol, Li He is crazy, and Liu Yong's sadness comes from it. It can be said that they all have their own defects. But this defect can't hide the brilliance of their genius. On the contrary, it is these so-called defects that make their poems have distinctive features and flamboyant personality. Therefore, imperfection is not beauty. When this imperfection becomes an indispensable part of life, it will sublimate to a higher realm of beauty.