When I was a child, I loved poetry, or rather, I loved reciting poetry. Whenever a poem blurts out, I can always hear the praise of adults, see the envious eyes of children, and be grateful to Li Bai, Du Fu and Wang Changling. Although I don't understand it, I love poetry-the pure pride of a child. Poetry once brought me honor. From Tagore, it turns out that a poet can understand that it is not just the Tang Dynasty that is rich in poets. Tagore's simplicity taught me deeply, and his flying words made me really learn to understand. Remember that poem:
"Where there is a persistence that transcends the shore's infatuation with the sea-embracing the sea in the same posture."
I was deeply impressed by his exquisite design, and moved by your persistence and silence. So I began to understand Shakespeare, Schiller, Pushkin, try to understand Ode to Joy and Captain, try to discover beauty, learn ideas, feel and grow ... Schiller's Ode to Joy can make Beethoven, who has been immersed in depression for a long time and sold his works at a low price for bread, move, absorb the warmth of the sun in the dark and wake up with a song Ode to Joy. Shouldn't this be attributed to the charm of poetry? Because of growing up, poetry brought me not pride and honor, but insightful eyes and increasingly rich heart. In fact, I don't know whether growing up made me understand poetry or whether I grew up because of poetry. ...
The charm of poetry taught me to appreciate, the artistic conception of poetry taught me to daydream, the meaning of poetry taught me to be profound, and the eternity of poetry taught me to care ... He just didn't teach me to create. Just because it is a "virgin land" in my heart, it is not allowed to be defiled. Until I read biographies of celebrities. Picasso loved to write poems, but his words were never accepted by people. People's evaluation is: draw your picture! Michelangelo's poems are even more puzzling, because he worked under the yoke of the Pope all his life. However, none of them has given up poetry creation because of their love, because it is a release of the soul and a letter to life and themselves. It turns out that poetry is also a kind of leisure art, not a poet's privilege. So, I began to try writing and didn't mind being criticized. In this process, I gained the most profound experience: "That is the note of the sky". True poetry is not snow, but the spirit of the sky. So it is no longer just a tiled page, a carrier of beauty, a random art, it is no longer abstract, because it is three-dimensional, colorful, still beautiful and mysterious.
It turns out that life itself is an endless poem. ...