? ? Time is easy to lose, but it is hard to keep. We all live in reality, but our hearts are looking up to the holy land in the sky. This is the deep expression of heaven and earth, and it is also my heart.
It also has a name called "Looking for Children and Whitehead". The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny. We have all passed the age of carefree dream pursuit, emptied our dreams, struggled in the present and struggled in reality. What is the pursuit of life? What is the ideal ending? Like white clouds in the sky, we can't reach them. At that time, when we stopped to look back, the children had grown up slowly, and the years had ruined our hair. But dreams are still floating in the wind, year after year. Children are pinning our dreams, embellishing our lives and impacting our lives.
This poem is actually very interesting. You can cut it in two. The first two sentences say that the world is the background, and the last two sentences say that the sky is desire. There are all kinds of people in the world, and realism is also fantasy here. Through two scenes separated from each other, the sadness is grafted. With the artistic conception, everyone's experience has formed a sharp edge, paving the way for later insights. The part in the sky is my favorite signature. Through the erection of the first two sentences of humanistic background, we can read the helplessness between the lines. Time is easy to lose, time is hard to keep, and dreams are even harder to pursue! Born in the world, we must work hard. Blood and fresh horses are not for long, but for waiting. This is the truth of life.
If we put aside the foreshadowing of human nature and just look at the last two sentences, it will not be a freehand life! The sky, clouds, wind, white horse and whip form rings, which are leisurely and carefree. In addition to setting off the loss of time, another year is actually to take care of the time changes between heaven and earth, and to fight for one day and one year! Heaven and man dance together, still in the world. The gap is a kind of beauty, and the gap between heaven and earth is our youth and time. So I wrote down "Looking for Whitehead" and called it "Heaven and Earth". The striking title of this poem is the introduction, and the sense of strewn at random in the sky and underground is even more thought-provoking. I hope my friends can not only understand the sadness between the lines, but also understand the looming concern and yearning in the sky and underground.
When I first found my love of learning and wanted to publish my first poem, I chose again and again, again and again, and finally chose heaven and earth. Because it is almost the epitome of several generations, it is a portrayal of an era. It is expected to cause a * * * sound, but it finally resonates. There is still a gap in my heart, but it is not a life experience.