My relationship with poetry began at the age of one. At that time, I had recited ancient poems in ignorance. My early contact with poetry is not recorded in historical materials, but I just took it from my mother.
At first, I recited Tang poems just for fun, and I used four rhyming poems to associate the scene: General Li Guang regarded the stone as a tiger, but it became "not a stone shuttle." As a result, I also want to find a big stone to compete with. After reading "Blowing Open the Petals of Ten Thousand Pears", I became naive and studied the winter scenery carefully. I didn't see any similarity between snow and pear, but I saw it at first sight. I feel that the poet is not very understanding, otherwise how could he write such a metaphor? After reading Peach Blossom Pond Deep in thousands of feet, I clamoured to meet this Peach Blossom Pond and also wanted to see it. Li Bai bid farewell to Wang Lun. How can he find time to measure the depth of a pool thousands of feet underwater? Even so, in the era without oxygen mask, Li Bai's vital capacity must be amazing. Maybe my parents won't let me, so I also want to find a dangerous building with stars in my hand. If "people in the sky" want it, I can choose a star as a collection and show it off to my friends ... when I tell my father this, his laughter always pulls me back from my dreams. "Peach blossom dangerous building is not so deep and so high. This is just an exaggerated rhetorical device ... "After listening to this, I am greatly disappointed that Li Bai, a great writer, told such a big lie to our children and praised such a big cow. Isn't this a lie? So exaggeration is bullshit.
Since then, I have neglected romantic poets. Many years have passed since we got back together with them. When I learned rhetoric, the poet's time, experience and mood, I realized from the bottom of my heart that Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemums point to Nanshan, and the fallen leaves turn into spring mud, Yan Shu's loneliness is wandering and lonely, and the pulse of the text is slanting over the long clear water. ...
Nowadays, whenever I wander in the beautiful artistic conception of Tang poetry and Song poetry, intoxicated by the beauty in the poet's eyes, I can only smile bitterly when I think of the misunderstanding between me and the poet when I was a child. The stories of my childhood and poetry are still stored in my heart. When you are lonely, you will take it out and dry it, and the corners of your mouth will rise and make a "hehe" sound.