Holding a handful of clear water, I was drunk in the spring breeze. The air is full of faint fragrance, those precious years will be around the fingertips, silent.
Poetry, poetry is Haizi's "facing the sea, warm spring flowers bloom", poetry is Xu Zhimo's "I wave gently to leave the clouds in the west", poetry is "just like the spring rain in the city, floating in my heart". Everyone who has an indissoluble relationship with words is pursuing the poetic harbor of mind in reality or in dreams. Our life is not perfect, but our heart is full of poetry.
It is often said: "the reality is so cruel!" The commonness and vulgarity in reality are different from poetry. Haizi, Hemingway and Sanmao all commit suicide in the brilliant season of their lives. Their words all encourage people to love life and be strong and upward. When their inner perfect poetic life goes against the reality, they go to the extreme. Reading their words, I cried, not because of the girl's sentimentality, but because their poetic life can not find the boundary with reality. I suddenly realized that poetry is based on reality. They love poetry too much. We ordinary people also have our own happiness, which needs to be understood with heart. Don't be too vain, in fact, ordinary is also poetic life.
Poetry can be a cup of tea, can be a pool of water, can be a wisp of flowers. In this ever-changing world, everything contains poetry. And we live in this infinite poetry. A few meters have written that "the lights on the street are suddenly dark, and my big shoes are making a lonely sound on the slate road. I know that I am not alone on this road.". He suffered from serious illness, but he didn't give up his dream. He influenced many confused people with his paintbrush and empty and philosophic writing. Because of his poetic life, the desire for life makes his soul fragrant, surrounded by poetry, and the artistic conception of poetry can be read in words and pictures, then he must regard illness as a poem in life, and he must live happily. Let go of the closed heart and embrace the poetry in life! To live poetically is to taste any suffering as poetry. Then brew the rain of life.
"He likes to drink red wine in a transparent glass," Hu said. Zhang Ailing finally left him, others in the eyes of trivial love, but only immersed in the people know that it is poetry. The feeling of intoxication is poetry. If there is a moment when you are intoxicated by a small matter, it is poetic life.
Love ordinary people, love all things in the world, love the suffering imposed by heaven, blend reality with poetic mood, so that you can live poetically, and don't complain about the lack of poetry in life.