About poetry

Life in poetry, poetry has a hundred flavors, and reading poetry is also reading life; There is history in poetry, wisdom in poetry, and reading poetry is also reading inheritance.

Poetry condenses the long-standing feelings of an era and inherits the wisdom and mind of an era. Opening a book of poetry is like riding a canoe, tracing history in the river of poetry, tracing extraordinary life in poetry, changing the fate of ebb and flow, and catching the flowers that have condensed the long river of thousands of years of history.

Su Shi, who was deeply impressed by human life in Huanxisha Drizzle Cold Wind, was deeply impressed by the way of green tea and game in the slightly cold scenery in early spring: "The taste of the world is pure joy." A pure happiness, a faint happiness, does not need the choice of external material, it is only inner stability and satisfaction, but also a lofty spiritual realm. However, walking in the world of mortals, the world is intertwined. What can you find? In fact, there is no need to stay away from the noise and fireworks of the world. Qing Huan is a kind of life and a state of mind. When you are travel-stained and exhausted, you might as well choose a spare window, light some fireworks to cook the taste of the world, hold a roll of poems, or talk with friends about the long-lasting love in poems, or indulge in this charming poetic realm alone, so that rhyme can wash away the dust attached to your heart. Isn't the gentleness and calmness of that state of mind a faint pleasure? Through the paper leaves wrapped in ink, Su Shi's simple happiness is vividly on the paper. His happiness comes from his state of mind, and it is also such a natural and calm state of mind, which brings real happiness in the soul that can be clearly touched.

Later, "the date didn't arrive in the middle of the night, and the chess pieces were knocked at random." In Zhao Shixiu's The Guest, we have different understandings of this transcendental mental state. It rains in summer, frogs croak in the south of the Yangtze River, and the guests of the competition haven't arrived in the middle of the night. How lonely is the noise in the cold? However, he decided at will, holding hands, knocking on the chess pieces at will, and integrating the carefree meaning in his heart into the waiting of this summer night in the south of the Yangtze River. The long wait also became warm because of expectation, and quiet because of nothing. In fact, everyone's life is not all kinds of waiting? Holding a Zhao Shixiu-like warmth, waiting for friends to meet, waiting for Qingyun after the headwind, waiting for every dawn in life, that long time can also become so gentle ... Now that I think about it, things in this world have long been polluted by impetuousness, and waiting for such ordinary things has lost its charm on guests. Who can keep a calm heart in the long loneliness? However, every time we look through this half-volume collection of poems, we can still get a glimpse of the quiet poet in Meiyu Center, taste the warmth that belongs to Zhao Shixiu's casual beating of chess pieces, and experience the state of mind of concentration in this warm rhyme, and the breeze comes naturally. ...

Now, crossing the other side of history and stopping here after a thousand years, it is Su Dongpo who sings and dances lightly in his poems and sings an indifferent and gentle Qing Huan; This is Zhao Shixiu's deep voice in his poems, which is a gentle and quiet mind.

A monk in the Northern Song Dynasty said, "Drinking water is the source." The same is true of reading poetry. However, what we read is not only a word in the poem, but also the infinity rooted in the poem.