In those days, I loved Lu You's poems, but now I prefer Du Fu's poems.

Many years ago, my friend asked me, which do you prefer, beautiful fireworks or curling fireworks? I blurted out, of course, fireworks, the meaning of life lies in the wonderful, when bundles of fireworks fight for their lives to bloom in the night sky, how can a beautiful word be summed up? ! When I was in my youth, I saw a world of spring and snow, full of poetry and painting, without a trace of fireworks. Standing under the blue sky and white clouds, I will be happy for a blooming flower and sad for a bird with injured wings. I don't like noisy people and things, but I just like reading my favorite books quietly. Originally, I loved to dream, and I especially loved to read exquisite and graceful Song lyrics. Over the years, there has always been a place in my heart for those beautiful words, which I have never forgotten.

I remember that when I was in the health school, I stumbled across an anthology of Song Ci when I visited the bookstore on weekends, so I bought it home and read it carefully. Among them, Lu You's poem "Hairpin Phoenix", which has been handed down through the ages in the Southern Song Dynasty, especially made me love it. "Red crisp hands, rattan wine, spring scenery in the city, willow on the palace wall, dongfeng evil, a thin feeling of joy, a melancholy mood, a few years of separation, wrong, wrong! "I was instantly moved by Lu You's infatuation with my cousin Tang Wan, and I was also amazed by the beautiful words in the ci. I seemed to see Tang Wan's melancholy and bitterness when she was retired because of her mother's opposition, and I seemed to see Lu You being unhappy all day because she missed her wife. "Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sorrowful. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to entrust the book, mo, mo, mo! "Lu You wrote this beautiful love without a trace of dust, full of helplessness in deep affection, and I was moved by it after careful tasting. It seems that I saw the sad talented person and beautiful woman walking in the dreamlike words, which made me wish I could not have been born eight hundred years earlier to see the graceful and picturesque characters in the words.

However, after all, life is not only about poetry and distance, but also about the present. I grew up in ignorance, and now I have spent most of my life. I have also experienced the troubles of being busy with work and having no one to bring my children and cook meals. I have also experienced the sadness of being too tired to save patients when I was working at night shift. The tempering of life has made me not the little girl who only loves roses but doesn't like bread. On the way to and from work every day, I worry about my lover and children, and care about three meals a day. In every day when I try to live with my heart, my once beautiful and ethereal dream gradually goes away. I sigh that fireworks are beautiful, but they are warmer. I began to accept and like these ordinary days, and the companionship and companionship of my family is the most beautiful earthly fireworks. At night, under the warm light, the family ate a delicious dinner, although it was not rich, and then adults watched TV and read books, while the children quietly wrote their homework. At this moment, although there was no sweet talk and poetic meaning, in my eyes, this was the little fortunate thing in the warmest life.

Although the poem "Hairpin Phoenix" can still be recited by heart, the feelings are quite different after years of precipitation. If Lu You is really infatuated with Tang Wan, why did she do what her mother told her to do? Affection is so deep, why can't you see a husband's responsibility and care? ! Since they were separated, they should be well-being. However, when Shen Yuan met each other, he wrote this affectionate poem "Hairpin Phoenix", which made Tang Wan deeply involved in it, and eventually made it disappear. "The setting sun on the city draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival of the pool platform. Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, and it used to be a stunning photo. "In the tearful words, the author's regrets in his later years are exhausted. Indeed, such feelings bring only harm. On the surface, they are affectionate, but in fact they are selfish and have no temperature. Perhaps only by being infiltrated by the various flavors of life can we understand that on the long road of life, the romance of romantic affairs can't reach the companionship of flowing water!

In fact, I often read Tang poems when I was young. For Du Fu's poems, it may be because I am too inexperienced to understand the pattern of "once climbing to the top of the peek, one would see, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky." and I have never really liked his poems. I always feel that there is less romance and more sorrow between the lines of Du Fu's poems. "The wine in Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones ..." The life he saw was always full of gloom, suffering and desolation, which I couldn't really understand when I was in my youth.

It often takes time to understand an article or a poem, and it is also inseparable from the background of the times to understand the heart of an author and poet. Just as we learned several articles by Lu Xun in junior and senior high schools, even if we knew them by heart, how many people could really understand the national mourning behind the human blood steamed bread? Until we, the flower teenagers who grew up under the red flag, became white-haired as frost one day, and after countless vicissitudes of the world, we suddenly understood that there were more sufferings in the world than flowers, grass and sunset. I also find that what I used to think was mundane or even dark is actually the truest look of life.

two years ago, I went to Chengdu to play with my family. At Du Fu's Caotang, I read the poem "Jiangcun" written by Du Fu when he was in Huanhuaxi. "The Qingjiang River is a song that embraces the village, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. Since I went to the church to swallow, I was close to the gull in the water. My old wife drew paper as a chess game, and my young son knocked on the needle to make a hook. But there was an old friend who offered me rice, and I couldn't ask for more. "The picture of a warm family suddenly came to my eyes, and I suddenly felt that this is the life that is truly grounded. Du Fu's life was full of ups and downs, and most of his time was spent in exile, and he was able to maintain his life with the help of his friends. He only married one person in his life and stayed with his old wife all his life. At that time, he was a rare good man. Someone once joked that ten poets have nine scum, and one is Du Fu. Although it is a joke, it can also be seen that the evaluation of Du Fu is high. With the increase of age and life experience, I feel that I like reading Du Fu's unpretentious poems facing life more now.

In fact, there are very few poems written by Du Fu, and he is more concerned about the country and the people. "There are thousands of spacious buildings, and all the poor people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are still peaceful!" I have inadvertently read Du Fu's biography. He followed Li Longji all his life and experienced the Anshi Rebellion. Although he was full of enthusiasm for serving the country, he was frustrated all his life. After middle age, his life was still poor, so he read the bitterness of the life of the bottom people and wrote poems that were very grounded and close to life. Perhaps only after experiencing ups and downs and the hardships of life can we understand Du Fu's simple feelings. Indeed, life is not always full of ups and downs, only in plain and ordinary days, you can still feel the warm light shining in the sky and still be full of hope for life, which is the real temperament.

At present, those favorite Song Ci poems are drifting away. Beautiful words are like stars in the night sky, which occasionally twinkle in memory. Let's regard it as a beautiful dream. After waking up, I still work, study and eat, and the fireworks are full. Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops are a kind of emotional appeal. Who can lack rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea? When I came home from work one evening, I saw my husband busy preparing meals in the kitchen. Under the setting sun, this scene was beautiful. Who says that time brings only rings of trees? I see the massiness and understanding behind life.

The sentimental and romantic feelings of the lush years are just because I don't know the true sorrow. When I walk through the deep and shallow years, I realize that this down-to-earth and steaming day is just the life I want. That's right, stay away from those illusory empty sighs, and live the fine time in front of you as you think, and you will find that life is beautiful after all.