Why do I like ancient poetry?

Suddenly, I calmed down from my busy life, looked through some previous books and suddenly remembered this question-why do I like ancient poetry?

Wu Shuo likes someone.

To like someone/to be alone

Starting from the face value, trapped in talent,

Loyal to the role, obsessed with the body,

Fascinated by sound, intoxicated by family.

I think

Like a poem

Start with words, fall into artistic conception,

Loyal to self-cultivation, obsessed with scenery,

Fascinated by rhythm, intoxicated by family.

When I was a child, I recited poems picturesque and couldn't understand them.

One day when I grew up, I met the scenery, met the artistic conception, and suddenly understood poetry, words and paintings.

In spring, when I saw the peach blossom in full bloom, I suddenly understood what "the peach blossom opened and burned its brilliance";

Seeing the newly sprouted grass, I suddenly remembered that "the grass color is close but not close";

Autumn, cool breeze blowing gently, maple leaves falling, it is "frost leaves are red in February flowers"! ;

Go to the lake to play in summer, and the lotus in the pond happens to be "infinite lotus leaf"!

In winter, it was snowing outside the window, and the family got together to bake the oven, knowing that "there was a red commotion in the quiet stove"

Suddenly I remembered an old friend in a lively moment, and I understood, "How about a glass of wine inside? ? "

On a Date-Willow Shoot on the Moon

When we leave-"When shall we meet?"

That kind of feeling, that kind of complicated mentality, can't be expressed in concrete words.

But a few simple words in the poem fully show my mind, which is infinite in charm!

It's raining ― it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival.

It's sunny ― only sunny water is good.

It's snowing ― it's freezing for thousands of miles, and it's snowing in Wan Li.

The snow stopped ―― stepping on it to find "some plums in the corner".

When you are full of ambition-"I am not afraid of death."

When you are sad and lonely-"look for it, it is cold."

When the goal is achieved,-"Spring Breeze is proud of horseshoe disease"

When I miss my hometown-"Being a stranger in a foreign land"

Many, many days, many scenes, many, many moods?

Why do I like ancient poetry?

I can't say the specific reason.

But I know

Not for the exam

Not for the mission.

Not for "I know"

I asked some friends who love poetry, and the answer is roughly as follows:

Poetry seems to me like a bosom friend, a distant place, a hometown and a place where the soul lives.

This article seems to be out of step with the fast-paced life. No traffic, no jokes, no dry goods, no technical content, but that's what I want to say. Bian Xiao is not talented, not smart, and even a novice. He used to want to please the audience. Now he seems to have found a little initial heart, less impetuous and utilitarian. Write down what I want to say, and it is best to meet my bosom friend. If not, talk to yourself and practice hard!

I've been talking nonsense. I really appreciate watching The Last Friend!

Do any friends tell me why I like ancient poetry? Which poem do you like best?