The greatest feature of Mo Lifeng's Poetry Talk is that it often interprets poetry in combination with one's own life experiences and feelings, which makes people feel more cordial and vivid, from which they can deeply understand the connotation of poetry and feel that classical poetry is close to them. Although there is a gap between time and space, their hearts are interlinked. To interpret such a profound understanding of life in poetry is more like listening to an elder who has read all the vicissitudes of life. Mr. Mo Lifeng doesn't seem to talk much when dealing with people at ordinary times, but when he is in class or remembering, he seems to be a different person and has entered another world. Words flow like clouds, stop at will, and have amazing memory for some sentimental details. This is its own monolingual world. For example, in the chapter of "Scenery", when I was writing the scenery of Tang poetry, I found that seven ancient poems overlapped my own experience. Each capital was illustrated by a short story, which made me feel "familiar with this scene", and I couldn't help but marvel at the vivid description of the ancients, and also deeply realized the "metaphor" given to the scene by the poet. This is the case with poems about landscapes, as well as lyrical works about chronicles. When I was a child, I read picture books and copied pictures. I feel sorry for myself. It's really "Green Lantern Smells Like Childhood"; When I was young, I was sad to leave my mother at the Japanese station. I couldn't help crying after my doctoral thesis was successfully defended. After reading it, I couldn't help crying. The so-called "bereavement of parents, giving birth to me", who is not moved by the deep affection of San Chunhui; I wrote about my daughter's impiety of teasing Zhang or laughing at Deng Ai's eating, her cleverness of "moving a stool to the desk and drawing fish and birds", and her infinite exhortation when going abroad-"You are an official in Jizhou, but you drink Jizhou water" and "There are carp in the river, so you often deliver books and newspapers".
The realization of this life emotion inspired by poetic artistic conception benefits from Mr. Mo Lifeng's familiarity and unique understanding of poetry, especially based on his rich and bumpy life experience. In the preface, he wrote, "When I graduated from high school, a sudden storm completely changed the trajectory of my life, and my dream of Tsinghua campus, which I treasured for many years, was shattered." A miserable life completely changed Mr. Mo Lifeng's hobby. Later, he went to Zhaobang village near the Yangtze River to jump the queue as a farmer, so he was isolated from his original fascination with mathematics and physics and devoted himself to self-study in liberal arts. In the memoir essay "A Little Memory of a Floating Life", it is mentioned that after ten years of jumping the queue, life is quite hard, and the most distressing thing is that there is no book to read. A thin "300 Tang Poems" accompanied him through countless frosty mornings and evenings. Classical poetry deeply touched Mr. Mo Lifeng's heart. Poets accompany him day and night and open their hearts to him. Sometimes they just smile at each other with the ancients. "How many rainy nights, I stood by the window alone, looking at the bamboo forest over there in Zhaobang, until everything was submerged in the twilight. How many cold winter nights, I wrapped a quilt in the dormitory of Bianhe Agricultural Tools Factory and stared at the darkness. Loneliness is like endless night, engulfing me, my body and soul. At this moment, I will meditate on Su Shi's "Bu Operator" or Li Qingzhao's "Sound Slow" and water my neighborhood with ancient wine glasses. Although this move can't completely dispel the loneliness in my chest, I have a feeling of caring for each other since I heard the loneliness of the ancients. " The death of my father was like a bolt from the blue, bringing irreparable pain. He doesn't know when and when he can get out of the quagmire of grief. He can only learn to support himself by reciting the poems of the ancients repeatedly.