What is poetry?
Is the yarn washing girl in the green bamboo forest; That's two lines of horseshoe marks on the snow; It is a hibiscus flower in the clear water microwave; It's a hero's tear in a glass of turbid wine. She is like a girl's soft hair stroking your face and cheeks, but you can't touch it if you want.
Life needs poetry!
Without poetry, life would be so boring and pale. It is because of poetry that life is colorful and colorful. Life is beautiful when it is poetic, and meaningful when it is beautiful.
Looking for poetry in life.
Dust seems to have no poetry at all. He is so small and insignificant. But in poetic eyes, he is the spirit of the earth, jumping with the breath of heaven and earth, fluctuating with the wind, and performing wonderful dances for people.
There seems to be no poetry in the soil. He has neither "colorful flowers" nor the mystery of "immortals are famous" in the mountains. But in poetic eyes, he is the mother of all things, and he is boundless, welcoming every wanderer with huge arms like a mother.
Candle seems to have no poetry at all, and seems to be being rushed to the corner of history by the trend of science and technology. However, in poetic eyes, it symbolizes the lovesickness of "when you cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night", and represents the happiness of "when it warms me through spring wine, I will remind you how to bet, where, group after group, we roll dice under the crimson light".
Arouse the poetic soul.
Everything in life changes because of the poetic soul. Noisy music no longer annoys people, but becomes a lingering flute; The foggy morning no longer makes people complain, but turns to the gentle and charming morning fog around them; Tasteless boiled water is no longer disgusting, but becomes a faint scent of cloud longjing floating in the teapot.
Life is full of poetry. No noisy bells, no gorgeous clothes, no rolling traffic and dust. What you see are blue bricks and ancient tiles, clear water and blue sky, fish swimming freely and warblers whispering.
Life is a poetic paradise, and poetry is the clothes of life. On cool days, you can taste fragrant teas, but when you watch the rain rolling in the sky and the flowers blooming in front of the door, a poetic heart is intoxicated by the fragrance of tea and fog. ...