Dance and walk Zhou Xiaofeng
The plenty of language is enjoyed by poetry, not other. Despite the final writing of prose for ten years, never tried additional genre - for me, the poor obstacles on writing are first from the content, the form of richness is to consider the problem, but I have always had a secret to the poetry. Religion. emotion. The scattered spouse, concluded with the marriage, concluded, orderly, and patience, it is enough to promote a long-lasting successful marriage, I am loyal to the prose. As for the destructive wild passion, we are pinned on the person who is not married - like the legendary monster, for safety, its heart does not carry it with you, but hidden in an unmanned location . This part of the emotion has little proportion, does not cause practical harmful effects, but it exposes our fatal tenderness, like my traveler of poetry.
"Although there are many branches, there is only one; all of my youth lying lying days, I shake my branches and flowers in the sun; now I can wither into the truth." Read here, I don't know what I don't know. , I buried my face into the old book page ... The wind blows in the afternoon, wearing a finger that I put into my book, let the hair and paper between the paper and the paper. This is Ye Zhi's "wisdom coming from time". The first autumn of the university, and the sky is disappeared as a windy water, and there is no one in the playground. Never write high school composition, but I don't know what to fill what is spreading. It seems that I just took the shell, I retain the dim memory, still fragile, I won't use wings, can't sing free to sing ---- And summer grand feast is suddenly started. It is bound to be aware, and the beauty of the unexpected language is fragile. If my people are inevitable. Just because of the poems of Ye Zhi, I am willing to take off your youth like a gorgeous play. I love aging. I get over in the wrinkled rushing mine, until, see the truth of the death of the dead.
If there is a gathering of all the virtues of the saints, the poems are the material of the most powerful material, and it is a miracle.
Poetry is lipstick, let your lips vivid. Like a pillow, the dream of poetry is closest to the darkness of the dark; the poetry moth keeps the relatives of life. The poetry is like a bulb broken down, who can know that the suppressed light? Poetry is a newly married plant, the precious pollen sources love; poetic winter trees, no one knows the birth of the birth or tranquility; like a young girl in the early night, the poetic doctrine is not asked to destroy clean chastity and never Repair damage; the poetic is like a child's eyes, will be born amazing memories; in the hospital bed, poetry is the last spitted name of the zero tooth, including the secret of life that cannot be restored.
Although the time of the time is undoubtedly pressed in death, God likes to write the poem is still opening the winter snow white smooth paper, with colorful ink, he continues to write lyrics and narrative "Spring" every year. Writing poetry, it may mean that you have never loved the part of the people who have never loved, only this, prove that we don't want wisdom, love and gratitude. It is poetry telling me that all the flow of all things will only be brought by a few words in sum; it is also a poem to tell me, the purpose of the text, sometimes just to pass the content other than the text.
Who can complete such a generous and luxurious award? The mystery, holy, vast or essence of poetry is not to guess it to create its own hand, but fake the name of someone. At the very least, we are willing to envisage the poems and the same way. Or the poet is originally different, he hides transparent wings; there must be something to identify his origin, poetry is a special accent, leaking out angel's identity. When it is difficult to find the road sign to clearly indicate to heaven, as long as there is a poem, like a pocket rope ladder, it will lead me to rise, enter the god of the stars, let me enjoy the sweet private darkness, and In the darkness, it is unlucky. I can't pay tribute to the poet, they have said farthest things from our nearest position, just like God in the farthest place insights our recent happening. Because of respect, I bless the poet's inner talents to match the slender hand, noble face and Wen Wenya; it seems not to be the same, it is the disappointment and generous of its talents.
In contrast, sharp, rough, 忤, 张 ... sometimes is also a characterization of genius, which can also achieve excellent poems. Yu Jian, Xichuan, Zhong Ming, Chen Dongdong, Wang Xiai, Wang Jiaxin ... I like the "poet" of the East Publishing Center ", this set of Wen Yu is more fascinating than some of the so-called essays. Poetry is the strict language training of writing, which makes the sentence accurately and mean, concise and full, full of blowing efforts - in infinite fertile rhythm. Between the retreat, the poet is calm, and the meaning of the meaning of the meaning of the people is close to the prose of everyone. Everyone who has experienced poetry writing experience, and the prose and novels are more than a surgeon, just like surgeons to deal with fish in the kitchen.
Write poetry is too difficult to me. I think I have a rank, maybe use "dead plate" to be more comfortable, deliberately can't form a logical organizational relationship - the pace is cumbersome, I am a poetic deer's legs. I hate my sentence and the sentence full of stickiness, the previous sentence is just the mother of the next sentence; I hate what I said if the word helps can have no words, I am very powerful; I hate my space has a sponge The blanks of the moisture is so hard to be rigid.
The elegant goddess in the temple is only used in the evocation. My lips have never envissed her fingertips - maintaining the purity of poetry love in a distance. I have tried to achieve the intervention of certain poems, such as metaphors, such as deformation, such as the depth of meaning, and hope that their prose will have some differences. Valery said: Prose is a walk, poetry is a dance. I want to combine the creation efforts of the two often in trouble, there is no way to think about the gesture, and there is no dance that is completely passionate. I am like a child who is jumping, it is easy to fall; but because of falling, the scars falling, It is for the expense of the future run, so I insist. Of course, in this regard, I can still find Masters' models: Nietzsche, Plus, Emerson, Mandri Scham, Zwig, Pas, Catty ... The language of poetry, the depth of philosophy, The prose is the self-contained structure, the episode of the episode of the novel, and the conflict of the drama, these elements have a wonderful proportion of a wonderful mix in the work, and it is difficult to have a single literary title for them. Relative to the vast words are "writers", but they are also extensive due to their use of their use, and lose this title.
The seduce of the United States, the temptation is dangerous, and the brave people may not win the guts of God. I am very clear, for the writer with limited capacity, may bring a short-destroyed self-destruction, rather than the birth of the sun. If you look down on ideal contact lenses, I see, imagine poetic prose, implement it to the bottom, and it is possible to turn into a unknown mixed-blood monster. But whether there is an absolutely safe approach to protect us from the thousands of mountains to arrive at the other side and have no injury? A person will be several times a successful joy from the educational education, because the experience is effective for life, and the emotions are impermanent. As a law-abiding in life, I am willing to be small in the field of writing. Prose and poetry, poured two rejures into the same utensil, I observed the wonderful chemical reaction: the change of color, the temperature of the temperature, the volatilization of smoke - its wonderful place is that the explosion of it is possible.
21:41 2003-6-5
