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Wysłany: Śro 15:03, 27 Kwi 2011 Temat postu: Lonely poet |
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father, the poet's image has always been present in my heart. In his many years of passing away, and open that the yellowed volumes of poetry, I would time to sit down quietly and read of the father, I can not experience with a rudimentary and crude words to describe my feelings. So this is a profound I could not interpret the bible. I can only devout read over and over again that I Sidongfeidong text. Although my bones turning his father's blood flowing, but the wizard-like character who is always away from me, away from the end of my rich and poor longing heart. Like a long drought and the rain as long Tianchou cracking.
father is a lonely, lonely, to all day without saying a word, perhaps with his identity as a teacher to paradox, but it does so, his heart seems to have endless thoughts, and He never told us. He wanted something, we can only feel his solemn expression of his loneliness.
addition to writing about his loneliness in the face from the outside we can also do several of his verses to find evidence.
Wing Petals triennial cycle of winter to do something
wax residue Lennon went back to the wind is not jealous
rain had help
thin red green hard not called sentimental for my fat
Hong bones buried on the mirror side shock
bad hair on the temples
more lonely scholars since ancient times, between the lines is not difficult to see the father that evening on Spring and unfortunately, the loss of the kind of time recollections feelings of helplessness. Read this not help tie down the word brings to mind Yan Shu: Flowers fall to, familiar to swallow to return. Epigrams, in the sense that father and Yan indeed the same purpose. Poet face late spring rain in the skew under the Montreal Fallen flowers, then this is a kind of mind it? Thanks for the Memories Spring and the poet is not a negative, those pieces became the poet's full of fallen Xianghun sentient beings, there were numerous floated into the hearts of lonely poet. In father Lengqiao but hidden under the appearance of a hot heart. However, the situation to the depths of a lonely years of Homecoming, the nature of all life should be as before in a trend of decline, to aging, but so, too, do human beings. When the father in the mirror and suddenly get a glimpse of his face of aging, they can only be so helpless sigh: bad hair on the temples on the mirror side shock. So naturally, people Heyi Kan.
also in the spring of that year. His father wrote another poem:
Wing Petals > Permanent
God willing the most annoying
Is Jealous
Next year is still another injury
many of my friends dubbed bitter and sad poetry and literary. This is perhaps related to the environment I grew up living. Read kid read his father's father's loneliness poems, subtle all in monasteries, the reason that themselves can not afford to have a change of bad habits, a large number of articles in my tone is always very low, low to his back and sometimes look too far when his article can not help but shed a tear. However, this may be the so-called style bar. Later, numerous attempts have been some of the sun, the lingering but still doom and gloom, simply to write down.
rain that spring seems to be more than usual, my father's face also cloudy. Strings of cherry blossoms in front of which branches off the flowers in the rain. Faction decline scattered picture. Interpretation of the poet's capacity for natural scenery and sensitivity is certainly extraordinary, that Montreal is not a simple Fallen flowers petals metaphysical, perhaps a poet dying of a prosthetic heart. Therefore no alternative but to cry out poets:
hate it a fine nine storms would like to Permanent
God Is Jealous
the most annoying injury next year, they still do not know the father I love
where mourning. I can not walk into his complex inner world [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I have again and again try to speculate on his father's state of mind, but, again, lost in their own time in a loss, could not find the answer. Injuries every year, every year Love War. This may be a timeless topic. Today, as we have lamented the storm with his father, laments falling. , Lamented the journey of life can not be referred to the suffering and sorrow.
and his father also wrote another word a tie.
Wing Yan For households
court wearing business degree phase and a new nest habitat here, only how
; whisper softly floated Business uncertain
home jump to the west side of luxury scene
be lower! Qin Hong Mud Run
higher, slightly higher
brush tail cut flowers Nongying
Cui Yu
agile actually coming home boast light
habitat is stable
has dreamed Hong Wang Xie caisson
He is in his place to change into the curtain
assessment difficult and I often admire father, keen observation and thought, that year my new house, although they are still three low thatched cottage, but that room than the original adobe houses broken ripped through much better. New homes after the completion of the jump a few Ruyan twitter to my house, my father very happy, he said: Former Yan Wang Xietang old, I finally flew home of ordinary people. Later, a few swallows west of the neighbors at my house a new home Leiqi nest. Father was very angry [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and he said to me: This thing is also bullying Qionga swallow. At that time, I had joking told his father: in fact, we wealthy, let's chest rolls of poetry and literature possession, and who we are rich ah! That day, my life, I first saw his father smile. Yes ah, although the red walls and green tiles neighbor, luxurious style, it is shallow on the rich [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], deep level, we should be full of it for life. In this context, the father of this tie down the word on the grass, though we can not read between the lines behind the story, but still can see his father's regret, especially after the two sentences: He is into the curtain, what changes is difficult assessment . Like the words of prophecy, hidden endless mystery. Years later, his father is gone, we still dwelling in the three see Cao Lu in poor light and live the lives of the impoverished, while the West family luxury houses that year, due to several reasons unite in its owners, is now devastated. Whisper of the Swallows previous years have gone by. Perhaps they are also found in the more advanced the house, the title went to the mud nest base.
many of these words is the father of three tie down poems. Today, I again read, such as beans, oil lamp he again felt his father's lonely soul, hazy, I seem to see my father walked with faltering steps, a smile came up to me.
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