Whenever I rest, I will choose to stay in the room quietly alone to drink tea and read and write, but also in the busy military service to feel the bitterness and happiness. Whether busy or idle, I will take advantage of the "today's day is good" blowing the "spring wind" "into the May" "under the plum flower, waiting for you to come" "waiting for a tree to bloom". On the night of the moon's disappearance, a gentle breeze, I sniffed the scent of April's acacia flowers to draw spiritual nourishment, feeling the poet's romantic feelings. Blossoms are the happiness of flowers, and "Encountering the Sea of Flowers" and "Meeting the Blossoms" are our happiness. So, from spring, from every encounter, I will wait with my heart. Waiting for "last night, a tree blossoms" and "swallows return", "sad cherry blossom" under the tree, "to know you in this way", in fact, just "a glance of the beautiful", looking at your "far away back" and "your handsome appearance", "waved goodbye to April" "from now on do not say goodbye", "thanks to you, once appeared in my life". There is a kind of encounter in the world, not on the road, but in the heart. As long as you love life, cherish life, treat others well, life is a wildflower blooming in the sunshine on the banks of the stream, facing the breeze with the life of the lyrics of a lingering and timeless poem.
With the poem into the heart, meet the best you. Gorky said, "Poetry is the song of the heart." All good poems flow from the heart and emit an intoxicating aroma. In the change of years, the dream is over sweetly; in the rise and fall of the earth, the lights go out. I don't ask how many flowers bloom, I only wish to smile peacefully. Poets always touch the world with a delicate mind, multi-sensory sentiments linked to space, in his pen all things moving, in his heart full of warmth ......
The beauty of the encounter, the autumn moon cold river. Wind, flowers, snow and moon, refers to the natural beauty of the four seasons, "spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has the moon, summer has a cool breeze, winter has the snow". It also reminds us of the four beauties of Dali, Yunnan: the wind at Xiaguan, the flowers at Shangguan, the snow at Cangshan, and the moon at Erhai. The poem brings us into a wonderful world where there are spring, summer, fall and winter, and even more wind, flowers and snow. In the spring season when the willows are flying, strolling along the lakeside, the fresh air, beautiful flowers, and wisps of fragrance are so light that it is like a dream. As the "Poetry" in the sentence "reed reed, white dew for frost. The so-called Irena, in the water side". Back then, the person who waited in front of the bi-monthly lake, but more than the flotsam, a piece of the thoughts of the blanket? The wind, full of flotsam, one by one dance is a young girl's spring dream, young man's throbbing, the poet's chanting. Since it is a dream, let it fly to the faraway places with the June wind. When the white plum blossomed and the azalea was red, we went on a spring tour to meet the drunken peach blossoms. Each peach blossom is a gift from heaven, so shy, bright and gorgeous, as the saying goes, "the peach is in full bloom, burning its splendor", overflowing with the happiness of the fragrance of flowers. In summer, "the most beautiful night", "the moon is full", "May rowan", a tree of summer flowers, a tree of flowers, a burst of cool, those "falling petals" for whom to fall? Is it because you can't stand the loneliness? Or is it the breath of summer, the vigor of youth that plucks at her heartstrings? Life is like a summer flower, I like in the warm days, watching the flowers bloom, counting the flowers bloom, remembering the flowers bloom. Because of the anticipation of blossoms, my heart is filled with sweet happiness. Last year, when the winter flowers bloomed, I was arranged by the unit to go to Hangzhou Air Force Sanatorium for convalescence, I have never been to Hangzhou, all the way to the high-speed rail "Hangzhou, I'm coming". Waiting for the rain is the destiny of the umbrella's life. Because Hangzhou at that time coincided with the rainy season, "in Hangzhou, waiting for a snow", but in the "West Lake to see the snow", "rain to visit the snow", because the "snow passes without a trace", "there is a kind of love without a sound", wrote the "poetry on the snow", is my "to send you the most beautiful poetry", "waiting for the snow, waiting for the rain, and also waiting for you". That rained pattering drizzle, so that walking in the West Lake Broken Snow Couple rich sorrow as ripples in the lake water, but I am no longer despondent. Because I met the blossom, met the hope, appreciate the "West Lake in the snow", "red maple in the snow". That "memory of winter snow", in the "winter, the bright moon" under the "late night, my poem sprinkled into the moonlight" "moonlit night, patrolling in the border defense". As a poet, I let The Loneliness of Poetry Turn for Love. The softness of the wind, the colorfulness of the flowers, the purity of the snow, and the beauty of the moon let me wander in the poetry, intoxicated, contemplative, touched, and uplifted. The simplest purity and truth, goodness and beauty in the depths of human nature caused a warm current to flow through my heart. This warm current is the flow of poetry, is the expression of the poet's true feelings, but also the emotion of life, "the most beautiful confession". The poet sings, into the words; touched, into a deep love; thinking, into a heart language; searching, interpretation of the encounter; cultivation, harvesting the fragrance of flowers. In the fertile soil of poetry, the poet hoes and plows, and every grain of fruit is the crystallization of perception. Poetry literature is like a white sail on a big boat, carrying me to poetry, to life's beautiful yearning, the pursuit and ideal sailing.
Some people say that falling in love with a city is because there is someone living in the city. I think, in love with a city, perhaps for a beautiful scenery, for a familiar old house, for a period of past events, or perhaps, just for, just the city. Like falling in love with a person, sometimes, do not need any reason, no cause and anticipation, nothing to do with the wind and snow, do not ask the result, just love, pain, "turn around, do not forget to say goodbye" only. Perhaps, a brief encounter than holding hands with each other for a lifetime is also long, that different appreciation and adoration, giving people is eternal and love. On the way to meet, do not care about the length of time, as long as it is the most pure throbbing, is the most beautiful encounter. "Falling into mud and crushing into dust, only the fragrance is like the old days", the poet's noble and romantic, clean quality has always infected us, let us cherish this beautiful time of life. The beautiful blossoms of the past, let "this shore, the other shore" of our "just in time to meet". Every person has an emotional world; every poem has an unusual story. Every day, we will meet different people in "The Platform of Rush By", a greeting, an exchange, a look, a brush, meet the best you, meet the happiness. The purpose of love is to make you better, not to leave you bruised. The best love and encounter is that mutual cherishing, tolerance and achievement. If the encounter is "a tree blossom", then the encounter with you is a delicate heart flower. Cherish the surprise of unexpected encounter, but also accept the sudden parting. In the night when the moon disappeared, I came from the mountain, holding the rifle in my hand, waiting for you, I'm here, keeping in mind the mission of the bullet, Tonight, I'm on guard duty in the snow, Snowflakes drifted over my steel gun. People's life, walk in a hurry, empty bags, "traveling away from home in the moment", we realized that "can not go back to the old house", "can not go back to the hometown", and that "can not go back to the childhood". This way, we stop and go, throw and pick up, can hold in the hand of things, is very little. Father's Love", "military children" who can't see their father for many years, his wife's "tenderness with a lowered head", and his old mother's affectionate call from the village entrance "swaying with the smoke of nostalgia" left the deepest impression on the bottom of his heart, and that is the best part of the "warmth of the cycle of cause and effect" that we have encountered in our life. If you can meet a soul similar to their own, with the same height of thought, and can stand side by side with the posture of the tree confidant, that is how rare and precious, this "different meet", is bound to be mutual inner treasure.
"The years are fine, you are also well", because of the encounter, "from now on do not say goodbye". I met the blossom, also met the best you, "meet you, the rest of your life is you". Every day should be struggled, every second should be cherished, thanks to the former self, I will try to become a better self, better grasp every inch of happiness, keep the loneliness and the first heart, write every poem, walk the road of literature in the future.
Believe me, "Meeting Blossoms" is meeting happiness.
I look forward to the next encounter, the next blossom, "turn back when you are still there".
Chen Hao
June 2019 in the river city of Wuhan
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