I said with a hippie smile: " That Xiaofei, you have to be very careful, I heard others say that nine out of ten poets are crazy, and one is on the way to madness, you have to be careful, be careful that your brain is broken, anyway, although Haizi wrote that facing the sea and the spring flowers are blooming, but then it was not a suicide by lying on the rails, because the reason why poets became poets is precisely because they can look beyond the real living space that is busy for reality, and ask questions about the vulgar and boring secular life. So I feel like poets are crazy. They are full of passion and nuanced and delicate emotions that ordinary people do not have, so at least, the poets have schizophrenic tendencies. An emotion that is not surprising to ordinary people is extremely exaggerated to poets. An event that is not surprising to ordinary people can enrich the poet's feelings to the point of bitterness or anger. So don't be busy writing poems every day, if there is really something wrong with your brain, there is no mental hospital in ancient times, only I can help you heal it. “

Xiao Fei said disappreciatively: " How is it possible, you are too worried, they have problems, mainly because they have problems with emotional intelligence, and then they have poor survival ability, and they can't integrate well into society, and it just so happens that they are poets, even if it's like you said, anyway, I'm usually crazy, if you often write poetry, but you can be negative, maybe the more you write, the more normal it is, but through me writing poetry, I feel that the world is really beautiful, full of poetry, full of infinite vitality, full of warmth, full of tenderness. In fact, poetry has never died. It is only temporarily asleep, and people talk about it, and those who have passed it down from generation to generation are those fine poems, and those who have died are those poems that have not stood the baptism and test of time and time. Therefore, as a modern society, we should learn from these ancient people, learn from their words and sentences, learn poetry tirelessly, write poetry, read slowly, read calmly, let us read poetry and write poetry together, let us get out of the fragmented reading of fast food culture, let us all read poetry together, write poetry, let our impetuous souls calm down, let us precipitate our complicated thoughts, let us tear off the false mask of pretentiousness that we have to wear during the day, let our hearts return to the heart itself, let poetry serve as a bridge between reality and ideals, between body and soul, let our soul and soul dialogue, let us read poetryWhen writing poetry, say goodbye to the world, say goodbye to hypocrisy, say goodbye to cozy, return to the true nature of life, return to the depths of the soul, in fact, the poet is not a madman at all, the poet's sensitive, delicate, soft, amorous, and delicate heart is actually the most sincere expression of the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature. The flesh without poetry is the walking dead, and an era without poetry is an unsound age. Therefore, we should all read and write poems, enrich the monotonous life, make the mediocre life wonderful, and give the ordinary years romance—"

Xiao Fei said in an uproar, I didn't want to stop at all, and I wanted to chatter endlessly, I couldn't wait to say: "Oh, don't talk nonsense, hurry up, talk about your works, although I haven't written any modern poetry, but the basic level of appreciation is still there, don't be grinding, I'm sorry, hurry up and tell me about it, otherwise I'm not interested in listening to you talk about theories, there are a lot of books to write, it feels like chicken soup for the soul, and I get a lot of goosebumps when I hear it." ”

Xiao Fei said thoughtfully: "Okay, let's start with a long poem, because life is like a dream, a dream is like life, I wish my life without regrets, and death without regrets, so I wrote this "Life", which is also the first long poem in my life, your luck is really good." He read affectionately, with affection: "Life is a thick book, with you and me in the dense text." Life is a beautiful little poem, and there are you and me in the catchy poems. Life is a beautiful musical score, and there are you and me in the dancing notes. Life is a rushing river valley, with you and me in the ups and downs. Everyone's life is not the same, but the result is necessarily the same, and it is never possible to leave the earth alive. Life is a dark tone, because the dust will eventually return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth, and life will not lack colorful embellishments, because there is also love and love. There is only one life, like an arrow off the string, which can never be turned back, like a broken boat, there is never a way back. Like a rushing river, you can never turn back, life can not be wasted, dreams and hopes are the wings of life, but what takes root under your feet is life, life can not be without ideals, the ideal of life is to chase the ideal life, but to be with the people you love, do everything you love to do. Watch the sun rise and fall in the west, look at the sea, the tide rises and falls, watch the stars flicker and darken, watch the garden flowers bloom and fall, look at the blue sky, the white flowing clouds floating by, look at the green lawn, the red flowers blooming one by one, look at the green stream, the dragonflies that stand alone, look at the yellow dog tail grass, chase the naughty butterflies, see all the beautiful scenery on the earth, the Milky Way, the universe, listen to all the beautiful sounds on the earth, the Milky Way, the universe, eat all the delicious food on the earth, the Milky Way, the universe, and do all the sweet dreams on the earth, the Milky Way, and the universe。 ”

I shook my head and said, " Oops, this one is not well written, it's really bad, endless, verbose, the key is too long, where is the poem so long, it feels like writing prose, and you write life, how can you not write any struggle, dreams, just write love love, eat and drink, where life is just love, or change it to prose, but although it is generally written, it is not easy to see you write so many words, my next urban love can leave a free publication for you. ”

Xiao Fei muttered: "What do you know, in fact, life is a very long life, so naturally I have to write a little longer, and then there is no requirement for the length of the poem, okay, I won't argue with you, good men don't fight with women, then I'll talk about the next one." "The Past That Can't Go Back" - Open the yellowed photo, where the past that can't be returned, open the old diary, where the past can't be returned. Open the dusty memories, where the past is locked and cannot be returned. There are green faces, dilapidated brick houses, and bluestone alleys, disappearing and quietly gone. I want to remember, as if I forget. You can only touch it in the photo, you can only feel it in the diary, you can only recall it in the memory, there is a past that you can't go back to. Let out a few sighs, leave a few sighs, and scatter a few strings of tears to the past that you can't go back to. In fact, memories will never fade, they will only be sealed in the depths of your mind, and the past that you can't go back to will always be there, storming your heart from time to time, leaving you with nowhere to go, and letting you go back to the past that you can't go back to. ”

I thought for a moment, and involuntarily said: "This song is still reluctant, some artistic conception, some hazy, hazy moon, hazy birds, hazy flowers." Xiao Fei received some praise from me, and said happily: "I wrote the next poem for three days and three nights, meditating and thinking about it, you have to comment on it, I feel good about myself, affectionate, tender like water." I said disapprerovingly, "Don't you always feel good about yourself?" Without further ado, let's talk about it. ”

Xiao Fei smiled and said, "The title of this song is called "I Love You"——

I love your innocent and innocent eyes, like a deer, I want to become a forest and let it chase me.

I love your long, curved eyebrows, like two willow leaves, so I want to turn into a spring breeze and blow it.

I love your graceful and agile figure, like a gust of wind, I want to become a valley, keep it,

I love your slender and slender legs, I want two shallots, I want to put them in the water, let them float,

I love your undulating body, like a wave, I want to become the sea, let it surge,

I love your rosy and closed lips, like a cherry, I want to become a treetop, feel the temperature,

I love your beautiful and amorous soul, like a crescent moon, so I want to become the sky, night and night,

With my deep and quiet soul, complement each other, embrace it, and follow it into dreams.

I want to hug you, like the breeze hugging the valley, like the thin clouds hugging the bright moon, like the water hugging the rocks,

I really want to fall in love with you, just like the mountains love the lake, the blue sky loves the white clouds, the sky loves the earth, always together, never separated. ”

I was full of praise and said, "Well, it seems to be pretty good, by the way, according to what you wrote, I also had an idea, and I had a song, how about you take a look?"

I love your eyes looking through the autumn water, so bright, so blurred, like a deep spring,

I love your high and straight chest, so heavy, so powerful, like a mountain,

I love your lips that smile before you say a word, so ruddy, so bright, like a glass of spirits,

I love your radiant eyebrows, so calm, so resolute, like a sharp sword,

I love your beautiful skin, so smooth, so fair, like a piece of clotted fat,

I love your pleasing big hands, so slender, so warm, like a flame,

I love your beating heart, so tender, so affectionate, like a moon,

I love your soul like no other, so deep, so unique, just like myself,

So I love you like the breeze loves the valley, like the sky loves the earth, like the red flower loves the green tree, different from each other, but they are closely attached to each other and never give up. ”

Xiao Fei said disapprerovingly: "It's not written on my model, it's not creative, naturally it's my better, but I'm a poet, you better write hard, don't compete with me for your dreams." ”

Xiao Fei said happily: "By the way, I also have a more meaningful poem here, I like it very much, what do you think?" "Lights" is silent late at night, empty, light rain, ticking and ticking, I am alone, wandering on the road, fluttering and flickering, like a ghost, like a ghost, like a ghost, like a zombie, I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'm going. Suddenly look up, look at the lights in the distance, misty, twinkling, like the stars in the night sky, flickering bright and dark, flickering near and far, suddenly feel so kind, so warm, because there is always such a light, orange like the sun, in the wind and rain, bright for me, waiting for me. ”

I was full of praise and said, "This is good, concise and to the point, but it is so well written, did you copy it from someone else?" ”

Xiao Fei Zhenzhen said: "Then you go to Baidu to search and see if you can find it, it is all my sincerity, and the gold and stone are open, and suddenly the inspiration came." ”

I had an idea and said: "It's natural that you have written it yourself for hundreds of years, let me improvise the proposition, and you can play it on the spot, so that you can see your skills, whether you dare to challenge it, and see if you really write well." ”

Xiao Fei said disapprenously: "This is a bit difficult, but who am I, Xiao Fei, I'm not afraid, but it's a piece of cake, you can let the horse come." ”

I thoughtfully said, "By the way, then you can make "Cocktail", because I like to drink this kind of wine in modern society, it feels more delicious, and the colors are also colorful, just like our colorful life. ”

Xiao Fei thought for a while, and said with a fluttering eyebrow: " Gorgeous like a bewitching queen, glamorous like a fox, gorgeous like a lady, colorful like a flower, gorgeous like a rainbow, blue like the sky, yellow like a fallen leaf, green like a forest, red like the morning glow, white like a snowflake, colorful cocktails, unpredictable cocktails, push the cup to help the lamp, hook the soul, intoxicating, muddy, only to find that in the crystal cup, back and forth, stirring, that is not wine, that is the dancing spirit, that is the colorful wine fairy. ”

I nodded slightly and said: "Yes, colorful, real and illusory, color is empty, empty is color, everything is fantasy, red dust comes and goes, people are a flower and a world, you are a wine and a world, then I will give you a difficult topic "Children". "When we rode past the farmhouse on a tall horse, I suddenly saw a cute, innocent, natural and romantic child, so I said with great interest.

Xiao Fei said with an embarrassed face: " It's a bit difficult, but I already have it, a broken cardboard box is his kingdom, a rotten iron bucket is his castle, a plastic bowl is his armor, a piece of tin foil is his armor, an old chopsticks is his sword, a wooden stool is his warhorse, an apple can start a war, a smile can buy a peace, he is Napoleon, he is Don Quixote, he is Julius Caesar, he is everything, everything he wants to be, because he has endless imagination, diligent curiosity, endless curiosity, and the growth power to conquer the world。 ”

We were about to continue the discussion with relish, when Hu Jiaojiao, who was close at hand, couldn't help but say: "What are you muttering and muttering, what wheels are broken, if the wheels are broken, they will be repaired, and if they can't be repaired, they will simply throw them away, what are you doing with them." "We had no choice but to stop whispering, talk and laugh together, and gallop in the direction of Tibet.