Rule 018: He must count the drops himself

Suddenly I thought of poetry, especially women's poetry. In this season when autumn is not long and winter is coming, and it is still a little hot and a little cold, women's poems, looking back and recalling, are intertwined with the cold and warm of the climate into a nondescript text coat to drape, which is also a rare beauty. I want to think of her first, the poem by Dickinson, the American poetess known as "Sister Emmerst," whose name I have lost, because it is a poem that men should see and think about:

"I gave myself to him

at the expense of acquiring him

A solemn contract of life

And so it becomes legal

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I am willing to give, purple in the vasculature

Relive that hour of life

But he had to do it himself, counting the drops

That's the price of every stain I have."

I lost the title, but also left the content, and I didn't lose the bottle, and I left the mellow strong wine, how incredible.

I am also in the solemn contract of life. If it weren't legal, and I was so different from her, could she still raise this home for me that she didn't love very much, even if she complained and regretted it? I didn't even spend much time with her, and every time she needed me to warm the bed, I turned the lamp on her back and made my 'ghost hall'. Early in the morning, she went for a run alone, and the one who had a sweet dream was obviously her husband, not only did she not give a precious lingering when she got up in the morning, but she also had to wait until she bought vegetables and vegetables after morning exercise and came back to make breakfast before getting up to wash.

Such days are not a day or two, but twenty years!

Relive the old dream, what you want is to be able to take it to heart bit by bit, if you stay together for a long time, it will blur the difference between each other, and you don't have to worry about anything.

Only if they don't get along for too long, and each other's waiting is too short to hang on to the swaddling clothes of memory, and even only "that hour" will care about the limited few drops so much, even if they are stagnant in the tumor of memory, they are unwilling to cut them off.

He must! Calculate it himself! If he wants to change the color of what is in reality, then add a sense of color. Feelings are a universal coating. It is also the cheapest expensive cosmetics.

One side has a number of drops, but the other side has a silver white?

What needs to be cherished is not these physical objects with vibrations and wavelengths, but priceless treasures that cannot be weighed by a balance. It's a little bit of it, and it's a little bit of it.

Alive, as long as I have you in my life, not once, but always have, I am willing to let my dream wake up, promise you a normal relationship that you have never forced, a contract, legal, all the relationships that should be, I want to break your fingers, you also break my fingers, bit by bit, live our legal, but also reasonable little life.

It's not that I can't, as long as I think about it, it's just that I'm too paranoid, and although she waits behind me every time I turn around, I still rarely look back.

Because I have more than one poem in my heart, and if there was only this one, I would have lived our little life in peace.

Shu Ting said in [The Law of the Human Heart] that it is worth dying for a flower, it is worth dying for protest, it is worth being silent for a word, and it is worth being silent for not betraying. But, remember: there is no stronger protest, the bravest honesty, than to live and speak.

[Maybe] (Shu Ting)

- Answering a reader's loneliness

Maybe it's on our minds

There are always no readers

Maybe the path started wrong

The result is still wrong

Maybe we'll light lanterns one by one

and were blown out one by one by a strong wind

Maybe burn out the life candle to others

But there was no heating fire around

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Maybe the tears flowed

The land is more fertile

Maybe we sing about the sun

It is also sung by the sun

Maybe the heavier it is on the shoulders

The more majestic the faith

Maybe cry out for a qiē suffering

Silence over personal misfortunes

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Maybe

Due to the irresistible call

We have no other choice

Yes, "due to the irresistible call, we have no other choice" Early on, Dong got the ideal is not just two words, that is the field led by the king, that is the soil, that is the wood, that is the heart and eyes.

A very small part of what you see in your eyes is yourself.

I always have my eyes on the future, and I rarely care about the weight on my shoulders, as long as I can hold on. I have left 15 copies of my songs here; I think that there are eight great leaps in life, and when the time comes, I will break through the design of the spring moth and "go out of our world" to a broader world, if I just want to live a small life, there is no need to take this step; I came out, "because what I want to sing is one side, the great hope of the Chinese nation, not just to be a sad only son." People talk a lot about the individual, but when I shed tears for my father, I still had on my cheeks, the "great consciousness" necessary for the "masses", and then after fifteen years of honing and accumulating a unique intelligence power, if I didn't spit out words and lead, all my previous efforts would be in vain.

Therefore, Shu Ting's poem has always touched my heart. "Perhaps the heavier the shoulders, the more majestic the faith. Such a sentence seems to have been written specifically for me.

"A person who is enlightened, what kind of mission he has in his past and present lives, he himself knows very well, and no one can influence his decision. "Including himself. That's what I said.

I already have readers, although it is a few; the road has been wrong since the beginning, the intelligence power is too hasty, and it is still wrong, the source of intelligence has wasted too much precious time; I am strong, but I have also shed too many tears, and I have no other choice!

- Come on, go on! for the irresistible call!

- But is it possible to divide the boundless loneliness into several carriages and carry them east to west, south to north, to wife, children, mother and sister?

In 1958, at the age of 18, she was admitted to Taiwan Normal University and began to publish poetry, and was highly valued by the famous poet Yu Guangzhong, calling her "the most beloved daughter of the muse". This "Remember" is a representative of her later poems:

"What if

If you have said a word to me that is true

I wake up in the morning

I remember it

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The young years

Simple things

If you say a sentence that is shallow and deep, the clouds are flying and the snow is falling

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Concern is to ask

And sometimes

The concern is

ignore

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If there is no news

Like the quiet sea after a shipwreck

Actually, it is

Quietly remember

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If it's at the end of summer

The beginning of autumn

Wrote a vague word or twice

Allusion to that accident

It's like an accidental rain - and remember. ”

I remember Rongzi's "Homesickness in Late Autumn": "Who said that the moon is full in autumn, and the festival is full of incompleteness, and every time the west wind walks by, it always hurts the string of my homesickness." ”

I still remember that Fei Yong commented on Qionghong's poem "Remember" in the first issue of "Masterpiece Appreciation" in 1988, and there is a passage that attracts me: "The demeanor of the poem is so calm, so quiet, and it seems to be unskillful, but what makes people feel is the roundness of the penmanship, the lightness of the understanding, and the timelessness of the meaning." In particular, the poet has a kind of rich feminine sensibility, even if he writes philosophy, he is still a little lingering, a little wet, and still observes and understands with the heart of a woman, so that the philosophy obtained is not like some male poets, with a cold and strict demeanor, but full of warmth and sadness......"

In my feelings, if it is to emphasize reasoning, even if it is philosophical, it is no longer poetry. Poetry is reasonable, but reasoning is also for lyricism, talking about the feelings that come out of reason.

The wetting of a chaste girl is not only for girls. I can't forget her other song "If You Think with Fire", which I have included in "The Stone of the Mountain".

I cherish the atmosphere of this poem even more, the quiet state of mind. People who are too rational will deliberately memorize, which is not valuable.

You don't have to memorize it, you don't have to forget it on purpose, and you don't have the intention to find the trajectory of the bird after it flies.

It is consciously or unintentionally, not deep or shallow, and naturally remembered. There is no need to have the heart to recall, it is between knowing and not knowing, feeling and not knowing, asking and not asking, it is natural to have it, this is Qionghong's memory.

These memories are not deep, they are not very blunt, they are ordinary, plain, gently, happened to write them down, and slightly, I remembered them.

A person as obsessed with summoning as Shu Ting would not remember like this, nor would Sister Ammerst's deliberate devotion to the number of drops.

It's like when we come to the pen to read a book, whether it's a few hundred words, or tens of millions www.biquge.info of words, billions of words, just read it, forget it, but there will always be some, whether it's a sentence or not, whether it's a wisp, whether it's a little bit by bit, like clouds and snow falling, like accidental rain, like the quiet sea after a shipwreck, let us quietly remember, can we have a heart or no intention, let us reminisce, whether there is enlightenment or not, as long as there is a memory, it is enough.

These three poems are not able to be interpreted by the saying that "poetry has three realms", the physical context, the situation and the artistic conception are not important in them, I think they all focus on the context. Context, into the language of the heart, there is no need to bypass the physical environment, situation and artistic conception, as long as you come, you will go straight to the heart.

This is the volume of "Thinking and Deleting", which is the most undemanding text, and it is almost ten o'clock, and the office is going to be closed again, and it is useless to be nostalgic for Shen Zhou, because it is no longer illegal to stay in the office when it is outdated. Just record a good poem as a farewell:

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Author: Shu Ting

I leaned out of the balcony and watched

You walk through the bustling and densely branched paths

Wait! Are you going a long way?

I hurried down and stopped in front of you

"Are you afraid?"

I silently turn the button on your chest

Yes, I'm afraid

But I don't tell you why

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We walked along the tranquil river bay

The night is emotional and relaxing

I'll take you by the arm and wander around the embankment

Go around one osmanthus tree after another

"Are you happy?"

I raised my face and the stars swarmed towards me

Yes, happy

But I don't tell you why

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You bend over your desk

I saw a few lines of crappy little poems

I put away my paper with a flushed face

You solemnly and cordially bless me:

"You're in love. ”

I sighed quietly

Yes, love

But I don't tell you who he is

1980.10

Notes from early May 1988.