Have long seen American poet Robert frost's work, always be he described in the pure and fresh and natural scene attract, of course, more benefit from his profound moral of the image, and clap secretly, and learn to write some frost type of poetry, but can't close to his state, just show a young doesn't know sorrow taste of frivolous. Recently, to read his work, the more general now as sorrow taste, shyly placed, but way day good autumn feeling, and my life will go to the real autumn.
Recently, and stressed his song "not passed road", it is quite a different experience. He wrote: the golden two roads diverged in a wood, regrettable I as a traveler, not two all go, I hesitated a long time, as a road ahead in the place, until it in the bushes were hidden. The poet picture for us different natural way. In fact, it is of the road of life. Nature's way have many branches off, in the road of life but is confronted with the choice, and the choice of the us, always were trapped by the dilemma, therefore, there is a miss of regret.
Because cannot both two different on the way, so, no matter how much time after, I mention always avoid a sigh. The poet's choice, the choice is passing through, also is the life of common people of choice. Just as ancient Greek philosopher become aware of: people can't be also set foot in two rivers, the performance of the western philosophy paradox, is talking with the Chinese ancient sage PAWS and fish do not have your cake and eat it, and the proposition, which show that the nature or the choice of life, often to be a one-off, irreversible.
I often think of the LingDingYang ever of the wen tianxiang that poem: hard reels from up once, only a Star Wars around, feel like is XinZhao self. I this was a farmer's son, did not see the outside of the wonderful in before the world, life is so quiet and satisfied. If no overseas reading experience, also don't have much taste, so much misery of worry. Maybe I will like like their parents, for the life in the three acres of a field points farming, show the discipling life scenes, satisfied and happy life. And the childhood every one, maybe will flower in the hope of the field.
However, all this has not mentioned again, like frost that did not pass through the road. Although experienced personnel vicissitudes of life, life will always be the collect carefully, but let us not forget for a moment, meditating in mind, but are often those who have not experienced scenery smoke, not to become a reality of personnel of sight. This is the instinct of human nature to ask new necessity, or he is often the best? Why through the ages, there will be so ChouChangBaiJie allocation of marriage, there will be right here waiting to recall, just at that time already disconsolate, beautiful disappointed and a sad sigh with regret cross-examine?
Life road, each have different track, someone to the left, someone to right; Some miles to in hand, but others because too in a hurry and firing over. We hurried pace, many times to feel is that the life and shortness of helpless; For the lift eye visible, tangible to the beautiful things, maybe because the busy work, perhaps because too many things to see, and ignore them; Wait until stretched out his hand to hold of, only to find that those good things, has slipped away.
So, when I saw the girl in DaoNian silently alone: a meteor across the sky, I missed the wish; The splashes on a rock, I missed the blessing; A story only speak again, I missed the listening; A life go only once, I will miss? I have in mind for her pray silently.
I will accompany her to read haruki murakami's most books, listen to his afternoon sunshine sound like: everyone has his own of a forest, maybe we never been there, but it has always been there, always there; Lost people lost, cross will meet, even if is your most you love, your heart there is a piece of you can't get to the forest.
That's the mystery and village up the spring tree heart longing for Norway forest, also is the heart of every man to forest, just the forest long in thine heart, and thus could not be reached. When you are human disturbance, to think of the forest, maybe you will ambiguously see it as the moon between loose, clear spring stone upper reaches, washing your heart in the little stains. At that time, will you still because it cannot reach and regret?
Thus, I think of that year in lushan experience. When climb to the top, left, right, will not wait until the moment of seen bright.find, therefore, cannot leave behind the lushan mountain in silhouette, this is I and lushan beauty brush past of regret. But, in my heart, always have not disappeared a better meet, that is my silent heart and lushan meeting.
Like frost in the poem to reveal the image of: I go article 2, it is not bad, and perhaps more worthwhile. Life can not be missed, miss, ability can have a surge of the will of the life, will have new pursuing, new options, create new image, this should be a poet left a beneficial enlightenment it.
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