Intern Accompanying Angel Dream 10 Goat Nosed Angel 1
Miss Yulu took out the steamed buns." If you don't eat, you'll pretend to be silly. You guys can run." I have to solve the problem of the people's livelihood first. Aiyo, it's so fragrant. I didn't expect to see the filling in one bite and taste it in two bites. Hahaha. "Don't be jealous, hahaha." At this moment, the goat-nosed male angel ran over and sat on the ground, panting. Miss Xiaoying also chased after him."What, you're not running anymore?" The goat-nosed male angel tore off his mask."Aiyo, I'm not playing anymore. Alright? I've got to show my face again-" Is it really Brother Ah Hong? No, it should be updated to a sheep-nosed male angel, right? Long time no see-"" Fifteen years-in a flash-I recognized you as soon as you entered the elevator, hahaha-"" Oh-Miss Xiaoying, this goat-nosed male angel is my grandfather's disciple, Brother Ah Hong; Oh, oh, Brother Ah Hong, Miss Xiaoying is an intern in pediatrics with me. Hehe, I saw the two of you chasing after each other. Your white clothes fluttered in the wind. I thought of a pair of mandarin ducks and butterflies. Hahaha, Brother Liang even met Zhu Yingtai. "Hahaha," the goat-nosed male angel continued."Hehe, although a famous flower has a master, a hoe is the most heartless. "Hahaha.""Then I'm the old man of the pagoda tree." Miss Yulu joined in the fun. " The beauty is a rose. I wanted to pick flowers and was stabbed by her." It's really hard to change one's nature.”"I'm not afraid of roses, as long as they don't leak oil! Hahaha."" Alright, don't say it out of turn. Tell me about yourself, Goat Nosed Angel. But I'm sure you didn't leak any oil. That's awesome. Today, he had already been given an iron rice bowl. Look, Miss Xiaoying and I are still interning. We're really inferior!”"Sigh, no matter how sarcastic or sarcastic you two are, I have to tell you solemnly: What was this called? Anger produces poets, marshals, great men, masters, and angels. Anger drives us ordinary people to achieve extraordinary achievements.”The two girls were confused. This goat-nosed male angel was clearly excited. His words poured down like a torrent. He talked like a waterfall, flowing down endlessly. About the origin of the poet's anger:
Wang Fuzhi, a poet of the Qing Dynasty, wrote the poem "Plum Blossom": The bottom of the matter is that the soul of the flower is more fleeting, forcing people to think about poetry.
Lu Xun's "Qie Jie Ting Essay Two Sets of Nongtang Business Ancient and Modern Talks": First, I only heard the sound of drums and cymbals and iron chains. I was about to make surrealist poetry, so my poetry was lost.
Song Dynasty poet Fang Hui's "Thoughts on Poetry": Looking out at the barren mountains in the wild, the poem is sad in the drizzle. Willing to make a word vulgar, has been a hundred years of poor. The skin of the sick is wrinkled, and the food in the kitchen is empty due to cold. Rong Kui alone what matter, deliberately to people red.
There was a record about Zheng Xu, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty in Ancient and Modern Poetry Notes: Prime Minister Xu was good at poetry... or: Has Prime Minister recently written new poetry? Shi Si replied: Shi Si in Baqiao snow donkey back. How did you get this? Zheng Xu's answer here involved a question related to the poet's creative psychology-poetic thinking. The so-called poetic thought referred to the poet's unique state of mind and emotions when writing poetry. It was roughly equivalent to the passion and inspiration of creation today. Indeed, no matter how brilliant a poet was, he could not write poems just because he wanted to. Instead, he had to have a state of mind that nurtured poems and emotions that gave birth to poems.
Anger makes the poet, this point of view; Similar to this, there were also sayings such as expressing emotions with anger, crying out when injustice was wrong, and poetry being poor before it was finished. They were all reasonable. How can a poet write poetry under these circumstances? This was because the poet's anger, injustice, frustration, dissatisfaction, and other psychological thoughts were usually produced under social oppression, life blows, life setbacks, and other situations. At this time, his feelings and experiences were often particularly real, his emotions were often particularly strong, and his emotions were often particularly excited. At this time, he would have an uncontrollable desire and impulse to write. He would jump and want to say something, but he would not be happy if he did not speak. The works created in this way naturally had a touching artistic power.
Shi Si was not limited to anger and feelings of injustice. After carefully studying Tang poetry, Yan Yu of the Southern Song Dynasty came to the conclusion that the good poems of the Tang Dynasty were mostly works of conquest, exile, travel, and parting, which could often move and stimulate people's hearts. People would usually feel extremely sorrowful, troubled, and depressed when they were in the process of garrison, migration, travel, and separation. They would also become very sentimental and feel that there were too many things to say, so it was easy to form and accumulate poetic thoughts. Moreover, it was the same when people were in a state of joy, joy, and happiness.
A poet's writing is, of course, the result of his constant observation, experience, contemplation, and refinement with a prepared mind. But more importantly, it should be said that he had gained too many feelings in his long-term social life and various complicated environments, and that he had only acted after a long time of brewing. In a certain sense, the poet's action of picking up his pen to write poetry was actually an involuntary action, and it was all due to his last resort.
Li Bai's 100 poems about wine competition had always been passed down as a beautiful tale. However, if Li Bai's life had been smooth sailing, if he had not been ostracized and attacked by the group of people, if he had not been suppressed and unable to stand out in politics, if he had not been depressed and depressed, let alone drinking a hundred buckets of wine and not writing a hundred poems, it would have been difficult for him to write a single poem even if he had drunk a hundred buckets of wine! Looking at Du Fu, Han Yu, Liu Yuxi, Li Shangyin, Su Shi, Lu You, Li Qingzhao, Wen Tianxiang, Gao Qi and other outstanding poets, which one of them was not unlucky? Who hasn't tasted the bitterness of life? The bumpy road of their lives, the hardships and misfortunes they experienced undoubtedly stored rich and profound poetic thoughts for their poetry creation. It was no coincidence that they could all write some excellent works that were praised by others.
If a poet lacked poetic thoughts but insisted on thinking hard to compose poems, he would not be able to recite anything good. In history, there were some bards who searched their hearts, sat in a city of sorrow, sang endlessly at night, and sang bitterly about the sorrows of ghosts and gods, but in the end, they did not write any works worth mentioning. The reason was very clear. It was precisely because of this that some poets would rather stop writing than moan when they lacked poetic thoughts or when they lacked poetic thoughts! Xin Wenfang's Biography of Tang Talented Scholars records that Cui Hao traveled to Wuchang, climbed the Yellow Crane Tower and wrote poems with emotion. When Li Bai came, he said: There is a scene in front of me, but I can't find it. Cui Hao wrote a poem on it. Leaving without doing anything…Li Bai was a talented poet, and with his talent, it was not a problem for him to compose one or even a few poems in a short period of time. Why did he retract his hands? It was not that they were intimidated by the beautiful poems that others had already written. The main thing was that he did not know enough about Yellow Crane Tower and did not have a deep feeling. He did not have much emotion in his heart that could be expressed in poetry, which was to say, he lacked poetic thoughts. Since the inner motivation to write was insufficient, it was better not to write than to force it together. This was the place where this giant of poetry was superior to ordinary people.
It was important to note that poetry was not equal to poetry. In order to turn the poetic thoughts into poetry, he still needed some kind of catalyst. This catalyst could be a moon, a gust of wind, or a cloud, a flower, a wisp of fragrance, or a leaf. It could be the raging waves of rivers and seas. It could be the mountains, the fields, the birds, and the beasts. It could also be the dancing birds, the singing birds, and the laughter…Once the poet's stored poetic thoughts were touched by something, the gate of his soul would immediately open. The torrent of emotions would immediately surge out, and inspiration would come in an instant. All kinds of long and short poems would rush out from the bottom of the pen. There might even be a situation where he could find everything without any effort. Therefore, from a certain point of view, when a poet wrote a poem and what kind of poem he wrote was uncertain and unpredictable. Writing a poem was an accidental activity. Xie Zhen, a man of the Ming Dynasty, said: "The Book of Songs contains the secrets of heaven. It is written when it is written and touched by things. Even if you search hard in seclusion, it is not easy to get it." This was not without reason. Of course, no matter what, this kind of accidental creation was determined by necessity. For example, in the 1920s, Guo Moruo wrote "Phoenix Nirvana" and Wen Yiduo wrote "Dead Water", both of which had some kind of coincidence. However, if it were not for the patriotic passion in their hearts and the fact that they treated their motherland as lovers day and night, it would be impossible for such a passionate poem to be born. All the emotions of a poet were poetic thoughts. Without poetic thoughts, even the most brilliant poet would be helpless! Who would dare to swear an oath to the heavens? His teeth were about to shatter, and his liver was about to crack. Since ancient times, the poet of anger has been singing all the way, seeking thousands of miles and seeking thousands of miles. Huge waves that could reach the sky rose up in the wind. His spirit penetrated the rainbow, and his strength pulled down Mount Tai.
The goat-nosed male angel suddenly chanted again,"
There were many joys and sorrows in the human world, as well as many sorrows. On the long road of life, life was bumpy. The hope in my heart, even if the journey is dangerous and the road is winding. He was not afraid of the path of the pass being filled with thorns and thorns. He worked hard for it, and his efforts would eventually be rewarded. Only after experiencing the storms of the human world did one understand the true meaning of life. The dream was so far from reality that it made people cry. It was difficult to distinguish between right and wrong in the human world, true and false, good and evil. My heart is full of emotion. How much sorrow can I ask you? Like a river flowing eastward in spring.
" The source of strength," Yulu commented." It's the transformation of anger into another emotion. But things are not absolute and cannot be treated in the same way.”" Hahaha!" The two of them burst into laughter. "Why?" "It's not advisable!" "The reason?" "Hahaha, the children don't have to study anymore-"”"Go and be angry!" "We don't have to go to work anymore?" "Why?" "Hehe, as long as the country pays wages, we will be angry too!”"In this case, farmers don't have to grow food?”"What do you want to eat?" "Eat your anger! Hahaha!"" Soldiers don't have to guard the borders of the motherland anymore. Hahaha!"
The goat-nosed male angel was very calm."You don't know the hunger of the hungry. As the saying goes,"When others sit in a sedan chair, we ride a donkey." You don't know how to ride a donkey." Although he was not handsome, his words were convincing.
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