第1个回答 2011-11-18
Art and Life
Childhood, I just beat the waves at the beach by a sand children, the sea had not given my literary talent, Muse has not used her hand stroked me. Growing up, I left home in the sea. A bookstore in the city, my first contact with so many books. Once I extracted from the array of bookcases in a book of poetry, emblazoned with the introduction to Tagore: "Use your hands money to buy a book of poetry it, it will make your heart happy like a bird, free to fly into the infinite emptiness. "just looked at, I treasure to buy it. From Tagore led me into a colorful world. I fell in love with poetry, as I have a deep fascination with it, like the vast ocean.
I first discovered the charm of poetry as bright as the sun. The poem out of the bold optimism of Li Bai, Du Fu, a deep melancholy, elegant and graceful style Qingzhao ... they use a different pen to show me the world of all things. Gradually, I read a sincere Wang Guozhen, Shu Ting's fine, heard more than one deep; I Shelley, Pushkin friends, a taste of the bright world Shiyuan. Slowly, I found a poem that they have not do without. Poetry with its invisible hand always pull my heartstrings, moving the music aside, I mesmerizing. So in the classroom, I know the Poet from the mouth that the teacher "night to give me a black eye, but I use it to look for light," the yearning; in extra-curricular me chanting, into that "south to lotus, lotus Yehe Tian Tian "the mood. I really feel like Tagore put it, like a happy bird, flying freely in infinite ethereal being.
Read many poems, I can not help harboring a dream, with my poem gently pull the literary hall door. Every time when I am obsessed with playing with others to explore the beauty of all things; when lighted and extinguished, I was alone in the lamp to build a verse, and makes the pen out of the birds singing, flowers blooming, grass growing ... ... to use their own pens to write a heart song, and all things with joy. Whenever I put poems by mail, the waiting has become part of my life. While most came to nothing, but think of River country really "frustrated, you sing a song; trouble, you write a poem, because life is always beautiful", that is, my chest on the unusually open up. Occasionally see their text into a stereotype of the word, it was moved to nights sleep well. Although no cheers, but the temple of literature, I am the door is slowly opened, the Muses smiled at me, my tender poetry Shoen my literary dreams.
I am obsessed with poetry, engrossed in writing poetry. Which is a trekking verse only flying butterflies, take me to the beautiful colorful gardens; that song after another like a poem and fireflies, "issued a faint light, but it will save the bright light . "
Never become attached with the Muse, I have no regrets.黑，正确的
第2个回答 2011-11-18
Art and Life
Childhood, I just beat the waves at the beach by a sand children, the sea had not given my literary talent, Muse has not used her hand stroked me. Growing up, I left home in the sea. A bookstore in the city, my first contact with so many books. Once I extracted from the array of bookcases in a book of poetry, emblazoned with the introduction to Tagore: "Use your hands money to buy a book of poetry it, it will make your heart happy like a bird, free to fly into the infinite emptiness. "just looked at, I treasure to buy it. From Tagore led me into a colorful world. I fell in love with poetry, as I have a deep fascination with it, like the vast ocean.
I first discovered the charm of poetry as bright as the sun. The poem out of the bold optimism of Li Bai, Du Fu, a deep melancholy, elegant and graceful style Qingzhao ... they use a different pen to show me the world of all things. Gradually, I read a sincere Wang Guozhen, Shu Ting's fine, heard more than one deep; I Shelley, Pushkin friends, a taste of the bright world Shiyuan. Slowly, I found a poem that they have not do without. Poetry with its invisible hand always pull my heartstrings, moving the music aside, I mesmerizing. So in the classroom, I know the Poet from the mouth that the teacher "night to give me a black eye, but I use it to look for light," the yearning; in extra-curricular me chanting, into that "south to lotus, lotus Yehe Tian Tian "the mood. I really feel like Tagore put it, like a happy bird, flying freely in infinite ethereal being.
Read many poems, I can not help harboring a dream, with my poem gently pull the literary hall door. Every time when I am obsessed with playing with others to explore the beauty of all things; when lighted and extinguished, I was alone in the lamp to build a verse, and makes the pen out of the birds singing, flowers blooming, grass growing ... ... to use their own pens to write a heart song, and all things with joy. Whenever I put poems by mail, the waiting has become part of my life. While most came to nothing, but think of River country really "frustrated, you sing a song; trouble, you write a poem, because life is always beautiful", that is, my chest on the unusually open up. Occasionally see their text into a stereotype of the word, it was moved to nights sleep well. Although no cheers, but the temple of literature, I am the door is slowly opened, the Muses smiled at me, my tender poetry Shoen my literary dreams.
I am obsessed with poetry, engrossed in writing poetry. Which is a trekking verse only flying butterflies, take me to the beautiful colorful gardens; that song after another like a poem and fireflies, "issued a faint light, but it will save the bright light . "
Never become attached with the Muse, I have no regrets.
第3个回答 2011-11-18
Art and life
The youth I just a wave at the beach by the children take sand, and the sea have not given me the literary talent, not use her hands MUSES touch me. Grow up, I left the hometown of the sea. In the city in a bookstore, my first contact with so many books.One time, I from the wide variety of bookcase took a book of poems,With the introduction of the above;Use your hands money to buy a book of poems right, it will make your heart happy like a bird, fly in the infinite of emptiness
第4个回答 2011-11-18
art and life
第5个回答 2011-11-18
art and life
When I was just a shot in the waves of love & child, the sea has not entrusted with my literary talent, Mousika never used her hand touched me. After growing up, I left my hometown sea. In the bookshop, my first exposure to so many books. On one occasion, I from a superb collection of beautiful things of the bookcase take a Book of poems, printed in Tagore's introduction:" using your own money to buy a book, it can make your heart happy as a bird, flying freely in the infinite emptiness." Just look, I was like a bolt from the blue to buy it. Then Tagore took me into a colorful world. I was fascinated by the poem, as I love the deep and vast sea.
I first discovered the poetic charm as the sunshine so bright. The poem out of the positive BOLD Li Bai, deep blue Du Fu, subtle Qingli Li Qingzhao ... ... They use a different style pen showed me a world of things. Gradually I read Wang Guozhen's sincere, Shu Ting, Wen Yiduo and profound; me and Shelley, Pushkin's friends, enjoy the world garden of bright. Slowly, I find myself has been inseparable from the poem. The poetry of its invisible hand always pulled my heartstrings, allocate moving chords, make I delude one to folly. So in the classroom, I from teacher mouth knew of Gu Cheng that" dark night give me black eyes, but I use it to seek the light " aspire; in extra-curricular chanting, into the" Jiangnan can lotus, lotus leaves Mr Tian-tian" of artistic conception. I really feel like Tagore said that like a happy bird, fly in the infinite void take one's ease.
Read many poems, but I cherish a dream, in my poem gently pulled literature Palace gate. Whenever someone playing when I bent to explore all the beauty; when the lamps and candles of a myriad families out, I was alone in the light of a thin build, point out the song of the birds, flowers blooming, grass growth ... ... Your pen to write the song of my heart with joy, and all. When I put the manuscript after waiting for the mail, became a part of my life. Although most no echo, but the thought of Jiang Guozhen's" frustrated, singing a song; when trouble, I write a poem. Because life is beautiful" this sentence, my chest is unusually open up. Occasionally seen in their own words into printed words, then moved to a few nights sleep well. Although no applause, but I feel literature palace is slowly opened, Mousika goddess smile to me, my little poetry circle of my literary dream.
I love to read poetry, addicted to poetry. The lines of verse is a flying butterflies, took me to a beautiful colorful garden; the poem is like a firefly," issued a faint light, but saved up will be the bright light".
Will and Mousika met, I have no regrets.