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When listening to the lecture of poet Yang Xiuli in Putu, I began to write down, thinking of the “gift” written by Polish poet mivosh: such a happy day/fog dispersed early in the morning, I am working in the garden …… now I want to say: at such a happy moment, I sit quietly listening to the poet Yang Xiuli sharing the poetic spirit in the city life. She has a moving posture and a splendid expression, gentle and calm. From the decomposition of the word “city” to her ideal city, and then back to Chongming, where she was born and grew up, she saw deep feelings every word, thinking of her old father and the green shade of that year, she still moistens her tired life. Facing this city full of indifference and alienation, she breathes with poetry and finds the eyes of her heart. Now her poetic feelings have come from “Mulberry love” to “amber garden of the city”, which is of vital importance to a poet. To understand her own past, she should open a new future, only by constantly broadening your spiritual vision can you face the lonely lamp of life more bravely, which is also a magnificent turn. She talked about the need of reminding of the spirit of poetry in an era where cities are increasingly full of fickleness, blindness, luxury, anxiety, vulgarity, falsehood, following the trend and so on. And quote Romain Rolland’s words to prove my own idea: the light of the sun is not enough, and there must be the light of the soul. I am deeply touched and deeply believed. As for the city spirit, she dared to discuss with Mr. Lu Xun. Taking the book of songs as an example, the Book of Songs presents the content and spirit of city poetry in many places, such as Shang song. When it comes to 25 references to Chinese people (citizens) in the Book of Songs, it is very important. Where is the starting point of the city and where is the starting point of the city’s poetry spirit? This question is very valuable. There is certainly a tradition of landscape and pastoral in China. As time goes by today, we can’t just lament that the pastoral will be useless, but also think quietly about why cities make life better when history develops to today? She had a clear understanding of the development of poetry. She also mentioned that the breakthrough of the May 4th new literature started from poetry, and then prose and novels. This is not only because she is familiar with literature history, but also because of the spirit she has been thinking about, constantly exploring and discovering the law of literature development and the light of soul, let your writing reflect the texture of literature and the light of thoughts all the time. Frankly speaking, before that, although I had heard that poet Ruyu and novelist song Hainian appreciated her a lot, and recommended this avant-garde and traditional female poet to me, I didn’t realize it was good when I got the book “The heartbeat of Snow Mountain” a few days ago. I even thought it was not her real level. Until this day, I shared some of her poems about the city, “the girl in the Subway”, “December, the existence of a collection of poems and advertising paper”, there is also her representative work “literature museum of traditional Chinese medicine: the afternoon of outpatient service or a prescription”, which is recognized by everyone. I began to look at her with new eyes. I focused on literature for two or ten years, and both love and hate were in literature, the poet Zhai Yongming jumped out of my heart at that moment. If Zhai Yongming had been exploring the darkness and confusion, gloom and depression in women’s hearts, then Yang Xiuli was exploring the pain and warmth in women’s hearts. This night, I read this song “literature museum of traditional Chinese medicine: the afternoon of outpatient service or a prescription” repeatedly, and even associated with simposka, “Everything is silent like a fan, it is not so important for a subject to be included in poetry. What matters is whether you can always find poetry from this dancing world. I began to agree with teacher song Hainian’s praise for her. She went through the so-called rural petty bourgeois feelings and the narcissism and self-righteousness of moaning without illness, and directly reached the texture of literature. Just like the writer Zhao Lihong’s comments on her: her poems are fresh, elegant and profound, and the images are rich but not complex. She expressed her inner feelings, but she did not leave the familiar life soil……. This inspired me a lot, not deliberately seeking for change, but I have lived in this city for nearly 15 years, can I find poetry and beauty with my hurried steps and tired eyes? Just like her song “These flat trucks lined up”, do we look at the symbols of these cities with poetic eyes? Rodin said: The world is not lack of beauty, but lack of eyes to discover beauty. At this time, I came to say: The world is not lack of poetry, but lack of soul to perceive poetry. Facing the great pressure of the world, we must be honest. Our hearts are gradually oppressed by life. However, only with the guidance of poetry can our hearts have a wonderful rise. Ye Jiaying said: The biggest advantage of learning classical poetry is to let the soul die. I think the same is true for modern poetry. We don’t have to be poets, but we can’t lose the poetry of life. Goethe said: Eternal women lead us to rise. This afternoon, I want to say that poetic Yang Xiuli leads us through the loneliness and loneliness of the city with poetic feelings, and feels the beauty and warmth of life. She also talked about the nobleness of spirit, the nobleness of poetry, and the Russian poet zvitayeva. Just last night, I specially looked at those great poets in the Silver Age: Brock, umilov, Akhmatova, Pasternak, Mandel Stam, zvitayeva, mayakov, and Ye saining. We often say how hard, difficult and painful we have been for literature. Please take a look at the misfortunes suffered by these great souls. We may drift, be sleepy, be confused and sad, but have you ever thought that this is somewhat melodramatic? Akhmatova is honored as the moon of Russian poetry. After suffering from the misfortune of personal life and the persecution of social life, she still firmly sang her own “Serenade” and became an eternal moon in the poetry circle. The value of Yang Xiuli lies in that she keeps the passion of life and praise for life in the indifferent and alienated city in this era of fame, wealth and power, and soberly undertakes the mission of a poet, she is a literary and artistic worker, and her literary creation is also a Explorer and treacherous person of human soul. She talked about how to keep and possess a pair of poetic eyes, which can be said to be the epigram that we can practice: persist in accumulation, keep sensitive, and win great freedom after being tied by ourselves, learn to deal with your boredom and weakness. I hear he relished. At that time, I wrote down the following sentences to her conveniently: The beauty of beauty of beauty of beauty of beauty of beauty of beauty of beauty of beauty of beauty of language like colored glaze after a period of struggling years the life presented is loud and clear from the love of mulberry to the moment the heart presents the light of amber the beauty of tranquility reveals stretch and high-the prescription soothes the cold of our long night. All the writings are looking for the light of the soul. On December 10th, because the sky in the poetry city is pure and bright, just listen to you quietly. Your voice is already an interactive link in heaven, I expressed my superficial understanding of poetry and my inner gratitude. This afternoon was my first power to listen to poetry in more than ten years of living in this city. She said that the spirit of poetry is a kind of humanistic idealism, not only romantic thoughts, but also an ideal and noble dream …… not only inheriting the cultural genes of the Chinese nation, it is also a kind of love and reflection for reality and for the future. At last, she encouraged every friend sitting here to walk on her own life steadfastly and diligently with a poetic heart by using “everything” written by poet Beidao and “facing the sea, spring blossoms” written by poet Haizi. What makes me feel particularly happy is that Ms. Yang Xiuli gave me her poetry collection “The city is like an amber Garden”, I believe that I will follow this collection of poems to carefully look at the city where I have lived for more than ten years, sort out my literary path, and then firmly and clearly use poetry to find the light of my heart. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Education

Education is a career that needs passion, but now, our life is often enveloped by deep tiredness. Going out early and returning late, wearing stars and moon, a kind of tiredness came day after day unexpectedly in a cold morning, which made the hurried steps seem sluggish; The late night lights eulogized by people gradually lost their brilliance, it enriches others’ life, but also makes us question the meaning of our monotonous life. Continuing a passion requires faith. Faith was once our motto in the garden of our life, learning from high school as a teacher and being a fan. Life supported by faith showed a vivid face, those trivial troubles have the same power with all the joy felt in education, which makes people feel annoyed and delighted when recalling. However, daily life will gradually wear the luster of belief, and people who live for the purpose will often be denied by the purpose. In a life with faith, goals are always higher than reality, so we often have to bear loss. When what we expect does not always appear as scheduled, tiredness comes quietly and passion does not exist. This is the current situation of education. This is the inevitable psychological state of our career. Education under a psychological background of tiredness shows the atmosphere of late autumn, lacking of life Gas. Education, the internal motivation of creating people’s career, is dispelled, and the aesthetic feeling of the education process itself is also dispelled. At the same time, the life meaning of practitioners is also dispelled. Education activities dominated by tiredness become the stylized behavior of being a monk hitting a clock one day. The Living communication between life and life is blocked, and the passionate dream becomes dull. Therefore, I had to find new stimulation points outside education; Tourism. Photography. Calligraphy. Tea. Playing ball games, playing cards and so on, the real life suddenly shows more outstanding colors than dreams. But on a rainy night, we felt tired again. The scenery of every place seemed to be the same. The world of images was just like life, and the highest realm of calligraphy was as unfathomable as teaching, tired as fog, it’s coming again, making people disappointed and I’m very tired. Then, why am I tired? Isn’t a person who can finally walk in his dream happy? Or, my original dream was a fake dream. In fact, what I wanted most in my childhood was not to be a teacher or the atmosphere of standing on the platform? Why do our ideals always seem so great when we were young but become so small when we grow up? Why can our eyes pass through the universe in childhood, but when we grow up, we can only look at our toes with our heads lowered? Why did we stand in front of our parents and teachers with our hands behind our backs when we were young, but when we grew up, we became speechless, even ashamed to mention it? Why did our ideals deteriorate? Why do we grow up and live without faith? Because what we accept is a kind of heroic education. What is our ideal? Why is the bigger our goal, the easier it is to give up? Why can’t we have an ideal more suitable for our inner needs? We are often ashamed because our ideals are not ambitious enough. We like to be a doctor but feel ashamed that our ideals are not angels in white, we like to be a worker but we are sad that our ideal is not an engineer. We like singing but must say that I want to be a singer? If being a teacher becomes a dream, then we will easily feel tired. Isn’t it? Because we are living for a purpose. I only hope that I am an ordinary and happy doctor, a nurse in a white coat, and a worker who likes machines, he is a person who will sing a song by watching a tree or a lamp beside him on his way home at dusk. If one does not live for purpose, life will show all its exquisiteness in front of us. Enjoy the process is enough. Purpose will not give us passion, only the process is refreshing. Giving students a smile is to build a spiritual communication channel; Telling a joke is to make life relaxed and beautiful. If I have some time, then I will have a meal with my students. It doesn’t matter if we talk happily or have nothing to say, because I believe I like the process of being with students, and students will also enjoy the joy of getting along with each other. Passion revived inch by inch. Teachers regain their lives because they regain their faith. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…