我與詩

林杞權(quán)

我與詩
林杞權(quán)

     最近心情很平靜，只想將看到的一草一木、風(fēng)雨雷電寫成詩，用真摯的感情傾訴晨曦到夕陽、白天到黑夜那些有規(guī)律、無規(guī)律的現(xiàn)象。
    人生是一次跋涉，不管是千山萬水，還是風(fēng)霜雪雨，沿途都有美麗的風(fēng)景、凋零的滄桑。
人生也是一場聚散，有相遇的美麗，也有別離的憂傷。
     撿拾半生，迷惘落葉滿地，感受世態(tài)炎涼，形成了今天的心境，小心翼翼地想記錄下來，讓文字去追求一種情理交融的雅致語言，并在抒情中融進(jìn)理性思辨，在詩寫中透露一些深刻哲理。
     人生有很多無奈，花兒怒放，偏偏風(fēng)雨大作；秋景迷人，恰恰寒氣臨近。好心去做的事情，往往不被理解；熱忱地投入，結(jié)局卻是悲催。有時(shí)懷疑人生，有時(shí)卻坦然面對(duì)上天的不公。
     隨著筆耕不輟，漸漸懂得包容世界，世界也向我敞開懷抱；懂得真誠接納，冷漠也化作柔情。
     歲月的美在于流逝，花開花落間，光陰沉淀了年少輕狂、中年的迷惘。一路風(fēng)雨前行，幸好文字陪伴，偶爾有憂傷，也生出淡淡的幸福。將生活寫成詩歌，淺唱在時(shí)光中，即便不優(yōu)美，也有美好的心態(tài)。
      不知不覺，在詩寫中，或許心境上的提升才是我真正意義上的收獲。人生有太多的痛苦與無奈，也有太多的東西無法割舍。但是昨天總會(huì)過去，明天總要到來。唯有淡薄與知足，人生才能活得瀟灑，活得快樂。
     我依然望向遠(yuǎn)方，攜著詩翻越高山，告別孤獨(dú)迷茫，在文字的世界漂泊流浪，詩會(huì)是心璀璨的篝火，指引我穿越?jīng)坝康娜巳?，去發(fā)現(xiàn)人生的短長。

Me and Poetry
Lin Qiquan

Recently the mood is very calm, just want to see every plant, wind and rain thunder and lightning into a poem, with sincere feelings to pour out the regular and irregular phenomena from dawn to sunset, day to night.
Life is a trek, whether it is thousands of mountains and rivers, or wind, frost, snow and rain, there are beautiful scenery and withering vicissitudes along the way.
Life is also a gathering and breaking up, with the beauty of meeting and the sadness of parting.
Pick up half of his life, lost and full of leaves, feel the coolness of the world, form today's state of mind, carefully want to record it, let the text pursue an elegant language with emotion and reason, and integrate rational thinking in lyric, reveal some profound philosophy in poetry writing.
There are a lot of helplessness in life, the flowers are in full bloom, but the wind and rain is in full bloom; the autumn scenery is charming, and the cold is just around the corner. What is done with good intentions is often not understood; if you devote yourself enthusiastically, the end result is miserable. Sometimes I doubt life, but sometimes I face God's injustice calmly.
With the continuous writing, gradually know how to tolerate the world, the world also opened its arms to me; know how to sincerely accept, indifference also turned into tenderness.
The beauty of the years lies in the passage of time, when the flowers bloom and fall, the time precipitates the confusion of young and frivolous, middle-aged. All the way through the wind and rain, fortunately, accompanied by words, occasionally sad, but also gave birth to a touch of happiness. Write life into a poem, sing shallowly in time, even if it is not beautiful, there is a good state of mind.
Unconsciously, in the poetry writing, perhaps the improvement of the state of mind is my real harvest. There is too much pain and helplessness in life, and there are too many things to give up. But yesterday will always pass and tomorrow will come. Only with indifference and contentment can life be chic and happy.
I still look into the distance, carrying the poem over the mountains, saying goodbye to loneliness and confusion, wandering in the world of words, poetry will be a bright bonfire, guiding me through the surging crowd, to find the short and long of life.