Neruda said that when the gorgeous leaves are gone, the veins of life are only visible.
Life without verses is numb and pale.
If nature is born in poetry, then we should naturally live in poetry, live in poetry, pursue love in poetry, and resist injustice in poetry. The final ending seems to tell us that all those who initially wanted to change the world with innocence and poetic heart will inevitably end up throwing themselves into the rain of political bullets.
Poetic life does not mean that I can be achieved by reading a few poems a day. In fact, reading poems, especially foreign poems, rarely touches me. Poetic life may lie in a free mentality. Taking a walk and observing your own life not only means being close to nature, but also representing a happy state of mind, a mood that is detached from everyday things.
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