As I grew older, my sensitivity to beauty has slowed down a lot, and many poetry books are full of flowery rhetoric, but they are no longer tasteful for me, and I have read this book by accident, and I am grateful to this day.
12 lyricists, such as Su Shi who is full of flowers, Xin Qiji, who shoots the railings all over, Ouyang Xiu who has hairpins, Liu Yong, who is disliked, Li Qingzhao, who is first-class among flowers, and Zhu Shuzhen, a rebellious girl.
It's like going back thousands of years and meeting them.
Those words and auspicious feathers soaked in emotion, those optimism, affection, modesty, paranoia, those shady ripples and light and shade, or the flowers and water on the other side of the spring night. Although thousands of years have passed, the fragments of their voices are still noisy.
I saw their subtle and abundant hearts, in the cracks of the times, in the difficulties of life, under the torrent of fate, struggling and confused, courage and vulnerability, and then making difficult choices.
It is like having a thousand-year-old dream, we meet the same cloud, the same moon, fall in love with the same plum tree, the same smoke, moved by the same personality, sad for the same disappearance, nourished by the same abundance, and comforted by the same warmth.
This is the best poetry book I have read in recent years, and in the meantime, I have been fighting for the crossing, intoxicated and not knowing the way back, and 12 poets through the ages have become my old friends.
Like to light a incense stick in the middle of the night, the rising light smoke surging over in waves, in the haze is the night moon of the spring mountain, the clouds are lightly rippling, it is the swaying of the silk yarn, the mirror is divided into shadows, the sound of cicadas is swaying, the sound of birds chirping, it is the knotweed flowers reflecting the moon, and a pool of stars moving.
My heart is overflowing with the nourishment of beauty and the power of tranquility.
I know that reading such a book is nourishing.