It is expected that there is no trace of time, how can the dock be like smoke?
——Reading Shao Jianhua's "Spring Wharf".
Signed writer of Young Writers Network: Chen Caihe.
Spring, gone and here We, come and go No need to think about it Farewell means the end The years will not grow old Our lives go on Far from the time to say goodbye So, don't say goodbye" This is a poem written on the title page of "The Dock of Spring". This book is suitable for slow reading, the poet Shao Jianhua has been polished over the years, and he has realized the value of existence, and the tip of the pen naturally reveals the true feelings of his heart...
The past is like smoke, and the years are without a trace. The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected. We comb through our memories and trace the time of the past, how many times do we know how many times the peach blossoms are red in our dreams? We have our own worries and sorrows, as well as our own dreams and hopes. As in "The Mill of Years": "The years are like a millstone from spring to summer, from autumn to winter....It's only after we go through the pain of being broken that we will be reborn and become what we want. "Time is like a knife to kill pigs, we always want to escape from the years. "The Hurt of the Years" wrote: "When you go into winter, don't hesitate Every time you look back, it is a hurt to the years The quiet beauty of autumn is worth nostalgia The warm sun of winter is also worth looking forward to" The years sometimes make people hesitate, make people hesitate, and even doubt whether they want to be the same. "I am a bag of years" gives us light: "I am a bag of years, but I am always greedy, I want to keep everything for myself, everything in the past will never be, everything is now a new beginning, empty myself, wait cleanly, I believe that the next departure will have a better reason." ”
Life is like a ship. We skimmed the scenery along the way, forgetting where we were, forgetting where we were going. We have walked through one platform after another, but we have not seen the end of life. As it is written in "Life is a Boat": "The sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers Everything in the world will change The sea will become a mulberry field The so-called eternity is just our wishful thinking Everything we get will lose our success, love, and even dignity..."Life is a ship that moves forward from birth, and we can't change the outcome, we can only change the course and direction."
If you don't change your mind, the sun will come. When we get older, we find that we become sentimental. A handshake, a smile, or even a look back will burn in your heart. As "Infatuation Does Not Change" wrote: "Blown by the wind, still blooming after the rain Forgotten by spring, still growing silently in autumn Washed away by the water, still looking at each other across the river on the other side Missed by me, still wandering freely in dreams Along the way, don't try to change what to wade in the water, meet the mountains and climb the mountain Many of the past will be at a certain intersection in the future, waiting for you to change your face, but the infatuation is still no longer confused, use your favorite way Be kind to your past Don't dwell on the so-called meaning behind you, the wind and rain have passed in front of you, The sun will come".
I read the whole book carefully, and my heart was surging, and I couldn't help but exhale: "Fireworks in the world, thousands of favors." "I savor it carefully, "The Years Chapter" is like the rising sun in the morning, "Life Chapter" is like the stars in the night sky, and "Emotions Chapter" is like a bowl of hot glutinous rice cakes in winter. I can't help but want to write a poem "Outside the Window": I get up early and open the curtains and wipe my misty eyes. Suddenly, I saw a ginkgo biloba outside the window, which was shockingly beautiful. It is expected that there is no trace of time, how can the dock be like smoke? It turns out that she has always been outside my window, but I have not seen her until today.
About the Author:Chen Caihe, senior teacher of primary and secondary schools, excellent class teacher of Yichun City; Contracted writer of Young Writers Network, he loves writing, his work style is fresh and handsome, and he advocates that "composition is life, and teaching is love"; He served as the editor-in-chief of "Xuehai Paradise"; He has been published many times in "Jiangxi Education" and "Primary and Secondary Education"; He has published more than 80 articles in "Jiangxi News", "Civilized Jiangxi", "Yichun**", "Ganxi Weekly", "Young Writers Network", etc.