The ancestors wrote poems about resonance for a while, hoping to attract more empathy, the happier they were. Now when writing poems and talking about Mongolia, it doesn't matter if the poet understands it or not, the key is to make the reader understand it first.
Everyone in the world thinks that they don't seem to understand it, so there has never been a shortage of people who pretend to be gods and ghosts in our Chinese history to come to the world to deceive the world and steal their reputation. Modern poets and poets have learned to write poems by half a fortune teller or by learning to dance the gods. In the words of the common people, it is "pretending to be garlic", and the "garlic" should be "counted", and the "garlic" should be scolded because of hatred.
The more brilliant people in history are, the more lonely they are, so they try to write as clearly as possible for the text and poetry. For example, the Book of Changes, thousands of years have passed, and you can still understand it when you read it**. And now can you understand a poem or two? often gives people the feeling that crazy people are talking to themselves, and if they are really crazy, it's just that, but they are pretending, and most of them are not good at learning, and they also come to pretend to be angry. Therefore, today's poetry is often disgusting.
In a dream last night, a well-known modern poet and poet, holding a grasshopper in his hand, went to Xichuan and asked Zhuge : "Is it dead or alive?" Zhuge said: "Don't come to this set, we're tired of playing for a long time, and we know that we can't do it." Of course, Mr. Zhuge knew that the grasshopper must be alive, but as soon as he said it, it would definitely be dead.
So the poet went to Mount Tai again to ask Confucius, and Confucius said: "You always ask endlessly, and the road down the mountain is very good." When the poet saw that the old master ignored him, he went to the valley to intercept him.
Lao Tzu smiled: "My cow knows this kind of problem, let him tell you." Then he picked the cow's buttocks, and the cow said, "Wow! Lao Tzu asked, "Do you understand what the cow said?" The modern poet nodded his head again and again. Lao Tzu sighed: Modern poets are really awesome.
But Li Kui didn't understand, Luda asked better, and Wu Song was so anxious that he pulled his long hair. Zhen Kansai came over, "I can guess!" Song Jiang was not happy when he heard it, "Ahhhh My eldest brother has covered his hat and hasn't spoken, and my third brother is useless and hasn't given an acceptance speech! You're a big-tailed wolf who sells meat and water. ”
Song Zhusi was talking vigorously, the curtain was lifted, and she turned over from the outside to come in Pan Xiaolian girl, Wan Fu said, "Second brother, will you let my little Xixi talk about it, the slave family really wants to hear it!" After saying that, the apricot eyes closed and put his mouth at the lamp three times.
Song Zhusi was secretly happy in his heart, but his big face still sank, "Since my brother and sister are pleading, I think you brothers are also eager to know, then, Zhen Pork, you can talk about it!" ”
Zhen Guanxi hugged his fists, "Second brothers, brothers, to know whether the grasshopper in the poet's hand is dead or alive, it is very simple, but in order to prevent the poet from cheating, you need to cut off the poet's hand first." ”
When the brothers heard this, "Da Ran also! ”
When the poet saw "Mom, this time I want to play off!" His face was like ashes, his body was like sifting chaff, he rushed forward to kneel, his trembling left hand held his right hand, and his palm was flat, "Grandpa, live!" ”
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