【诗歌随笔】Poetry, we have to write

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Poetry, we have to write
诗，不得不写
                                             
More times, it is not why we write poetry but we have to.
Everything is poetry. Sometimes the things which are neglected or depreciated by others will shine its light and they guide you to that fantasy or drunk situation. And you are just like being hypnotized to exchange the spirit with the world. Then the things to be spoken out and recalled become poems. Of course, it is not the whole and it can not be the whole. Only some of them turn into words. These little things are just like the transparent rain drops and they are sure to wet your soul. Sometimes only you yourself can understand the details, they talk to you and you just close your eyes and listen, then you will find those words that can not be spoken are the real poems. The ones which stay on the paper have the same fate as the spring leaves. when the autumn’s wind has come they will return to the dirt or become a thing again.
Poetry is useless at all, and it is quite useful as well. You mustn’t and can’t and won’t bear going into the things that deep or a little deeper. It is happy to hold those things in your heart when they come naturally. The things wash and clean themselves and the words are waiting for their destiny to be used. The water of poetry can only bury yourself alone. Life stretches its wide wings and covers the shadow of all the things in the dark night. Well poetry is even darker and it will carry you to the whole world. Past is like a verb lying on the book and it needs to walk to you on foot; the present is like an adjective in the air and it is unnecessary in everywhere. Future is like a noun in the sea and as yourself it will disappear without any trace.
  Bitterness is the blood, you’d better not let it flow out of your body. Pain will vanish eventually, to speak, to sing and to praise or to light itself reluctantly. Poetry will get into your body with its own strength. Poetry will seek the long hidden fire with its born bright eyes; poetry will kiss the cups full of drinks of life with its warm lips; poetry will breathe the sweet air with its open nose; poetry will use its ear wings to soar in the music and songs; poetry will use its soft hands to fondle the shining sun and all the things on the ground, poetry will also move forward its feet to step on the road that is seldom taken.

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写诗是一种生活方式。enjoy oneself

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