Some time ago, the popular discussion in the US APP was "If time can be turned back, when do you want to go back?" What Do You Most Want to Do", we found an interesting comment.
@Godsee wo
If you can turn back the clock, I would most like to see the birch forest and the grassland that cannot be seen at a glance.
In the cold winter, put on my favorite leather hat and big bib neck to go to the East River Loop, sit in a carriage and my hair is small, go to the grass, listen to the sound of the car rutting and crushing the snow, "Ratzzi", under the feet is a birch forest, with a sickle to pick off the bark and superimpose it, it is used for fire. Stepping out of the birch forest is the field of sheep grass, against the ice ballast, tied down into bundles and loaded into the car, the day's work is in hand. Sitting in the car, from time to time I heard pheasants calling, rabbits, roe deer running...
Of the 478 comments that have been discussed, we find that many of them point to a reality— many of whom are nostalgic for a poetic past, an era when you can look up and see the stars.
In Heidegger's "Man Dwells Poetically", modern society is a world where only labor achievements are seen, not poetic, and people become the material of purpose.
But in the American chapter, we see a different poetic world in the life after the confusion.
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Come to the United States and say goodbye to the poetic world
Most of the time, the poetic world has not disappeared, living in the present moment, we are busy for doumi, most of the time, with our heads down to pick up sixpence on the ground, and do not see the bright moon in the night sky.
The stars are gone, the mountains and rivers are gone... I saw it in my eyes, but I didn't see it in my heart.
In the American chapter, we find a way to meet the beautiful rivers and mountains again, that is, to open the sleeping heart and truly let the scenery enter the heart.
Some choose to record this moment in poetry at the moment of seeing the sunset, the sunset is only a moment, but it is photographed, and the moment it is uploaded becomes eternal.
As the sun sets, the author of the beautiful article @ Mr. Drunken White - Wu Lizhi saw such a landscape.
The moon hangs on the end of the world to the west, and the clouds outside the sun slope mountain are low.
Looking at the ruins of the cooking smoke, waiting for the old forest to return to the bird's perch.
The author of the beautiful article @ Mr. Drunken White - Wu Lizhi
In the eyes of the American author @ Iron Bull (Li You), one side of the pond has such a landscape -
Ling Bo shook the shadow of the lotus, and the cold water crossed the cold.
The fog locks the mountains far away, and the clouds are sparse.
Author @ Iron Bull (Li Yu)
Sometimes, poetry is not how beautiful the scenery is, but to drive away the distractions in the brain, quietly indulge in the present, and beauty appears.
In the beauty chapter, we have many authors who never hesitate to share the small beauty in life.
The author of the beautiful article @ Zhuang Tianzhong stopped by the wall and quietly looked at the shadows cast on the wall. Is this a hard-working villain?
Beautiful author @ Zhuang Tianzhong
On an ordinary winter day, the author of the beautiful article @ Scorpion saw that only the last leaf on the tree was left.
Take out your camera, take a picture of the moment, and record how it feels at the moment.
"It is destined that a leaf will hang high up in the woods, wandering with the trees on a weak winter day. As long as a leaf can stay on the tree, it should not be dropped down. ”
This scene is very similar to O'Henry's "The Last Leaf".
Author of the beautiful article @ Scorpion
The azaleas on the balcony of the author @ Sissi welcome a small spotted dove.
For half a month, carefully observe the incubation of the spotted dove, photograph and record the process of the birth of life, which is the poetry of treating the change of the four seasons with heart.
There is something poetic that is born at the moment when you begin to see life seriously.
Beauty author @ Sissi
In the 70s, 80s, and 90s, we would often go to sleep with spring flowers, accompanied by summer cicadas, and waited for the arrival of snow-white winter in the autumn sunset leaves.
The poetry of nature is infused in the bones, but with the acceleration of the pace of modern life, it seems that we have bid farewell to this poetry for a long time.
In the American chapter, we see that in modern life, the past life still continues in another way.
As long as you live seriously in the moment, open the sleeping mind, poetry is omnipresent.
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Come to the United States and create a poetic world
Sometimes, poetry is a creation.
In the original mediocre things, create a beautiful mood.
The author of the beautiful article @AQiFashion is good at handicraft.
In the season when the leaves are withering, in the woods, all kinds of leaves, pine cones, pieced together, trimmed and cut, is a beautiful painting.
The author of the beautiful article @AQiFashion
Sometimes, poetry is also cherishing the objects around you.
The author of the beautiful article @ Jingyun oracle bone used a bone china bowl for a long time, accidentally broken, but there is no need to throw it immediately.
Polishing this small piece into an oval shape, and then inlaid into the small leaf rosewood, treating the objects in life with a precious attitude and bringing them back to life.
Work "Small Leaf Rosewood Bone China Inlaid Golden Rooster Independence"
Author of the beautiful article @ Jing Yun Oracle
It doesn't have to be something that can be used in the world.
The author of the beautiful article @ Xiao Qiang and cockroaches spent a few days, one needle and one thread, using walnuts to make a simple walnut mat.
Then, sit on a handmade walnut mat and read a poem, practicing words by the way. The twilight in the mountains, the sound of chickens and dogs barking, seems to be haunting the ears.
Author of the beautiful article @ Xiao Qiang and Cockroaches
Poetry is seeing something and then remembering it.
When winter falls, the author of the beautiful article @ Ziyi paints a watercolor painting of a chicken eating green insects in the spring season. The warm spring mood spreads out in the room.
Beautiful author @ Ziyi
Since 2015, the author of the beautiful article @ Terrace Spring and Autumn has spent 6 years to build a garden behind the house.
The joy of planting flowers, raising flowers, observing flowers, and growing up little by little is far better than the feeling of suddenly having a bunch of flowers.
The garden does not need to be generous or very avant-garde design, as long as you go to the heart, your own ideas can be realized is the most beautiful scenery of your own home.
Put a few bouquets of flowers in front of the window, put a romantic little table in the garden, and experience a leisurely, sunny afternoon.
Beauty author @ Terrace Spring and Autumn
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In the year of confusion, meet the romantic heart again
"The development of science and technology today is really talkative. How wonderful it is for us to sit in front of the TV and watch Saturn's rings fade away, and to speculate about what unknown planets are on the edge of the Milky Way! However, in this process, we have lost a lot of human factors. "
Writer Gore. Vader's "Love to Fly" depicts the past of the beginning of the American aviation industry. The development of science and technology and the modernization of society are amazing, but in this process, it is difficult for us to live on the earth as poetically as in the past.
Apply the world to drive out the sunset and breeze in your mind.
Sometimes, only after entering the second half of life, not being confused, breaking free from the shackles of career, and children gradually becoming independent and starting a family, can we return to life in a self-consistent manner.
In the American chapter, we see another poetic state of life after not being confused, and sometimes, they walk in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and photograph the magnificence of the next moment. Sometimes, they watched the wild ducks playing in a small garden that was deserted on all sides. Sometimes, they paint an afternoon, write a poem, paint a picture.
It is a poetic world that belongs to the unquestioned.
In the fields of american travel, photography, lifestyle, etc., they enthusiastically depict what they have seen and heard, and their bodies are still full of the style of that year, they pursue beauty, love nature, and believe that poetry will not be erased by the passage of time.
In the world of beauty, they take care of their own small garden.
In the year of confusion, meet the heart of romance again.