Where are the poems and the distance?

This is a well-known sentence on the Internet, from the song "Life is more than the immediate Gou" sung by Xu Wei, I think the reason why this sentence will be hot is precisely to hit the modern people chasing fame and fortune in reality, and the helplessness of being in the red dust world.

Recently I was reading a book "Jiang Xun Says Song Ci", and to be honest, I was shocked by the beauty of Song Ci, and the one who left a deep impression on me was Li Yu, the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty. As a king, Li Hou lord's merits in the long river of history are not worth mentioning, but as a lyricist, he is a brilliant star in the starry sky of Chinese culture! He made the songs that originally belonged to the pawns of the peddlers suddenly become tools used by the scholars to relieve the feelings of life. Those craftsmen never thought that the various words they sang could become so deep and delicate, and the artistic conception was far-reaching!

Lord Li Hou was a loser of the war, it can be said that the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and he himself changed from a king to a prisoner of the enemy country. However, the irony is that this experience has sublimated his work from the earlier Gu Ying's narcissistic, disease-free moaning voice to a poignant and delicate classic of ancient singing!

For example, this more familiar Qingping music "Don't come to the spring half, it is shocking and sad." The falling plums were like snow blowing around and the body was still full. The goose has no evidence, the road is far away from the dream, the hatred is just like the spring grass, and the farther is still alive. "Whisked up and full" is a very grounded usage, it can be said that it is a popular song-style sentence, the petals fall down and fall all over the body, in Tang poetry you will never see this kind of sentence, this is a very vernacular depiction. And "away from hatred is just like spring grass", this kind of hatred that leaves the hometown and leaves the homeland, this hatred in the heart, just like the grass in the spring, "the farther and farther to live", the farther you go, the more dense it grows. How many stacks of twos, twos, and twos are stacked from "the wild geese have no evidence" to the "farther and farther to live"? These stacks show the obstacles and difficulties in their fate, the feeling of walking and stopping, although the specific rhythm of the word cards is not known to us today, but we can still feel its twists and the characteristics of the stacking in the text.

Therefore, reading poetry can make us wander in the distant places of ancient and modern China and abroad, and the imaginary distance can also transform beautiful verses, and I think this is a reason for the soul to live quietly in this bustling and impetuous world.