《盲区》
生活没有太多的诗情画意
更多的就像农民的耕田种地
有的是辛苦与劳作
年复一年,周而复始
生活处处充斥着诗意的盲区
但诗意,却在生活的
荒凉之境,像一簇细微的藤蔓
在顽强的爬升
因为,诗也是一粒种子
是生命对生命的关照与描绘
它也是种子对它的关照者的
播种,施肥与浇水
诗,是生命记录生命的符号
是生命描绘生命的轨迹
是一种生命形态
与另一种生命形态的交汇与共生
生活没有太多的诗情画意
更多的就像农民的耕田种地
有的是辛苦与劳作
年复一年,周而复始
生活处处充斥着诗意的盲区
但诗意,却在生活的
荒凉之境,像一簇细微的藤蔓
在顽强的爬升
因为,诗也是一粒种子
是生命对生命的关照与描绘
它也是种子对它的关照者的
播种,施肥与浇水
诗,是生命记录生命的符号
是生命描绘生命的轨迹
是一种生命形态
与另一种生命形态的交汇与共生
《盲区》生活没有诗情画意,诗情画意是旁观者的观赏和描述。它就像农民种地,有的是辛苦与劳作。是农人顶着烈日年复一年的耕田与播种,是一轮又一轮的采摘收割与施肥浇水。生活中,处处充斥着诗意的盲区。但诗意,却在生活的荒凉之境顽强的爬升。因为诗也是一粒种子,是生命对生命的关照与描绘。也是生命对关照者的播种施肥与浇水。诗,是生命记录生命的符号,是生命描绘生命的轨迹。是一种生命形态与另一种生命形态的对话与关切。是两种生命的交汇与共生。
【Blind Zone】life is not poetic, but poetic is the spectator's viewing and description. It's like farmers farming, with plenty of hard work and toil. It's farmers plowing and sowing in the hot sun year after year, and it's round after round of picking, harvesting, fertilizing and watering. Life is full of poetic blind spots. But poetry, however, climbed tenaciously in the desolation of life. Because poetry is also a seed, which is the care and description of life. It is also life's sowing, fertilizing and watering for caregivers. Poetry is the symbol of life recording life, and the track of life depicting life. It is the dialogue and concern between one life form and another. It is the intersection and symbiosis of two kinds of life.
【Blind Zone】life is not poetic, but poetic is the spectator's viewing and description. It's like farmers farming, with plenty of hard work and toil. It's farmers plowing and sowing in the hot sun year after year, and it's round after round of picking, harvesting, fertilizing and watering. Life is full of poetic blind spots. But poetry, however, climbed tenaciously in the desolation of life. Because poetry is also a seed, which is the care and description of life. It is also life's sowing, fertilizing and watering for caregivers. Poetry is the symbol of life recording life, and the track of life depicting life. It is the dialogue and concern between one life form and another. It is the intersection and symbiosis of two kinds of life.
这一块地在半坡下面,出路很不好,车到不了地头,农作物都是一袋一袋扛上去。
前几年曾劝我妈不要种了,让它就此荒着。
我妈告诉我说农民不种地种啥,一辈子不都是这样过来的吗。
我说那就种点好收的农作物吧。
后来就一茬芝麻一茬油菜,虽然还是一捆一捆的往坡上扛,但相对玉米来说没有那么重。
今年因为种了三遍芝麻都没出,又不舍得地闲着,就补种了玉米。
国庆前和我妈说收的时候一定要告诉我一声,我回来帮忙。
今天下午临时回去,结果老俩在地里已经掰了一大半了,一袋袋沉甸甸的玉米,被两个快七十岁的老人一步一步扛到坡上。
看着他们的背影,既生气又心疼,更多的是自责。
前几年曾劝我妈不要种了,让它就此荒着。
我妈告诉我说农民不种地种啥,一辈子不都是这样过来的吗。
我说那就种点好收的农作物吧。
后来就一茬芝麻一茬油菜,虽然还是一捆一捆的往坡上扛,但相对玉米来说没有那么重。
今年因为种了三遍芝麻都没出,又不舍得地闲着,就补种了玉米。
国庆前和我妈说收的时候一定要告诉我一声,我回来帮忙。
今天下午临时回去,结果老俩在地里已经掰了一大半了,一袋袋沉甸甸的玉米,被两个快七十岁的老人一步一步扛到坡上。
看着他们的背影,既生气又心疼,更多的是自责。
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