After reading the note full of flowers, I feel that I don't like poetry, and I haven't had much patience to read poetry.
However, when I first saw Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree, I fell in love with this poem. I always knew that poetry was beautiful, but I really realized the beauty of poetry from this song.
I remember meeting this poem. Near the final exam, one afternoon after school, I stayed alone in the classroom to warm my books and suddenly felt a little bored. Suddenly, I saw Xi Murong's anthology lying on my deskmate's desk. I picked it up and flipped through it and saw this poem. Reading this poem, a beautiful picture suddenly appeared in my mind?
A man slowly approached a cherry tree, which was full of pink cherry blossoms. It was very beautiful. However, the man didn't stop under the cherry tree. When the man walked past the cherry tree, a gust of wind blew, and the petals danced gently in the air and fell slowly, as if with a sigh.
After reading this poem, my heart is no longer impetuous, which breeds an unspeakable feeling. I realized the subtle sadness hidden in the poem. Experience a woman's silent love for her sweetheart. Women want men to see her and notice her, but in the end they can't realize this wish. Sad and beautiful, even my own thoughts will be unconsciously drawn by this poem, and there is a feeling of being there.
Although Xi Murong said: This is a love poem I wrote to nature. I met a flowering tree at the scene of my life, and I was making a sound for it. ? However, I think there is no standard answer to the interpretation of poetry, and everyone can have their own opinions. After all? A thousand spectators have a thousand small villages?
A note full of flowers feels 500 words after reading it. A small bookmark carries my every dream. It has witnessed every growth of mine. In those glorious years, it accompanied me through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, but left every new expectation and every new goal. It is full of my childhood dreams. Have different feelings.
I used to think that becoming an astronaut was my dream. Walk in space, roam the universe. Everything is so dreamy. So I began to learn about new things in the universe crazily. I read everything I don't know. When I read a popular science book. I put it in my page. Yes, I haven't opened it since. Never saw that little bookmark again. When I accidentally opened it, it was covered with dust. The bookmark shook out of the book. I stare blankly at the bookmark, which seems to tell me: No, this is not your dream. Did you leave it behind? Me? Bookmark is a dream that you once thought about. Dust is not dissatisfied with books, but with your forgotten dreams. I didn't know that until now. I have forgotten this dream. I started another dream!
I dream that one day I can be a fashion designer and see others wearing my shiny clothes. I will be very happy. So the trend magazine became a book in my heart. I put a small bookmark in it, but I never thought of it again. Learning occupies my heart, and I have no time to take care of my dreams. Only when I rummaged through the books in the cupboard did I see the little bookmark again. It still lies there quietly.
Since then, I have never forgotten it. I started using it frequently. It has become a part of my life.
Bookmarks have a light pink border and three lines of light blue fine print? Let books fill your world and open your heart. Don't forget the past. Grab your eyes?
Small bookmark. I spent a little childhood with me, leaving a little memory. It is common, but it carries my every dream.
Small bookmark. Let your dreams sail!