Happiness

By coincidence, I happened to come across this story that begins on Christmas Eve during Christmas. So, this lonely Christmas became special because of this story. I like this article very much, I think it is very innovative and unique. After reading the long review from Apple classmates, I also felt itchy. Since we can't write a novel, let's enjoy ourselves by writing a review. This article touched me a lot. Sometimes it touched my flesh, sometimes it touched my senses, and sometimes it touched my heart. The author said, the soft place in my heart. This review is about those beautiful little poems in the article. Really, when it comes to poetry, I lose a few of my teeth. It seems that talking about poetry is only a matter of the last century. It seems that when talking about poetry, it seems to be very literary. And literature and art seem to be often used as a derogatory term these days? Everything is just like, after reading the author's article and walking to the place where the clouds are moving and the springs are flowing, those beautiful little poems will flow out naturally, just like whistling when you are in a good mood, just like smiling when you see an old friend after a long absence, so naturally and without artificiality, giving people the most appropriate and instinctive touch. The farther away poetry is from us, the more people reject it and the more serious it seems to be. In fact, I think poetry is a very comfortable way of expression, as natural and mellow as singing folk songs. I will quote a few short poems in the article below and taste them again. I really don't dare to comment. —— One of the selected poems: time, I want to play a game with you. If I don't move, you won't move either, okay? If you don't say anything, I'll take it seriously. But why, as soon as I opened my eyes, the night turned into day. (It's all done by hand, and my fingers suddenly felt like they were dancing) —— Really, it is just such a simple few lines, without any unfamiliar or difficult words. However, my first feeling when I saw it can only be described as amazing. Time, I want to play a game with you. This is such a wonderful idea, but those who have read the full text know that the context of this passage is a very soothing and even sentimental one. Yuxing and Qiuqiu get along better and better, but the deadline is getting closer and closer. Time is ruthless like a judge, but I also want to play a game with you. The questioner is a barrister who is good at arguing in court, but he speaks in such a simple tone at this moment. I believe that if there really is a master of time, he would stop and listen in the midst of his busy schedule. What game are you playing? If I don't move, you won't move either, okay? If he were a barrister, his tone would still be pure and simple, even more childish. If you just take this sentence out, you may think it is a kindergarten child giving a childish speech, or a primary school student standing on the podium to perform his latest composition for everyone, because only children have such a simple but strange imagination, and only a child's heart can give everything such beautiful wings and fly so high. So why did the barrister, who had long since passed his childhood, think so. I believe that Judge Time's interest must be even stronger. Then stop and observe, and see that in the torrent of time, there is a man and a woman walking hand in hand, with smiles on their faces, but their feet cannot survive the direction of the torrent. However, the torrent rushed them to an inflection point where they were about to separate. Judge Time, can you bear it? If you don't say anything, I'll take it seriously. At first glance, this sentence seems to be a bit naughty of a child, but after reading it twice, I just feel that it is a child's complete trust in others. If you don't say anything, I'll take it seriously. Have you ever said this to your ragdoll or pet when you were a child? When we grow up, every email we write has to receive an automatic return receipt to feel at ease. All trust and freedom are taken away by the increasingly neurotic work pace. However, apart from trust, it also brings with it the helplessness and helplessness of adults. Maybe Judge Time is also helpless. The last sentence is the highlight, but it is also the most poignant. Like a sharply polished ice blade, it flies out and leaves scars. Why, as soon as I opened my eyes, the night turned into day. Judge Time, how can you bear to see such a result? Suddenly I thought of the plot in A Chinese Ghost Story. When dawn comes, Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen are separated from each other for two lifetimes. As I write this, I can't help but let out a sigh. I know that I am too sentimental. This is originally a happy story. I can only say that the author is very utilitarian, and one can feel the meaning in just a few words. —— Poetry selection two: Snowflakes hit the car window one by one. I don't know if there were any injuries. I thought, Let the happiness last until you leave. However, The thought of you leaving, The happy mood is no longer there. Send you away, I'll send you away again, But I gradually became addicted to saying goodbye and didn't want to wake up. —— Some people may say that this is not poetry at all. Poetry should be like the night gave me black eyes, or I fell on the ground behind you. Of course, everyone is familiar with these classic modern poems. It's okay if you don't regard these few paragraphs as poetry, but I believe that at least you will say that these few sentences are beautiful. Have you ever had such a feeling? After watching a TV series, you will have deep feelings for the episodes in it, and you can't help but recommend it to your friends. However, your friends have not watched the plot at all and after listening to it, they just said perfunctorily that it was okay. I was a little sad at that time. Perhaps these little poems also have such characteristics. People who have read the story will definitely feel that they are touched by these little poems. This section is Yuxing and Qiuqiu's inner monologue when they were sitting on the bus after returning from the Snow Paradise. Snowflakes were falling outside. I originally thought the separation was the Spring Equinox, but I found out that the separation could be every tomorrow. I can really feel the fear. Therefore, Yuxing hopes that every day of Qiuqiu's life can be regarded as a farewell. He thought he would introduce this encounter satisfactorily, but found that he was gradually immersed in the farewell and could not extricate himself. How does that sentence come to be said, I have to say goodbye after a long journey. I believe that something like this must have happened in ancient times. We saw each other off one way, and then another. I thought that one more trip would make me feel at ease, but in the end, the more we were given away, the more I couldn't bear the pain of separation. Maybe something like this exists now, but there are more rigid regulations on transportation, which kills such a romance. However, modern people can definitely find their own way of romance. In fact, my favorite part of this passage is the first sentence - the snowflakes hit the car window one by one, and I don't know if they were injured. This sentence may not have a specific meaning, it is just a simple sentence Yuxing said when he was leaning against the car window. However, words are often like this, the more transparent they are, the more intriguing they are. Everyone has probably seen this scene of snowflakes hitting the car window, but, but, I really admire the author for being able to come up with such a beautiful soliloquy - I wonder if he was injured. The puppies, cars, and even beds in this article are all alive, and so are the little snowflakes. I think the author's idea is really special and beautiful. I wonder if the author who can write such a happy story is actually a lonely person. When he spends a long time alone, he develops feelings for every one of his objects. I don't dare to speculate, but I do have some similar feelings. The most exaggerated time was when I was in college. I left my key on the desk in the library. Then one afternoon I discovered that I had lost the key. After thinking about it for a while, I turned back and found that the key was still lying quietly on the desk. Really, you may laugh at me for being stupid, the key can't walk, of course it is still on the desk, but that's what I thought at the time, and I even happily picked it up and put it in front of my eyes to watch, which made the library administrator confused. —— This sentence is not a poem, it is just the end of the article, but I thought it was beautiful, so I took it out to reflect on it - remember that there is the biting cold wind, ice and snow here, and me. This is what Yuxing said when he said goodbye to him every time he went on a business trip after he and Yuxing settled in the North Pole. When I was reading the ending, my mood was really a little bit mixed, because I felt a little hopeful and a little reluctant when the ending came. When I read it, the words did not pass through my heart like the previous chapters. Later, after reading the ending chapter again, I realized that this sentence is actually a bit strange. According to common sense, one should remember that there is a warm little home and me here, or remember that there are delicious meals and me here, etc., So that the husband who is traveling far away will remember to come home. But, so to speak, does the husband value a warm family more? Or a delicious meal? The author's words really go against the grain. Remember, there are biting cold winds, ice and snow, and me here. In such a harsh environment, will my husband come back? Every time Yuxing heard this sentence, he would give up the distinct seasons without hesitation. —— After working all day, my mind was muddled, my words were unclear, and I had no time to revise them. Maybe if you read what you have written, you will be embarrassed to post it. For those of you who have read the story, please don't think that my comments are not worthy of these beautiful words. Don't. Probably no one will have the patience to read what I write, but I really hope that the author can read it again, or at least pick out a few sentences. Looking forward to your next work.

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