The ceo's secret

"The Western proverb says that people who are favored by God have a short life." I sighed. At the same time, I also think of Gu Cheng, a gifted poet. Although he committed suicide, he also had a short life.

She said sadly, "I've always been puzzled why they should cruelly end their own lives when they can write such beautiful and moving poems --"

I said with a deep affectation: "this is the poet!"

However, in this society, there are very few girls who love poetry. As the Western saying goes, women, poetry and politics are called the three metaphysics. In the materialistic society, women who still read poetry are really rare!

Maybe we all love poetry and painting, but it's just a hobby, just as we all yearn for true love, but not everyone is willing to contribute for it.

Longing for true love and pursuing true love are two completely different concepts.

Seeing that she didn't speak, I said with a smile, "so the name of your friend Laura who went with you at the last dance also comes from poetry?"

Liu Linlin bent her lips, blinked mischievously and said, "I took it for her. You must know the source

"From Petrarch's love poems?" I looked at her and said with a smile, "according to your logic, then, Laura is famous for bitrac's love poems."

Petrarch is an Italian lyric poet, and Dante, Boccaccio, as well as the three Renaissance stars. It is said that in 1327, the poet met a woman named Laura in the church and fell in love with her at first sight. He is famous for his love poems to Laura.

"I admire Fanny and Laura very much. They are both loved by two passionate men," she said

Traque's lyric poetry is known as "the new style of tenderness". His poetry is meaningful, and he is good at expressing his feelings by borrowing the scenery, and achieves the situation of blending feelings and scenery.

I recited a few lines of bilak's poem at random -

"I write in my sad thoughts as usual,

the whispers of birds and the whispers of leaves

hover in my ears,

a small river, beside the flowers on both sides,

laughing in the gentle wind and waves..."

"It's beautiful." Liu said in silence.

I said: "it is very beautiful, because the soul of the poet is sentimental, sensitive and spiritual, which has a kind of cool opposite to the scorching and turbid world."

"Again?" She chuckled at me.

I said, "I like this sentence. There is a feeling of regret. "

There is a kind of coolness that runs counter to the scorching and turbid world. This is my feeling to Liu Linlin. A simple style of white dress, walking in the green grass, walking in the sun, this itself is an incomparable Lyric.

I stopped, looked at her with a smile and said, "look! Behind you, as like as two peas, are you? ——”

suddenly, she stopped walking, turned around and looked at me. She turned around and looked at me in confusion and said, "where? ——Where is it? ——”

I touched my nose and looked at her smile. I said, "I just want to see you turn around in front of me, and I want to see you turn around in front of me in your skirt --"

actually, I want to say that I want to see your slender waist and her little cocky buttocks --

her eyes were angry with me, raised her pink fist and pretended to be a hammer, and I said, "I hate it --"

I'm tired , we sat down on a slightly sloping grass -

we sat down side by side, legs flexing, hands holding knees, lips with a smile, looking at the grass lake in the distance -

I thought I was too far away from her, so I moved * * closer to her, and then closer -

she turned to look at me, slightly frowning, a funny and angry look.

"What for?" She said.

"I want to protect you." I said.

"Poor mouth She said.

"I like to talk to you!" I licked my face and laughed.

"Why? Do you want to bully me that much? " She said.

"How to speak," I said solemnly, "I've never bullied you --"

she said with a witty smile, "then how can I feel that you are always bulling me?"

"Do you have one?" I'm innocent.

"You know that." She said.

"Yes, I know it in my heart," I looked at her and laughed, "I like being around you very much -"

her cheeks are red again, she looks back and looks into the distance, the grass lake is shining -

I said, "can I ask you a question?"

She nodded and said, "well, ask."

"Do you like Keats' poems or Keats' people?"

She thought about it and said, "I like poets."

"Do you like me, too?" I laugh.

She looked at me provocatively and said, "are you a poet?"

"If you have poetry in your heart, you are a poet." I laugh.

"You I'm sorry again... " She said angrily.I smile: "but Keats's poems are really beautiful -"

she said, "like the bright star."

I look far into the distance and recite with cadence:

"I pray for firmness like you, but I don't want to hang high in the night sky and shine alone. I can only keep my eyes open forever

to the nature's patient and sleepless hermit, constantly looking at the sea waves, the priest of the earth

wash the shore where people live with holy water, or watch the floating snow, whose face is bright and light Land and mountains... "

Seeing her reciting gently with me, I enlarged my voice, and we recited together:

"no, I just want to firmly rest my head on my lover's soft chest, always feel its gentle ups and downs. When I wake up, my heart is full of sweet agitation, constantly listening to her delicate breathing, so I live or die in a coma..."

After reading, we looked at each other and laughed.

I said, "don't you think it's a little bit of a poem? For example, the images of nature in the first half of the poem correspond to the sentences of human body in the second half? ——”

she said with a smile, "are you testing me? You're welcome, then? ——”

I smile: "would you like to hear from Linlin? ——”See how she evaluates the imagination in Keats's Poetry -

she said with a smile: "in fact, Keats's lung disease is often accompanied by a special imagination, which is closely related to his physical nature, a kind of agitation and uneasiness that is permanently prolonged before he is satisfied, as if he is forever fixed on the carving of an ancient urn, so that he can obtain a kind of immortality and holiness. Unlike Yeats, who wrote that "the joy of love drives away his love", or chooses to die in a coma, an extremely romantic imagination, which equates sex with death, thus far away from all the "fatigue, fever, and anxiety" in the world,

I nodded with satisfaction and said: "what you said is reflected in Keats's Ode to the nightingale It's more prominent. The danger of lust in Blake's and Coleridge's works is transformed into the ultimate good wish by Keats' warm personality brilliance. Finally, Keats's poetry starts from the paradise of lust in Endymion, goes through various explorations, and comes back here again in the brilliant star. "

"Wonderful comments." She chuckled at me and clapped for me.

I smile: "your opinion also makes me look at you with new eyes. I came from a Chinese major, and you came from a marketing major. It really surprised me that you have such an in-depth understanding of literature." "In fact, I like reading literary works since I was a child, but my father very much wanted me to learn marketing, so I went to the University of Finance and economics," she said. [city * literature dushiwenxue.com ]"

" it seems that you are a good girl! " I laugh.

"How can everything be as you wish." She said.

I nodded and fell back on the soft grass, looking up at the flaming clouds in the sky and the birds flying over the sky. I can't help but recite gently:

"no, I just want to firmly rest my head on my lover's soft chest and always feel its gentle ups and downs. When I wake up, my heart is full of sweet agitation, and I constantly listen to her delicate breathing, so I live or die in a coma..."

Liu Linlin, like me, leaned carefully on the grass, looked at me and said, "why do you read this poem again? ——”

I smile: "because the artistic conception in the poem fascinates me. Think about it, what a wonderful feeling it is to" put your head on the soft bosom of your lover, and always feel its gentle ups and downs. "! ——”

"hum," she said angrily, "I can see that Xu Ming, you have a bad intention --"

I smile: "where is it? You wronged me! ——”

"then why do you only think about these two sentences?" She said.

"Because these two sentences are really good!" I laugh.

She was lying beside me with a soft chest and a gentle undulation. From my point of view, the * * in front of her chest was more towering -

seeing that she didn't speak, I laughed: "do you know what I was thinking? ——”

"yes." She said, "you want to be a hooligan."

"I'm dizzy! How can this be called hooliganism? We're talking about the art of poetry, "I said with a bad smile and touched my nose." I just want to review Keats's wonderful experience in those years - "

" no way, "she turned to me and said," Xu Ming, don't you think we're too fast? ——”

I laughed and shook my head: "I don't know what I'm going to get. If I go deep, the living can die and the dead can live. Those who can't live with death, and those who can't come back to life after death, are not the best of feelings. "

"You're quibbling." She said.

"From emotion," I said, "what about sophistry?"

"It starts with emotion and ends with propriety." She said.

"When you get to the bottom of it, it's natural." I laugh.

"Sophistry." She said.

"It's not sophistry that leads to emotion." I said.

Liu Linlin blushed and said, "I'll talk about it next time."

"Next time?" I said, looking at her steadily.She also looked at me: "if we can maintain this kind of feeling between each other next time -"

I looked at her and said: "would you like me to" rest my head on my lover's soft chest and always feel its gentle ups and downs "? ——”

she raised her pink fist, hit me and said, "you hate it -"

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