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第一眼看见这张照片时，心里是不是有种暖暖的感觉？我朋友当时就在照片下面评论，
多少人不小心入了我的镜头
我又不小心入了多少人的镜头
这文字和这照片实在太过般配。顿时，我脑海中就闪现出一首诗，新月派诗人卞之琳的那首《断章》，
你站在桥上看风景，
看风景的人在楼上看你。
明月装饰了你的窗子，
你装饰了别人的梦。
同样，用这首诗的文字配那张照片，我认为会更完美。不得不钦佩卞之琳，他仅用短短四句话，区区三十五个汉字，便把世间哲理给道明。我能体会到作者表达的某些情感，就像从文字中触摸到诗中风景一般。
如果你曾和作者感同身受，你会明白，这首诗带给你的将是你和你内心深处的灵魂交流、冷静和一种自然的满足感。我非常喜欢诗歌带来的这种内在安宁，甚至超过了诗歌本身。
因此，我很享受写诗的过程，平时也写有几首小诗。就想借此机会献个丑，给大家分享其中一首——《渴望父亲的双手》，希望你们能够喜欢。
我总渴望你的双手
把我举过肩头
曾记否
小院弹起的皮球
是你唯一的问候
还有
床下那只小木箱
虽然早已盖不上
却好像，把爱给封藏
※
懂事后
我总渴望你的双手
能有一丝温柔
下雨天
熙熙攘攘的人群间
希望看见你的脸
放学后
牵起我的小手
撑起一把大伞
可你却，不曾出现
※
如今长大了
我也有了自己的双手
却不知道，该如何去拥有
那被封藏的爱
像是被永远，锁进了童年
在心底，若隐若现
我还是渴望
能有一双手
让这情感，泛滥
尽情，泛滥
When you saw the photograph above, has anything come out of your mind? Here is my friend's comment,
Many people just slipped into my camera, while they do not know.
Then how many times did I wander out, from people's tableau?
The comment and photograph just remind me of a New Moon School's poem Fragment, written by Bian Zhilin.
When you watch the scenery from the bridge,
The sightseeer watches you from the balcony.
The bright moon adorns your window,
While you adorn another's dream.
Similarly, I think this poem is perfectly suitable for the photograph. I must admire the poet who reveals the true philosopy of life just within four paragraphs. And I can feel the emotion as if I can touch the landscape from the literaral words.
If you ever have the same feelings as the autor had, you will know that there is the Spirit Communication existed between you and your deep soul, which could calm you down and satisfy yourself spontaneously. And I like this sort of inner peace more than the poem itself.
Therefore, I rather enjoy the process of writing poetry and I also have written few poems that I want to share one of them with you, my friend. Hope you would like it --- Longing for My Father's Hands.
I was overwhelmed with
longing for my father's hands
To lift me upon his shoulders
Have you ever remembered the rubber balls
Bounced up and down in our yards
It was the only gift
That you bought for me ever
And the small wooden box you made
was already lost its lid and under the bed
As if your love had gone with it forever
※
When I was in schools
I was overwhelmed with
longing for my father's hands
To have a touch of tenderness
Till I can see your face
from the bustling crowds
In rainy days
Then you can hold my tiny hands
And open your big umbrelle after class
But I had never seen your face
Even ever once
※
And now, I have grown up
Athough I already have my own hands
I do not know who I belong with
As if the vanished love
was locked into my childhood
While hideen in the bottom of my heart
Looming and looming
Nevertheless
I'm still overwhelmed with
longing for a pair hands
To make my depressed emotion
Overflowing and overflowing.
First Publish: https://cnsteem.com/ Thanks for reading.
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