诗意人生

王小波说过：“一个人只拥有此生此世是不够的，他还应该拥有诗意的世界”。

又是一个下雨的清晨，蒙蒙的烟雨勾勒了梦里的诗意人生，那画面犹如在细雨里行走，穿越到泰翁的诗中去。

读泰戈尔的诗犹如聆听到空灵的天籁一般，那惊世骇俗的美震撼心灵，那深邃的宁静则一直延伸至很远很远，久久不息。

雨天，似乎与泰翁的诗更配，随便翻开一页，就像是在与泰戈尔进行一场心灵的对白,

  Rabindranath Tagore

That year, I was about the age of my son Lottie,

Poetry became my bride.

At that time, young, ignorant of love is unspeakable.

I only remember that in my heart there was a field with a little garden,

The big banyan trees that stretch out by the pool that year,

Planted the fairy tale the maid told me,

Planted the songs they sang for me,

And the world out there.

All this grew and spread in the young poet's heart,

Grow into a lang garden.