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"Come at me if you have the ability, don't scare my dad at the parent-teacher meeting!"
This is not a rebellious teenager speaking carelessly, but rather a line filled with genuine emotions from a child, resembling poetry.
The words are like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in the world of the internet.
Recently, a collection of innocent and playful poems shared online has blown into many hearts like a refreshing spring breeze.
Many people, after reading them, can't help but sigh: our writing skills might not even match those of elementary school students!
This admiration for the innocence of children's poetry seems to overshadow the complex phrases and rigid expressions of the adult world.
These children's poems are indeed stunning.
Like twinkling stars in the night sky, each one radiates its unique brilliance.
For example, a 7-year-old wrote: "The lamp burned a hole in the night."
How wonderfully clever is the word "burned," like a stroke of genius.
It inevitably brings to mind the story of Wang Anshi pondering over the word "green" when he wrote "The spring breeze has turned Jiangnan green."
Wang Anshi deliberated among many words like a craftsman selecting the most brilliant gem from a pile of jewels. Similarly, this child precisely captured the unique relationship between the lamp and the night with his tender strokes, reflecting an imaginative collision.
An 8-year-old wrote: "Spring has come / I went to smash ice by the creek / Smashing spring until it bled / Shedding tears / When flowers bloom / She forgets all that / Truly forgives me."
You see, although it still carries the child's inherent innocence, how philosophical it is!
A little philosopher interprets spring through his unique perspective.
He views spring as an emotional companion who can get angry and forgive. This playful expression reveals a child's unique understanding of nature and life. Just as we used to treat a rag doll as a living friend, children's worlds are filled with such poetic associations.
I remember one year after Mid-Autumn Festival, my child who had just started kindergarten looked at the crescent moon and said: "After Mid-Autumn Festival, I ate too many mooncakes, and the moon got fat; now that I've eaten too many mooncakes, it's sick and the moon has become thin."
Seeing "the moon has its phases," one might associate it with health and illness, a logic that only children possess.
In that moment, the child's eyes sparkled with pure and bright light, as if hiding countless tiny stars.
In a small Fairy Tale home, they construct wonderful stories about the moon in their own world. These stories contain no complex astronomical knowledge, no rigid logical reasoning, only the purest imagination of children, like a dream castle built from cotton candy.
These children are still young, most of them just starting elementary school, and some are still in kindergarten. They are like seedlings just breaking through the soil, knowing few words, akin to seedlings that have only sprouted a few tender green leaves; lacking basic cultural foundation, just as seedlings have not yet developed deep roots; let alone having undergone specialized poetry training, similar to seedlings that have not yet weathered storms.
Because of this, their poetry possesses a simple, direct, and moving power. This power is like the first ray of sunlight in the morning—pure and warm—able to penetrate the layers of worldly gloom in people's hearts.
In fact, poetry emerged as a record of people's most direct observations and thoughts. Just like ancient people used simple songs to describe sunrises and sunsets or hunting and gathering; it was the most genuine expression of emotion.
It is hard to say how many of these children will retain the habit of writing poetry as they grow up, and even harder to say how many will become poets.
Among all beings, it is impossible for everyone to become a poet, just as not every tree in a forest can grow into a towering giant; there is no need for everyone to be a poet. However, one does not need to be a poet to possess a poetic heart.
The poet Hölderlin wrote, "Man dwells poetically on this earth," a line widely known due to philosopher Heidegger's borrowing and philosophical interpretation.
A pearl that is already beautiful becomes even more dazzling after being polished by skilled artisans.
Whether one can achieve "poetic dwelling" depends on external conditions, just as plants need sunlight and rain; more importantly, it hinges on whether one can possess a "Poetic Heart," which is like the seed of a plant—the fundamental basis for growing a poetic life.
On everyone's path of growth, there once existed a "Poetic Heart."
It was when we made wishes upon stars and smiled at flowers; when we regarded raindrops as tears from heaven and snowflakes as fairy feathers.
But as we walked along, we eventually lost our way.
Like a child playing in the forest who accidentally loses the path home.
Thus Gao Xiaosong's saying "Life is not just about the struggles before us; there are also poetry and distant places" resonates with so many.
It is a nostalgia for the once vibrant Poetic Heart, a lament for the lack of poetry in real life. This is precisely what we want to ask: how many of these children, who currently amaze everyone with their poetry, will still maintain their Poetic Heart in ten or twenty years?
If they write another poem when inspiration strikes, will it still possess the touching beauty it has now? This is akin to our concern about a delicate flower; after being weathered by storms, will it still retain its beauty?
This is not a challenge to modern education. Education has its own rules, and after much exploration, some consensus has been formed.
Current language education is like a meticulously crafted ship sailing in the ocean of knowledge; it still has its rationality and necessity.
It carries the hope of children acquiring knowledge and enhancing their qualities. Here, the emphasis is more on reminding us that while standardized teaching is important, we should still provide children with a space to grow freely, without prematurely shackling them. Just like treating a group of free-flying Birds, we should not confine them too soon in cages, allowing them to face the world with a Childlike Heart.
The Childlike Heart is like a mirror that can truly reflect the beauty and innocence of the world.
We do not expect everyone to become poets, but everyone should retain a Poetic Heart.
Of course, whether one can keep a Poetic Heart also involves societal issues. Sometimes, the hardness and complexity of society act like a whetstone, making people's spirits less tender.
Just as flowers may lose their vibrancy and become fragile in the cold wind.
Regardless, modern education should nurture children's Poetic Hearts.
Like a gardener carefully tending to the flowers in a garden, shielding them from wind and rain, fertilizing and watering them, allowing these poetic flowers to bloom forever in the hearts of children.
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