The day I shared a flat with my female boss

"I admire Fanny and Laura very much. They are both loved by two affectionate 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 bitlak's poem at random:

"I write in sorrow as usual.

The whispers of birds and the whispers of leaves are in my ears.

A small river, beside the flowers on both sides of the river,

laughing in the gentle wind and waves.... "

"It's beautiful." Lin Xi'er said in silence.

I said: "it is very beautiful, because the soul of the poet is affectionate and sensitive, 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 overall feeling to Lin Xi'er. 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! You have a girl as like as two peas in your back? "

She suddenly stopped, turned to look, turned around a circle, looked back at me a little confused and said: "where? Where is it? "

I touched my nose, looked at her bad smile, I said: "I just want to see you turn around in front of me, want to see you wear a skirt in front of me."

She looked at me angrily, raised her pink fist, pretended to hammer me and said, "I hate..."

Tired of walking, we sat down on a slightly sloping lawn.

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

I think it's too far away from her, so I move Bigu closer to her, and closer

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

"What for?" She said.

"I want to protect you." I laugh.

"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 talk," I said solemnly, "I've never bullied you."

She said with a playful smile, "how can I feel that you are always bullying 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 love being by your side, or you by my side."

Her cheeks turned red again. She took back her eyes and looked into the distance. The grass lake was 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 Poor again... " She said angrily.

I smile: "but Keats' poems are really beautiful."

"Like that song," she said

I look far away and recite with cadence:

"I pray to be as firm as you, but I don't want to hang high in the night sky to shine alone. I can only keep my eyes open forever, to the nature's patient and sleepless hermit, constantly looking at the sea, the priest of the earth, washing the shore where people live with holy water, or watching the flying snow, like a veil, brilliant and light It covers depressions and mountains... "

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

"no, I just want to be firm.

Head pillow lover's soft chest.

Always feel its gentle ups and downs.

When I wake up, my heart is full of sweet agitation.

I kept listening to her delicate breathing.

So live or die in a coma... "

After reading, we looked at each other and laughed.

I said, "don't you think this poem is a little bit colorful? 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 like to hear Xi'er's advice?" See how she evaluates the blue imagination in Keats' poems.

She said with a smile: "in fact, Keats's lung disease is often accompanied by a special cyan imagination, which is closely related to his physical nature. It is a kind of agitation and uneasiness that is permanently prolonged in the moment before he is satisfied, as if it is permanently fixed on the carving of the ancient urn, so that he can obtain a kind of immortality and holiness. Unlike what Yeats wrote, "the joy of love drives away his love" in the end, or he chooses to die in a coma, an extremely romantic imagination, which equates love with death, thus far away from all "fatigue, fever and anxiety" in the worldI nodded with satisfaction and said, "what you said is more prominent in Keats' Ode to the nightingale. The danger of love in Blake's and Coleridge's works is transformed into the ultimate good wish by Keats's 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 to read literary works since I was a child, but my father really wanted me to learn marketing, so I went to the University of Finance and economics," she said

"You look like 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, always feel its gentle ups and downs, wake up with sweet agitation in my heart, constantly listen to her delicate breathing, and live or die in a coma..."

Like me, Lin Xi'er leaned carefully on the grass, looked at me and said, "how can I read this poem again?"

I smile: "because the artistic conception of the poem fascinates me. Think about it," the head pillow is the soft heart of the lover, and you will always feel the gentle ups and downs. "That's a wonderful feeling!"

"Hum," she said angrily, "I can see that, Gu Yang, you have bad intentions!"

I smile: "where is it? You have wronged me

"Then why do you only think of these two sentences?" She said.

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

It's like her half lying on the green grass now.

Seeing that she didn't speak, I laughed, "do you know what I'm thinking?"

"I know." 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 snickered and touched my nose." I just want to relive Keats's wonderful experience. "

"No way," she turned her face to annoy me, then looked at me seriously and said, "Gu Yang, don't you think we are 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 your heart, it's natural." I laugh.

"Sophistry!" She said.

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

Lin Xi'er blushed and said, "I'll talk about it next time."

"Next time?" I said, looking at her steadily.

She also looked at me: "if next time, we can maintain this feeling between each other..."

I looked at her and said, "are you willing to let me 'put 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're so annoying!"

I said with a smile, "is that what you said?"

She nodded shyly and said, "I'm talking about the next time we meet..."

"I know!" I said with a bad smile.

I got up from the grass and watched suspiciously. I ran away at the speed of 100 meters. I ran behind the trees 50 meters away and counted ten numbers. Then I jumped out from behind the trees and ran back to her at the speed of 100 meters

"What are you doing?" She held up her upper body, blinked at me and said.

I adjusted my breath, looked at her and said with a smile, "Hello! Miss Lin! We meet again

She still looks at me in doubt

"Miss Lin," I said with a bad smile, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon!"

She seemed to understand my trick, glanced at me and said, "isn't it? Is that all right? "

I said with a smile, "why not? Why not? Now it's time for us to meet again

I did not give her an opportunity to explain, and continued: "don't play tricks on me! You said next time, but you didn't say it couldn't be the same day! "

Lin Xi'er shook his head, looked at me angrily and shyly and said, "I've convinced you. He also said that I played tricks. It was you who played tricks

I said, "Miss Lin, you should have faith. If you don't believe what you say, I don't know what you can do."

"You! You look like Children... " She frowned at me, too angry to speak.

I have a bad smile: "now it's time for me to relive the wonderful experience of" the soft chest of the head pillow lover, always feel its gentle ups and downs "

Then I knelt down on the grass, and involuntarily arched my head over her, which made her lose her temper, so she had to lie on her back obedientlyBut I gently put my head on her flat belly

My heart beats very hard. I've never done this before. Strictly speaking, it's a bit of affectation, but it also makes my heart beat. I really want to feel what kind of feeling it is

but I dare not really put my head on her chest. I just put my head on her abdomen, but I'm not reconciled. I'm eager to try, and my head goes up imperceptibly Moving, she kept a supine position, did not move, but I seem to feel her warm heartbeat

Until I feel that I can't go up any more, I don't dare to be greedy any more. It should be enough. So, I just lean there, looking up at the clear sky, watching the birds flying overhead

What a wonderful feeling! Keats is so good at enjoying life!

If time solidifies at this moment, if time stays in the present forever, how wonderful it would be! Far away from the noisy city life, far away from the intriguing office, far away from the complex interpersonal communication, so simple, "head pillow lover's soft chest, always feel its gentle ups and downs", I feel more and more that poets are really a group of people who understand life best.

Is it an ideal country that everyone yearns for when they are reading poems with their heads resting on their lovers' breasts?

I feel a gentle hand caressing my hair. I know it's her slender hand