Poetry Sans Frontiers Season 3 - Ep. 3- Dream

Of course we can do without poetry. But then life without poetry would be nothing but nature without beauty, history without romance, spring arriving without any signs of hope, summertime gone too soon, nostalgia with no memory, and words with no significance. How then, under such circumstance, could two hearts thousands of miles apart beat as one? In a realm where dreams dwell, we tread a path strewn with blooms. There, deep in the ivory clouds, a boundless spirit crowns the rainbow summit. Whether we stroll at leisure or sprint, no path goes too far. So let's traverse the trail that transcends the very essence of dreams together. I want as much poetry as possible to settle on my poems. I want as much genuine, strong, and deep poetry as possible to settle on my poems, expanding the boundaries already mastered by language. This is very important to me. This is my path. If we talk about dreams... From a practical point of view, there are dreams that allow you to visualize what you want to achieve. And in general, for a writer, for a poet, it's a book. At the beginning of 2018, I decided to write a book that would be connected with the Chinese concept of 24 seasons. I want it to be bilingual. And maybe through this book, my Russian readers will somehow feel China better. They will get to know this country, this culture, this people better. And this feeling of China. I thought I would write this book in a year. But I needed three years. You ask about the difficulties of a poet. And when we put two words in Russian, in Chinese, there will be other tensions and other meanings between them. It's like putting two cultures together. My task has become twice as difficult. This is a book by a good Chinese ancient poet, Su Dung Po. I love Su Dung Po for the feeling of early autumn, which comes from his poems, and which coincided very much with the fact that I came to China. And this feeling coincided very much with the fact that I didn't get the experience. And we begin to feel more connection with his soul. It is very important that there is a coincidence in the soul, in the view of the world, in the worldview. In these three years, I have been to different regions of China. And, of course, I took photos. They are not illustrations. It's just what the eye observes, but what can be somehow processed into words. And I'm not even sure that these photos need to be put in a book. But these photos are there, and they are also very important to me. They seem to prove the authenticity of my poems, their connection with a certain place and with a certain experience, which came to me from this place and at this time. When a book is made, you can touch it, scroll through it. I would very much like the book to leave a deep mark in the culture, in the hearts of readers. Maybe it expanded the boundaries of understanding between the cultures of Russia and China, made these cultures more significant for each other, and those for whom poetry is especially important, closer to each other. What is a dream? It is when reality ascends to the realm of fantasy. So it is that you master the art of singing melancholic tunes in stirring jubilant tones, not in pursuit of sympathy, but to imbue the rendezvous with joy. When you lose something, it's like losing a flower, a plant, or a ray of sunshine. You will cry. When I was young, I couldn't see with my eyes. I felt that the heavens were deliberately hanging over me. When I heard this news, I couldn't accept it. I didn't dare to let my grandparents know when I got home. Nobody in my family knew about it. We hid in the bedroom and cried our eyes out. I told my father, I would rather die with my salary. We'd rather jump off a building. Sometimes it's very exhausting. But we never thought about giving up. Never. From the current situation of blind people, many of them are blind masseuses. We don't want the salary to be confined to a small massage room. Piano is helping the salary to grow. It can give the salary a choice of its own path. My dream is to become a piano performer. It's very difficult to achieve this dream. Because I need to keep fighting against the demons on the road to my dream. Actually, every time I get a new piece of music, it's a test for me. Ordinary children can play the piano by looking at the score. But I can't look at the score. It's a slow process. So I can't play while touching it. I have to memorize it in the end. So when I get a new piece of music, I need to spend several times, even dozens of times, to understand it and remember it. I use my fingers to feel the notes of the score. Then I use my heart to feel the melody of the score. Then I form a picture or a story that I can imagine in my mind. Then I need to slowly find the corresponding position of the score and the shape in the process of practice. I touch them one by one with my fingers and remember them. I show a piano in my mind. It's like every note is shining. Of course, it's easy to say. But I need to repeat these movements every day. It takes more time. I play the music over and over again. I touch it over and over again. It forms muscle memory. I have to practice for ten hours a day. Then I practiced so hard that my fingers were bleeding. He didn't say his fingers were twisted. I saw blood on the piano keys and checked it. Many times, it was completely twisted and bleeding. I want to say to Xing Shui, no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you have to tell your parents. My parents are a part of my life. They are also my guide. But one day, my parents will be old. If your parents are gone, you have to carry it on your own. You have to find a way. Don't ever be hit by difficulties. It's hard for me to imagine. It's hard for me to imagine what I should do when I encounter difficulties. I'm afraid. If I don't learn to fly, I'll never be able to fly like Dapeng. God closed a door for you. But he opened a window for you. Although I can't see with my eyes, I have a pair of sensitive ears. He actually surpassed the music performance of his childhood. This kind of music performance is that he can play the music in his heart through his ears. Yes, it's the same as the one in front of you. You have a lot of rhythm in front of you. When he teaches me, he will patiently tell me how to play when I don't play well. If I don't understand, he will put his hand on my shoulder and do the corresponding action for me, hinting me how to play. He will describe some scenery or pictures to me. It makes me better understand. When I was playing the song of moonlight, I imagined that I was lying on the beach, and the moonlight was shining on me. Then I could sleep soundly. Later, I felt the waves on the beach. It was also very free. I hope I can have more opportunities to let him perform on the stage, and more opportunities to let more people hear his performance. Because his music will inspire everyone who listens to his music. We were originally very small people. But every time he plays the piano on the stage, it is meaningful. The whole person is shining. Of course, I am very proud of it. In life, everything is the same. If you don't practice, you won't be successful. I want to go to Vienna's Golden Hall to show my music and let more people see me. I want to shine my own light to illuminate myself and the world. Vienna's Golden Hall is surrounded by gold. There are delicious restaurants, delicious hamburgers and fries, and many top bands. There are comfortable seats, and thousands of spectators are watching me. After playing the piano, there are applause. There is a fish in the north, its name is Kun. Kun is big, it is thousands of meters long. It is a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back is thousands of meters long. It flies in anger, its wings are like the clouds in the sky. It is a bird, it is lucky to be born in the south. The people of the south are the angels, the people of the north are the devils. The people of the north are the angels, the people of the south are the devils. It is a bird, its wings are like the clouds in the sky. It is lucky to be born in the south. When reflecting on the beautiful moments of our youth, the morning sun emerges anew, yearning for lofty dreams, wishing the wind to whisper for us and the rivers to dance for us. May love be our guiding star. Let us delve into poetry, because within those verses, we may very well get to feel the light of inspiration. All of them gather together at night, families, elders, children, all of them gather together to sing a poem, and especially to sing the poems of Hafiz, on a night of inspiration. All of Hafiz's poems are full of dreams and fantasies. It is a life full of dreams. The children would read those poems, and they would try to use them for their own lives. They would put them on a pedestal, and they would put them on a pedestal of their own lives. There are many similarities between Iranian and Chinese poetry. This is due to the rich and ancient culture of Iran and China. My name is Qian Wenjian. I am a very valuable and famous Chinese poet. When I read Du Fu, I remembered the Iranian poet Saadi, who said, The meaning of this poem is peace, stability, and tranquility in the world. The meaning of this poem is that the people of the world must work together to reach a common goal. When I was young, one of the dreams I had was that all the people of the world would work together to reach a common goal, which is peace and friendship, and to create a common future for humanity. The poem I have chosen for you is a poem of hope, hope, and hope. The wind of the morning will blow The world of the old will be young again The wind of the morning will blow The eyes of the old will be worried The sorrow of the emigrants will be overshadowed by the flowers of the women's river The mosque will be destroyed The parliament will be empty Time will come In the dream, we vividly trace the path we've trodden. Along the way, we bear hope and proceed with a resolution. A resolution that never wavers. A landscape unfolding before us in which our dreams remain ever within reach. So it is that through lines of poetry, we are able to come together and converse in a shared language and comprehend one another. Poetry, then, represents the rhythm and cadence of understanding itself. It is the dream we carry, that something extraordinary will happen, that it must happen. Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. I am certain that dreams are a part of life, dreams even more so. Just like moons and like suns with the certainty of ties, just like hopes springing high. Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly. Though the path ahead may twist and turn, in every curve, a lesson to learn. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. The answer is blowing in the wind.