有一天,海德格尔静思在自己的世界里,他说道,人安静地生活,哪怕是静静地听着风声,亦能感受到诗意的生活。这段话被遗忘在风中,被有心人偶然拾到,细细品之,唇齿留香。我们的世界似乎缺少了一种情怀,一种如海德格尔这般“诗意生活”的情怀。只觉生命记载下的大都乏善可陈,更不用谈“生如夏花般灿烂”的质调。有时感知精神源泉的日趋干涸,匆匆走向“凄凄惨惨戚戚”之类的书馨中寻一浸泡,却不免又落了好比“为赋新词强说愁”的俗套。我们 One day, Heidegger meditates in his own world. He said that when people live quietly, they can feel the poetic life even if they listen quietly to the wind. This passage has been forgotten in the wind, was deliberately picked up, careful, lips and fragrant. It seems that our world lacks a feeling, a feeling like Heidegger’s “poetic life.” I only feel most of the records of life are indifferent, not to mention “like summer flowers like a brilliant ” quality. Sometimes perceived spiritual source of the increasingly dry, hurried to “desolate miserable Qi ” and the like in the search of a book soaked, but can not help but fall like “for the new words strong worry ” the stereotypes. we