我们的生活在向着共产主义理想飞跃前进,每时每刻,都有激动我们心灵的事物出现,使我们想写诗,想大声歌唱。但是尽管我们写了自己所熟悉的生活,写了使自己激动的事情,结果却往往不是诗,没有表达出自己的激动心情,也不能激动别人,这是怎么回事?为了弄清这个问题,让我们先读一首诗——“毛主席来到炼钢炉旁”: Our lives are leapfrogging toward the ideal of communism. At every moment, there are things that stir our hearts, making us want to write poetry and want to sing loudly. But even though we have written about the things we are familiar with and wrote about things that make us excited, the result is often not poetry, no expression of excitement, and no excitement. What is going on? To make this clear, Let us first read a poem - “Chairman Mao came to the steel furnace”: