"Bronze" is a figurative expression, which means that things are decaying and aging. Here, it means that poetry is old and lifeless.
2. Explain that contemporary poetry has not become a part of people's soul.
The last sentence of this paragraph is about two relative aspects. Some ancient poems have become a part of people's souls (meaning closeness), while contemporary poems have not yet become a part of people's souls (meaning remoteness).
The original text is as follows:
poetic sentiment
(1) "Guan Guan Luo dove, in Hezhou. ..... "The source of our life, the source of Chinese civilization, there has been an" official Luo ". Every time I finish reading the Book of Songs, I often can't help asking myself: Why didn't the mottled years make the bright images in the Book of Songs produce patina, and the boundless space didn't make the rich information contained in ancient poems suffer losses in the process of transmission? When the poems scattered between the pages of dark yellow books become a part of our soul, why are contemporary poems so far away from us?
(2) there is a poet * * * living in this world, it should be said that we are lucky. Poetry makes gloom colorful, transience permanent, finiteness infinite and decadence magical. Poetry makes many impossibilities in life possible; Poetry enables human beings to fully experience the joy of emotion and the wonder of wisdom. Countless new poems are scattered around us, like stars and rain, like petals, floating in the depths of our days. They are so close to us that they can be touched, but how many people notice their existence? Is it because Li Bai, Li He and Li Shangyin have all retired in the dust of history, and the flashy world no longer produces Wang Bo, Wang Wei and Wang Changling? It's a bit hasty to draw such a conclusion now. The only explanation is that they have never experienced the elutriation of time. If a poem becomes a swan song, this procedure cannot be omitted. Then I understand that the birth of good poetry is the result of genius and time creation, and it takes time to read poetry.
Because of the distance of time, the words in ancient poetry have become underwater corals, beautiful and lasting. Therefore, the traces of lotus flowers and white dew in the Book of Songs are faintly discernible: Luo's Xi Chan Ming is still as silk; Wen is still generous and sad in Wuzhangyuan of Youzhou Station. Wang Zhihuan's The Yellow River is Far Above the White Clouds and William Wang's Wine at Night lock the same Liangzhou on the map of the mind. Ancient poems, like wine, have been stored for a long time and experienced wonderful fermentation. We want to thank the winemaker and pay sincere respect to the time.
(4) Since poetry is the trace left by the poet's spiritual wisdom, the ingenious conception should have only one effect. Just like an appreciation of mystery novel, it should be "one-off". After the answer is announced, if you reread it, I'm afraid you will lose the wonderful feeling when you first read it. Supposedly, the same is true of poetry. The famous poem has been recited thousands of times, and it should not be exciting to blurt it out without thinking. This seems to be the disadvantage of old poetry and the advantage of new poetry, but it is not the case. For example, Li Taibai's "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking back, I suddenly thought of home", Li Shangyin's "Autumn cloudy first frost flies late, leaving the lotus behind to listen to the rain", Liu Yuxi's "samsara has moved to the past, and this mountain dignity still commands Leng Jiang", and Wang Changling's "Luoyang relatives and friends are like asking each other, and a piece of ice heart is in the jade pot". Every time I finish reading it, my heart will throb like the first time, and every time I have a different taste. The famous sentences in these poems are all prepared in the poet's highly sensitive emotional wine cellar, which has enough strength to resist the numbness of the mind. Therefore, in repeated chanting, our understanding of the world, life, perfection and shortcomings deepened day by day, until one day, we found that poetry finally became the source and destination of our spirit. Reading poetry has given us a deeper meaning in life, and at the same time, it has deepened and appreciated the charm of poetry itself again and again. The world is old, the beauty is dying, only poetry, often read and often new. Poetry will not grow old, let alone die. In the low tide of poetry, I never lost confidence in poetry, which is why.
(from "trapped in a dream")
1.① What is the metaphor of "giving birth to antique colors" in paragraph 1? ② How to understand the author's statement that contemporary poetry is "so far away from us"? (3) What does the author think is the reason for this situation in contemporary poetry? (6 points)