Distant hometown, faint western hills, thick kitchen smoke and long reeds. Willow is on the embankment, and the door is foggy. Long clear water, heavy wild owl, dark sky. Make friends with Jinghua and often talk about Zen. In what year did the horizon set sail? When the cape meets spring, the sky shows the confession of God. Everything today is wasted and cold.
This poem was written in 1969 and 65438+ February. Obviously, it is not rooted in Chairman Mao's poems. It has nothing to do with the "old cadre style" and "praise style" all the way in modern times (although "old cadre style" is the current formulation, many people laid the foundation at that time. This kind of writing is more traditional, but it has a heavy personal fate experience than the traditional writing. If you use your own life to experience writing, that's it.