A short essay on image appreciation of Chang Yao's poem "River Bed"

original reading of Chang Yao's Riverbed

Author: Chang Yao joined date: 8-3-15

Riverbed-one of the Shapes of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau

Author Chang Yao

I walked down from Bayan Kara, a bald man.

The white-headed snow leopard quietly lies in the eagle's castle, watching me towards the distant.

but I am the one to be proud of.

I heard the carriages of the Tanggu people from afar.

I smiled softly and didn't make any noise.

I let those wagons that started on the road early, along my dike slope, file after file.

Those wagons, scraping wood, climbed onto my chest like trumpets to welcome God.

the wheel jumps on the muscle mass of my tympanic sac.

The drivers of Tanggu, who are wrapped in winter clothes, also walk cautiously with their iron horses

, ready to pull the brake rope clenched in their palms at any time.

they say I am a river bed lying like a giant.

they say I am a river bed that stands like a giant.

yes, I walked down from Bayan Kara. I am a moist river bed,

I am a dry river bed, and I am a mighty river bed.

my command is well known.

I am solid, generous and magnificent, and I am a well-developed male beauty.

I create, and I constantly

drain my inexhaustible energy to the eastern sea.

I tattooed my skin, so that those carefully displayed figures can be looked up but not close.

I like to tell the frost wind how hairy my body is.

I let the mountains open, so that the loving waters can be thrown into my loving heart.

I'm the father.

I love to hear the vulture grow long. He has a teenager's vocal cords, and his eyes have a girl's eyes.

His double-spread dance of wings and wheels can make blood boil.

I praise the hunter who lurks in Dadan in Zita Law at my pass.

I also appreciate the three-legged female wolf.

every evening in the long summer, she limps from my shadow to the red clouds on the horizon.

I will always miss you-the lost Yellow River Elephant

I see you at every moment.

I show many faces at every moment.

I am a buckled peak, a sunken fault, an open isthmus and a dizzy hurricane.

is a vertical river bed, a horizontal river bed and the main melody melody of the score.

I'm covered in brocade, jewelry and gold.

I'm as relaxed as a bow, and I'm pioneering thousands of miles.

I am time, a monument, and a piece of palatine bone fossil in the universe.

I am the first emperor, and I am a sail wall arranged in array, a square, a metropolis and an unfolding landscape.

is an unfathomable abyss, a structural force, a gallop and an impenetrable goal.

I put the image of the dragon back on the front stage of the world.

and now I still turn to your bald Bayan Kara. -

Your carriage has been fully loaded with the jade of Kunshan, and it is heading home.

your wheat seeds lit up on time in the farmer's palm.

Your Luan Moon is rising from my navel.

I promised you, I said that the flood season will come immediately,

and the flood season has already arrived ...

The Riverbed written by Chang Yao, with its radioactive conception and infinite spatial sequence, has outlined an image of the riverbed of the Yellow River source lying like a giant and standing like a giant. This poem adopts the form of "self-report" throughout, and the poet speaks instead of the river bed, which avoids the feeling of "isolation" when we read the poem, and also avoids the superficial praise of "mother" and "cradle" that we no longer feel fresh. When we read the first line of this poem, "I walked down from Bayan Kara, a bald head", we were already integrated with the riverbed from the aesthetic psychology, and the aesthetic distance also progressed with the perceptual progress of the poem until it disappeared. This is the success of the poet's ingenious lyric technique. In addition, the image composition of this poem is also very unique, with reality and emptiness, which is neither congested nor empty. Real things such as "White-headed snow leopard lying silently in the eagle's castle, watching me towards the distant", "The carriages of Tanggu people" and "The hunter lurking in the Zita Law of my pass" give people concrete visual stimulation. Virtual as "I am solid, generous and magnificent." I am a well-developed male beauty ","I am a father ","I show many faces at every moment ","I am a dizzy hurricane "and" I am a time and a monument. It is a piece of palatine bone fossil in the universe. It is the first emperor ","it is an immeasurable abyss ","it is a structural force, and it is a chi Dao. It is an invincible goal, etc., which gives people an empty and illusory aesthetic feeling. Reading such poems, what we feel is not a picture, but the riverbed itself with texture and volume. Poets are full of thoughts, but all of them are as tightly as spokes on the river bed of the core image they are singing, which avoids the aesthetic fatigue caused by complexity and at the same time obtains the aesthetic enjoyment of "full of true power and Vientiane at the side". Among the numerous poems that sing about the Yellow River, Changyao's riverbed is truly a unique poem.