Love, the nourishment of poetry
When I was a child, I was weak and sick, and my playmates around me were told by my parents not to get too close to me, so as not to hurt me. At that time, I deeply understood the feeling of being isolated. I often walk alone on my way to school and look at the flowers and plants on the roadside. Their silence is the best reward for me. I will carefully pick up those falling and even withered flowers and put them in my own book. Until now, I can still find those withered flowers from the books of that year. Whenever I go back to my hometown and see those' flowers', those fragmentary pictures will flash in my mind. It is because of that special treatment when I was a child that I have a pair of eyes to observe things in detail, and that I have a dialectical poem about eyes: "/My scale/Big or Small/Please don't bury it/My identity/"(Eyes in July 26).
When I was a child, I was exposed to almost no extracurricular books. At that time, it was a great happiness to be able to afford to go to school under the' family conditions'. At that time, Mo Angry, written on the folding fan, became my favorite work as a child. I didn't have to recite the textbook knowledge, and I didn't have to recite what the teacher told me, but Mo Angry was drunk with me. From then on, I thought it would be great if I could write such a text. Fantasy is the patent of childhood people. In the end, fantasy didn't come true. So far, no chapter like that has been written. However, the position of Mo Angry in my heart is still indelible, because it makes me fall in love with poetry and ancient poetry.
a few years ago, I loved ancient poetry more than new poetry. In junior high school, I just tried to write ancient poems and lyrics. When I was in high school, I began to contribute everywhere, like all newborn calves. In the end, it all sank into the sea. After I joined the work, I accidentally received a letter from more than 1 years ago, which was a letter of accepting manuscripts, and it was full of encouragement from the editor to a young author. Unfortunately, I didn't receive the sample magazine. At that time, I was thinking that my works should not all appear in front of my eyes in this form in the future. Facts have proved that I was wrong, and there have been no letters from time and space since then.
Compared with ancient poems, new poems were published earlier. The flood in 1998 almost flooded my whole village. Many relief supplies came later, and one of them made me fondle admiringly-mineral water. After seeing the bottled water for the first time, I felt very strange. Why did you put the water in it? There was not much water in the well, and why did you have to transport so much water from a long distance?
I still remember that I was given three bottles at home. When I first drank it, a faint sweetness filled my whole mouth. At that time, I felt that there was still such delicious water in the world. The next day, I doodled in my exercise book: "Your clean body/filled my source of thought/captured my tongue root/"(Mineral Water in the summer of 1998), but I didn't expect it to be published at last. Now it seems that this poem is so straightforward. As my first published poem, I am reluctant to throw it away, and it has been included in my first collection of poems, The Other Side of Life.
The busy study task in senior high school makes me less obsessed with poetry than in junior high school. It was not until I entered the university that I picked up the pen in my hand again, and the poetry that had been away for several years came into my field of vision again. At this time, I no longer contribute articles everywhere like junior high school, but write quietly. Poetry seems to have been integrated into my blood and has an inseparable relationship with every part of my body. As a poet, I have always regarded writing poetry as my responsibility. There is no simple description of the hazy little mood in middle school, no impromptu writing that conforms to fast food, and no echo of information updated at a second speed. The pursuit of news and current affairs, the pursuit of gossip news that his son betrayed Laozi, and the hype topic exposed by so-and-so because of indecent photos have all been revealed in some articles. As a poem, I always thought that intellectual poetry was the only way out. Only by presenting your own thoughts to everyone through a certain image, through repeated verification, can you pull your own thoughts higher. Let people who see their own poems get a little inspiration from them. However, whenever I finish writing and show it to others, I get puzzled and laughed at at at most. Everyone is busy falling in love. You are sitting here writing these out of tune things. Are you out of your mind?
Every time I hear this kind of words, I reflect on whether I should write down. At this time, a very strong negative force runs amok in my heart. Sometimes, when I am confused and puzzled, I also drop my pen and tear my own poems. Anyway, I overcame the negative force and made poetry really a part of my life. Whenever I was in study fatigue, I felt refreshed after reading a good poem.
After graduation, I still keep that kind of thought. As long as I put my thoughts into the poem, even if it affects a reader, this poem is successful. But when I really walked into the big circle of poetry, I realized how ridiculous my previous ideas were.
intellectual poetry is only one kind of poetry, and I always thought it was all about poetry. I have always felt sorry for the writing of petty bourgeoisie, but I didn't realize that I had been imprisoned in this circle of intellectual poetry. Seeing all kinds of poems on the internet, I was once again confused. The intellectual poems I have been chasing have always been regarded as poems with no emotional tone, whether they are what I pursue or not. The level of thought, whether must rely on this theme can be presented. Whether that kind of poetry with emotional appeal lacks ideological depth and the power to convey information to readers.