Figs
Feng Zhi
Look at this dark, brown-green fruit,
It has never bloomed crimson flowers,
Just as I miss you and write many poems,
But we have never loved like flowers.
If you want to try it, please give it a try!
It can’t compare with the peaches, pears and apples you like;
My poems don’t have a pleasant sound either.
When I read them, my tongue will feel raw.
In the last sentence of the poem, Jergy is used very cleverly. The subtlety of this word is that the poet is chanting the pain of thoughts and thoughts. At this time, Feng Zhi kept singing about the depression of love, loneliness, and searching. He knew how to cherish his loneliness, sorrow, ordinaryness, incompleteness, and bitter figs. This was the fig that he could only give but was also willing to give to his lover and devote himself to The gift of the world—the gift that was also his young, brooding, passionate self. Young Feng Zhi already knows that love, life, and the search for the meaning of life are a long, dark and ordinary road. Feng Zhi's poems are just such a fig - green, just like real youth and life, without pretense or self-deception. He sang about the gloomy, hesitant, empty, and bitter love and hatred of youthful life, and used verses to carry the true feelings of life. His verses were arranged like the steps of life through thorns, wilderness, and deserts. Feng Zhi's early poems are a quiet and powerful beginning on the road of endless questioning and pursuit of life.