Once there was an activity in the field of poetry, the editor of a poetry periodical solemnly introduced us to a poetess, saying that she was a good seedling and asked us to pay more attention. So, I paid attention to her name: Lotus on the pond. Obviously, this is a WeChat name, or it may be a pseudonym for writing poetry.
A few months later, I attended an essayist's new book launch conference, and the lotus pond was there. She ran to me from the back row and said that she was going to publish a new book too, and asked me to preface her new book. Only then did I notice her name: Ping Li. Obviously, this is the original name, which is very common. Used for life and work, but also for getting paid and buying tickets.
Nothing is more unreasonable than asking a person who doesn't know poetry to preface a person who writes poetry. So she insisted, she turned her back; So he insisted, and she turned him back. This woman, seemingly weak, is actually a bit savage. There's only one thing she can hold. She said she could wait until I finished writing so many manuscripts at hand. She also told me a secret: "In fact, I don't know poetry. I wrote it myself. After I finished it, I enjoyed myself for a while, and then I began to resent it. " This secret is very interesting. I am most afraid of sitting still. If I scribble something, I can lie down and watch it, so that some inexplicable pressure will be relieved.
This book, Spring of Wild Peas, contains 200 poems written by her. I think that's it, just stroll in the wild pea fields from spring to spring to see if these beans are growing well. Grab a handful of beans and look carefully. It is green. When I say green, I don't mean green, I don't mean green, I just mean color. In the field of wild peas, it coincides with spring, and cyan is king.
Of course, the world where wild peas live is in the wild, and negative oxygen ions are of course bursting, and of course they have to be beaten by wind and rain. In the eyes of wild peas, everything is alive, thriving, whispering and friendly dating. This wild pea, in this way, in her own world, built a virtual garden (she called herself a secret realm), or made a virtual trip, or was in a daze, and inadvertently revealed her age in Spirited Away.
In Sunshine of the Mind, a vacant woman reads a poem, and life suddenly becomes meaningful. I don't know who Ping Li is talking about, but she pays tribute to poetry in this way. In River of Light, she means "the lighthouse finds the ship", not "the ship finds the lighthouse". Ping Li and poetry, poetry and Ping Li, look for each other. I don't know who has a sharper eye. In meditation, it is not a cotton machine that makes marshmallows grow up in circles, but a time machine ... I can know Ping Li's daily life by turning a few pages at will, and I can understand that she only cares about her daily life. For example, my father's old black leather bag hung on the handlebar of a permanent bicycle (which may contain newly bought toys); Mother's apron (with bitter vegetables, mulberries and Malantou). Perhaps, in Ping Li's poems, there are not many rivers, which are all daily life, but in these daily lives, she discovered "metaphysics under life", a kind of life aesthetics. With admirable imagination and precise brushwork, she reconstructed the summer, autumn and winter in In the Name of Spring.
But if you look carefully, this wild pea, which pays attention to crops and fruits and praises humble life, will also reveal her ambition intentionally or unintentionally in her poems: "Write her own" Lv Chunqiu "; Write My Book of Songs; " I hope that one day, I can also be proud of the horseshoe disease in the spring breeze "... At this time, the wild peas and her spring are very powerful. In fact, this poetess has published her poems frequently in some regular poetry journals in China, and she is a mature pea in the field of poetry. Yes, ripe peas, full, pods, jumping, landing can play high.
I paid attention to the confession of gardenia. In this poem, the wild pea remoulds herself and declares the principles of her life and writing in the name of gardenia: innocence, suicide/blooming. As a result, where is the nonsense?
How "the flowering of the flowering, the result of the result"! I'm too embarrassed to talk nonsense after she said that. We use Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Peony" to sum up: the peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the lotus in the pool is less affectionate. Only the peony is the real beauty, which attracted countless people to appreciate at the flowering stage and alarmed the whole Chang 'an City. For Li Ping, this poem by Liu Yuxi is half right and half wrong. Wrong, "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" will not be "pure and affectionate", at least "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" whose real name is Ping Li will never lack affection. Ping Li's poems are full of emotion. In her way, she dreamed of peony. "Although moss flowers are as small as rice, they also bloom like peony", not to mention lotus flowers.
This is possible. As the days go by, one song after another, and it is best to experience the phoenix nirvana again, the lotus on the pool may become famous in Beijing like peony.
It's a sequence!
? (Zhou Xinhua: novelist, member of Chinese Writers Association, executive vice chairman of Quzhou Writers Association)