Poetry has been silent for a long time since the golden age of 1980s.
When "facing the sea, spring blossoms" became a real estate advertisement, when "the night gave me black eyes" became shouting wheat, poetry had already passed away with the youth after 7080.
Occasionally, apart from the sadness of the poet's death, it is actually the so-called "poem" that surprises people's chin.
I remember that more than ten years ago, there were also people whose three views were shattered. "Being a ghost is also happy";
Then came Lihua's body:
There are also lambs and shallow bodies that are very popular recently.
I really can't extract it. Search for it yourself.
Unfortunately, these things that people seem to be joking have also been highly praised.
These are all modern poems.
Whenever I see these so-called "poems", I believe that there really exists a word in the world, and that is:
Appreciate ugliness.
These "poems" and "comments" on these poems constitute the unique performance art of this era.
What it demonstrates is not the beauty of words and thoughts, but the logic of relationship and existence.
After all, a toilet can also exist as an art, such as the famous "spring".
In that case, who can absolutely say that shit and urine are worthless?
However, what can move, infect and inspire people, maybe I don't know;
When it is in front of me, I can feel it with my heart.
Until now, I still remember the poems I read in middle school. I haven't searched these poems, but I just typed them directly from my memory at that time, which may not be so accurate:
……
They constitute my achievements and my memory.
And those so-called styles are just talking and laughing.
Finally, I wrote a poem in middle school, which is very simple, but I can smell the land and even think of youth and innocence:
Seasons and seasons
Pass sb by
green
Finally sprouted in my heart.
Can't feel the first spring breeze
but
When I heard the word "forward"
therefore
I looked for it specially.
Through the cold wind
Cultivator
A thousand-year-old attitude
Dialogue with the earth
In the arms of harmony
With indescribable warmth
Get married in spring
spring breeze
Is her maid of honor.
Reluctant to leave in winter.
Because she has put
Vigor and green
Freezing sincerely
The center of the earth
Cows who feel different winds
I still smell the spring.
Awaken her deep sleep of accumulating strength.
Start looking
Long-lost fragrance
finally
Tears in winter.
after all
She used cold air
Sharpen the earth
She used snow.
Decorate the earth
With her, she left sadly.
Crystal tears.
Delicate bridesmaid
Turn into spring rain
The dream of spring is too heavy.
Can't seem to bear it
The joy of change
When the plow kisses the dark soil
Put her dream
reform
Spring and winter
Pass sb by
In the unfinished years
smile
pear flower take rain
When the earth wakes up from its deep sleep
Let's get together again
Spring is coming
With winter tears
With a married smile
This is a poem written by me, an ordinary middle school student.