Others said: "Poetry that deviates from the world is meaningless."
This discussion is like dialectics about the existence of contradictions. There is no black-and-white boundary in the expression of poetry. It repeatedly strikes numbness by various means of entanglement, contradiction or clamor. In rare cases, it stands up with blood and bones and pulls mountains out of the world. Accepting all existing cultural and artistic forms is an ability and a microcosm of social development.
Reading Lao Mei's poems, I seem to feel that a cold light broke through the clouds and was hit by a sword.
He said, "Fade or wither/flowers keep blooming/I hope to change the direction of rain/my poem may be just a flash in the pan/if we bloom for the second time/it is short-lived/beautiful."
Reading a poem, it is difficult to understand what the author really wants to express through intention, because you are not him, you can't be in his environment and experience, and you can't be his clone from culture to temperament. When reading poetry, I can only recall the word combinations about life, love, pursuit and existence according to the literal words written by the author. Through this seamless combination, my nerves ache for a while.
Lao San wrote in the opening inscription of The Butterfly of Amber-Dedicated to Qu Yuan: "The so-called poet is a soul in prison." Self-imprisonment is not to escape from the world, but to stick to the bottom line and never go with the flow.
The whole poem "Butterfly of Amber" is lyrical. Through a butterfly imprisoned in turpentine, a poet who abandoned his charm and threw himself into the river thousands of years ago was excavated in a shocking way. The author uses skillful and superb techniques to change again and again, and thoroughly analyzes his will to poetry, life, ideals and destiny.
Glittering turpentine, butterfly condensed into fossils, Qu Yuan, author, life, despair, love and sadness ... It hurts the soul through words and deeds and makes people feel sad.
Explanation:
A crystal rosin, like tears, gave all the loneliness to the rugged branches of pines. As time goes by, the wind and frost are biting. What is it expecting?
I am a beautiful butterfly. Perhaps the world is too chaotic, perhaps the faint fragrance is too fragrant. I stopped in front of a drop of rosin: how beautiful and terrible this crystal clear purity is! Rosin, how many vicissitudes have you experienced lurking on this pine branch that I must pass through? Do you also expect me to come with your fragrance, like an unprecedented encounter, and pounce on your arms with fragrance as bait-like a moth to a fire, without hesitation.
Have such a wish! We must put those long-cherished wishes and unfinished thoughts of serving the country into poor bags. ...
"Chu Tianshen/My sadness is rain/lost birds/calamus in midsummer/loneliness."
Miluo River whimpers, and the beautiful scenery ahead is Ming Che. When I take this step, I will follow my eyes through a bustling area, and then, like a snowflake, melt on your warm lips. There, I will look back a thousand times, even if it is beyond redemption, I will leave the final whiteness for that meaningful idea.
Even if I want to incorporate this fragrance in the next step, my life will still be full of brilliance.
I came here so gently, with half-life charm and endless loneliness. I will continue to write unfinished works in your fragrance and then stand out like a butterfly. Before my life falls, please allow me to hesitate again: "Take this light step/never look back." Is this desperate sadness because the river can hold a clanking body, or is a piece of rosin so beautiful that it hurts people? I dedicated my body and soul to the Miluo River. If you plant willows in the shade, please bloom thousands of hibiscus at the dawn of the Dragon Boat Festival many years later, and a gentle glow shines on the world.
The wilderness of the season is tossing and shouting. We play chess with the value of life in the carving traces of years, and we have no regrets in playing chess. We are willing to believe that centuries-old trees have sprung up. But what on earth took away the ancient legend on the river bank and left it mottled and messy? Birds flying by may answer: What is left except scars?
Even so, how can I not believe that life is as splendid as summer flowers? If life can spin on the Buddha's dharma disk, let the clear Miluo River wash me with dust-I choose to leave in the prosperous spring and stand as the most elegant and clean scenery. Miluo River received me with an ice heart, waiting for me to meet the next reincarnation with absolute elegance.
"Life must wait/soul must be imprisoned/love must put all your eggs in one basket." Rosin, I imprisoned myself in your fragrance, and it sounded like a trapped cocoon. After thousands of years of grinding and folding of cold rock layers, I finally condensed into this crystal amber tear. After a period of time, when I am carried out of the soil, who can give me a hug to warm all the eventfulness and desolation?
At that moment, the solemn and stirring Long song floated across the river and was held in the amber of his hand. A butterfly is lifelike.
The third son, Yimei, wrote in the poet "We": "Who guided me to swim through the jungle in the white night/ten thousand parrots to learn adagio in autumn/white clouds scattered everywhere/loneliness under my roots/looking forward to jointing into a forest/facing the wind."
Therefore, he dares to be a imprisoned butterfly.
Attached:
The Butterfly of Amber —— Dedicated to Qu Yuan
A poet is a soul in prison.
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one
Coagulate fat like jade, knot in the rugged branches of pines.
Endure years of loneliness
What a sharp frost knife is needed.
Cut you open.
How many vicissitudes do you have to go through when the wind and rain are gloomy.
Only this tear makes you cry.
Fine, rosin dark coagulation
Through vague thoughts
What bait is the fragrance?
Lay the groundwork at the crossroads of life
Zhu yuan Yu run di planning
An unexpected encounter in the world
Just wait for me to step in
two
A withered cuckoo bypassed the valley.
I'm here? Fall on the bank of the Miluo River
Chu Tianchen? My sadness is rain.
Is it the voice of a lost bird? This is calamus in midsummer
live in solitude/seclusion
Go against the wind? Those once lost roses
Light up in turn along my eyes.
Such as exile, being chased by cicadas one after another.
I am like a leaf? Through a flower field
As light as snowflakes
Gently melt into your warm lips
What a meaningful idea is this?
Beauty comes from beautiful meeting.
When spring comes back, peaches fly away.
You got it? I suddenly looked back a thousand times.
Just for this doomed meeting.
three
Gently, I'm coming
Go with the flow? Dancing with the sunset.
A lifetime of talent? My exquisite charm
From deep reserves
Spit a wisp of loneliness, pestering day and night.
Conservation? Then get used to loneliness.
Stand out from loneliness and become a butterfly.
Like a flower? Swing on the slender branches
Like a strand of sandalwood? There is a beautiful and refined temperament.
My life is full of brilliance.
Thinking about your scent all over? I know
Take this light step
You can never look back.
There is no turning back.
All life before the fall.
Trying to escape? But in such a beautiful question.
There is always an unavoidable despair.
What if the willows are shaded? I put poetry and my own shadow
Flowing into the surging river? Years later
Will it be at the dawn of the Dragon Boat Festival?
Open a thousand hibiscus? The soft glow of the river
four
Dragon Boat Festival is not the source of summer.
Life is like a game? Years have no regrets.
Centennial trees and bamboo shoots are always formed overnight.
Occupy every road
What else is there? Exiled by a thousand caves
Besides legends, what else?
I asked each bird in a hurry.
What's left-
When the flowers leave the branches. Once promised
Break when you land? Tomorrow is still out of reach
Then what else?
five
What if life is like summer flowers? if
Life can be reincarnated
Then please allow me to hesitate.
Let me take water as a mirror.
Let me look in the mirror and see the water? Wash the dust.
Even if banished by spring
In the next reincarnation,
I also take the most elegant and clean posture.
Drunk in my heart.
six
Dormant in the freezing ice.
Over the years
How long have we been waiting?
Or? Life must wait.
The soul must be imprisoned.
Love must put all your eggs in one basket.
Seek refuge in your warm arms
This hatred is endless? My besieged city, my destiny
I am surrounded by Chu songs.
Star frost dark exchange? How much prosperity was blown away by the wind?
How much light is moored in the abyss of memory.
What happened today? Who will cross the sea with me?
Still alive after 1000 years.