Interpretation of On the Cross of Poetry —— Dedicated to My Mother in the North

On the cross of poetry-dedicated to my mother in the north

I got it.

On the cross of my poem

In order to complete a fable

In order to obey an ideal

The sky, rivers and mountains

Chose me and let me bear it.

I'm not qualified to make sacrifices.

So, I put my heart

Hold it high in your hands.

That is bitterness and pleasure.

A heart that has been pierced a thousand times.

Because of anger and desire

Infinitely expanding and contracting heart

my heart

Under the projection of eyes from various angles.

Emitted a rainbow of light.

But I'm tired, mom.

Reach out your hand.

Put it on my hot forehead.

I gave my life.

My sad flower

Although despised, it was trampled into mud.

I gave my life.

My initial naivety

Although it was desecrated, it was shrouded in doubt.

I held out my hands in purity and shyness.

Begging everyone to leave.

Everybody turn around.

I don't hide my weakness.

Even the swing of my black hair.

Has become a part of the world.

Red house, old banyan tree, fishing lamp on the bay

Into words in my eyes

Words produce sounds.

Surging around like waves.

In order to move

A heart that has not been touched.

But I'm tired, mom.

Reach out your hand.

Put it on my hot forehead.

The sunshine caresses me

Sprinkle it on my thin shoulders.

The wind and rain eroded me.

Change my childish face

I got it.

On the cross of my poem

Let the chorus cheer.

Stars and rain generally fall on my side.

God-like vulture

Eat my insides every day.

I don't belong to myself, but to myself.

That fable

That ideal

Even so.

I became a fossil.

That's my song.

Happy life

Will knock open a closed shutter

Dill flowers are still climbing.

open

Although I'm tired, mom

help me

Stand at the forefront of the front line

Poetry is not only limited self-expression, but also a simple description of reality. It should transcend the predicament, show a higher realm than reality itself, and even undertake an idealized mission of promotion and encouragement to promote the perfection and progress of life and the world. Shu Ting's choice actually reflects the poet's confidence, that is, his confidence in individuals, social forces and future prospects, rather than his skepticism or nihilism. This choice not only represents the different trends of China's contemporary poetry, but also acts as the other pole, which is an important constraint on the former.