Needless to say, what this poem shows us is so ordinary that literally, Cars Crossing the Yellow River is far easier to understand than most of Bai Juyi's works, which can be said to be suitable for all ages. Sha Yi's choice of images is enough to make the scholars lose their glasses, but the train and the Yellow River are enough. At least they are not rare guests in modern poetry. However, the appearance of "toilet", "pee" and "one bubble pee" is really ironic. What's more, a mother river, a urine flowing through such a poem, is thus linked by a "positive" word, which is a test for the public.
Crossing the Yellow River by train may be one of the simplest practical activities of human beings. Going to the toilet and urinating are normal physiological activities of normal people, even without IQ and consciousness. When Sha Yi described this extremely common thing to us in the simplest language, we actually felt abnormal-it was actually a very serious problem, so serious that people felt that there was something wrong with this society. So where is the reason? Is it the Yellow River, our mother river? This is another difficult question to answer and laugh at. Sha Yi said that "Cars Crossing the Yellow River" is "a fairly clean deconstruction of the cultural significance of the Yellow River, which can be completed in one time with its real body".
Instead of being misled by Isa's mysterious explanation and simply looking at the text itself, I think the obvious subtext here is that a normal person should not do what a normal person should do when he comes to the Yellow River. Instead, we should look at reality with deep eyes like great men, or look back at the past from the perspective of wise men. This is not only a deconstruction of the cultural significance of the Yellow River, but also a subversion of our consistent view of history.
What kind of history is history? What kind of historical figures are historical figures? The car crossing the Yellow River has brought us a question mark that cannot be ignored. When normal things become abnormal and abnormal things are regarded as normal, these two attitudes and phenomena seem to have taken root in more than half of the ethnic groups, and we have to pay considerable attention to them. A series of questions must be considered: what is the relationship between people? Are they equal? Should it be equal? Can it be equal? If all princes and princes have no seeds, is the thinking of great men really antagonistic or uncoordinated with the understanding of ordinary people? Maybe what Sha Yi wants to ask is-what's the difference between a great man and a mortal? How did this difference come about?
From the scientific perspective of Marxist philosophy, people have both social and natural attributes, so do great men and mortals. And the difference between great men and mortals lies in their different social roles to a great extent-then why are great men and mortals so different on the train? Is it true that "individuals gain social recognition at the expense of social language in exchange for a pass to integrate into society"? When an individual's words and deeds do not conform to these provisions, he will be condemned by the intangible cultural convention. "This will actually lead to a very terrible inference: only when the mainstream of our society is positive can individuals with different opinions be correctly regulated. Once the mainstream values of society are misunderstood, they will fall behind, and correct people will often get an incorrect end. No matter what his motivation is, he leads to a series of meaningful propositions as to what can be deduced by cars crossing the Yellow River. The return and sublimation of civilian consciousness in this work should be hard to call poetry. This is the victory of the people, or the victory of the people. You know, China's earliest poems were all from the people.
With the strong rhythm of Sha Yi's words, let's have a little interaction with him: imagine a train passing the Yellow River, and all the questions seem to be no longer questions: Yellow River or Yellow River, history has not produced history, and time has passed for everyone.