Muse in the new century

The muse of the new century, our great-grandson, maybe some future generations will know her, but we won't. When will she appear? What does she look like? What does she sing? What kind of heartstrings will she pull? What height does she want to elevate her era to? When we are busy, there are many problems. In this era, poetry has almost become a stumbling block. In this era, people clearly know that what immortal and contemporary poets write may be just charcoal pens on the prison wall in the future, and only a few curious people will see what they read. Poetry should do something, at least participate in party struggle. In these struggles, it is either blood or ink. Many people say this is a one-sided statement. Poetry has not been forgotten by our times. No, there are people who think about poetry on their "Freedom Monday". And it is true that when they feel this kind of spiritual resentment in their most sacred part, they will send people to the bookstore and spend four coppers to buy the most admired poems. Some people just appreciate what others give them, or are content to see what is printed on the packaging bags of greengrocers. This is cheap. We should seriously consider this matter when we are busy. What we already have meets our needs, which is enough! Poetry in the future, like music in the future, is Don Quixote-like; Talking about it is like talking about exploring Uranus. Time is too short and precious to use in fantasy games. What, if we really want to talk about it seriously, what is poetry? The loud expression of feelings and thoughts is nothing more than the vibration and activity of nerves. All euphoria, joy, pain, and even the pursuit of material things, in the eyes of those who have knowledge, are all nerve vibrations. We are all the same-this is a stringed instrument. But who is fiddling with these strings? Who makes them vibrate and move? Spirit, the invisible spirit of God, makes his activities and his voice ring through these strings. It is understood by other strings, so there are harmonious tones and strong discordant sounds, which are opposite to each other. This was the case in the past, and so was mankind's great strides in the era of free conscience. Every hundred years, even every thousand years, there are their own poems to show greatness. Born at the end of this period, it is striding forward and thriving in the new future era. In our busy and noisy times, she was born, she, the muse of the new century. We salute her! She heard our compliments, or, as we just said, she would read them among words written in charcoal. Her activities in the cradle era began from the farthest place that human beings have traveled in the Arctic exploration activities and crossed to the deepest part of the "black hole" in the extreme sky that human eyes can see so far. The rumble of machines, the whistle of locomotives, and the thunder of cliff blasting mining. The old mental shackles let us hear the voice of her activities. She was born in the factory of our great era. There, steam is exerting its great power; There, the bloodless master and his apprentice worked day and night. She has the greatness of a woman full of love, the pure feeling like Vesta flame, and the passionate fire. She has the light of the soul and all the colors under the dichroic mirror. These colors have changed with the love of the times for thousands of years. Her brilliance and strength are the feathers of imagination woven by science, and the "Force" gives it the power to move. As far as her father is concerned, she is the son of the people. Both mental and mental health, serious eyes and funny words. My mother is the daughter of foreign immigrants. She comes from a noble family and has a college education. She bears the imprint of the golden age of Rococo. Muses in the new century have inherited two aspects: mind and blood.

On her cradle, there are many beautiful gifts that she got when she was baptized. Nature's hidden secrets and answers are piled there like a pile of candy. Many "knickknacks" brought from the depths of the sea are scattered from the bell submersible. The cradle quilt that covers her tightly is a celestial figure. The sky on the map is like an endless calm sea, and countless celestial bodies are like islands, each of which is a world. The sun paints for her; Photography made various toys for her. Her nanny sang poems by wandering poets Elvin and Ferduz for her, poems by wandering poets for her, and poems full of innocence and innocence written by Heine with real poems. Her nanny told her a lot, too much; She is familiar with the creepy legend of Ada ⑾, who is the mother of the old lady and great-grandmother. In these legends, curses fly with bloody wings. She finished listening to Arabian Nights in the East in a quarter of an hour. The muse of the new century is still a child. However, she has jumped out of the cradle. She is ambitious, but she doesn't know what she wants. She is still playing at the nanny's house, which is full of rococo treasures. There are Greek tragedies and Roman comedies, all of which are expressed in marble; Folk songs from all over the world are hung on the wall, all like dehydrated plants. Just kiss them and they will swell and give off a fresh smell. Her surroundings echoed with the music thoughts and eternal harmony of Beethoven, Gluck, Mozart and all other masters. There are many works that have remained immortal in their respective times on the bookshelf, and there are more and more spaces for other famous works. We heard the names of these authors through the immortal telegraph line, but the telegraph has announced their deaths. She has read an astonishing number of books. You know, she was born in our time, so many terrible things will be forgotten again. Muse knows so hard to forget. She didn't think of her poem. Her poems will be as immortal as Moses' poems and Peter Pie's fables about foxes' cunning and luck. She didn't consider her mission, her sonorous future. She also appeared in the national and racial struggles that shocked the whole world, and wrote the rumble of quill pens and cannons in illegible luna characters. She is wearing a hat with a Gariba hat, but she is reading Shakespeare, thinking that she can perform his plays again when she grows up! Cardron ⒃ lies in the sarcophagus of his own works, while Holbe ⒄, yes, the Muse is a cosmopolitan man. She bound his works with those of Moliere ⒅, the proud ⒆ and aristophanes ⒇, but she read Moliere the most. She got rid of the excitement of driving the antelope in the Alps, but her heart was pursuing the happiness of life, just as the antelope was pursuing the happiness of the mountains. In her mind, there is the tranquility that exists in ancient Hebrew legends-the voice of nomadic people on the green grassland in the silent starry night. In Song of the Heart, this voice is much stronger than the voice of the cheerful warriors in the ancient Greek era (2 1). What is her Christian faith? She has read all philosophical theories, big and small. The original material knocked out one of her deciduous teeth, but she grew a new one. She bit the fruit of knowledge in the cradle and became smart after eating it. -so "immortality" shines in front of her like the most talented thought of human beings. When will the new century of poetry appear? When will the muse be known? When will her voice be heard? On a beautiful spring morning, she rumbled through the tunnel and across the bridge on a long train. Whether riding on the back of a breathing dolphin across the soft and wide ocean or riding on the Loki bird in Mongerfield through space, it will dive to the ground. Her Christian voice will pay tribute to mankind for the first time from there. Where is it? Is this courtesy from the free continent discovered by Columbus? On this free continent, indigenous people are being slaughtered crazily, and African blacks are enslaved, and this African continent is where the song of Haiwasa came from (24). Is it where other polar people live? That is the Golden Island in the South China Sea (25), the country of people standing opposite us, where the day and night are reversed from ours, and black swans are singing in mimosa. Or from the place where the Monroe Pillar (26) clangs, that is the song of the Sphinx in the desert, and we can't understand it. Perhaps from the coal island ruled by Shakespeare since Elizabethan times (27)? Maybe it's the hometown of brower (28)? He is not tolerated in his hometown. Perhaps it is a fairy tale land from California, where the giant sequoia branches and leaves stretch high, just like the king of the world's forests.

When will that star shine? The stars on the muse's forehead. Flowers, on their petals, show the beauty of shape, color and fragrance in the next century. "What is the program of the new Muse?" Asked the knowledgeable congressman of our time. "What does she want?" Let's ask her what she doesn't want to do. She doesn't want to appear as the ghost of a lost era! She doesn't want to put the drama together with the past glory on the side where the stage is put on hold, and she doesn't want to cover up the shortcomings of drama art with the colorful curtain of poetry! She walked in front of us, as if she had stepped down from the carriage of Disbis (29) and came to the marble amphitheater. She doesn't want to break the healthy language of human beings and stick it in an artificial music box with the voice of a folk singer. She also doesn't want to describe the language of poetry as aristocrats, and the language of prose is civilians! Their voices, connotations and strengths are equal. She doesn't want to carve ancient gods on the leather that records Sakya, Iceland! They are dead, the new era has no sympathy for them, no blood relationship! She also doesn't want the thoughts of her contemporaries to be contaminated with the plot of French novels! She doesn't want to make her daily life trivial. The story drugged her! What she wants to bring is a life-saving elixir! Her poems and essays will be simple and clear, and rich in content! The heartbeat of all ethnic groups is just a letter in the language of great progress and development. But she gave every letter the same love, combined them into words, and sang the rhythm of words with the tone of her time. When will that era end? For those of us who are still here, it will be a long time ago. For those who run in front, it will be in the near future. The Great Wall in Wan Li, China is about to collapse (31); European trains will enter the closed treasure house of Asian culture-these two cultural trends will meet! At that time, the waterfall after the meeting may pour quickly in a low voice. The old people of our time will tremble in this loud noise, and they will feel that there is Ranarok (32), the fall of ancient gods. Will forget that times and races will inevitably disappear. Every time, every nation can only leave a small image wrapped in the capsule of language, like a lotus floating on the eternal water, telling us that they are all pieces of meat on our bodies in different clothes. The image of Jews flashes in the Bible, and the image of Greeks comes from Eliad and Odessa (33). What about ours? In the era when new gods appear in glory and understanding, ask the muse of the new century in Lanalock! All the power of steam, all the pressures of this era, are levers! It seems that this bloodless master and his busy apprentice, the most powerful rulers of this era, are just slaves who clean and decorate the hall, serve plates and set tables and bowls for the big banquet. At this grand banquet, the muse raised the wonderful lamp of poetry with childlike innocence, girlish enthusiasm, housewife-like tranquility and intelligence. This lighthouse is a rich and perfect human mind lit by the fire of God. Accept our respect, you, the muse of new century poetry! Our respect rises to be heard by you, just as earthworm's praise of thanks can be heard. The flash of the new year came, and the earth was plowed, and the earthworm was cut off under the iron head of the plow. Cut off our earthworms and let happiness grow for the new human beings in the future. Accept respect, muse of the new century! (1) see "no picture book" note 43. This is an ironic proverb. Senior officials or tycoons always have a good time on Sundays, so they have no energy to work and do things on Mondays, so they need to "relax" on Mondays.

(3) Spanish writer Cervantes (1547— 16 16)). (4) Danish, refers to the dark clouds that bring crazy rain. (5) refers to the machine. Andersen called machines "bloodless masters" many times. ⑥ Kitchen God in Roman mythology. Every family in ancient Rome worshipped Vesta. And the temple of Vesta in Rome, where the fire will never go out. ⑦ This refers to the French Academy, and immigrants refer to the outflow of the French Revolution in 1789. Danish literary critic George brandeis once wrote a book about "immigrant literature". ⑧ A literary style. /kloc-the style advocated by aristocrats and emerging bourgeoisie during Louis XV in France in the 0/8th century. This style is characterized by slender, thin, gorgeous and complicated, which is mainly found in architecture, painting and literature. Pet-name ruby Icelandic poet and chief (about 935- 1025). Attending see "The Thorny Road to Honor", note 8. ⑾ Iceland's famous literary works. There are poetic IDA and prose IDA. Ida records the heroes and myths in ancient northern Europe in the form of documents, which is an extremely important document for studying northern European myths, history and culture. ⑿ refers to the five books starting from the Old Testament. For a long time, people thought that these five books were written by Moses. [13] This is a story that Andersen heard, saying that an Indian brahmin named Bidpai wrote a fable that a fox cheated a lion. His fable inspired the king, who appointed him Prime Minister and crowned him with a golden crown. [14] See the note 12 of The Swamp King's Daughter. ⒂ Italian national hero (1807- 1882). [14] Spanish playwright (1600— 168 1). For the Danish playwright ⒄, see note 14 in Durf, Denmark. ⒅ As a French playwright, see Note 5 of another tenth century. Terry Kroma, playwright (about 250 BC-184). ⒇ Greek comedy writer (about 445-385 BC). (2 1) In ancient Greece, Greeks called their northernmost part Tessali. (22) refers to a ship. (23) Joseph and Jacob Montgomery invented the hot air balloon in 1782. Loki bird is a giant bird in Nordic mythology and superstition. (24) Longfellow (1807-1882)' s poem' Song of Haiwasa'. Andersen expressed his dissatisfaction with the oppression of Indians and slavery of slaves by whites here. (25) refers to Australia. (26) refers to two 20-meter-high stone statues carved by Tabuz in ancient Egypt. The carved stone pillar symbolizes the ancient Egyptian king Amundhotep (or the third part of Amundnophes): here Andersen follows the myth that the stone pillar symbolizes Monroe in Homer's previous works. (27) refers to Britain. (28) See Danish holger Note 16. (29) See "Take your positions" Note 6. (30) The literary works of Sakya and Ida in Iceland are all written on sheepskin or calfskin. (3 1) Andersen's fairy tales were written in 1860, when Britain, the United States, Russia and Japan stepped up their bullying of China. (32) The Armageddon between God and Evil God in Nordic mythology. On the disaster day of the gods, a new world was born. Please see the notes on articles 24 to 27 of The Swamp King's Daughter. (33) Homer. Look at the description of a rose on Homer's tomb.