To tell the truth, after receiving Paidu Poetry Magazine, I first looked through my group of poems to see if the editor had deleted them. I am dissatisfied with the editor's careless deletion of my lines. Seeing that I haven't changed a word, I read the poems of other poets with joy. Soon, I read this song "Chinese Cabbage Flower" by Wai Tung.
Maybe it's because I don't read many books, or maybe it's because I'm a penniless little person. As soon as I read such a white poem describing the lives of small people in vernacular, I quickly entered the poem. I watched it once and watched it again.
The main advantage of white poetry is that all poems are everyday expressions and easy to understand. It is very suitable for us low-level people with little culture to read.
"I am a small household. A system as big as a county town/I also sharpened my head and came in. " This sentence simply States that he is a tiny little person, and even the small county is trying to squeeze in.
"lead a plain life, eat three meals a day/only when you get home is the most delicious." . This sentence directly transitions to a nobody's life, which is dull, simple and homesick. Because it is not integrated into the big society, home is the safest shelter for small people.
"I'm lucky/a Chinese cabbage should be divided up and down/cross-cut, regardless of size." From this sentence, the poet began to promote the extension of poetry through the most common, common and simple image of "Chinese cabbage".
Beginning of spring wouldn't be like this/every Chinese cabbage is pregnant, so I'll just pick one I like/peel it layer by layer and let a Chinese cabbage grow. On the surface, this sentence means that after spring, Chinese cabbage will grow tall stems, yellow, white and purple flowers, and then bear thick seeds. In fact, the poet continues to improve the extension of poetry. He combined the life of our little people with a Chinese cabbage. We are also Chinese cabbages, peeled layer by layer, giving birth in constant pain. Every pain is the swaying beauty of us little people.
"I fed a doll with a bowl of clear water/in a few days, she blossomed/with small yellow petals and small fragrance/as small and lovely as my newborn daughter." As a white poem, the last sentence always represents the thickness and height of the whole poem, and this one is no exception. Here, the poet uses "clear water to feed the doll" to describe the flowering of cabbage. Use cabbage to describe your weak, lovely and cherished daughter. This is the highlight of the whole poem. Let Chinese cabbage be completely integrated with us little people, no matter what. Then the whole poem came to an abrupt end, and the aftertaste was left to the reader. It's just a pity that the author made a small mistake here: "As cute as my newborn daughter". This "image" is completely unnecessary here, which destroys the overall extensibility of poetry. This is a very regrettable and obvious mistake for me. "I fed a doll with a bowl of water. /In a few days, she blossomed. /small yellow petals, small incense. /It's my newborn daughter. It's really small and cute. " . If so, it will be perfect and a well-deserved boutique.
I have always believed that a real white poem is to intercept a most ordinary life and write it in the most straightforward language. However, it can make different readers read different degrees of extension, rather than disgusting saliva. This is also the only difference between saliva poetry and white poetry. Here, thank you for your wonderful poems.
Attachment: Wai Tung's "Cabbage Flowers";
I am a small resident. A system as big as a county.
I sharpened my head and came in.
Live a plain life, three meals a day.
Only when you get home is the most delicious. I have a rich life.
A Chinese cabbage should be divided into meals.
Cut a knife horizontally, regardless of size. Beginning of spring won't be like this in the future.
Every Chinese cabbage is pregnant. I will choose one I like.
Peel one layer at a time and let a cabbage grow.
I feed the doll with a bowl of clean water.
A few days later, she blossomed.
Small yellow petals with small fragrance.
Like my newborn daughter, small and lovely.