There is a kind of poem that is transparent. His name is Dunzhe Ling. Not as deep as North Island, not as eye-catching as Yu Xiuhua, but it will walk into your heart inadvertently. Many people read Dunzhe Ling's poems from If I Were a Beam of Light. He entered the public's field of vision with poetry, but his exploration of words was not limited to poetry. As he wrote in his essay "The Road to Literature": "I should be a junior two student in 2005, and once I asked for a poem in my composition, which was my first debut poem named" Chao ". As a student at that time, I never thought about what I would stick to or my career in the future. It's the end of 20 18, and 13 years have passed. I have also asked myself why I want to write. Writing, in my opinion, is to build a castle for yourself. I am silent in the castle alone, and I also tell you stories through the castle. No one is born a writer, painter, dancer and singer ... this is no accident. But speaking of it, the road to growth may be accidental. It's like writing a poem for the first time. If I don't get the teacher's praise, I may not remember it. Teacher's comment: This poem expresses the poet's inner desire, yearning, pursuit and belief in never giving up his dream. Is that you? For beginners, this is very good, I hope to work hard. March 2, 20051. Teacher Zhang "
It was the teacher's encouragement that kept him writing poems. This is written as 13. 13 is just a number, but 13 is worth pondering.
If I were a light
Dunzhe Ling
If I were a light
My idea may not be equal to zero.
I won't cry like a child.
I will be admired and admired by all of you.
My only second is eternity in your eyes.
I can dream far away.
Whether it's cold or hot time and space.
If I were a light
My love will never stop and cool down.
It will always illuminate itself.
It's always on the road to travel.
But if I were a light
I'm afraid I don't know the meaning of time and feel bored.
I'm afraid I'm lonely, because I don't know the direction of my travel.
I'm afraid I'll be gone before you see it.
But I still want to be a light.
Even if bone fragments dissipate in empty space.
Can also come back from nothingness again
Even if it is billions of years, billions of years of waiting.
I can't even kneel.
Absolutely not
This is what I want to exist as light.
You just saw me.
But you'll never catch my footprints.
201April 4, 5.
This is just an easy-to-understand inspirational poem. On poetry, Dunzhe Ling said: "Poetry is not life, but life is poetry." As for writing, he thinks that everyone can do it, and there is no talent. In the article How to Write: "What is the most difficult thing in any art? Remember, it is to see the big in the small, the special in the ordinary, and turn decay into magic! So some articles, once read by everyone, make sense. But I think it's amazing that someone can write it. ..... All artistic paths are ideologically interlinked, because the paths of life are similar. There is a beginning and an end. But don't care about the beginning and the end, care about the process. Therefore, writing has a very important point, that is, writing should be "self-aware" from the beginning. In other words, you write for you to think about something and write it to yourself. And then show it to others. As I said: I write poetry not to save poetry, but to save myself. "
As a post-80s writer and poet, his poems have no gorgeous language, but they are memorable. Not much to say, choose a few songs I particularly like to share with you.
1, on the way
Dunzhe Ling
Hospitals are never short of people on the road.
The railway station is never short of people on the road.
Crematorium never lacks people on the road.
We've been on the road
Pass by sth, sb, somewhere
2. How did you come here?
Dunzhe Ling
I go to the streets to sell poems.
No matter what others ask.
I would say
What took you so long!
3. Waiting for a woman who doesn't exist
Dunzhe Ling
I'm?lying?on the bed
Waiting for a woman who doesn't exist
She's not coming.
But I firmly believe that the woman in my mind
inexistent
Doesn't mean it's meaningless.
There is also a description of writing in Dunzhe Ling's prose collection: I turn over what I have written one by one, as if each article is not what I finally need or what you need. The enthusiasm for feeling your own is slowly decreasing. I don't quite remember who said this sentence: "Silence made me start writing, but after writing, I became more silent." I believe this is a common problem of many people who write all the year round, and many people even announced the closure of the pen. Ending your writing with a sense of ceremony seems to be completing a life process. In our life, it is often what you need most and what you show most. Then there is Van Gogh's Decadence in Sunward, Lu Yao's Ordinary World, the humor of Chaplin and Mr. Bean ... Van Gogh only yearns for the enthusiasm and vitality of the decadent school in Sunward, but he himself is not; Lu Yao is very embarrassed, he has that kind of struggle desire in the ordinary world; Both Bean and Chaplin were depressed, but they brought endless happiness. It's true that fate is bad, but it also makes fate wonderful.
Can you understand the poem "Waiting for a nonexistent woman"? If you don't understand, you can read Dunzhe Ling himself. Please listen to me: "When you talk about life, you can remind people of time. Life is time! But I dare to guess that I spend much more time thinking than most of you. Thinking about this question seems a bit like "a dog bites its own tail" to me. "Keep turning around and biting, biting and letting go, biting again ... people who watch don't understand the significance of dogs doing this. In fact, dogs don't know what it means. I have been aware of this for many years. So I used a little poem to express this thinking. The title is "Waiting for a Non-existent Woman", and the poem is very short, so I will extract it. Everyone can't escape the idea. You can attribute them to the subconscious or any other factors. Fear of life is also an old topic. The greatest sorrow of our generation is the loss of awe. Just because I haven't committed suicide doesn't mean I haven't experienced fear and disease. "
There are many poets, and one kind of poem is transparent. The more you read, the closer you will find yourself to others and yourself. Read two more songs and feel yourself again. Dunzhe Ling's love poems.
4. Silent images
Dunzhe Ling
How long does it take to write a word?
Only the author knows.
I know you.
You know me.
Our courage to look back at each other.
Smaller than dust
That we dare not go to see the moment when we met.
I walk in the wind.
Feel the cold blowing on your face
This is your silent shadow
5. I really love you
Dunzhe Ling
Where does the spring breeze blow?
There was a string of silvery laughter.
But the spring breeze is not enough.
Where only the sun shines.
In order to be strong.
And where the sun is exposed
It is a cool tone that cannot be touched.
but
I really love you.
6. About love
Dunzhe Ling
I met a woman.
She was wearing thick black stockings.
I kissed her without hesitation.
I met another woman.
She is wearing a plaid shirt.
I kissed her without hesitation.
Every woman asks me
Do you love me?
I say to all people and women-of course I do.
Another woman passed by.
She smiled. Your life is a joke.
But this woman became my wife.
This is no joke.
This is a poem about love.
Can't laugh, can only cry.
Finally, I can hear you crying, too
Sorry, about love
I shouldn't be so serious-
The best love is like moonlight.
Slightly sprinkled on the earth.
7. My love
Dunzhe Ling
Look at yourself in the mirror.
I don't want to say a word of comfort.
You stand opposite me.
Wearing a black hollow eye patch
I knocked on the table twice.
Signal you that I'm coming.
You pretended not to see it.
I pretended not to notice.
After leaving, it began to rain.
Headphones remind me of singing.
Every drop of rain is silent.
Everyone is a passer-by
When I spoke again,
I forgot what I said.
I can only say casually.
Hello, my name is Stephen Chow!
8. Good morning
Dunzhe Ling
Five o'clock should not be a metaphorical moment.
At five o'clock, I say good night to you.
When you sit in the cold wind and have breakfast.
Who is next to you?
A young girl who just got off work in stockings.
She watched casually while drinking soybean milk.
Looking at the last impulse and anxiety of this night
The boy sitting opposite her found out.
Her red lips are getting lighter and lighter.
Only cleaners with brooms.
Dare to drink soybean milk.
The sound is very small and loud.
Just like the atmosphere at the moment, there seems to be no atmosphere, but there are actually many atmospheres.
The night burned a hole in the sky after all.
After the taxi driver escaped,
The rising sun fell out of the hole.
Dispel this group of silent people
In all the noise, another silent man was brought in.
I haven't slept yet-
9. To my readers
Dunzhe Ling
Many people are lonely.
Because I dare not take the first step.
I owe you an apology tonight.
Forget the poems I once wrote.
This is nothing at all.
When you take the first step,
It doesn't matter where the last step is.
Just like my apology today.
to the best of my belief
Standing at the crossroads of the next century
I must see my innocence and ignorance.
Those who used to be self-righteous and pretentious
Will become a laughing stock.
How about tonight?
I apologize in advance.
I'm sorry
I can't write good poems.
Sorry-
10, Qinling in the rain
Dunzhe Ling
It began to rain on my way.
In the rain—
I saw the Guanyin statue at the entrance of Qinling Mountain, still standing affectionately.
I'm in a hotel on Guangji Street.
Tears that should have been shed long ago
Qinling Mountains in Rain and Fog
You don't understand-
Let's just say it's really beautiful.
Life, time, love … these are the themes of literature. As the poet Dunzhe Ling said: "
Don't complain about ill-fated, ill-fated is opportunity. I dare not speculate why the 70-year-old woman jumped off the building. But I am willing to speculate that if Van Gogh persists for another 20 years, he will know how talented he is! I don't know how many more words to write, but I'm sure I can't write many, because life is too short. When you spend time reading this article, you also spend your whole life reading it. It is true that wasting time is tantamount to killing people for money. "
Mr Dunzhe Ling.
1 1, idiot
Dunzhe Ling
Don't laugh.
A fool is a tumbler in this world.
But I'm really scared-
Make yourself a tumbler.
Nepal uses "others are hell" to judge human beings.
Then what should I take to love fools!
Freedom in the world is like a joke.
Because Beijing is too small.
My body couldn't hold on, and I blew several people's souls.
Whatever you're doing.
The shackles of the world are there.
Don't laugh.
I do look like a fool.
If one day you see me.
Please smile at me.
I'm the one standing between a fool and you.
My name is embarrassed!
12, don't be afraid.
Dunzhe Ling
Even if everyone
Leave all of them.
Don't be afraid either.
You are still here!
I can't see you.
I know where I am!
Life is tired, and an article is more. Finally, I shared a poem called "Be Your Own Preacher". Dunzhe Ling is a missionary in Dunzhe Ling, and we are our missionaries. Thank him for telling me: I am everything to me.
Be your own missionary.
Dunzhe Ling
I won't convince others.
I allow them to be fascinated.
Obsessed with the beauty of this world
If this obsession burns like a flame
And I won't warn them to avoid it.
It doesn't matter who they are.
from this day onwards
I no longer have any identity.
I'm just my own missionary
I just need to be myself.
Everything is beautiful, just like the words "I love you"
Like a meteor.
But this is the life I want.
When you look up at me,
Don't make any more wishes
You must become your own missionaries.
It doesn't matter what you do.
That's not your label.
You are everything to you.
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