Real poetry requires hard work, and it is not easy to be a real poet. Don't think that a father or mother with suffering is a poem or a poet if she writes suffering in words. This is nonsense!
Poetry, it doesn't tell you clearly what it is and why, but it has charm to attract you to think about what it is and why. Please read the poem Hot Springs by Night Fish. Is it comfortable to soak in hot springs? Are you writing a hot spring holiday diary? Then it's not poetry.
(Zheng Zhengxi)
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Hot spring author: night fish
I like this looseness. This is divided,
And the double weightlessness caused by buoyancy and warmth.
Fill it in, as opposed to an old friend who is used to silence.
I am deep, waiting to disappear. ......
? I'm not silent, as long as you read.
But it's winter and there is no media.
Like butterfly wings, birds singing, branches and leaves? ..
The world is too fancy to find a metaphor to approach you.
Known languages are too noisy,
Only peace on bare arms,
Sometimes it is light blue, sometimes it is green.
Keywords Sino-Japanese Spring, Dongfeng, river bank,
Still retains the beauty that I can't help but stay here.
What I expected and what I never expected.
Is it amber, or does it dissipate into water vapor?
The spring water continued to transpiration, hazy.
The sky is thick and dark with ink,
It happens to be smudged with water color, sparkling and clouding.
Nature is generous, but we can't write our maze and why.
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Clusters of soft and fluffy reed fillers,
Slowly floating and trembling in the twilight,
Like dust and sand deposited in bones.
Like my soul, it gradually disappears in silence.
Regarding Zheng Zhengxi's closing speech at the first online poetry selection youth poetry club, he expressed the purpose of the meeting like this: Is it necessary to get everyone together to discuss poetry? State affairs? Because people usually pay more attention to their own poems. He doesn't talk much, and he is neither humble nor supercilious. He said that the participants we invited must meet two conditions: first, they are all powerful poets; Second, they are all clean people. If you don't have these two things, you are not qualified to attend our poetry meeting. Our invitation is not to see who is famous, so can we pass it? Make big money? Promote online poetry collections, which don't need that kind of publicity.
Perhaps because of adhering to such principles and concepts, this activity gave me a very comfortable feeling. I come from Shan Ye, and I instinctively avoid busy places. But these days, my maladjustment was completely appeased, and it fell asleep comfortably.
During the activity, I was as surprised and admired as other poets when I learned that Mr. Zheng Zhengxi was 75 years old. I thought he was under 60. Who would have thought that an old man over the age of ancient times could still fight against literary corruption with such abundant energy and high morale and volunteer to write poems year after year without regrets? Ah, not a poetry volunteer. A volunteer usually pays only time and energy, and he also pays a pension.
Yesterday, an image came to my mind and I couldn't get rid of it. Strong teeth in an aging mouth.
Yes, that's him. Mr. Zheng Zhengxi. The guardian and martyr of poetry. Teacher Zheng.