Author brief introduction Zheng Min, a modern poetess and professor. Born in September 1920. Fujian Minhou people. My father is a student studying in France. After returning to China, he worked as an engineer in Liuhegou Coal Mine in Henan Province. She/Kloc-went to primary school at the age of 0/0 and went back to Beijing with her mother. After the "September 18th Incident", the whole family moved to Nanjing, and she was admitted to Jiangsu Nanjing Girls' Middle School. After the Anti-Japanese War began, I went to Chongqing and entered Shapingba Nanyu Middle School. 1939 was admitted to the Department of Foreign Literature of the National The National SouthWest Associated University, and then transferred to the Department of Philosophy. 1943 After graduation, I went to study in the United States and entered Brown University. 1950, transferred to the Graduate School of Illinois State University. Master of English literature 195 1. During this period, I worked in English news and telecommunications translation. From 65438 to 0956, he returned to China to study English literature in the Foreign Literature Department of the College of Literature. 1960 was transferred to the Foreign Languages Department of Beijing Normal University and has been engaged in teaching since then. His creation began at 1942. The early poetry collections include poetry collection-1942- 1947 (Shanghai Cultural Life Publishing House, one of the literary series edited by Ba Jin); There are also some articles and comments in the supplements of Ta Kung Pao and Yi Shi Daily. 1976, 10 months later, he published poems in magazines such as Poetry Magazine, Star and Hong Kong Eighth Route. Because of their similar artistic styles, he is closely related to Wang Xindi, Cao Xinzhi, Tang Qi, Tang Shu, Chen, Du, Yuan Kejia and Mu Dan. Co-published Nine Leaves Collection (Jiangsu People's Publishing House) 1980. He has published many papers and some translated poems on western literature and classical philosophy.
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Kite (1)
Although so naughty,/like a child holding his mother's hand/running to the toy. /Like an unruly fierce horse,/Jumping, spinning, standing upside down,/refusing to be tamed by its master,/Although it can't go through the clouds forever, forever/upwards, and fly to the universe/until it joins the stars,/It makes my arms tense/My heart is excited with satisfaction,/It's a contest of strength,/My mother is proud of the heavy baby in her arms,/Feng/Fighting for you.
Kite (2)
Kite, you fly out of my heart,/Like a seabird flying off the coast at dawn,/Soaring to meet the dawn,/Let the distant cold wind blow/Blow off your feathers,/You suck/The freshness of Saibei excitedly,/I don't know where you are going,/Once you fly out of my heart,/Like a seabird getting rid of the rocky coast,/Wild horses getting rid of the reins,/You have everything. Kite, my soul, my ideal,/but I can't lock you in my arms,/fly away, except/you want to fly with the wind,/you have nothing to ask for,/for example, a golden kite,/an emerald kite, a diamond kite .../But they can't fly,/they only have a bamboo skeleton,/and they are clear about mountains and water. /It is my messenger to the future./Every spring I put forward my wish to history./I will get the answer in the patience of the mountain, the vastness of the sea/the humility of the grass.
Epiphyllum quietly opened again (below)
She came in from the darkness outside,/with a slight smile on her mouth and a youthful glow on her forehead:/"The epiphyllum has quietly opened again." Yes, when the night brings quiet meditation,/the vitality of youth gradually falls into a dream,/Zhang Mingliang's face suddenly flashes,/from a distant corner,/sincere, young, eager, warm .../It falls in the silent heart valley of mother in the dark velvet night/echoing the cuckoo sound in early spring,/chasing the desire of cuckoo sound/but everything is so quiet,/except the corners of the mouth. /In the dark,/Epiphyllum quietly opened again.
pearl
How many years have you slept at the bottom of the sea? /Time has not passed in vain./The rainbow shines freely on the concave and convex pearl surface, with a reddish tinge. /Real pearls/Not the most perfect pearls. Pearls cultivated on time,/pearls are full and round,/there are only a handful of them, and the size is the same,/on beautiful wrists, breasts and necks/dazzling, the most perfect pearls,/but ... they are not real pearls. What is more like a pearl than virtue? /That's the most real, maybe not the most beautiful,/That's the most beautiful, maybe not the most real,/My mind is always attracted by/the uneven pearl surface,/because it has news of the sea.
Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the Qin Dynasty
Rows,/teams, gushing out of the ground,/horses, flying manes,/kicking front hooves, accompanying you. /You,/Come out of a deep sleep,/Your eyelids are still drooping,/Old dreams hang heavily on your clothes,/And the pain in that dark grave,/You have been buried for two thousand years,/However, you are like a mountain-building movement,/You suddenly come out of the grave,/A sea-building movement,/Suddenly flock to the plain,/The sun is so warm,/Bathing you. However, you haven't fully awakened/it seems that your body is moving,/and the bound mind is still getting rid of the shroud./Kissing sunshine is like a lover's kiss./It will bring you/the magnificent buried power/back to the world and bring you/the land waiting for your awakening./When you open your eyes for the first time for two thousand years/your closed lips will open slightly,/and spit out a low voice. Nothing is new in front of you except the sun.
The idea of winter morning
* * * Yang Shulin,/railing The orange-red sun/bicycle is like water in the morning, and it flows across the road in the morning fog. /Blow away! The morning breeze, with your cold, blows away/the anxiety of the night, the suspense of the dream,/lets the world enter your mind/all the pearls are in the wind and rain/liberates the green cypress branches. /Behind the cyclist, there is a heartfelt depression/vomit. Since childhood, people have been solving one problem after another. The problem is the stone stairs of Huangshan Mountain, but it is endless climbing. For children,/only for children,/it is an orange hanging behind the winter forest,/it seems that we can reach it,/and we are climbing the stone steps layer by layer. /The pleasure of traveling,/The scenery in front of every traveler,/Generation after generation, climbing the stone steps/We have seen the orange of the earth/Several oranges in the universe, but the universe/is an endless space that needs the sun to illuminate, the space outside the space, the still space/space .../Where there is no light, it is darkness. Let the reality enter your chest,/every winter poplar,/sleeping grass .../The suffocating breath in your chest falls behind,/Simple and non-stop bicycles take turns to pass through the fog and fly over the road,/The running water is still/The running water beyond the running water .../The place without running water is lonely.
Appreciation of Zheng Min's Search Collection won the third prize of excellent poetry collection of Chinese Writers Association, and also won the star poetry publication creation award 1982- 1983. However, Zheng Min is an old poet in contemporary poetry. She began to write poetry in her early forties, and in her late forties, she already enjoyed the title of poetry and published a collection of poems. At that time, she tended to write lyrical philosophical poems. On the intellectual support, those poems show her feelings, understanding and experiences about the universe, life and society bit by bit, step by step, patiently and leisurely, and show them charming with vivid language and various metaphors. Zheng Min's early poems are famous for her feelings: at first glance, she seems to be describing things, but in fact, the words in her poems point to her feelings, which are very subjective, so she has her own feelings. After 30 years' interruption, she is full of vitality in her poetry creation in the new period. Search Collection is a collection of poems written by Zheng Min before 1985. The second childhood and the sea was written in the early spring of 1982, which was an important starting point for her creation. However, when collecting poems, probably because the length is too long, a lot of content was deleted. By erasing prejudice and formulas, the poet thinks that the second childhood of history and her own is a turning point; The revelation of the sea is: "Safe calm is the most dangerous death,/waves full of danger are life." Poetry group is a meditation on history and life. In terms of art, it has a very successful internal structure, fine lines and networks, and the operation of ideas and images is like flowing water, full of hints, inspiration and emotional shock waves. Using the expanded structure method, the poetry group came to an abrupt end in * * * *, which brought surprises and inner excitement to the readers, and their minds were suddenly enlightened and their wisdom suddenly broke out. Zheng Min is good at choosing fresh and unique images, digging deeply and giving them symbolic meaning, especially using image thinking, unfolding delicately and calmly, and thinking creatively, which is a kind of beautiful enjoyment to read. "terracotta warriors" captures the most distinctive details of the unearthed terracotta warriors and describes them. The running context of the whole poem is the contrast before and after excavation, and it is the sharp contrast between the dark grave and the bright sunshine. This is an artistically complete poem about objects, which shows the poet's good ability to "watch" calmly and consciously, and he will be very touched. It is natural to praise the great times in the poem about objects. This poem has the calmness and objectivity of western poetry about objects, and also has a very distinctive time, which is unanimously recognized as an excellent poem. The poem Epiphyllum Blooms Quietly is very unique in conception. When a girl who is usually in a quiet mood comes from the dark and reports that the epiphyllum is quietly blooming, the girl is like an epiphyllum, and her heart is echoed with the sound of early spring. This is a truly brilliant epiphyllum. From the perspective of longing, I am longing for a rainy night. Looking back at the rainy night in my youth with a faint melancholy that is almost imperceptible: rivers, weeping willows, drizzle and hazy lakes, the poet renders an infinite realm like a quiet dream. Zheng Min's poems often give people a sense of surprise, images full of emotional interest and rational brilliance, infectious scenes and good internal structure, which constitute the charm of Zheng Min's poems. In the forties, Zheng Min was still young, and her personal growth was not profound enough. As an art, her poetry at that time was transformed perfectly, but it was relatively easy. After 1979, Zheng Min encountered the problem of how to turn profound experiences and feelings into artistic reality, that is, the perfection, completion or maturity of artistic forms. In her creation, transformation includes three parts: understanding, intellectuality and sensibility. Understanding is the crystallization of ordinary things, such as the spire of a church, otherwise poetry has no height. Intellectuality keeps the poet awake forever, but it doesn't mean that he can't tell a lot of truth. The idea of poetry should be contained in "things". Intellectuality is related to artistic structure. Without intellectuality, poetry seems untenable. Perception is the starting point and destination, and cannot be overwhelmed by intellectuality. The problem of writing poetry lies in the moderate and subtle adjustment of the three. In dealing with the relationship between the three, Zheng Min is changing and advancing. After 1985, she found a deeper source of creation and a new way of transformation, so her poems are deeper, more concise and more meaningful.