Although I am a Chinese language and literature major, I have returned what I have learned to my teacher, and my literary accomplishment and knowledge level are limited. Reading poetry, all I can do is experience emotion and try love.
The whole collection of poems should be what the poet Chen Nianxi felt when he set foot on mountains and rivers. My own obvious feeling is:
First, poets like to use "white", and images such as snowflakes, rivers, reeds and moonlight appear many times. For poets, "white" should be pure and pure, which is the poet's desire for truth, goodness and beauty.
Second, there are a lot of repetitive images and emotions, which may be because of poetry collections. My notes when I read poetry: Poets love to express the feeling of time passing with images such as rivers, the moon and the wind, and they are reluctant to give up day and night, making the world irrelevant. Love uses seasonal things such as snow and flowers to feel the right and wrong of things. If it is a collection of poems, the similarity is really high. I didn't feel this way after reading several articles by Haizi.
Thirdly, the poems about the poet's personal experience are really good, while others are relatively poor, and sometimes they are slightly deliberate or lack stamina in simple emotional expression. Compare two poems:
father
In the past 48 days,
You are more like a flying man.
The world is in pear blossom in far from heaven.
Gently open in the beautiful Guang Chen.
I am like an old man.
White hair hangs from the forehead.
Spread it for the rest of my life.
The wind blew through the bones.
Since you left, life has become more empty.
I am guarding the peach tree you planted.
Just like when I was a child, I followed you up the mountain to herd sheep.
The lost lamb
Many changes have taken place in the world over the years.
Woodworking skills in your life
Like old wood rotting on the ground.
Time is like a flood, thousands of miles away.
We stood by the river and became irrelevant.
Now I am a real loner.
The father of a fatherless man
In fact, I was old many years ago.
Your departure made me
Go to the old room again
Playing basketball with paralyzed father
Father liked basketball when he was young.
I wasn't there then.
There was no food then.
Basketball was rare at that time.
He traded three wells for a ticket.
Don't get tired of being too happy.
Then mom came.
I'm coming.
Grandfather drove a crane west.
Basketball has become small and heavy.
Finally, I walked away completely, as if I would never again.
Distant relatives who come to the door
A father who plays basketball.
Father without basketball.
Just like the difference between a peach tree and a plum tree.
This is what I happened to see.
My father went back to bed two years ago.
Back to baby time
Eat very little every day
He knows that I am in this world.
I don't know which way I am.
During the Spring Festival this year,
I brought a basketball back to my son.
Father reached out and touched it and put it on his bed.
last night
Two quilts spread out a yard.
We spent the whole night.
Jump, shout, shout.
I woke up wet with two old and new undershirts.
Personally, I prefer the second song.
Before reading the last ten poems in this collection of poems, I intend to hit Samsung. However, in the last ten songs, my hometown notes, the story of two cows, meaning, son and cracked story raised my inner score to four stars. On the whole, it is worth reading. In addition, share a few more songs:
The drought in southern Shaanxi, who has read my poems, has never been grateful. My father's night scene is only a heavy snow. At the gate of Lu Xun's cemetery, his eyes are guilty and deaf, which connects all the beautiful days on earth in detail, telling stories, playing basketball with his paralyzed father, Yang Zhai and Yang Zi, and Shan Xing Huang.
Cut the crap and pick up the book!