Yesterday, Chengdu Business Daily reporter learned that Xu Lizhi, a post-90s Shenzhen poet who was once known as the successor of working literature, fell to his death on June 0, 20 14, and the police suspected that he committed suicide. The last poem I left before I died, "As I Lay Dying," wrote: I came well and left well.
First of all, suicide is forbidden by heaven, and suicide is also a stupid act. The suicide of poets in ancient and modern China is not unusual news, because poets are all ordinary people, including secular desires. Generally, poets are sensitive to emotions, and only sensitivity can write good poems. Haizi, a famous poet in China, is a very sensitive poet. Although it is difficult for ordinary people to understand such poets, their behavior is surprising after all. In fact, poets are not as whimsical as we say, and usually cannot return to the life of large groups. They always like to be alone. I don't think it's that poets don't like to integrate into the big society and shut themselves in a dark corner. I think it is normal for a poet to be sensitive to emotions and have strange thinking. If a poet is insensitive to emotion and thinks strangely, he will definitely not write a good poem. I am also a poet who likes writing, and I have the same psychological symptoms. If I don't have sensitive feelings and strange thinking, I can't write a good poem. The ancients said: anger can become a poet, which is the truth. Although the poet is a loner, there are reasons. There is a saying that describes the poet like this. Everyone sleeps, but I wake up alone.
It is no accident that Xu Lizhi, a poet born in 1990s, committed suicide, nor did he say that he was tired of living. No matter how many conclusions we give, the poet's suicide is a blank sheet of paper, because people have passed away. But one thing we must think clearly is that the poet's suicide is also an act of dissatisfaction with the times. To put it mildly, it is also the art of discontent. Take the poet Xu Lizhi as an example. He should pursue a beautiful dream like us in his prime of life, and should not die young before he realizes his dream in the middle of his life. Of course, everyone has the right to choose his own life, but he ignores that life is given by his parents, and he really has no right to choose suicide.
In this era of money worship, especially poets belong to the disadvantaged groups. Some poets have no fixed place to live, and always feel that they are brilliant, not as good as rich and powerful people. Of course, there is a gap between the rich and the poor in our society, and there is also a lack of fair competition in our society. For example, Xu Lizhi, a poet, is in exile, and there will naturally be bitterness and suffering behind his work. Getting a salary from Weibo will not be affirmed by the upper class, and it is also a kind of discrimination in the end. He's not the only one. Many migrant workers have the same experience. Although money can be used to balance the specimens of the times, it is the sorrow of the times and the sorrow of people.
Moreover, in this age of capable people, if the disadvantaged groups are not taken good care of, some of them will naturally choose to use their lives to read the sorrow of the times. Of course, poets are a particularly vulnerable group. They are not much better than other vulnerable groups. Usually, their emotions are very sensitive. Once they don't get fair respect, their hearts will be dark and go to extremes. Because poets are fairer and more respected than any other group, they have no great wealth because they are aloof. Usually, most poets regard money as dirt. Of course, in this noisy era, some poets are hard to be exaggerated by eyes and ears. Poets are also the most insecure. They are afraid that this era will not give them a sense of security. So I often say that in this noisy era, poets had better not exist, unless they are really different, and another kind of poet just keeps pace with the times has emerged.
In retrospect, like Xu Lizhi, a poet who committed suicide, I didn't quite understand what he needed, but I was reading his poems, such as the following lines: I knew that one day "people I know and don't know" would come into my room, "clean up the debris I left behind", "clean up the black blood dripping from the floor", "set the messy tables and chairs", "take out the moldy garbage" and take back the clothes on the balcony. The whole process was orderly and solemn. After all this, people lined up to leave and then quietly closed the door for me.
Seeing these poems reminds me of the loneliness and helplessness of this young migrant poet, and even reveals the despair of life. Writing here, I naturally feel the same way, directly saying that poets are sensitive. However, I disagree with several points. First, I don't approve of the idea of suicide. No matter how rough life is, we should cherish it. Second, we should have the courage to live and pursue the ideal of life. Third, society needs positive energy, and we should create value for society. Although poets belong to the disadvantaged group, life is precious. As long as there is one time, there will be no second time. Therefore, poets should live strong regardless of grievances and discrimination. In the past, some poets were deprived of fairness and dignity, or went to extreme suicide because of various social pressures and other factors. This is not a good stupid behavior, but also a cowardly behavior.
If you don't want to say more, it's no use saying more. In fact, I think this young poet with hands and feet should have no problem surviving, but who knows the story behind him for a long time? But I'm not sure if he chose to kill himself. But as we all know, the loneliness and entanglement in the hearts of ordinary poets, and even factors such as inferiority and autism will also make poets have suicidal thoughts. No matter how we come to the conclusion, there is one thing that we should know how to reflect. People should finally learn to be grateful and know that the world is beautiful, so people should also have a beautiful heart, cherish life and cherish their homes.
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