Wu Shaodong, born in 1967, is from Hefei, Anhui. He began writing poetry in the mid-1980s. His works have been published in dozens of domestic literary publications such as "Poetry Magazine", and many poems have been translated into English, French, Korean and other languages, and composed to music and sung. Winner of the China Outstanding Young Poets Award, the special prize of the 4th "World Chinese Poetry Grand Prix", the first prize of the first "Chinese Poet Cihang Award", and the title of "Top Ten Anhui Poets in the New Century". His early poems were collected in "Brilliant Loneliness". After 2010, he published a geographical essay "The Most Beautiful Rivers and Lakes" and a collection of poems "Book of Beginning of Summer".
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The wandering mind of all things and the possession of history
——A brief introduction to Wu Shaodong’s travel poems
Wen Jingtian
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? Really good poetry often finds a new path out of impossible desperate situations, and often opens up unique stories among the most ordinary things. angle. Both are enviable. Poems have been written for a long time, and it is not easy to write new ones again. At this point, as a returning poet who debuted and became famous very early, Wu Shaodong used tireless writing to give his poetry two springs.
When people reach their prime, they travel more and more, and the encounter and coexistence between the abundance and lack of the human heart and the scenery of all things is a common theme of poetry. How to handle it properly, follow inner feelings, and be innovative in artistic expression is a new topic. The poet Wu Shaodong wrote a large number of travel poems and made many attempts to explore realms of innovation and rich connotations.
For example, in "In Beizi Temple", the poet combines the vast landscape with the religious scene in a calm and natural way, integrating metaphors and details, out of the casual philosophical atmosphere, making people understand and understand, and has become famous. articles.
In "In Hengshan", the poet uses "I also saw / the rising sun and the setting sun like / two thumbtacks, nailing good and evil / at the height of looking up. / The road down the mountain divides / the atonement of sins. Sentences like "Both sides", through the sunrise and sunset on the mountain road, describe the thoughts of the world's people, which are quite profound and secretly portray the theme of "eternity" in detail.
Another example is "The Rain Has Not Falled Yet": "I have lost weight before the summer, but / the rain has not yet come. / a rain of birds attacks / in the empty sky , / This rapid dry pen, / is beyond the celestial phenomena I observe at night. "The calligraphy with rich oriental aesthetic temperament is used to describe the magic. One sentence creates two realms, and the two realms merge into one heart. This description is consistent with the inner lyricism and skill. Deep and vigorous aftertaste.
As the saying goes, everything moves in the heart, and the heart makes it happen. In fact, this is a wonderful effect produced by the active transformation of the poetic language and structural aura; on the other hand, all things, as messengers of the Creator, vaguely react on the poet's writing, producing a palindromic effect in a dialogue state. For example, "the flying bird like raindrops", "the rising sun and setting sun like thumbtacks", or even "the lama coming shaking a bunch of keys" and so on.
Different from romantic, introspective, and experiential expressions, Wu Shaodong's travel poems also include the substitution and displacement of a sense of history. Let’s call it historical possession. The scenery in the geographical environment has a natural sense of presence and a quiet atmosphere relative to the heart. When a person is in it, life experience is interactive, but more importantly, the larger hidden thread of humanities, blood, and national history runs through it. Usually few people can discover it, and it affects everything and the self in a more abundant and essential way. association.
In "Crossing the Meiling Post Road", the poet uses hallucination techniques to depict the ancestors and ancestors in humanistic history, and uses the time and place to travel through time and place to immerse himself in the scenery of Meiling at this moment. The poet saw many stones standing among the ruins of the cliff stone, wearing clothes of different dynasties, walking individually. They include business travelers, swordsmen on the run, scholars rushing to take exams, young wives looking for husbands, etc. They are already shaped like wood and stone. At this spatial point, the hidden thread of time is drawn out, which increases the narrative dimension and broadens the duality of the existential field: reality and nothingness. There are even visions of seeing a grandfather he has never met and his own hidden figure. Here, surreal brushwork is used to strengthen the historical ownership of Meiling Post Road. The lines are moved and the two lines are walked, making a journey The journey goes from the appearance of color and emptiness to the essential consciousness of life.
? "Passing the Taipu Temple Flag" is another perspective expression of the same observation. The place of travel is in northern Xinjiang, but the poet comes from Anhui, a relatively southern place. It seems that there is no connection, but in fact the humanistic blood is consistent. At the beginning of the poem, the poet confessed, "I come from the state of Wei." The south is fishing and the north is hunting, and the lifestyles are different; the north is long and the wicker conveys feelings, and the south is wicker, and the emotional expression is also different; the grassland is like the sea, and the sea is like the grassland, and the environment is completely different. ——But all these comparisons are not comparisons between philosophical analysis and sociology, but the juxtaposition of two subjects attributed to the structure of poetry, which instead creates a differentiated beauty that contrasts with each other. This kind of differentiation is unified by the harmonious sense of spiritual history, which is the "love of one country" mentioned at the end of the poem. I appreciate such poems about the motherland, which truly dig into the source of life and history.
? The so-called historical possession is not only the connection between the past self and the bloodline going back, but also the materialization of love, hatred, anger, delusion and delusion that have accumulated over the years. "Chinese Valentine's Day, from Riyue Mountain to Qinghai Lake", like this, has a complex flavor of Tang poetry's magnificence and mourning for ancient times; and a short poem "Crossing the Pihe River" is like a sharp knife, cold and concise, bringing together the war scenes of seventy years ago. Faintly reappearing, the warrior's blood and body are assimilated to the river peaks, with tenacious feelings and broad strength. The poetic nature combines the history of war, national history and many potential personal spiritual histories, making people deeply awakened.
The above are some of the best works I have selected from Wu Shaodong’s travel-themed poems, and there are many more excellent works with new perspectives that have the characteristics of multi-dimensional poetry. For example, "The Book of Beginning of Summer" takes away the specific geographical location, focusing on the changes in the seasons, looking for the eternity of the self and the heartbeat of the earth; there are also some works such as "The Earth is a Bright Lantern", which are shaped by abstract thinking and written It embodies the existential connection between human beings and the planet, which is clear and pure. It is even more like the masterpiece "Quick Snow and Clear Tie", which depicts the elegant posture of solitary soul, subtlety, reflection and self-reflection, which is admirable. Not much to say here.
? It is difficult to write travel poems because it is difficult to come up with new ones. The poet Wu Shaodong strengthens the imaginary interface of the axis of time and the dimension of history, and reflects the human form and soul of reality. This kind of cognition and practice is very good. It originates from the self, but is greater than the self; taking care of the self also takes care of all things, which is actually taking care of all living beings on the human level.
? Walking is the solution to doubts; poetry is liberation. Walking poetry is a vibrant "living".
Attached: Some poems by Wu Shaodong
In Hengshan
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I know
< p>The road of pilgrimageThere is no straightforward story.
The creators of gods always placed
temples for worship
on peaks and cliffs.
Ax-hewn rock
Straight pines are
deep foundations and fulcrums.
The sound of the bell is as distant as the wind
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In Hengshan
I saw the hanging temple and
A solitary stick of smoke.
This is different from the incense burners
Scattered prayers
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I also saw
the morning sun and Sunset image
Two thumbtacks, nailing good and evil
at the height of looking up.
The road down the mountain will
be divided into two sides
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Chinese Valentine’s Day, from Riyue Mountain to Qinghai Lake
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Such a long day.
From Datong Mountain to Qinghai Lake
Soothing grass and clouds all day long
accompany you. The grassy beach lays out the sentence patterns of the Han and Tang Dynasties
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I know this long day
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau breaks through the limitations of sadness,
Chant Recite Siberian Polygonum, Echinacea, and Splendens splendens.
Chanting the Lost Constellations.
The day I describe is getting late,
The cormorants and bar-headed geese that have disappeared
The loneliness is higher than the plateau
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At the Riyue Mountain Pass
I pressed my cloud head and looked back at the origins of one nation and another
and the entangled peaks of Hada.
The broken tears and mirrors still
fell on the cold Gobi.
Princess traveling to the west, where are you?
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At this moment, the long clouds in Qinghai fade away
The snow peaks disappear, Erlang Sword Insert towards the center of the lake.
I stand on the edge of the sword, thinking about the distance
. The people I love and the people who love me
are outside the light, and the encounters and adventures
have also been forgotten. It’s just
Tonight is the Chinese Valentine’s Day, and the moonlight in the sky
reminds me to breathe
It’s night, the Milky Way is brilliant
Qinghai Lake is completely covered in black Got me.
Insects in amber live towards death.
This night, I followed the prayer flags chanted in the wind and appeared and disappeared
Plateau, basin and plains
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Note: Erlang Sword, a narrow strip of land on the southeastern shore of Qinghai Lake, submerses into the lake from south to north, resembling a long sword
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Crossing Meiling Post Road
< p> ?There are no duplicate bluestones on Meiling Post Road.
The pieces are laid next to each other, like
long-lasting piano keys, each step falls still has a different echo
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The musical notes are still the same as before
Hanging on the road from Raozhou to Huizhou
Like the clouds above the ancient path, it is indistinguishable
Which one is me hanging alone?
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Those fragmented sentences stuck deep in the cliff were once
I can recognize the complete narrative. out. Squeezed among a few broken monuments
but his life and death are unknown.
The smell of reins exudes from the horse-tying stones, mixed in
the resurgence of the stones, with some salt and silk tea scattered nearby
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The fallen archway, with cracks showing through.
The green grass. Under the fallen rapeseed beside the road
The frogs still croaked lonely
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Walking through it, I suddenly saw many rocks standing up
Wearing the costumes of different dynasties, they walked separately.
I can identify their identity and status from their appearance -
Business travelers who have traveled or returned from afar, escaped swordsmen
Scholars rushing to take exams and Young women looking for their husbands... They
passed me by, walking in the same direction as me or
in the opposite direction, their bodies like thatch beside the road
< p> Shake. I even got to see my grandfather, whom I had never met before, appear and walk toward me.My own shadow also stood up and walked
Walking in front of me
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This sudden situation, It horrified me.
My panicked shadow returned to its original shape in an instant
Pressed against the walking stones, like dominoes
Falling down, reappearing the original stripes and order
Reproduce the tranquility of the sun
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Reproduce the greenness of the mountains and the vastness of the world
The stone path that separates spring is the Swimming through the mountains
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Note: The Meiling Ancient Post Road was built in the late Tang Dynasty, more than 1,100 years ago. It was an important commercial road from ancient Raozhou to ancient Huizhou. Paved with various stones. The seven-kilometer Meiling section in Chongtian Village, Fuchun Town, Wuyuan County is the most famous section.
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Crossing the Pihe River
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When crossing the Pihe River
It was getting late. The early winter rain fell into the river
and flowed away from the Dabie Mountains
Like the soldiers who waded away seventy years ago
died silently.
There are also those who walk on the bones of a foreign land
and come out, like the tip of a white horse,
become the peak
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< p> Note: 1. The Pihe River has a total length of 260 kilometers and a drainage area of ??6,000 square kilometers. It has clear water and lush forests on both sides. It is a large river that flows through Huoshan County, Yuexi County and Lu'an City, the old revolutionary areas of China; Chinese Revolutionary War During this period, 100,000 passionate young people crossed the Peishui River to join the army and fought in the south and north.Dozens of them became generals of the Republic of China;
2. Baimajian, Dabie Mountain A peak with an altitude of 1777 meters.
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In Beizi Temple
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The blue clouds are gathering
The grassland in the sky is still vast .
We sat on the steps of Beizi Temple
smoking cigarettes and watching the sun penetrate the clouds.
The summer wind is dry, but the direction of the wind is uncertain——
My smoke drifts towards you, and the tips of your hair touch me.
The lama in the distance, in the shadow of the clouds
Baring his arms, shaking a bunch of keys
Coming
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Passing the Taipusi Banner
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I come from the State of Wei.
The three kingdoms in the banner area belong to Cao Wei. Cao Cao is my fellow countryman.
Chu head and Wu tail, Wei is my true body
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The southern and northern kingdoms face each other, each hunting and fishing.
Your horse is like snow, and the fish in my lake are like silver
The grassland and the lake are as open as the lake
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Your long tune is on fire, Crossing Aobao
My short song dipped in water and brushed against the wicker.
We all sing love songs
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The grass is undulating, and the sheep are like white rocks
Growing in Gombolag .
The river flows eastward, like a blue hada
Floating towards the grassland-like sea
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The matouqin sobs and excites< /p>
Like a winding river
The flute is remote and long
Like a vast grassland
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The land blown by the summer wind
As fragrant as a girl
Nasturtium, malan, jasmine, gardenia
You are all poison to kill me
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You welcome me with dismounted wine
I send you off with a singing song
From the plains to the plateau
Every step I take makes me look drunk
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Taipu Temple, grassland people
You and I have been in love with each other since the Wei Dynasty
< p> ?Note: Hefei and Taipusi Banners both belonged to Wei during the Three Kingdoms period
Wen Jingtian, poet, was born in Chengde, Hebei in 1978. He has been practicing neo-surrealist writing for many years , has published poems, prose poems, literary reviews, etc. in more than 200 domestic journals and magazines, and published poetry collections "Hymn to the Immortal Wind" and "Peerless Book"