Prose: Going Back to the Original Point and Appreciating Poetry

After writing poetry for so long, I feel that I don't understand the essence of poetry, but I still follow the words with my heart. There is no rhyme. If an expert reads it, he may say that it is not a poem at all, but a bunch of words. In fact, I feel that I am not writing a poem, but expressing my feelings. I feel that these words are not rigid but smart notes, beating the heart sounds that are easily injured, susceptible and excited.

I don't feel qualified to comment on a poem. So I can only talk about my inner feelings.

I think if a poem is compared to a dish, the author is a chef and the reader is a vegetable taster. If a good vegetable taster is a gourmet, that is, a good poetry critic, I think I am just a little woman who can cook several home-cooked dishes, and I can only taste the taste of home-cooked dishes, but I can't appreciate the essence of food, let alone those unfathomable nutrients.

I like fresh and natural original dishes. Although braised in brown sauce is beautiful, I still like steaming, which is the real raw material taste without any seasoning. As a dish of poetry, color and shape are the language expression of poetry, gorgeous and simple, while taste is the soul of poetry. Nowadays, many poems, like stalls in hotels, are beautiful in color and taste. Poetry, which is a mere formality, has gorgeous language, but lacks an inner spirituality in details.

I chose a tasteful poem from the collection of poems by the poet Deng to express my views on poetry. Eternal Love Song Eternal Love Song/Eternal Girl/Eternal Love Song/Eternal First Love; The rain in the first love/is the eternal beauty of life/I can't find words for many years/to express my feelings at that time; No longer use vague ways to transform/recall the past/that is, stones-/and never forget the breakup under the galaxy; Every time I walk into the blue sky where the stars talk/a new nostalgia-/Always ask/Who is your light in the Milky Way; I remember that meeting/It rained in Mao Mao/You and I used rain as curtains/Through emotion. Say with a cold gesture/can't cross, can't cross; I met that starlight again last night/I want to reschedule the program. Q/ My eternal girl/I'm still that handsome guy/I just went to Young Victor with the stars. "

This poem is not a classic of the poet, but it is a poem that the poet calls back to the origin. It is like a wild vegetable in the field. Without special materials, it is quietly placed in the corner of the dining table, naturally emitting its own freshness. The poet returned to the source of poetry with a brand-new concept and made a new attempt to the source of poetry with pure feelings.

A quiet campus atmosphere washes away the flowers in the world and gives us a new understanding of poetry. A feeling of returning to nature is quietly blooming. What is poetry? Poetry is natural. It is the truest human nature, a natural simplicity, the exile of true feelings and the burning of feelings. We ordinary people express my heart with an ordinary heart. This is a poem in my heart.

As Yan Xiangzi, a writer and poet, said when commenting on this poem, "It is better not to pursue it when writing a poem." However, I don't think modern poetry can only be the patent of some people, such as the so-called poets, and there is no need to pay special attention to certain schools. Of course, diversification is better than pursuing the so-called "mainstream". There is nothing wrong with making poetry a literary form in which people can express their feelings in an eclectic way. So I often write poems without any pure literary purpose, just as an emotional sustenance, and sometimes I jump out to reread them, which is more poetic than the so-called "poems" I deliberately make. This is the so-called "Kung Fu is beyond poetry". "