Walking into Shizhangzhuang, green hills stand on both sides, with lush vegetation and long and narrow valleys. A big river flows slowly through people on both sides. Pacing along the river bank into the ditch is like traveling in a picture world!
Yanshan mountain range, naturally there is no shortage of stones. These big stones from the deep mountains, after being processed by skilled craftsmen, carved beautiful lines and stood on both sides of the road. People in Shangzhuang scattered the seeds of poetry in every corner of the village, just like planting the seeds of dreams. When the seeds come out, absorb the breath of heaven and earth, bathe in the mountain wind, suck the morning dew, and the autumn wind comes, they have grown into beautiful poems.
On the stone tablet in the village square, fine print keeps the words of hometown poets in people's daily life forever. Poets are not far away, and literature is not profound. How lucky it is to choose a quiet place to have a rest, concentrate on a poem, recite a poem slowly and feel the charm of the poem after a meal or in the slack season. Poetry and distance are in the present, why not be afraid of the present?
In my childhood, all field work was extremely boring in my eyes, and I ignored the wild scenery and beautiful mountains. And the poet Liu Zhang, driving sheep up the mountain to eat grass, the most common mountain scenery has also become a beautiful poem. Only those who truly love life can be full of enthusiasm for life and work and maintain a sense of life, beauty and poetry.
Liu Zhang has been engaged in building fields and dams, cutting trees and weeding, grazing on mountains, and has also been a production captain. His life is solid and profound, and his rural life experience and local feelings provide inexhaustible materials for his poetry creation. Over the past 40 years, it has formed a unique artistic style. Liu Zhang occupies a high position in the contemporary poetry circles in China, and has published 27 poems, including Selected Works of Liu Zhang, Love Poems of Liu Zhang's Hometown, Selected Essays of Liu Zhang and Love in Beishan. His works are unique and are rare talents.
Many children stood in front of the poem written by the poet Liu Fujun. The poet worked as a soldier, went into business and finally devoted himself to poetry creation. He wrote many poems about his mother, which attracted great attention after publication. With deep feelings for the people in my hometown, I actively build a poetry town. Let Shangzhuang's poetry culture drive the people to get rich and extend their hometown culture.
Teacher Li of Zhilian leads the children to appreciate this poem together.
Ten o'clock in the morning/the earth was quiet/the sun lifted the dew to the sky/mother walked out of the old house/watched the ups and downs of the distant mountains/she didn't push or knock/but slowly took Chai Men away/ ..............................................................................................., who picked up the basket of Vitex negundo in his left hand, imagined that the sun evaporated the dew on the leaves of plants, and the author's mother calmly took away a simple Chai Men composed of several pieces of firewood and went to the bean rack to pick beans one by one.
All activities are natural and have no novelty. The poet in Shangzhuang actually condensed a work of picking beans into a meaningful poem. People in the poetry village are people who really know and love life. In their eyes, the land they live in is the most beautiful holiday resort in the world. The grass, trees, mountains and waters here are spiritual and full of vitality. Everyone has a pair of eyes that can see everything. In their eyes, heaven and earth are poems, rivers are poems, crops are poems, and farmers can't sing poems.
Life is hard, and poetry is not only in the distance. This Sunday, my meeting with Shi Shangzhuang, like a poem, opened my heart. Between these intermittent lines, I finally understand the true meaning of loving life. It is no longer the standard language that has been said thousands of times, and it is no longer the best comment that I am not depressed. The original intention of life is love. Only love can truly understand life.