Modern Poetry: Confessions

I'm young and frivolous. I wrote it.

Love poems for her.

As a result, Anhui poetry was reported by thousands of people.

Award for Excellence in Love Poetry Selection Competition

That was +65438 in the mid-1980s.

I teach in Puning No.2 Middle School.

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I also went to Lin Xianzhi to be a judge.

It was the early summer of 1993.

Wen Hui Yuan took two of my poems.

Drunk in a pool of blood and a reason to live.

Teacher Lin glanced at it.

Just say my poem is above average in Guangdong.

I'm not convinced, after all, it's hard to say.

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It also pursues softness and opens the rap style.

That was in the mid-1990s.

Dongdazi once said to me, Zile

Ballad of the South is your best poem.

The taste of part of speech in the south may be very clear.

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In my opinion, writing poetry is like confession.

My mind, my tone, are too eager.

However, writing poetry reviews made me take a deep breath.

It was the eve of college graduation, and I wrote

A review of Hong Santai's poems.

Although the author is extremely satisfied, but with Guo Xiaodong

Crash, the Journal of Contemporary Literature will not be published.

But when I write poetry reviews, I am generally transparent.

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I am arrogant, so I am called a slut.

A born poetry critic? Out of instinct

I just want to criticize the object like a code breaker.

Seize the secrets or potential possibilities in the text

From 20 14, I set my own direction.

Turn criticism into creation and break through the gap

Integrate your own ideas and eliminate the melancholy of criticism.

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The decisive year is 20 14. That year

The following year, I created a totem collection.

The new edition of "Emergency" is released.

It took more than half a year from last June 10.

The brand-new book Creative Criticism will be published in 20 10.

Officially launched at the end of the year or early next year.

Then I will erase myself.

Because of what I want to do, I want a round dream.

Let chaos poetics speak for me.

Everything about me is like a secret.

Made a strange sound: absolute chaos.