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When a poem can easily strike the reader's mind and bring a double shock of thought and art, its value orientation is pure and rich in texture. Poems in the past dynasties are vast, and integrated books are dazzling and all-encompassing. Whether there are hardships and setbacks, inspirational enlightenment or sentimental essays, they all reflect different spiritual levels in different forms, give people a profound voice, gradually transform life and mind into concise and effective, and turn life into an immortal age mark that does not live up to expectations.
The reason why a poem can be read several times is that there is a * * * voice that spans time and space between the reader and the author. It seems that at that moment, I became an uncontested bosom friend. In a pleasant scene, I talked by candlelight and told my heart. Just like reading Xu Dongfeng's Qingming poem at the moment, I feel empathy when I think of it, and I can't be easily admired by Li Bai and Su Shi for Zhou Lang. Although it is not appropriate to compare yourself to a saint, the true feelings are really different. If you appreciate it, it will be effective, can you?
Xu Dongfeng is an excellent author and recommended member of several stations in China and China. Most of his works are modern new poems, with beautiful and magnificent language and rich emotions. No matter in technique or thought, he can always show a pure personality and aesthetic texture. Every time I read it, I can always touch people's hearts and linger in that beautiful and charming infinite reverie.
I often see Mr. Xu Dongfeng's works at major stations. Unfortunately, he never left any contact information, so that I didn't have a chance to get to know him. Presumably, everyone has his own interests, but there is not much loss. We are all people who regard literature as a shell, so there is no need for too much red tape. Now that I know, I won't go beyond the boundaries of some words, spend a smile there, be open-minded, put away the words for safety and cherish my fist.
Mother's Eyes (Poetry Group) is a new work by teacher Xu Dongfeng. This is a group of poems about Tomb-Sweeping Day's memory. It is divided into four chapters, namely, Mother's Eyes, Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Like a Knife, Sorrow and Concern, and a dish. Ling Ran's four short poems are full of great wisdom, emotion and thought-provoking. They are full of appeal and rhyme of poetry combination, and at the same time, they are more of a visual feast about spiritual art. On this quiet night, I write a post-reading feeling and record it in my daily life like life.
"I don't know how many times I have thought of my mother's eyes/blooming like spring flowers, beautiful like autumn leaves, pure like snowflakes, and finally/writing a strand of tenacity on the petals of wintersweet/now, my mother's eyes are clear/shining kindly/hurting my fragile heart again."
Bai Juyi said that a poem that can be read by readers is a good poem. This poem "Mother's Eyes" is not only poetic and clear, but also profound in artistic conception, pure in emotion and touching. The whole poem is carefully worded, concise, natural in composition and beautiful in meter. In terms of performance, the whole poem is divided into two sections. In the first section, the author vividly describes the mourning for his mother in the Qingming period by means of metaphor, personification and extension.
Mother's eyes, like flowers in spring, as quiet and beautiful as leaves in autumn, as pure as snowflakes. There are ingenious connections between several sentences, and they are also extremely skillful in confrontation. In short, they treat their mother from spring to winter until the last wisp, which is tough, harmonious and natural, orderly, hierarchical, one after another, and recalls peace.
In the second section, from recalling the memory to the present Qingming, the author did not mention the Qingming scene, but wrote his mother's eyes directly into his fragile heart. Qingming remembers the old friends, and most of them are wet with drizzle, and the sound of rain is like tears, which sets off a sad and sad atmosphere. How do you know that it is sunny if it doesn't rain, which is not inferior to the faint scenery? How can the kindness of light hurt me? Yes, kindness and harmony, the light warmed my body, but what hurt me was my mother's kind eyes, which didn't hurt my hair, but touched my heart deeply.
"Qingming is like a knife, cutting open/how many people's hearts, flowers bloom/blood flows into a river, making memories/full of the fragrance of blood."
A tangible knife can hurt people, but an invisible knife can hurt people. Qingming is the invisible knife that hurt many innocent hearts during Qingming. However, I don't know whether it is the blood in the atrium or the tears in my eyes. It turns out that tears are hard to stop, but they are related to the blood flowing in the atrium and the pain in the heart.
Pain to the depths, blood and tears will have a fragrant taste. The living look back and the dead depend on each other. What can be sadder than the pain of where you are going? What could be sadder and sadder?
This is an exquisite imagery poem with beautiful meter and harmonious rhyme. Qingming, originally a lively and wise description, is an invisible existence, but the author can skillfully compare it to a knife, not describing the characteristics of the knife, but visualizing it as a knife, completing the' perfect transformation from description to essence, and then from essence to description'. Such a rich art of writing is not only poetic, but also shows that the author has more catalysts to feel sadness. In that connection, both body and mind were involved, and with the painful writing rules, feelings caused endless aftertaste.
"I always feel that something is chasing me/chasing me/not letting me turn back/until I run to the Qingming gate/walk into Qingming, and I see/a lot of faces with words/concerns and sadness/concerns on the ground/sadness on the ground."
After reading Sorrow and Concern, I will be moved by the infinite sadness at the end of the poem. The concern in the underground, the sadness on the ground and the release of the Buddha penetrated the true meaning of Qingming and precipitated everything.
Walking into Tomb-Sweeping Day, near the tomb, Su Bai's face showed concern and a quiet and refreshing feeling, which made many words come into being leisurely. There is a cool breeze in my ear, and the soft words in my mouth are abrupt. I am so sad that I don't know whether the convulsions on the ground can be perceived by the underground thoughts. Always believe, then don't go back, there is a kind of existence that never dies, and it will always follow my turn and disappear into the field of vision dyed red by tears.
I miss my heart. There is always an invisible thought on the ground and underground. I miss it with the sadness of life and feel sad with the sadness of death. Tireless until the last day, perfect reunion.