Huang Quan road
There is always a kind of burning before and after.
In childhood
Father is in the front and I am in the back.
Tender little hands are used to it.
Father's stiff calluses
Following is the inevitable direction.
The confusion of youth is like a willow in April.
Green will easily forget spring.
Draw a circle
It's getting dark
Yellow paper money
Father is laughing in the form of fire.
My father was frugal all his life.
I didn't leave any fragments of the paper money I burned.
This is the postal route to the underworld.
This is the desolation brought by the heat.
This is the concern of yin and yang.
This is a kind of life, bright or dark.
My daughter called.
Curious to ask:
Burning paper? Is it a game?
Faced with my explanation, the child muttered to himself.
"That can't do. Who will buy me a doll if you leave? "
In the eyes of my daughter, my father bought her a doll.
In my eyes, my daughter burns paper for me.
Elaborate in the most popular language
My daughter is relieved.
Baba said: I see.
When I can't see you.
I'll burn paper and talk to you.
Huang Quan road
There is always hope.
Front and rear combustion
The first issue: June 2007, New Poetry and Wonders, No.44..
Reprinted: Special Supplement of National Daily (65438+2 1, February 2009)
Poetry Monthly, 60th Anniversary Edition of Tianjin Poetry (published on June 20 10)
Income: Hundred Poems (Culture and Art Publishing House, 2008)
Selected Modern and Contemporary Poetry in Tianjin 2065438+00 April Qinghai People's Publishing House) (1) Zhang Mudi:
Burn paper for my father, borrow the darkness of night, hide at night, and swallow my heart. A handful of yellow paper money blooms one by one in the dark night, and turns into a clear moment after the fire bath. After years, "there is no trace." This is the most dignified screening of the flame, and it is the calmness and sadness of the blood relatives to talk about the soil. "Father is laughing, in the form of flame" is not only the questioning of the author's soul and dream, but also the only recognition between the author and his father. Such integration should be unconscious, so as to observe the reader's heart, which in itself is a subtle influence. Poetry has a strong flavor of life, but at the same time it exudes a kind of simplicity and unspeakable sadness. However, the poet's memory of his father is not limited to his own grief, but extends and sublimates into ardent hope for the next generation. Between the lines, the poet's will to live, his spiritual feelings and his true feelings are conveyed, thus expressing that human thought is actually the basis of a life handed down from generation to generation.
Manchu women in Zhang Mudi (199 1, 10-). One of the most powerful writers after 1990s. He is the author of poetry anthology "Invisible Wind is Blowing", prose anthology "Growing Silently Like a Pumpkin", novel "Stop and Go", novel "Smoke", diary-style prose anthology "Summer is all the year round-my third day diary", and short story anthology "Whose dream is in the dream".
(2) Luo Zhenya:
Luo misses his father's "Burning Paper for Father", and also combines, circulates and gathers images related to the theme, such as stiff calluses, April willows, paper money, flames, laughter, etc., so as to find suitable perceptual clothes for his emotions and realize the trinity of emotion, reason and image. The nostalgia for the past is melancholy, as well as the inner words of my son and father and the cordial conversation between father and daughter. In Burning Paper as Father, the sentimental memorial mood is relatively strong, but the final "there is always a hope/burning back and forth" is not so much a manifestation of missing feelings, but rather an epiphany thinking about the nature and taste of missing feelings, which adds rationality beyond feelings and depth after strong feelings to the poem. The versatile practice of poetry proves once again that poetry is only the expression of emotion, and the superstition of writing must be broken. Poetry and philosophy are not incompatible bipolar thinking, but they are essentially interlinked, or poetry is sometimes an emotional philosophy with compatible subject and object.
Luo Zhenya (1963-), a native of Nehe, Heilongjiang Province, is a doctor of literature, a professor and doctoral supervisor of Nankai University, and has enjoyed special government allowance from the State Council since 2000. Published 6 monographs, compiled 4 series, and published more than 0/00 academic papers/kloc; He has won the first prize of outstanding social science achievements in Heilongjiang Province, the first prize of youth and the first prize of outstanding teaching achievements in Heilongjiang Province. 1998 Up to now, he has instructed more than 50 masters and doctoral students in modern and contemporary literature and literature and art in China. Mainly engaged in the 20th century China literature and China new poetry research.
(3) Looking for snow and shine:
The poem "Burning Paper for Father" is a typical expression of his inner fervor with cold lyric, expressing his nostalgia for his old father who gave birth to himself. Although he sees life and death thoroughly in his poems, his love and nostalgia for his father can't be described in words. When I read this poem, I began to feel sad. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I read and sank deeply. The poem begins with "there is always a hope/burning back and forth on the way to the grave." The poet is slowly entering the role. Although his description is light, it still feels heavy. The poet's slow lyrical style gives people a sense of calm. Lyrics are developed with the help of the unique image of burning paper. In the poem, "this is the postal route to the underworld, this is the desolation brought by the heat, and this is the concern of Yin and Yang." This is a kind of life, bright or dark. The use of these images is rare in many poems, so they have profound expressive force that shocks the soul. Reading poetry can leave a unique feeling for the soul. So there will be * * * among readers, which will make many people who have read this poem burst into tears. This is a poem worth reading again.
Xue Changqing, whose real name is Wang Lihua and pen name is Xiao Xue, is a member of Chinese Poetry Society and China Petrochemical Writers Association. Tianjin
Member of petrochemical writers association. He has published poems, essays and novels in many newspapers and magazines. Published a collection of poems "Snow Song".
(4) Xing Guangyu:
I don't know anything about the poetry world-what excellent poems have been produced and what new poets have been produced. In this case, after reading Burning Paper for Father, I couldn't hide my ignorance, and even "stunned" and "got up".
When I read "Burning Paper for Father" to my wife with great interest (she was the first reader and judge of all my words), she calmly said two words: "How nice." . Every time I read it, those lines will bring back my tears. Poetry is a melody from the heart, and tears are notes that pop up my heartstrings. This is the * * * sound of the mind and the harmony of emotions. He "burns paper for my father", just as I do for my father. This is just like what he said, these words connect the "soul seam" between the author and the reader, and even the docking is "seamless"!
Burning Paper for Father presents the image of a family of three generations and expresses their life feelings. "I" is not only the son of man, but also the father, and is the link between grandparents and grandchildren. The close-up "lens" of "hard cocoon" and "burning paper money" in the poem shows the virtue of father's diligence and thrift, just like a condensed poem eulogy, expressing the poet's deep affection for his father. What makes people cry the most is the kind of naive childlike innocence, naive childlike words and immature childlike interest. It is the whimsy of a young mind's specious understanding of the world that will touch the emotions of adults and achieve a "smile" of opposites-tears of joy that can't help generate? Are they sad tears? Tears of relief? Or both.
Emotion, language and charm of poetry. Very enlightening, thought-provoking, thrilling and touching. A way of ancestor worship, which has continued since ancient times, has risen from the confusion of backwardness, ignorance and superstition, and has been endowed with deep feelings. A traditional folk culture, memorial culture, has been sublimated by social civilization, and has been endowed with new ideas of the times, passed down from generation to generation, burning endlessly, and human progress. Burning paper for my father is really a good poem. A good poem is worth ten thousand.
Xing Guangyu: researcher at the Institute of Literature of Tianjin Academy of Social Sciences, vice president of Tianjin Couplet Society, literary critic and expert on jing yuan.
(5) Gao Juwen:
Speaking of burning paper, for many years, every time I went to Tomb-Sweeping Day or other days, I saw piles of flames burning in the street in front of the building after dark. People fiddled with a small stick and sang. I'm just passing by and I don't feel anything. Every family is different. Grandmother and grandfather have been dead for about half a century. I haven't seen my parents burn paper these days since I was a child for decades. I don't know much about the memorial culture passed down from generation to generation, such as the feeling of burning paper. It was not until I just entered the age of destiny that the laws of nature were irresistible, the sky collapsed and my father left us. After the hectic funeral, I began to pay homage from dense to sparse and began to burn paper for my father. Draw a circle with a stick and fiddle with the unfinished fragments in the fire. My brothers and sisters are talking with my father. At this time, I feel dejected, the pain of missing, the solemn feeling, the illusion and the mysterious atmosphere. I know all the feelings when I burn paper. Because I burn paper for my father, I am very touched by this poem of Luo. I tried to write some ideas about this poem as much as I could, but I was delayed by trivial matters. In my opinion, things like burning paper and kowtowing and the accompanying emotions are the most personal behaviors. When blood descendants communicate with their own people in this way, others just understand and can't empathize. Even if their best friend's close relatives are around, they just stand by and don't do so. However, this is a ceremony and mood that everyone will experience, so people feel the same about it. Therefore, the song "Burning Paper for Father" is valuable and meaningful. This value and significance lies in such a visible phenomenon, the mysterious mood of so many people, this great emotion between heaven and earth, and this emotion spreads among all beings. Who wrote it? I want to write, it's late. After reading this poem, I couldn't get into the author's "mail path", but it touched me, opened my program, and I found my own "mail path" Then I recalled my communication with my father. The yellow paper engraved with money is here, burning, and readers can feel its desolation in the heat. People who have this kind of experience don't need me to talk, and people who haven't had this kind of experience for the time being won't be moved if they say hoarseness, just like the daughter's naive question in the poem. However, sooner or later, everyone will join the ranks of burning paper, which makes this poem have a long-term reason and value ... I once left a comment on this poem in Luo's blog: "This poem should be recorded in the history of poetry." However, poets are like forests, and good poems are like the sea. I seldom read the current poems, and my vision is very narrow. People speak softly and have no right to speak outside the circle. But as a reader, as countless readers in China, "I" should have the right to vote.
Gao Juwen: Tianjin poet.
(6) yellow:
The chill of the autumn wind makes the atmosphere threatening, and I am used to kneeling on the grave of the grass. My mother's sobs always make me feel guilty. Don't kneel Your father has told you many times. He knows your heart. My mother knows me, but I don't know myself. Why am I so incompetent that I can only let my father wail and be lonely in a deserted grave, drinking helpless soul monologues? Can't the happiness of our father and son be everlasting? Why can't I crush the evil of natural magic and laugh at the warmth of our family and human beings? When I lived in seclusion in Star City, I accompanied my father to his lonely grave, telling each other about his father's affection and missing each other. I took advantage of the rare opportunity to go back to my hometown and knelt on my father's knee to thank him.
After reading Mr. Luo's excellent poem Burning Paper for Father, I sent a telegram to my mother with tears in my eyes. Mom, please burn more bundles of paper money for dad. Forgive me for not being alone there. Please accept my piety from afar!
Mr. Wang's poems seduce my feelings and tears fly. "Following is the inevitable direction." The growth of our brothers is exactly the upright style of bright and self-improvement that Dad insisted on for a long time, and the spirit of not bowing to evil and not being good has lived out our confident and noble scenery!
Why is China's Contemporary Poetry Silent? That is, the poet's brush strokes point to glitz, but Mr. Luo depicts his heart with true feelings, and the touching image combination truly reflects the moving picture of reality. Poetry is wrapped around heart and heart, and the singing of * * * dazzles poetry, and the singing of * * * makes that kind and beautiful era at the ends of the earth beautiful and eternal. Poets use images to express their inner feelings and understanding of reality, life, the world and life. The originality of passionate philosophical thinking, the beauty of emotion and image, the beauty of philosophical thinking, the beauty of poetry and prose have touched and inspired readers, and this beauty is appreciated by the whole world. "The confusion of youth is like willow/green in April, and spring is forgotten." Calm grief has already felt the poet's heavy sorrow of thanking his father for his death. When the pen changes, the saddest thing to convey life is to forget the spring that gave us a better life. When you become your own scenery, you don't realize the preciousness of life, which stems from the old life that gave you life, even the obscurity and numbness in our eyes. What a good image, making some cold and ugly accusations with beautiful words! Express the helplessness of life without trace.
My father is smiling on the road of flames. I feel that my father's smile is a simple and brilliant mood. Although the unforgettable reward is only such a cheap way, how can it not make people cry again? ! The ultimate grief can only face the tears of the father and son separated by yin and yang through the flame medium. I can only express my gratitude to you in this way. My father is very frugal and moved by his son's return. Father's frugality, tolerance, infinite sympathy and understanding, in the corresponding heart talk, we were deeply moved by simple and true feelings!
"That can't do. Who will buy me a doll if you leave? /In my daughter's eyes, my father bought her a doll/In my eyes, my daughter burned paper for me. " The entanglement of life lies in the support of too many unspeakable thoughts and emotions in life, which is not simply to let poetry fly! But let the concept of life metaphysically explain the level of life philosophy, and let the poetry of philosophy and truth fly! I am glad to have the opportunity to read this poem. I don't know poetry, and I don't know how to write it. I'm just moved by this rare poem that perfectly combines true feelings with philosophy of life. This is the power of excellent poetry. This kind of power "always has a kind of hope/burning back and forth" gives people the power to survive. Either despair or hysterical wailing, so I made it up to express my sincere feelings to the poet.
Huang, whose pen name is Huang and whose net name is Lin Quan, was born in Xupu, Hunan Province, and studied at Lu Xun College of Literature in Beijing. Awarded the first Peng Literature Award by the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and People's Literature, Renting a House with Love and Days in a Flower Shop were reprinted by dozens of websites, e-books, various books and selected periodicals. He is the author of the novels Fantasy and Perfection and Brilliant Spring. Luo
Lao Dai ignited, thirty-five years of sadness.
Up to now, he is not sure.
Is it heavy at home or the boiler?
Lao Dai struggles in the cupboard door every day.
I haven't figured it out yet.
Is the kitchen complicated or the toolbox complicated?
Lao Dai lit a cigarette.
Up to now, he can't tell the number of burning cigarettes.
Is it in the air or in the factory?
Starting from tomorrow, Lao Dai will only come once a month.
A factory or post office
Received his rations every month for thirty-five years.
Starting today, Lao Dai will replace cigarettes with dry cigarettes.
He wanted to tell me.
Does the smoke he spit out look like it?
Bubbles in mercury column
The first issue: Special Supplement of the National Daily (65438+265438+February 0, 2009)
Reprinted: Poetry Monthly, 60th Anniversary Edition of Tianjin Poetry (1published in October, 2065438+65438,00).
Tianjin Workers Daily added Haihe Tide 20 10 on August 8th.
Income: Selected Poems of Modern and Contemporary Times Tianjin 2065 438+04 Luo, Qinghai People's Publishing House.
In Shan Ye, on the roadside grass.
Love and not love are both facts.
Set up an easel to outline a mountain.
Colour the forest.
Tear it off and pour out a clear spring.
Legend. Aromatic. Excellent
Can't resist the endless entanglement in the body
All emptiness, all pain, all happiness.
In the end, it's just herbal medicine.
An illusory life
When can I meet myself again?
Reddish-brown past lives and layered afterlife
Still light, brittle, hard or broken in bending.
Empty all the empty pain and pay all the pain.
Still have to return to the world.
For the people burned by fire and water.
clear heat and detoxicate
First issue: Northwest Military Literature, No.5, 20 10.
Income: No.44/45, the new edition of The Earth Poetry Journal.
A basketball decided my brother's fate.
Now the thick fat stored in my brother's body
Still full of fantasies about running
From manufacturing machinery and equipment to manufacturing instant noodles.
My brother is tightly bound by his labor career.
Precipitation and even fermentation.
Effective or invalid shelf life
Youth is far away in the dream of production.
Walking after marriage shows great love.
It is also quietly decomposing itself.
Stay in the rotation of perpetual motion machine
At dawn, it condenses into a reddish grid on the payroll.
It's getting dark. Use a bicycle to measure the responsibility of a good husband and a dutiful son.
My brother is as tired as an old factory that has long been unable to stand.
My brother is very strong and even gave up smoking for more than 30 years.
My brother said that the smoke was like a silent sigh.
My brother is optimistic.
Optimism is a kind of courage
Where there is courage, there is happiness.
My brother's factory is in his memory.
My brother in the factory was sealed in a file box.
My brother who has worked in labor and capital for half his life.
I still don't know my file.
Where is it?
My brother likes to stare at the clouds in the clear sky now.
Play with your beloved wine glass
Have a drink.
Fermented grains and brothers fermented by factories
Clouds floating like travelers.
Who's better?
Make a trip without regret.
First release: Hundred Poems (Culture and Art Publishing House, 2008)
Reprinted: Special Supplement of National Daily (65438+2 1, February 2009)
Tianjin Workers Daily added Haihe Tide 20 10 on August 8th.
Income: Selected Best Poems in China in 2008-2009 (published by Taibai Literature and Art Publishing House in June 5438 +2009 10).
Selected Poems of Modern and Contemporary Tianjin (Qinghai People's Publishing House, April 20 10)
Going west is like learning from the scriptures.
I'm here to pay taxes.
It's 300 years late, my killer.
Avoid living soil and ditches.
I am looking for a quiet place.
This is the whole meaning of pain.
At that time, men's bags were filled with women's blood and tears.
At this time, the sky has begun to go bald.
A beacon tower with a high grinding sound.
die
That touch of blue in the sky.
In order to reach the grassland in spring,
Every autumn is boundless,
I've never left the west exit.
I still remember that the pigment of cinnabar was painted later.
What an epic love!
Whose rust is it?
You can go back in spring and autumn, and some can't come back.
High-profile, sad, desolate
Years of bones, which is the lover with a token on his chest?
A yellow river, ten thousand lanterns.
Fate's hemp paper is wet unless it sinks to the bottom.
Like a thick and practical loess plateau.
Low cornice, a teenager sixty years ago.
Amid the cries of sheep passing by the firewood pile
Sigh the fleeting time
Oh, I'm a hiker this autumn.
Clean up the silt on the river bed of life
But it sinks from time to time, leaving a mark on the open stone slope.
It's fate stamping its feet again and again.
Left, the original dream of Tongshun Bridge.
Still hesitating, floating in a foreign land
Starting: Ode to Autumn-Poets from Eight Provinces Writing Shuozhou (Beiyue Literature and Art Publishing House1October 20 10)
Income: Selected Poems of Modern and Contemporary Tianjin (Qinghai People's Publishing House, April 20 10)