-Appreciation of He Yonggang's September Poems
He Yonggang's view of poetry is that poetry is love under language. I think the love here is broad, and the poet must have a beautiful belief in his heart and express his love and understanding of the world in poetic language. Recently, I was lucky enough to read more than ten poems written by He Yonggang in September. After reading them, I was deeply touched: the warm poetry made me forget the cold that began in September, the gentle and graceful poetic style attracted the lofty and boundless enthusiasm of autumn, and the use of defamiliarization made the poetic language fresh and innovative.
(A) the desolate world, only love is warm.
September seems to be a node. At this point, time is about to hibernate. Where am I going so far? At the top of Mount Tai, all the other mountains look short in the sky. , or before Qinghai Changyun felt account? No matter where you are, September will give the world a higher sky, and autumn is holding up the sky a little bit.
All arrival, there is a sky.
All dreams, wings, night and morning need the sky.
You and I found a group of lakes.
We turned to face the autumn and the horizon.
There is a sky cover.
The sky is omnipotent. Mother in the sky
Love in countless skies. Tangible stillbirth
Seeds and Plants We live on the earth.
Just to get the sky. Sky.
sky
The sky is looking up, it is an ideal, a place where dreams fly, and a place where wings want to surpass. However, who can surpass it? Does it despise the lofty sentient beings? Dream of the sky, you know, only lonely people will look up at the sky. God, it's really empty. That cloud can't be caught either. God knows that when people talk about it, they care about the ground. So, my god, it's empty. Huge. It is always after March.
In autumn, I am more determined.
Look, look at the time, place, people, events.
Peel cocoons from the tangled knots.
I began to have an epiphany that life had fallen into cold.
think
Every autumn is a summary of life. "I am swaying and I am more eager for the years. What can I ask? " Did you have an epiphany? Wherever there is an epiphany, the clarity of the moment is pulled away from a period of chaos. The best epiphany is to pity yourself and find yourself a true and false sky.
As if, everything has a sunrise
Everyone has width and autumn water.
A faint light.
think
Everything has a sunrise? In this regard, the poet is uncertain, and this uncertainty is a hesitation after experiencing the impermanence and ups and downs of life. How much life can you control? The front is full of variables, only the route is irreversible, but only the route carries our joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows. Looking back, there are tears and deep feelings. Because my mother shook her red silk scarf at the beginning of the journey. The poet thought of his mother on his birthday in September.
There is no strong wind and heavy snow in September.
Just in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is safe and round.
Hang the lintel and it will be full tonight.
Go back to Fanghua like you.
Mom, I want to exchange stories with you tonight.
I will put you on the hillside tonight and open a flower every day.
So many days, so many flowers, crowded the hillside.
Now, I'm going to sit down instead of you,
Identify one by one among the flowers. For each flower,
Arrange a spring.
Without his mother, the reunion of the poet and his mother depends on the Mid-Autumn Moon! Although he can only complain about his lovesickness by the moon, the poet's mood is full when he thinks of his mother (so that he can live up to the full moon). He is optimistic that he will take his mother back to Fanghua and arrange a beautiful spring for her. In seventy-six, "so many days, so many flowers, crowded with hillside". At this time, the poet recognized his mother's years among the flowers. What a touching scene this is. I think the poet has an indomitable heart. What he wants is boundless land, planting spring scenery, keeping it in mind and focusing on poetry.
(2) Poetry gives birth to flowers and creates a warm world.
September is a season of prosperity and decline. Branches are broken and flowers are rotten, and trees are rustling. "The sound of autumn leaves, a little banana and a little sadness." This is the words of Xu Zaisi, a scholar in Yuan Dynasty. After reading these two sentences, I feel the power of language and the appeal of good words. They agree that they have strengthened their perception of the world and guided their emotions and emotions. Xu Zaisi, like many poets, writes about loneliness and sadness in autumn, while He Yonggang, unlike many poets, wants to create an autumn without sadness in his own language, or he wants to draw people's attention to other places-rice ears:
Make the best ear of rice and raise the golden color to the sky.
Fill the sky with fragrant rice.
(The wind falls from the sky)
A string of curved ears of rice filled September.
Let every withered landscape be empty, every autumn rain
Everyone has a hometown and a distant place.
Open the window tomorrow to graze the blue sky and white clouds.
Pray for a bunch of rice ears to bear more tomorrow,
Small ear of rice
Set out tomorrow to find words.
Temple and peach blossom.
rice ear
He Yonggang said that poetry should pursue sunshine, aesthetics and liveliness. After reading the above five lines, I thought of Haizi's Spring Blossoms Facing the Sea. I read it carefully, and these words of the poet are closer than Haizi's poems. The window is in front of us, the ears of rice are drooping, and words and poets have already appeared in front of us. The temple is deep and the peach blossoms are quietly blooming.
Words open the world, ordinary people go in, go out, feel and feel. Poets use words to arrange and unlock, spend a lifetime observing the body with words, and examine the words with the body, giving the world a sense of freshness. The poem Steal is full of interest.
When a sentence turns from cloudy to sunny
I want to go to the opposite of derogatory, the opposite of darkness.
Take care of some old, aphasic windows with the moon.
Stealing water to make orchids interesting, naughty and cute.
Don't compromise, don't surrender.
Peeping. Don't want to be found by the little peach tree.
Cheating. Trap friction trap, I rub you, like it?
Helpless friction masking
Lazy. Intersect with the sofa, tangent with the office, and intersect with people.
Leave each other
At the moment, I am in the relationship between a straight line and a circle.
live on just for the sake of remaining alive
I just want to live quietly alone.
Opening the door does not disturb the wind, and walking does not disturb the ants.
Love, don't disturb hometown, and mother.
steal
This is a clever defamiliarization. Poets should arouse readers' freshness and interest through defamiliarization, which is also the price paid by poets for readers. "Lazy. Intersecting with the sofa, tangency with the office, and separation from personnel ",the poet endowed words with unusual connotations and poetic ecology of life posture.
Poets have the belief of writing poems and "devotion and piety". He Yonggang's belief is love.
Not sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice.
I'll give you the upward part of the flower
Light, color and fragrance are all spring, and they are all yours.
All these fluctuations vividly aroused the ripples of love.
All the ups and downs of mountains, rivers, waterfalls and springs
All the flowers are blooming, and all the scenery is dedicated to you.
Offer flowers. Dedicate poems. Devote oneself to piety.
You and I came to earth empty-handed
Beauty of hands, feet and head, sweat and tears
These are all gifts from the world. They are all flowers.
So we must cherish the last and best world.
Dedicated to the world, poetry is good, and soul.
Dedicate the morning to flowers and the future.
present flowers/bouquets
(3) A brief analysis of the group poem "Boundless"
Words are the material for poets to communicate with God. Qu Yuan's questioning, Du Fu's wandering and Li Bai's bright moon, the poet gave his own unique footnotes to the times, life and life. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and the poet He Yonggang is no exception. Otherwise, he wouldn't have written these five nine-line poems entitled Boundless in September. But He Yonggang's loneliness is different. He has a unique spiritual feeling about September. His temperament, life experience, ideological depth, moral sentiment, etc. , all make his vastness different, that is, in the vastness, he planted his yearning for love with his poetic heart.
Boundless (nine lines and five songs)
one
I started to treat Populus euphratica which should be used in the desert.
And Liu Yu and tears have to be used.
Go ahead, the wind will blow the blue water.
The faded sky turned the blue sky into white clouds.
A pair of jeans washed white.
Still stopped in the narrative of 18 years old.
If you can, please stop the desert, American outlaw.
infinite
I want to give you a spring that spans the years.
two
There are many mottles in the dream.
A little rust and early morning tears comfort each other.
How many unfinished spring affairs should I have in early autumn?
Until summer, I still dare not say anything.
The wind is blowing high, bringing coolness to the wilderness.
Light sitting alone, low eyebrows.
Night separates me from the crowd.
And boundless.
I want to jump again with you on the other side of love.
three
Keep the mountain high and the autumn frost clean.
Lend a chrysanthemum to help the vicissitudes of life.
Love or hate.
How many past events in this world need hometown?
How much highland barley does the motherland need?
You and I try to stay calm and calm in the ups and downs.
What kind of posture will consume our lives?
And boundless.
The flowering period you need is leading my spring.
four
The abyss and the night tried to stop me.
Arrive at dawn. A plane ticket brought flying.
The late flowering finally turned autumn into a spring dynasty.
A cup of coffee loses its youth.
Who took away your elegant bloom?
And in the world of mortals
Only water surrounds water, water keeps water, and water is love the water.
infinite
Our feet dipped in warm water finally touched a wooden basin.
five
Looking for. Clouds should be white, blue and red.
Please take out the moon in the sky, you take out the warm morning.
After a lifetime.
Timid voice conveys anxiety and temptation.
At this moment in life, we are on the other side of each other.
Desperate to catch the dawn of the lamp
Please continue. Looking up at the sky. Say a blessing from the temple.
infinite
You have a key that brings me infinite possibilities.
The poetry group begins with "healing". Is the word "desert" realistic or empty? Is it a symbol? Are Populus euphratica, Willow, Rain and Tears also metaphors? With the development of literature today, words have inherited many connotations from culture, history and literature. Only when there are more, can the aesthetic purport be achieved, and readers can appreciate poetry if they know these connotations. Therefore, once the poet breaks through the connotation of ci inheritance and covers it, poetry will have a new look. Therefore, in the first poem of the group, when I removed the metaphor of words, an opening appeared, clear as water, and the other side was spring.
At this point, I realized that the other four poems don't need my explanation at all, not to mention that explanation sometimes dispels the aesthetic feeling and multiple meanings of poems. Every good poem deserves a word "good". Meditate for three times, and those who know will know. Like spring water, ducks can know its warmth and coldness when they swim. Feel it after reading it! Readers with "a key" will bring infinite possibilities to poetry.
This "infinite possibility" is hope, which ignited the poet's spring in September.