Lend me? Mu Xin

My research on poetry is still in the high school stage. I remember reading Haizi's Spring Flowers Facing the Sea and Yi Shu's To the Oak Tree. . . After graduation, I have never been exposed to such subjects again. I learned the subject of poetry in writing class, and suddenly I remembered the autumn of 18. I was impressed when I visited Mu Xin's former residence in Wuzhen, so I found his poem:

Lend me

Lend me an old age.

Lend me a clip.

Lend me to look forward and look back.

Borrow my stubbornness as a teenager

Borrow my nature of growing up the day after tomorrow

Lend me change as if I had never changed.

Lend me simple worldly wisdom and plain stupidity.

Lend me a predictable face.

Borrow my sadness and open-mindedness

Lend me gentle reckless and serious jokes.

Lend me my first and last challenge.

Lend me, it goes without saying.

Lend me an autumn.

But you said it was winter.

This poem was written by Mu Xin in his later years. There are many descriptions of opposites and conflicts in the poem, such as "acquired nature", "unchanged", "simple sophistication and simple stupidity" and "gentle recklessness and solemn jokes". At first glance, they are full of contradictions and confusing, but they are exquisitely worded and rhymed at the end of the sentence, so they are catchy to read and have a unique flavor.

In the first paragraph of the poem, the poet wants to borrow an old story from other places. Why? Because time is the same, times have changed and Sri Lankans are getting old. If only I could go through life again, go back to that stubborn teenager and piece together the memento mori of time.

When I go through my life again with the experience and memory of this life, I hope that my original heart will remain unchanged, and I will have more foresight after the experience, which the world has already seen through, but I still have the necessary sophistication and am willing to pretend to be confused with it, just to see how the world interprets it.

When people are old, they no longer have the openness, recklessness and solemnity of their youth. At this time, aboveboard and tragic; At this time, the recklessness, the edges and corners have long been smoothed by years, and it has become a gentle recklessness; At this time, the solemnity also added the element of joke and became the solemnity of joke.

At first, I was young and ignorant, and finally I was awed by vicissitudes. I want to start over by god's life. I don't want spring and vibrant summer. A golden and melancholy autumn is fine, but it's still winter. When winter comes, everything will be covered up and everything will pass.