The last article said that Wang's poems have a feature that he likes to create a "you" in his poems. Many times, you become a witness to the content and emotion of poetry, perhaps a person or an animal. This animistic consciousness made him turn everything in his eyes into sentient beings. "TA undersTAnds that I am talking to ta." Only by thinking in this way can the feelings of poetry be poured out.
For example, the following song:
Fishing? Both ends of the fishing line? One person and one fish? You set me up? I am fishing for you. "
"My little fellow" "Your crying is an order? Command what? "I have to guess?
The above "you" is the protagonist and participant of the poem. But sometimes, you are the kind name Hassan uses when talking to readers.
For example, "Brother, wake up" and "You turned life into wine with the water of time"? How far can water flow? "Stone from big to small/from angular to smooth/from ancient times to the present, from you to me/this is what stone didn't expect")
This is not necessarily because Hassan consciously sets himself as a reader. He just writes casually. If someone watches it, there will be communication.
Judging from whether you participate in poetry itself, you have this dichotomy. Looking at the specific quotations, there are several groups of poems in Sang Hai's poems, which are about flowers and plants, weather, natural scenery, village daily life, illness and daughter ("My Little Boy"). Wash diapers until the fragrance washes away and then proudly hang them in the bright sunshine from today on? They are my national flag) and my lover (please note, not just my wife). Among them, there are both "you" as the protagonist and pure bystanders. The modern poets I see are all from rural areas-Yu Xiuhua, Sang Hai and Haizi. They are all good at describing. Scenes and details from real life are very infectious, without too much embellishment, but they feel like they are in the scene. The three most important themes: nature and life/family/love are often intertwined.
Like Wei Zi.
In the poem, Ziwei's flowers become infatuated with trees, shyness of wandering and choosing, and regret of missing.
Another example is "New Willow": "Have the fingers of the wind been combed? The comb of the moon brushed my eyes. "
Whether writing about nature or relatives, Hassan is always expressing his understanding of life. He likes innocence and teaches people to accept their complexity, because everyone is transparent and naked in front of nature. His life is not rich, but his words reveal a trace of satisfaction and relaxation. To be honest, I don't think many commentators will see Hassan, and I don't want to take some measures to make a hard analysis. After all, I can't do it. However, after writing, Hassan may not have thought that he plucked the strings and brought up the vibration of the air and the sound of the reader.
Such as "The Big World":
The size of the world? I love her smallness? I loved for a long time in a short time.
I'm hot and anxious? You deserve to live slowly and die suddenly.
He is always ready for the end of his life, using words to whitewash or downplay his sadness.
"I didn't expect me to be so resistant to burning. It may really be a piece of gold." The danger of my temperature exceeding 40 degrees became a gentle joke.
"When will you get up again? Getting up has become a grand ceremony. It is slow and solemn. Wintering flies look good, so be a master of ceremonies. " I was depressed when I was sick, so I spent my time observing small things. Flies have also become the witness of life.
He wrote a set of different colors of the moon. I like Hassan's sensitive emotions and his willingness to pay attention to them. You know, the children are very busy now. When shall we go to see the moon and imagine this story?
"The poor moon has nothing to do with life? Innocent as water, white? Langpu shines all over the world? White before death? White after death "
Finally, the poem I sent you is "Spring Rain Just Falling Quietly"
"Spring rain just quietly? Don't know your own preciousness? The most important things are often worthless. I held it firmly in my hand.
I haven't had enough good days and bad days. The flame of life has been lit, and I don't want anything to burn to ashes.
The spring rain just falls quietly. People who are unhappy at the moment will never be happy. "
I am very strict with myself. I am a perfect procrastinator (I refuse to start because I can't satisfy myself with the result), but I want to cherish every word I write. Yes, it may not be good enough, but you can't feel bad or get better.
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Grass doesn't think the earth is boundless? The earth does not think that grass is insignificant, and grass matches the earth.