Saw this topic. Think of a text I wrote. I didn't want to answer, but I wanted to say something. Let me show you the article I wrote before. [Miscellaneous Talk] The Hibernation of Poetry
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Napoleon once said: "Ancient China is like a sleeping lion!" And the sleep of this lion has grown several times. The century has just woken up.
What about Chinese poetry? When can I really wake up?
Gu Cheng? After Huali's impatience with words, she ruined herself in extreme haziness, and even became a sinner whose emotions were more confusing than words!
Haizi? Passed away in the sound of sympathy from everyone, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, but the thanksgiving is so pale!
I dare to ask, who else is struggling to hold on to that piece of quiet land and guarding it like jade? In the era of overflowing fashion, poetry finally gradually fell asleep, just like hibernation, hiding in bitter love songs in every corner it should have occupied, and willingly fell asleep in the warm winter.
Poems can only be songs, and songs can no longer turn into poems, because the unity of poetry has long been divided by the gorgeous modern instrumental music, which is almost cruel.
The poem is lyrical, and the emotion is decadent and lingering, so lingering that the feelings between people become numb in the real society.
Poetry expresses aspirations, which are drowned in the torrent of the economy, sweeping away the pure ideals, leaving only the simple prevarication and cowardly words when impulsive. This is already an era that does not belong to poetry.
Poems have long been buried in the euphoria that fills the air.
How many people who claim to be poets or are called poets by others, forcing themselves to catch up with the rotten information of modern civilization, have already lost their firm eyes under the shining of titles and halo.
Ugly text can have immeasurable advertising effects and create swelling economic benefits. I dare not imagine how the peak poets of the Tang and Song Dynasties would react when they saw their mutated poems.
Elegant poetry no longer improves the intellectual civilization of a city or a country, but burns its remaining body to ignite the economic civilization of a certain city or a certain country.
So poetry finally learned to hibernate!
For whom will the poem write emotional verses? In the sad music, there is always the entangled love between you and me.
Who would write paragraphs and paragraphs of passionate shouting for whom, and what is read loudly is always related to the prosperity of the country and the strength of the people with a series of numbers.
The true poetry is silence in a corner, without crying or tears, and can only let oneself slowly learn to fall asleep. (2)
On the bookstall, poems in both Chinese and English clearly show the quality of the imported works.
In the magazine, I remember the poems that a certain literati once deeply understood.
Poetry, which once occupied a place, has slowly disappeared from his familiar presence in various "famous magazines".
Is poetry really in decline? Or poetry has begun to retreat back to primitive tranquility in five thousand years of civilization. In modern times, the pocket bag has long been like a sharp sword hanging over people's heads, or even a standard of status.
When he was old, he contained the whole world.
When he was young, he was abandoned by the whole world.
Words have become so pitiful, let alone poetry that takes too long to comprehend and read too far. The ancient pride has long been lifted into space by the rocket of modern civilization, and then burned into a struggling meteor.
What occasionally falls into people's hearts,
can only envy the moment when his glory burns,
Who still wants to embrace his remaining warmth? , light the next torch,
to continue his light.
In addition to hibernation, what else can you choose for poetry?
In order to protect his body from fast food,
he can only commit himself to the silent wilderness,
waiting for another group of explorers, To unlock his glory.
And where will the explorers be?