In Zigui, in the hometown of poetry, if we stand on tiptoe, we can touch the clouds of happiness.
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I have always believed that poetry is the best gift from God to literati. Because of it, we can have a time to talk to our souls. I once read a passage like this: "In the spring of Yasnas Polyana Manor, the sun shone warmly on the entire manor, and a lizard lay lazily beside the path. Leo Tolstoy's right hand Looking at the lizard, he lowered his head and said, "Are you happy?" After a while, the old man raised his head, put his left hand on his chest, and said, "I am not happy." At this moment, I was typing on the keyboard. The above words fill my heart with joy.
On the afternoon of May 18, I received a phone call from Mr. Kang Ning of the Zigui County Literary and Art Federation. At that time, I looked at the call notification and saw that it was a call from out of town. On the phone, a rich male voice confirmed my name and told me: "Congratulations, you have won the grand prize." He also invited me to participate in a series of activities including the award ceremony and poetry meeting. At that time, my mind went blank, as if in a dream. I never believed that this was true. After repeated questioning, I confirmed that the source of the news was accurate. The joy and excitement are hard to express. From that moment on, I have been living my days walking on the clouds...
A lonely journey
Mist and drizzle In the misty early morning in northern Fujian, I embarked on my journey to Zigui alone.
The drizzle that shattered the night was sprinkled at the foot of the starting point, and the moving wheels measured the distance from the starting point to the end. There were many people on the train, but no one recognized me. I changed my sitting position in thousands of ways, thinking about the scene that was about to happen, and the scenery in the night was like the shadow of the night, emerging piece by piece, but the scenery on both sides of the road was far away from me. Getting further and further away.
I remember before setting off, I asked Mr. Corning if I had any companions along the way. He told me definitely and clearly on the phone: "This journey of yours will be a very lonely journey."
In life, I am a traveler who likes liveliness but is lonely at heart. I am used to it. Walking alone silently, getting used to letting yourself run alone in countless endless nights. I don't know where I'm going, but I know what I'm looking for. Maybe because I have been lonely for a long time, I would rather enjoy loneliness alone. Maybe that is my direction and destiny. I always stand quietly in loneliness and look at the scenery of the world. What grows secretly in loneliness is my persistence in a belief.
Looking back at the pedestrians on the road, there is still a road at the end of the road, and who is not a passerby on this road? The loneliness of the journey here and back, and at the end of the years, there must be a life I long for waiting for me ahead. I may be reluctant to give up, or shed tears, but I will still stick to my pride, continue my lonely journey, and never give up on my pursuit of poetry. Even if some people say that I am noble and proud, it is because this is the real me.
The feeling of going home
Because you are in a foreign land, you will have the homesickness and nostalgia of a wanderer in the world, and you will recall the feeling of going home over and over again, with all the warmth of home and a feeling of happiness to drive away the lonely days of wandering outside.
My heart was full of hope during the dusty journey. That feeling was so strong in the car. As for Zigui, from the first moment I set foot on you, I felt like I was going home. When your delicate mountain shadows and gentle gorges stand in front of me, my pounding heart immediately feels peaceful and peaceful. There are no surprises, only expected proximity. Because I know that geographical distance cannot be compared with the fusion of souls, and you are like a poem, you are the place I yearn for, you are the place all poets yearn for! Because in all my memories, maybe you have been waiting for me as a poet.
When I was not here, I searched for all the information about you on the Internet and compared it, such as the regional characteristics of "eight mountains, one water and one field", such as citrus, tea, bamboo, chestnut and other specialties , as well as regarding climate, temperature difference, etc., how similar all these are to the small town I am in. What is more important is Qu Zi who wrote "Li Sao" and Yan Yu who wrote "Canglang Poems". Although they did not live in the same era, everything about them was related to poetry and their family and country.
When I arrived in Zigui, it was the beginning of nightfall and the lights were on. The dim light originally meant warmth and the feeling of home, and this light warmed the most fragile part of my soul. I know that all of this can only be experienced by those who have traveled far. The span of time and space did not make me feel like I was in a foreign land, because I could clearly see the smoke rising from both sides of the Xiajiang River waving to me and greeting me.
Even though it was the last night before the return trip, I was destined to have insomnia, thinking endlessly about what to do and what to bring when I go back. But I know I will come back again! Because there is a feeling of going home here that calls me all the time; it is the admiration for the hometown of poetry that calls me!
The fifth day of May, in the hometown of poetry
The fifth day of May has always been a day worth remembering.
We, award-winning poets from all over the country, meet in Zigui and the hometown of poetry.
There is no unfamiliar restraint or feeling of separation between them, but only admiration for Qu Zi and persistence in poetry.
On the fifth day of May, we walked along the river and climbed Phoenix Mountain to explore the poet’s footsteps and pay homage to Qu Zi’s poetic soul; with a pure heart, we recited our praises to Qu Zi at the Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Meeting Our love expresses our sincere feelings for the poetic hometown; we watch the dragon boat race and listen to the calls floating on the river. The tragic song "My brother, come back oh..." made the Zhou poet from Shandong burst into tears; in such a festival to commemorate the poet, it shocked our lives; in the drizzle, we were at the second session of the At the opening ceremony of the Three Gorges International Tourism Festival, people applauded and encouraged the development of Zigui’s tourism and culture. During my days in Zigui, I watched the poetic wind rippling in Zigui, and Zigui watched my poetic heart jump, and then my belief in poetry and the fragrance of poetry stayed with Zigui forever.
On the fifth day of May, at the Dragon Boat Festival Poetry Meeting held in the old house of the Zheng family, all poets used their love for poetry, piety, purity and sincerity to find real poetry and songs of life. At the awards ceremony, poets Zheng Chouyu, Xiao Xiao, Yindi and Bai Ling from Taiwan and Mr. Zhang Tongwu, Sang Hengchang and Zong E from the China Poetry Association used their poems to express their admiration and love for Qu Zi. The award-winning poet Jia Fei passionately recited his award-winning work "Dragon Boat Festival: Book of the Motherland" in Sichuan dialect, which pushed the atmosphere of the poetry meeting to another climax. Those peasant poets from Qu Pingli's Sao Tan Poetry Society used their most pious hearts and most sincere feelings to use poetry to reach a road that can touch Qu Yuan...
In the hometown of poetry, I understand Understand poetry and understand the direction of the soul. I know that on the road of poetry creation, there are never winners or losers. Some are just monologues of one's own soul; some are endless hard labor in exploring poetry. Some are constantly breaking old shackles and forging new ones; some are the dream of flying close to freedom. And every day when we are in Zigui, we can be excited about immersing ourselves in the sea of ??poems in the hometown of poetry; in Zigui, we use the petals of all poems to pay homage to the soul of Qu Zi.
At this moment, I want to say thank you in sincere words! Because of Zigui’s “Qu Yuan Cup” National Poetry Competition, poets from all over the world gathered under Qu Yuan’s command, and Qu Zi’s spirit continued to rise. Only then did my fellow poets and I gather together in Zigui every day. friendship.
Returning with poems
How much care and reluctance...
The lights of the city tear through the curtain of the night, and you will definitely feel lonely after the feast. Lonely. Those dissociated states of mind are like clouds moving with the wind in the dark night, floating and restless, with nowhere to go. Those words that had been kept in my heart due to silence left mottled and broken shadows on the dark green lake of Xiajiang River.
The flickering fireworks in my hands ignited my thoughts flying in the night. As the train left Yichang, I couldn’t help but look back. The departing figures of Teacher Qin, Xiaomei and Li Ping were reflected in my eyes. The scenery is constantly overlapping and blurring, and Yichang has been immersed in the vast night mist, wandering like a dream.
I know that at this time, there are many things that become clearer the farther away they are. So, let me continue to miss you like this! Let all the literary friends and poets who participated in the poetry meeting with me keep the glorious days in the clouds and flourish like orchids in the memories!
When you carry poems back home, all the words you cherish are buried in your heart, and from now on the world is just around the corner; when you carry poems home, poems rain all the way, and flowers smell all the way, and your soul is no longer lonely.