Conversation with the poet

The poet is from another country

But he said, I am also from China

The poet brought an osmanthus flower

Language like gold Very Chinese

In an ancient country of poetry

The poet seemed to be intoxicated

Du Fu became a close friend

And Huangshan , only Huangshan left his soul

The poet is ninety years old but still a young man

He spits out poems in a low and gentle tone

Infused with thoughts in the words< /p>

The other and me, the language of the body is burning

“My loneliness is a beautiful garden.

And my motherland is a pain that cannot be erased

The leaves of the olive tree were destroyed

The poet used his knife and pen to carve verses to awaken the sinking earth.

Exploring the unknown and the future

It is the life of poetry and the true meaning of life

Someone asked the poet how to resist human sadness and loneliness

< p> The poet said that poetry does not solve problems, it only raises questions

When the problem is solved

Sadness and loneliness are reconciled

Loneliness is not What about a kind of beauty that can contain all the truth of the world

in the sky of the poet's meaning?

Still in love with this bright world and the country of the people

Using the body to weave the end of the poem is impressive

Poetry is as gentle as a piece of raw material Jade

is like a proudly erect pine on the cliff of Huangshan Mountain

is like a misty word in Li Bai's poem

Only dreams can weave everyone together The difference

If you ask who else can influence the poet's writing

The poet's answer is negative and resolute

Even in France, there is Baudelaire< /p>

But it is impossible to influence every word of the poet

Personality and self, stay innocent

Keep thinking about pain, separation and suffering

Maintain respect and belief in love

Poetry can bloom flowers like spring water

The poet's tone is still low and gentle

Like a beautiful young man Elegance and eloquence

The language of gestures from time to time

The country of China is another hometown of poets

There is no loneliness in my hometown, but loneliness is still

A poet's eternal and beautiful garden

Where people from all over the world come to sing