The friendship with Bao Ming began about 20 1 1 years ago. By that time, he had made many local literary friends in Jinan. His collection of poems "Homecoming Ballad" was printed with the help of Zhao, a classmate of my writer class in Shanda University. When I met him, the collection of poems had not been published. Later, I heard that it was sold in the campus of Shanda University, and many students of Shanda University rushed to buy his masterpiece. One weekend, he called to deliver this collection and asked where it was now. I said I was visiting the second-hand book market in Zhongshan Park. He said, Oh, I know that place. Wait, I'll come and give you the poetry collection later. As a result, he came here by bike wearing 1000 degree myopia glasses. In 20 12, my parents were celebrating the Spring Festival, and my mother was 66 years old on the sixth day of the first month. Jiyang's literary friends and Du made a special trip to celebrate their birthdays. As a literary friend of Jinan, Bao Ming accompanied them and drank in the dark from noon. He doesn't seem to show much emotion, but there are waves in his chest and he has obvious poet temperament. In recent years, great changes have taken place in his situation. He lives in seclusion near Dingling and Changling in Yanshan Mountain. In front of his house is the stone archway of the Ming Tombs, and then there are stone carvings. At the foot of the emperor's mausoleum, he silently persisted in his writing. Mr. Sun, the former editor-in-chief of Poetry Magazine, launched the activity of "Poets Visiting the Earth" nationwide.
On the second day in Beijing, after breakfast, I hurried on, constantly changed buses, sat down at Deshengmen, and then took the 872 bus to find him. I took the expressway first, and the road was crowded. I arrived at 1 1 in the morning. Bao Ming rode an electric car to the bus stop to meet his lovely grandson. He is two years younger than me, and my grandson goes to kindergarten, so I am not as good as him. But not as good as his. In the small bungalow where he lives, the foot of the bed and the bedside table are filled with books, many of which are poems by foreign poets, such as Selected Poems of Snyder, Selected Poems of Bly, Selected Poems of Thomas, Selected Poems of Manders Ertan, Selected Poems of Fett in the Stars and Selected Poems of Puning. Bao Ming said that these books were all ordered from the Internet, which benefited a lot from reading and influenced the personal style of poetry to some extent. Now, writing poetry has changed.
In the afternoon, we visited the Ming Tombs, which is really a treasure trove of geomantic omen. Terraced fields on the peak are like ganoderma lucidum, and the mountains are peaceful and endless. It is also pleasant to talk about poetry here. Bao Ming said with a smile, if you want to live here permanently, you will be blessed by the imperial tomb. I also replied with a smile, saying that all the people who were blessed by the imperial tomb were night watchmans. In such an economic downturn and some morbid society, survival has brought pressure, depression and despair to many of us. It is still the dormant old dream that supports Bao Ming's wandering north and south, reflecting his endless writing path. It should be said that he has made some literary achievements, and some places are worth learning and learning from. Of course, more importantly, he is catching up with the past.