Confusion before learning to drive.
Author: Ruan Bomin
People who buy things always shop around before deciding to buy.
Look at that real shop. The goods are beautiful, cheap and safe.
Online shopping is the same as on-site buying.
The ultimate reason is still afraid of spending money.
The result is rubbish.
So the businessman says you are stupid.
And laughed at you for being so gullible.
This is human psychology.
Want money to spend.
Business is also very beautiful.
Learning to drive is the same as buying things.
A program that is not much different.
First of all, we must prevent ourselves from being counterfeited.
We need to reevaluate and judge.
Have you lost your head, your eyes and your heart?
Because I can't afford the wrong money.
I can't afford to drop out of driving school by mistake.
Because it's more expensive to waste time taking a driver's license than gold.
In today's dazzling and countless driving schools.
There are choices, appreciation and defection.
Because my whole life
Maybe we should use direction to close the distance.
Because my whole life
A driver's license is the same as a computer.
Maybe it's like being afraid of incomplete typing.
Even my son wanted to give me a computer, but he was afraid to answer it.
Later, I got a little help from God.
My intelligence is very smart, so I can capture the beloved thing of computer.
However, I paid for it myself.
Learn about computers immediately.
There is no road in the world, and there are many people who become roads.
The era when Mr. Lu Xun said this.
Never tested for a driver's license.
Those drivers only need to have driving skills.
Still driving faster than the plane.
With the progress of science and technology, traffic has also improved, and drivers should also improve.
Nature of heaven, nature of man, nature of car, nature of money.
These four modernizations will dissolve my heart.
I don't know if it's true or not.
The price is different, and the length of driving test is different.
I studied driving in Dongguan and went to Hunan for textual research.
Then you can turn back to the license plate in Guangxi after one year.
You can get a driver's license in half a year.
Pay 6.8 thousand.
I still have two months to get my driver's license.
Pay 8.8 thousand
If you are retaken in a subject.
Then you're dead.
It becomes a lie or a story.
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Confusion of contemporary poetry
To tell the truth, I still appreciate modern poetry, from Biekangqiao by Xu Zhimo, Broken Chapters by Bian, and Rain Lane by Dai Wangshu. From Kosuke Kitajima's Answer to Shu Ting's Oak and Gu Cheng's Generation ... I first came into contact with modern poetry about twenty years ago, when I was still in high school. At that time, campus life was very monotonous, and the school radio station occasionally put some poems with music. I remember the first song was Xi Murong's Youth, "All the endings have been written/all the tears have started/but I suddenly forgot how it started/in that ancient summer day that I can never come back/no matter how I pursued it/you just drifted like a cloud when you were young/and your smiling face was very shallow/gradually disappeared into the haze after sunset. When I finished listening to this poem, the beauty of that moving image deeply attracted me. So, in a very short time, I quickly read the famous modern poems of all ages. I can't help but sigh: in the complicated rolling world of mortals, there is such a breathtaking and moving voice; On the other side far from the hustle and bustle, there is such a quiet spiritual harbor. Since then, this way of leaving blank space on paper has also become my way of pinning my mood, accompanying me through a confused, restless and beautiful youth. But today, facing the development direction of contemporary poetry in the past 20 years, I feel very confused. Since 1990s, I can't understand most poems, except Wang Guozhen. I like his simplicity and sincerity. Originally, poetry can go straight to the theme of our spirit and soul and directly convey the inner voice of the soul on the premise of omitting the pictures of daily life. But unfortunately, in the face of the poems created by contemporary poets, I can't hear this voice.
I just want to ask a simple question, what is a poem? Or what is China's modern new poetry? This seems easy to answer. There are certain words and sentences, artistic conception and connotation. This is a poem. But this answer is too general. I remember Mr. Liang Shiqiu said that new poems are actually foreign poems written in Chinese. Since the May 4th New Culture Movement, China's traditional culture has been questioned in an all-round way, and poetry is no exception. The writing techniques of China's modern poems are basically imitated by foreign poems, among which Tagore, an Indian poet, has a great influence on China's modern poems. The so-called crescent school of China's poetry is named after the poems of Ethereum. Tagore's poems did not dig too much into human ugliness, but made great efforts in the field of beauty. He didn't use a dagger or whip to alert readers, but used a smile to melt them. What impressed me most was his poem Sunset. "I know that time will come to an end. One day, the tired sunset cast a last glance at me with a sad smile. /The shepherd boy plays the flute by the roadside. /Sheep are grazing on the beach. /The children are playing in the yard. /Birds are singing in the tree. /I know this year will end. /I have a request for you-/Let me know, before I go to the west,/Look up at the blue sky/Why did you call me? /Why do I hear the whispers of the stars,/Silent midnight,/Why does the sun roll in my heart? /This is my plea to you. /When I die,/Let me finish singing the chorus of my song. /The flower basket is full of flowers and fruits of six seasons,/The light of life sees your elegance,/Hanging the garland of my songs around your neck,/When I die. " . Reading Tagore's poems, the feeling is the baptism of the soul, the purification of the soul, the sense of security, beauty, warmth, beyond words.
In the 1990s, there was a northeast poet named A Hong, who wrote such a poem: "Loneliness in a rainy lane/fuzzy white coordinates of hometown/scenery covered with oak trees/missing you/heart/even gone/beautiful autumn colors/returning/missing the north". A Hong sent it to a literary magazine, and the editor of the magazine replied that this poem is very profound and full of mysterious philosophical meaning, marking the emergence of a new stage of poetry. In fact, this is an experiment done by teacher Hong. He didn't write this poem, it was randomly arranged and combined by the computer. The editor's comments are sheer nonsense. Poetry can be separated from the creative subject to a certain extent, which is novel and terrible. Later, avant-garde poetry, lower body poetry and junk poetry appeared. I find it difficult to read these poems. I wonder what they are trying to say. I've only read two poems about the lower body, Shen Haobo's Good Chest. "As soon as she got on the bus, I stared at her/her chest was towering/her ass was bulging/it was really mouth-watering/I stared at her chest/I stared at it tightly/the bulging chest/I wish I could see through it/she was finally seen by me/uncomfortable/I held my little daughter beside me/just right. I said woman/don't think like this/I look back/I'm still staring/this time it's her daughter/that beautiful little face/hey, I said woman/don't look at your daughter/look innocent now/grow up/must be/have a good chest. " And Yin Lichuan's Why Don't You Feel Well, "Ah, a little higher, a little lower, a little left, a little right/This is not * *, this is nailing/Oh, hurry up, slow down, loosen up, tighten up/This is not * *, this is sweeping pornography or tying shoelaces/Oh, deeper, lighter. I really don't want to watch it again. No matter what people do now, they will catch people's eyes by hook or by crook, no matter whether the food served is fragrant or not. Between the lines are all unsightly, unsightly. Where is the beauty? Where is the charm? Where is the profound ideological connotation? I am blind and ignorant. I can't see or hear. I am just a bystander and don't understand the theory of poetry creation, but I know that at present, such poems are not what I want to read. They may be geniuses, but it never occurred to me that contemporary poetry can develop into a strange style pattern of narcissism, arrogance and mutual admiration in its own small circle without the participation of readers. Ms. Zhao Lihua has a poem "A Man Came to Tennessee", "Without a doubt/My pie is/the best in the world". I can also write such a poem, "I came to Texas alone" and "There is no doubt that/the eel I caught/is the largest in the world", ok? She also has a poem "I finally found it under a tree" and "An ant/another ant/a group of ants/maybe more ants". I looked at it carefully for a long time and thought about it for a long time, but I was still at a loss. Later, I read another poet's comment. He said that this poem expresses that our knowledge is always limited, and it is only futile to know the whole world. I thought about it, and it seems reasonable, but I still feel far-fetched, so I won't mention it here.
Nowadays, with the advent of the internet age, poetry is overwhelming and everywhere, but there are very few good poems that can shock the soul and sing. Including literary journals and websites, excellent poems recommended by editors are almost all obscure. A poet's Night Watch wrote, "The clock strikes twelve, when, when/I catch a fly with a mosquito net/I don't need hands/the process is simple/I use understanding and cursing/I say: fly, I say: blood/I say: I cancel you at 13: 30/and then I knock thirteen times like a drop of medicine/.
I have also visited two poets, either in big places or in small counties. To tell the truth, I can't understand the poems written by contemporary poets. Their faces immediately showed disdain, as if I said this, which was tantamount to belittling myself, and the conversation naturally went on. In fact, I also know that if poetry wants to innovate, it must break its own boundaries again and again in order to gain new impetus and new artistic expression. However, the freedom, infinity and instability of poetry bring a problem, that is, if poetry has no boundaries, no rules and no bottom line, then it may be nothing. Nowadays, arrogance, indifference and irrationality pervade the poetry world. The more you don't understand, the better poetry, the penetration and farfetched of thousands of miles will completely subvert the artistic expression of modern poetry in my mind. Generally speaking, I see a pair of nervous and weird eyes, and always say that you don't appreciate it, and your level is too low. If your poem is a treasure in your heart, but it is rubbish in the eyes of readers, it is almost equivalent to rubbish without readers as interactive literary texts. What I want to say is: I am not a wise minister, and there is no need to bite the bullet and say that I saw the fig leaf of the emperor's old son.
As for the reason why contemporary poetry is marginalized, a university professor said that it is necessary to improve the overall quality of poetry readers. What a mystery! Nobody cares about your pie, but you have to blame the diners all over the world for their bad taste. What logic is this? Facing the increasingly marginalized contemporary poetry, either their poems are really too abstruse and mysterious, and they are written for people in the next century to read, appreciate and evaluate; Or they wrote nothing at all. I just want to say that in this materialistic economic society, what we hear is mostly pathological nonsense, but it is openly called art. I really have nothing to say! At this point in the book, there are no more poems!