Under the lamp, empty wine bottles are singing in the wind.
I hurried past here.
Towards the dying fire.
Outside the window are mountains, misty rain, April.
There is no one farther away.
A pine tree struggled to hold up the sky.
I heard the rapid rotation of the ring.
This is a forbidden park, and Ran Ran is full of fog.
When the face melts in the twilight
You started crying.
Marquez, a great writer and Nobel Prize in Literature laureate, said: "Poetry is the mysterious energy in ordinary life. It can cook food, ignite love and make people fascinated. A toast to the great American poet Luis Cardoso Aragon is the only evidence that he defines poetry as human existence. "
The emotion, shock and strength brought by a good poem can't be expressed in words, and it needs to be understood with heart.
So, what kind of poem is a good poem?
Mr. Ye Jiaying said, to judge the quality of poetry, we can't just look at the beauty of appearance and the skill of writing arrangement, nor is it what people say that as long as there is an image, it is a good poem.
I quite agree with that.
No matter how gorgeous the words are, how beautiful the words are, and how ingenious the literary arrangement is, if there is no emotion, vivid scenes and profound thoughts, this poem can only be regarded as a metaphysical imitator, which can neither directly hit people's hearts nor arouse people's thoughts, let alone make people think deeply and enter the artistic conception of the poem. Such a poem has no soul.
In my opinion, the words "emotion", "scenery" and "meaning" cover three important elements that a good poem should have.
I like Twilight very much by the famous poet Mr. Love. Below I will share the reasons why I love this little poem from these three elements.
"Preface to Mao Poetry" says: "Emotion moves in China, and form is in words."
According to Mr. Ye Jiaying, this sentence shows that poetry is a real inner emotion. People often have this kind of life, but the depth, thickness, size, good and evil are different, and each emotion is different.
Lao Luo's poem takes twilight as a metaphor, and uses inanimate "background" and "things" such as lights, fire, mountains, misty rain, pine and cypress, fog to set off the "I" in the text, which has a sense of crisis of the times, followed by pain, anxiety and helplessness. When the wheel of years crushes us mercilessly, we burst into tears.
Lao Luo wrote in his poem: "When your face melts in the twilight, you start to cry."
When readers read this, they feel sad. This is a real feeling and shock from the heart.
Good poetry can arouse readers' emotions and make them feel uneasy with the ups and downs of poetry. Good poetry provides readers with a good lyric platform, through which they can relate to themselves and reflect their inner thoughts with their emotions.
In Yijing, Ganxi and classical Chinese, honesty is the basic condition and requirement for writing and being a man.
The sincerity in Luo Lao's poems is reflected in the fact that the "I" in the poems looks at the world with heart, not just with eyes.
"I" heard the singing of the bottle, felt the "struggle" of the pine tree, and noticed the urgent bell. When in the fog, Ran Ran rose.
All these meticulous descriptions are full of sincerity.
Detailed and vivid description of scenery is the key to a good poem.
The success of scene description helps the author to render emotion and contrast the atmosphere, and also helps the reader to enter the artistic conception of the poem.
There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers.
The author of this poem expresses it in precise language through his own feelings and description of the scene. Different readers will have different interpretations and feelings, and there is no unified standard answer.
At the beginning of Twilight, Lao Luo used the tone of dusk to set off gloom, used the sound of lights and empty wine bottles to render loneliness, and finally used "dying fire" to strengthen the depressing atmosphere in the first paragraph.
Following the second paragraph, the reader can see a beautiful landscape painting when he closes his eyes. The distant mountains are empty, echoing loneliness in the thin misty rain. Lao Luo deliberately chose "a pine tree" instead of "two rows of trees" or "three rows of seedlings", and used the word "struggle" to describe the sky as low as a pine tree. What is presented to everyone is a kind of lonely beauty.
Finally, as the "fog" slowly rises, my face gradually blurs, which means that the rotation of life is unstoppable, and getting old is an inevitable trend, although it is very sad.
Luo Lao's rough brush vividly depicts people's worries and fears when they enter the countdown stage of life in just a few lines.
"Book of Rites and Music" said: "What people move is what things are."
The most basic and important condition for a poet is to see whether he has real emotional activities and is excited. How can a poet touch others if he can't even touch himself?
If you only look with your eyes instead of feeling with your heart, even if you learn the skills of description and write beautiful sentences, it is not a good poem, because it only has words and skills and lacks the life that poetry should have.
What is discussed here is conception.
What does the poet want to express? What is the deep artistic conception beyond paper?
Luo Lao's Twilight symbolizes dusk, with the setting sun as the poetic background. The whole poem seems to be progressive step by step, bringing readers into the mood of Luo Lao.
A good poem that can bring readers spiritual experience and self-liberation.
Finally, let me end my shallow analysis and deep feelings about the poem Twilight by Mr. Ye Jiaying.
In order to pay tribute to the master of love, Mr. Murong wrote this sentence in his mind like a cat and a tiger, responding to the coming twilight.
The canopy outside the white gauze window? Low and deep
A sudden gale
Blow the rattan chair on the balcony.
I light it? Diana Francis incense.
Winter rain comes when it comes.
At first, it just knocked on the eaves.
The eaves bear the raging wind and the kiss of the rain.
Even the bamboo in the backyard was lowered.
I listened to the wind quietly, enjoyed the rain and counted the leaves falling in the air.
Leaves rush to the earth and freedom in the twilight.
The soil has buried it.