Dusk. The raindrops become smaller.
My mother and I screamed at the vendor.
meet with
For what? -
Mom will bring the freshest vegetables.
Put it in my basket.
mother
The dearest raindrop in the rain
Before they go back to their lives
With whiter white hair in the twilight.
Mother stood down.
Take care of me
Like a road, watch its path.
Mom-
There is no doubt that all the poets are trying to show a kind of maternal love. But the maternal love described by the poet is so simple, gentle and full of sadness. It seems that the love of the old calf is vivid.
In the vegetable market at dusk, my mother put the freshest vegetables she bought into her daughter's basket. The mother stepped down and watched her daughter go home. A "release" and a "look", the poet caught two extremely simple movements-movements that any mother in the world can easily do, showing the mother's simple love for her daughter to the fullest. Moreover, this kind of love does not need too many words to whitewash. It has completely entered a natural state: mother and daughter communicate silently with eye contact. This kind of love, more like a spring tide, flows gently in her daughter's heart and blood vessels. The poet Naye is good at capturing poetry from trivial matters of life and choosing the right place. This is a way to write poetry that is worth learning!
And this kind of maternal love adds a sadness to the poet's pen. It happened that the poet met his mother on a rainy day. Perhaps it is the characteristics of rain itself that evoke many reverie of the poet and produce sadness. The poet remembered the hardships of his life and the hardships of his white-haired old mother. Mother and daughter are really like two raindrops falling from the sky. Where did they come from and where will they go? It is not easy to meet now. How much time do we have to meet in the future? What will be the next meeting? ....................................................................................................................................................... ........................... looked at the vegetables my mother sent me in my basket, and then looked at her mother's gray hair standing in the dusk, so that her sadness would not surge. "Mom, mom, you must always take care of yourself!" . This is the poet's inner gentle cry. This cry not only touched the poet himself.
Poet Na Ye, born in 1964, graduated from the Chinese Department of Nanjing University and now lives in Lanzhou, Gansu. She deeply understands that it is not easy to be a mother, and life has already tempered her inner world to be very simple, kind and sensitive. Besides, she has been writing and publishing poems since 1980s. Today, her poetry has reached the realm of both wisdom and powerful shock.
On the poet's skills of choosing words and making sentences. You see how much imagination her word Gone with the Wind has left for readers. Vivid and appropriate, not uncommon, can be described as "accurate". Look at the images she uses, such as raindrops, roads and paths, which are simple and accurate. When these images are put in the poem and read together with other words to help you understand the artistic conception of the whole poem, you will find that these images have a feeling of suspension and elegance, which makes you admire; And the whole poem looks beautiful, just like a small pin pinned to the chest, always so eye-catching.
It can be said that his poetry writing is extraordinary!