For a while, I struggled with some words. For example, Lang Lang and Mei. For example, I saw you, deposited in my heart, and the breeze was engraved in my memory.
I met them in the Woods of poetry and knew that they could express the general tendency of this poetry collection from different angles and could be used as the name of the poetry collection. But the problem is, I'm still walking around between these words, floating around. It seems that it can only be regarded as hair passing through this collection, and it cannot be explained deeply and suddenly. I didn't hesitate until the word "look" flashed through my mind and my heart lit up.
At this time, I just read franzen's new book Freedom. This novel is a masterpiece. The book describes the living status of the middle class with vigorous pen and ink, and shows the contradiction, confusion, loneliness and disillusionment that pervades a country called freedom. Is freedom happiness? Many times, what freedom brings is nothing more than happiness. Franzen used his unique narrative style to explore the most difficult feelings in people's hearts. After reading it, I think it is impossible for people to get real happiness if they simply consume their freedom with material desires, and the state of happiness of people cannot be regarded as real happiness if it does not come from inner joy and beauty.
So I came up with this look. Freedom and happiness will condense or flash at this state point. When we experience life and things, we are actually looking for their spirit. The times we meet are in various transformations, and light and dust are intertwined. A lot of happiness that looks beautiful often lacks spirit, and a lot of laughter that sounds happy often lacks spirit. However, when we go through the hardships of peace, we do not disgrace our inner pursuit. We are looking for sincere works that blend with our hearts and shine brightly from time to time. This feeling is equally difficult, but it is also joyful. It reveals all kinds of signs that lead to inner happiness and beauty.
This collection of poems happened on my way to middle age under this background. During this time, I have experienced various changes in my work and life from address to space, my simple survival formula has been expanded, my ecological situation has been transformed, I have witnessed more faces in the world and expanded my experience and knowledge of life. During this time, I especially want to thank nature for reminding me to stay calm and awake in the hustle and bustle, just like falling into the Peach Blossom Garden and groping for a glimmer of light. After the ancient cave of Qin people, it suddenly became clear and ushered in the beautiful scenery of fertile fields. I found that there is always something in the things we live in, which makes people get rid of the dust, find inner recognition, achieve a beautiful silence, get physical and mental comfort, charm and leisure of personality.
I wrote down the spirit I found in my poems.
I saw a peach tree, growing on the edge and living in my heart. A laurel tree is full of clothes and graceful. And a jujube tree, on the paper in the air, dances with the figure of running letters. I saw a camellia break through the ice and said it was a flame. Looking at a plate of sunflowers, life is a yearning. And a lamp holding autumn chrysanthemum alone in the height reflects the emptiness of finding yourself.
I saw a Chun Xue cooling the noisy earth and returning the starting point to zero. A bridge replaced the missing land and put down the long-distance running. A drop of water sat on the tip of the grass to rest, and his heart was green. Watch the river flow at night. The sound of books and moonlight. Empty everything at night. I saw the grass leading the grass and taking root with each other. I saw the vegetation pulling the mountain and running happily.
I see the spirit of the earth, appearing from time to time in the operation of mountains and rivers, constantly echoing human nature. In the transparent river, listen to the thin sound of oars. Listen to the surging of everything under the dripping sky. Walking on the streets of Golmud, I saw people in the distance flying all over by the wind, blowing out an endless look. Back to my hometown Liyang Plain, I saw that the rice fields in autumn were spreading people's hearts with the method of connecting green with yellow.
I think humans have been looking for gods. And this spirit mainly comes from the spirit of nature, from the spiritual harvest of people's Taoism and nature. I wrote in my poem: I thought a clean life/no mud or dust/only then did I know that it was ungrounded/everything could be distorted. I believe that nature contains secrets that make people look beautiful, and experience can enrich the sublimation of life. I went on to write: Chinese cabbage just hung after pod/cucumber, bitter gourd, pepper, tomato/their tastes and appearances are very different, but they are one/just like Confucius, Zhuangzi and grandson who don't know each other/but gather in my place, which arranges the order of the team/they are even very close, and sometimes overlap/career, life, strategy, two aspects of a thing/three angles. I wrote these sentences, looking at the fresh plants growing in the garden, looking at the ancient books that are resurrected at any time in the study, and looking at the memories that travel through time and space, my chest is full of gas.
I think, life is an unrepeatable experience, and life always goes through the tunnel of time to complete its irreversible journey in the world. If we can't take the responsibility calmly, can't resolutely put down the trade-offs, just pretend to live happily with the mud, or even repeatedly pawn the purity we yearn for, it is really disrespectful to the world that accommodates our lives and the nature that gives us humanity, and it is also quite regrettable.
I think, spirit is actually a kind of spiritual strength raised by the beauty of harmony, and the beauty of harmony is a kind of soul light. I saw what our great country looked like: I finally started with a Chinese character/a square starting with the stone of Mount Tai/I saw your dialogue with the world/I saw a group of Chinese characters embracing a group of pigeons/I was very close.
I think, I didn't expect in advance that such an ordinary word as "look" would settle down in this collection of poems and become the title. However, it can really dive into the depths of poetry, arousing my gaze and cognition of this collection of poems, and it took several years to pave the vein and imprint of poetry. I believe this is the fate of words.
The spirit will come out soon. I love it and dedicate it to my dear relatives and friends. Dedicated to those respected people who will soon love it. Ma Xinchao: There is no cold in the poem "Ghosts and Ghosts", but the snow inside has temperature. Calm, soothing, witty and bright is its basic tone.
Tian He: "Ling" has a strong ability to talk with nature, and shows the comfort of living in still water to the fullest.
Lin Xue: Reading paranormal is like reading heaven and earth, spring and autumn, benevolence and people's hearts, and reading the peace of the whole East after the robbery.
Lei Pingyang: "Spirit" is a kind of present and transitive writing. Is to sing a personal ode to joy to the sky and the earth silently.
Zhou Suotong: Spirit conveys a primitive, restrained and invisible mysterious force, and embodies the inquiry spirit of modernist art.