Fubie-Zheng Chouyu
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night;
You smile and I wave.
A lonely road will spread to both ends.
At this time, you have returned to your home by the river.
I think you are combing your long hair or tidying your wet coat.
I still have a long way to go back from the storm;
The mountains recede into the distance and the plains expand even more.
Alas, the world is afraid that darkness has really taken shape. ...
You said, you are so stupid. You look like a child flying a kite.
You shouldn't have tied it and let it go.
The kite went away, leaving a broken thread;
The book is too thick to open the title page;
The beach is too long to leave footprints;
Clouds come from holes and springs drop from cracks.
It all started. Where is the ocean?
The first encounter of "single-plank bridge" has become a thing of the past.
Now it is a vast grassland,
I have lost the right to keep your pet;
How beautiful it is to wear red and white and blue at night.
I'm not good at golden fruit gardens either.
Went to Victor's grave by mistake. ...
I never want to see you again when I leave you this time.
By this time, you have fallen asleep quietly.
Leave what we have not finished, leave it to the world,
This world, I'm still stepping on,
This is just your dream. ...
Brief introduction of poets and appreciation of poems
(1933-), a poet in China, whose real name is Zheng, was born in Hebei and was born in Jinan, Shandong. The father of this childhood soldier traveled all over the country, inside and outside the Great Wall, and experienced the customs and landscapes of the motherland. 1949 After he went to Taiwan Province with his family, he studied and wrote. His works were appreciated by Ji Xian, and he became a major member of the modern poetry club in 1963.
He has a profound accomplishment in classical literature, and can combine traditional poetic artistic conception with western modern artistic techniques. Modern poetry has been changed into songs, mostly by Zheng Chouyu and Yu Guangzhong.
Zheng Chouyu's poetry style is fresh and elegant. Reading his poems is like seeing an ancient poet in a robe.
Among modern poets, Zheng Chouyu is my favorite. I like his two poems, Wrong and Farewell. Fortunately, in my youth, his new poems accompanied me all the way. After reading traditional ancient poems these days, I naturally thought of this modern poet. Farewell is also a poem about parting, a sad song about a man and a woman breaking up. The whole poem is divided into three sections to develop poetry.
From the beginning, Fu Bie pointed out the time and climate. When he broke up with his girlfriend, he didn't say it happened on a stormy night, but said, "This time I left you, whether it was wind, rain or night."
Is this relationship destined to be as light as the wind, and sad tears will fall like rain? The ending of this relationship seems to have been doomed, destined to "shape". At the moment of parting, the wind blew in the sky and it rained, and there was no more sad time and atmosphere. I didn't cry or argue when I broke up. She just smiled wordlessly, and the poet just waved wordlessly.
So, loneliness is accompanied by two people, along a road that runs counter to each other and never hands over, extending endlessly to the empty sky. There is no need to say goodbye. Need I say more? "Goodbye" usually means never seeing you again, needless to say.
"You smiled, I waved" seems to be such a silent action, and breaking up is really a bit like "Sakyamuni flowers, Ye Jia smiled", as if suddenly enlightened. "A lonely road will spread to both ends." This is a very high literary brushwork. Loneliness has no feet, it will not extend in two opposite directions, but lovelorn people do! Acacia can't run, but it brings distress and sadness because of deep thoughts. It is an unchangeable fact that the poet broke up with his girlfriend, but the poet can't forget each other. Can he not think about it? So at this moment, "Miss" has returned to her cottage by the lake. "I think" by now, she may be combing her long hair blown by the wind or sorting out her coat wet by the rain. Isn't this deep yearning that he can't extricate himself proof that he still loves each other?
But what is waiting for the poet? This is a lonely way home with wind and rain! The poet's inner feelings are loneliness, loneliness, smallness, confusion and darkness! "Pingwu is everywhere in the spring, and pedestrians are outside." This is a famous sentence by Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty. Those who say goodbye are getting farther and farther away from those who leave, isolated from the vast world. Even if they climb the tall building, the other party has made up its mind never to look back.
From the moment he broke up, he walked out of his world, farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the invisible.
Zheng Chouyu, a poet, left sadly, as if he had gone through all the hardships to go home by train.
The train passed through the hilly area and entered a wide flat weed field. The mountains slowly retreated, and the flat weeds became wider and wider with the retreat of the mountains. With this vast landscape, the lovelorn poet on the train set off. How lonely and lonely he is at the moment!
The objective scenery is only the subjective internal projection, which is a wonderful technique in traditional poetry. After losing her, the world was dark. "Ah, this world, the fear of darkness has really taken shape ..."
Love is like the weather in March. No matter the infatuation of first love or the sadness of lovelorn love, people can't know where it comes from. Come and go without a trace, mysterious On the road of love, you will inevitably come to a fork in the road. Love is like flying a kite, flying into the blue sky with regret of disconnection. Another example is walking on the beach. "The beach is too long to walk out of the footprints." This is exactly "clouds come from holes and springs drop from cracks in the stone". Since then, clouds and water have drifted away and become unpredictable. The first meeting of the "wooden bridge" is a thing of the past, indicating that they fell in love at first sight and hit it off. "Now it is a vast grassland", and love is drifting and elusive. Poetry uses modernism to express the same meaning through several different images. Girlfriend's words are free and easy, but lovelorn people can't stop the pain of lovesickness, saying "I'm leaving you this time, so I don't want to see you again" and "leave all our unfinished things to this world". The more I say this, the more I see the pain that Victor wants to love.
This poem typically embodies "worrying about the wind". Love is sweet and gentle, but it can also bring some distress to people. Maybe the happiness of love comes from pain. The most touching love poem is the lovelorn poem. The lead singer of this "Farewell" has a sentimental and melancholy temperament, which has formed a whirlwind and touched the hearts of many boys and girls.
The poet's love, as one thing, has a beginning and no end. From the first meeting of Muqiao, it ended in breaking up. In a word, wrong! Like a child flying a kite, he caught the broken kite. Why did it finally break? The answer is wrong.
The story of the poet and his girlfriend begins with the wooden bridge. The first meeting was doomed, and the inevitable fate dominated the development of acquaintance, love and even breakup. But one thing is certain, the poet can no longer touch and see each other, and the power that supports her special love has passed. His she is a thing of the past. If this continues, the conclusion will be "wrong"! Colorful love stories are like the colors of the night sky at dusk. "It's beautiful to wear red and white and blue at night."
Why did she change her mind? This seems to be an eternal problem. The poet chose to retire, stay away from himself and leave her, so he didn't want to see her again.
A colorful love story died at the beginning. Let this regret be eternal in life. The poet's real world is her painful loss. For her who has fallen asleep quietly, it is just like a dream.
Leaving everything unfinished, where is the ocean? The poet's stunt is the unique magic of words!