Redefining Discourse —— Thoughts on Reading Chen Shukun's Modern Poems

Chen Shukun, Bachelor of Architecture and Chinese in Tsinghua University, likes to write poems and sketches, and his pen name is Mei. He writes poems so fast that I think they are too similar to Ai's poems. Recently, in our poetry creation appreciation group, Simi said that Chen Shukun's poems are sweet but not greasy, and have the taste of Chinese painting; On the third day of March, Chen Shukun's works were as transparent as dew; I prefer to read his modern poems, such as fruit juice, which is sweet but not greasy, as Ximimi said. After work, reading is relaxed and pleasant, such as gentle breeze and drizzle, and light spring flowers.

The meaning of poetry can help us to re-understand a word from a new dimension. Perhaps this word has been ignored, but poetry can give it fresh vitality, thus expanding its connotation and extension.

Today, I read the article "Architecture is Wrong" (No Default Architecture) by Yang Yang, another alumnus of Tsinghua Architecture Department, but I haven't read it yet, because I don't know anything about architecture, but this topic attracted me because I was thinking about the relationship between poets and vocabulary, and the sentence "Architecture is wrong" inspired me. Yes, for poets, the ordinary meaning of words is fixed, just like architecture. Once fixed, it loses vitality and spirituality, which can be said to be wrong. If a word is understood and used only in a fixed range, it will not produce dynamic works.

A poet is a person with unique thinking, which makes words abandon limited and outdated concepts and see more possibilities. In the poet's works, vocabulary can often dissolve the existing concepts and return to the source when the concepts are not formed. The source is fresh water, and only from the source can there be more possibilities.

A poet can create a unique world with words, or it can be said to be a perfect world.

In the sea of Wang Yang culture, a word and a vocabulary have gone through ups and downs, forming numerous combinations, which can be long works or just a few lines. It can be a novel or an academic work; It can be prose or poetry; It can be a fable or a myth. Myth says: God created a man in his own image from the dust on the ground, and blew a breath of life into his nostrils, so that he became a spiritual man who could speak and walk. Poets are people who are angry with words.

What kind of vocabulary you have means what kind of life you have; Changing your life can start with changing your vocabulary. You can change your behavior, habits and thoughts, because these are determined by your mind. Or it's fate.

The standard of a good poem can be summarized as follows: sincere emotion, profound thought, refined language, novel image, wonderful rhythm and harmonious structure. But in fact, a poem is a good work if it can have one or two of them.

As a counselor, I know the importance of acceptance, and as a teacher, I know the importance of growth. Therefore, I have always believed that the first stage of reading poetry is to appreciate it according to its true colors, and the second stage is to let the words grow through communication and exploration.

The Harmony of Modern Poetry

Author /ramin

I took off my expensive hat.

The sunshine is slightly oblique.

The joy of seeing every hair of my head.

I took off my fashionable high heels.

Step barefoot into the fallen flower dust.

Touch the cool feeling

I want to be from head to toe

Live in harmony with the world

Modern poetry letter

Author /ramin

I want to write a letter.

Send it to the moon, to the sun.

Send it to a distant hometown.

The letter says the hope of early spring and the confusion of late autumn.

The letter said beautiful morning light and gentle dusk.

The letter talked about the coolness of rain and the power of breeze.

The letter says running river and blazing ideal.

Love is written in letters, as deep as the ocean.

The letter says that death is as pure as snow.

This letter is very short.

The blank is very long.

Modern poetry asks the spring breeze

Author /ramin

Wei Yun is like a dream.

The distant mountains weigh thousands of tons.

I only miss one thing.

A clear and boundless sky

The moonlight is empty on earth.

A man overlooking the railing

I am watching the spring breeze.

Or, he is the spring breeze.

Acceptance of modern poetry

Author /ramin

You hold my hand.

Walking in the moonlight

Pass by the hills

Pass a stream.

Passing a flower, a dog

It's your responsibility to find

I am responsible for accepting

You said, forever

All right.

From moss to white hair

The second half of modern poetry

Author /ramin

Climb a higher mountain

Go further.

To learn more things.

Know a fish, a flower

Know a forest and a lake.

Know a grass

It just broke ground.

Everyone has their own warm names.

live up to

Not lonely.

The warmth of love in modern poetry

Author /ramin

true love

What's the point?

Like a beam of light.

Illuminate another beam of light

A little sweet.

a little sad

There is enough warmth.

Warm enough

Burn two people

Modern poetry creation

Author /ramin

I love this empty mountain.

I also love fairies abandoned in the mountains.

Those white clouds, sunsets and peaks

Those winds and streams

As time goes by, the sound is mumbling.

Rhododendrons are everywhere.

It's brilliant when it's brilliant.

Wither when it's time to wither.

No sadness, no regret.

If someone breaks in occasionally

They can drive.

A little more charming

If love intrudes

It will stay among us.

The reunion of modern poetry

Author /ramin

What a beautiful description it is to meet again.

As thick as morning dew.

As red as a peach blossom at dusk

She was caught in a strong wind.

The breeze blew through the cloudless sky.

Blow into my dream

The peach blossom beside the pillow exudes a faint fragrance.

The moon shimmered.

In this silent quarter of an hour

I remember a poem as transparent as dew.

In crystal poetry

Meet you

Ballads of the soul of modern poetry

Author /ramin

The weather is sunny and sunny.

The returning swallows build their nests.

It's noisy outside the window

The spring breeze has arrived.

It hovers around the girl's skirt.

And black hair tips.

The girl smiles like a spring breeze person.

As small as grass.

As unknown as wild flowers.

There is only one unknown singer.

Fall in love with her silently in the spring breeze.

With the soul

Play songs for her.

Modern poetry seeks flowers.

Author /ramin

The sun will rise and set.

Plants will wither and sprout.

Children will stumble and grow up.

Everything starts in your own morning.

Carry a bag

Riding a horse, or not riding a horse.

Go to the end of the world separately

Go on, go on.

I don't know where to stop.

Just remember

Find a flower in spring.

chat

/Simimi

night

I talk to the moon.

Don't use language.

Just do it with your hands.

Sometimes I twist my waist.

The moon doesn't like words

The article is full of politeness and hypocrisy.

I agree, and so does Yun.

Only graphics, straightforward.

What's more, the moon itself is a pattern

Me too. So is the cloud.

We all hate words.