I don't love either; I only love Zhaotong, Yunnan.
Because I don't love other cities; I only love Tucheng Township in Zhaotong City.
Because I don't love any other country. ...
My love is narrow and paranoid, like honey on the tip of a needle.
If one day I can't go on
I will only love my loved ones-this gradual narrowing process.
Exhausted my youth and compassion.
After reading this poem by Lei Pingyang, I was shocked by the strong emotion in it. Everyone has a hometown, which is a place he has been familiar with since childhood; That hometown is the birthplace of his feelings; That hometown is a memory he can't live without. On the contrary, that hometown also needs his attention and return. Like honey on the tip of a needle, what a strong emotion. Although I am small relative to a place and a place's history, my love is as sharp and sensitive as a needle tip, and my love for my hometown is far greater than mine. Poetry uses emotional language step by step, from big to small, from Yunnan, I only love my boarding, because I don't love any other province, until the person I love can't continue one day. This shrinking process has exhausted my youth and compassion. The poet's affection for his hometown reached its climax. After reading the complete poem, I suddenly feel that my emotions are spreading and expanding infinitely.
When people write about their relatives and their hometown, they often try their best to write in big cities. The longer the time span, the wider the space, the better. They can't seem to express their profound love for their hometown and relatives. This is a common psychology and a strategy that writers can easily master. Therefore, when writing poems about hometown and relatives, I always like to list images such as rivers, Woods, fields, cotton, corn and mushrooms, which are rich on the surface, but lack an unforgettable feeling. Because the store is too big, it is just a cursory rhythm, lacking the kind of eyes and touch that have settled down. Therefore, reading is reading, without much emotional review. When reading Lei Pingyang's "Family", I have different feelings, that is, I am willing to play with it word by word and taste it word by word, because in this poem, the poet distributes his feelings evenly in every line and word, no more, no less. If we grasp it properly, the lack of a word will damage the integrity and charm of the whole poem.
Some critics say that this poem is like peeling bamboo shoots, approaching the poet's emotional core layer by layer. This statement is accurate, but not complete. In my opinion, this poem is not a simple linear direction, but a natural circular structure. It is not a one-way trend from one point to another, but a focus from one point to another, and then radiation from one point to another. The two are mutually causal and echo each other from afar. That point is the core, origin and driving force of all emotions and behaviors. In the process of our growth, under the guidance of teachers, we either sincerely or perfunctory said that we love our motherland, people, labor, hometown and people we love. Then when I grew up, I said that I love beauty, money, cars and houses under the traction of hormones and material desires. We talked a lot, but it seems that none of them can be implemented, and none of them can be realized. Of course, the tickets, cars, houses and things behind are all transferable, but that's not what we expected. Under the background of materialistic desires, they are more weights in the sense of survival, which dispels the pure meaning of love. So many times, when we say love, we are actually describing an illusory symbol, a word in a dictionary. They exist, but they only exude its warm and charming atmosphere in the story.
But Lei Pingyang's Home shows us another kind of "love" which is different from what we are used to. As soon as the poet came up, he categorically announced that "I only love Yunnan where I live, because I don't love other provinces/I don't;" ..... "Love and not love, constitute a strong contrast, just like a blow, so that readers have to regain the love we ignored or blasphemed. Then, the poet followed this broken thinking and this positive and negative sentence pattern, writing all the way from Yunnan Province to Zhaotong City and then to Tuxiang City. Geographically, it is a shrinking process, but psychologically, it is a gradual and concrete arrival. From a vast region to a small village, the poet completed the double return of spirit and flesh. He brought love back to the original point, found support for life, and found the original temperature and color for words polluted by the times.
Yes, it goes without saying that our love is far from as vast as we thought. The so-called home country, the world, that is only the height that a few people can reach, and it is too abstract for ordinary people. Perhaps, we may be infected by some feelings of taking the world as our responsibility, or we may have the impulse to "die for the national disaster" at a special moment, but in the final analysis, it is just an impulse and an abnormal state of life. The truer and more universal love is "narrow-mindedness". Not sunlight can cover the whole earth, but "honey on the tip of a needle", which can only make people smell faint flowers recently. Here, Lei Pingyang did not follow the secular ethics of "growing up", but avoided the space that can be sublimated, completely subverting the logic of love that we accepted more naturally. However, in the end, you will not doubt the poet's sincerity because of his "shrinking process", nor will you obliterate his nobility because of his "narrowness and paranoia". Because, here, Lei Pingyang makes all the love decorated by slogans and slogans feel ashamed, just like when the world is wonton, listening to love without secular intervention singing its original voice like a child. It may be immature, but it is true; It may be weak, but it is warm. It is not in the sky, but it clings to the soil. Like eternal time, it exhausts a person's "youth and compassion". It is the womb where our mother gave birth to us, and it is also the place where love starts.
This is a poem that makes people's eyes moist. "Honey on the needle tip" is an absurd metaphor, which makes the erratic love have charm, image and taste. Needle tip is posture, honey is content. They constitute the two poles of human love, which will make you feel sharp pain and generous sweetness. Only in this way, love is not so anemic and pale, but three-dimensional and juicy. It radiates eternal and lasting temperature in the world, warming people around, thus warming people far away and the wider world. From a face to a point, and then from a point, at this point, the love written by the poet really completed its soul track. Like Lei Pingyang's other works, this poem is clean, mellow, in sharp contrast, cyclical, carefully polished but natural and unforgettable.