Drift bottle-I've always liked this word.
Like a fairy tale in my ear, I fell asleep in my mother's trembling song. The bottle floating on the water is empty. Pull off the cork. There is a parchment letter in the bottle, like a joint code that travels through ancient and modern times. A thousand-year-old treasure like open sesame. It is confidential and has become a prophecy. Spread out the password map of life, or the earthy love story floating from ancient times.
Imagination is like a natural gift. Let's meet in a beautiful time. Although we are strangers, we really love each other. The collection of poems "Building a Castle for the Soul" (United Press, August 2020) gave me this experience close to going back in time. Located in the hometown of Qijia culture in the late Majiayao culture of Yangshao culture in Gansu province, wandering on the left bank of Huahai at the intersection of Taohe River and Guangtong River, the pulse of ancient and modern culture has a long history here. Amai, a poet in Linxia, is like receiving such a drift bottle.
"I just want my Guangtong River/I want to walk with a bottle of water. In the dead of night/I will take out the bottle/shake it/listen to the voice of my loved ones. " Are you happy or sad to be inspired by the ancient call? The poet wrote in Dialogue with the Soul: "The salt in the words is too salty. /noble soul-never shows the dew, but it sets each other off. " Holding this drift bottle in his right hand, listening to the drift from ancient times to the Yellow River, feeling the charm of carrying ancient customs, and crossing the vast Gobi with imagination. At the beginning of the newly published poetry collection "Building a Castle for the Soul", the poet Amai wrote so affectionately.
"Lucky/you are a thoughtful person. Meeting you/is the beginning of comedy/the birth of tragedy. " On the banks of Guangtong River, the mature wheat is harvested one by one, following the texture of the earth, following the summer breeze, and following the humid atmosphere. In the poem "The Story of Lips", Amai compares a moving mouth to two doors, breathing love and singing about his hometown. As the poet Gao Ping said in the preface of Endless Love: "Amai, as a new star in the starry sky of Gansu poetry, is quite eye-catching. The publication of his poems is precisely to draw new patterns for the starry sky in Linxia poetry circles. "
Wild flowers dance in the clouds and rivers walk on paper. Linxia, located in the Loess Plateau, is criss-crossed with mountains and rivers. In the place where the peaks are surging, the poet uses the painter's pen and ink to outline such a picture, giving the impression that sheep are walking on the river bank and Amai is singing while walking. "A drop of water is grateful for many drops/a drop of water melts into many drops/merges into the sea." (A drop of water is singing) Amai's hometown is Grade 7, located on the second terrace of the Loess Plateau. His poems flow with the scenery of the four seasons and in the blood vessels. In the trend between the lines, there are majestic mountains and beautiful water. "Sometimes passionate, sometimes tearful" poem. (Gao Ping)
Like the ancestors of the Yellow River, they painted crocks with river water and yellow mud, solidified the wrinkles on their foreheads and crow's feet at the corners of their eyes, and smoothed away the vicissitudes of life inadvertently left by years of abrasion. Amai's poems are as wonderful as those of teenagers, except for miscellaneous clues. Then refine the pure texture with fire, build a shelter for wandering souls, lift their eyes with love, turn stones into gold with poems, clear the snow from their foreheads, build a castle for homeless people, let them stop wandering and settle in the harbor of their hearts, and live a rich life from now on.
"Walking in the street/by the Guangtong River/stars bathing in the river/as if they had just finished heavy work/confided their worries/-extremely tired/"(Good night) Amai's keen poetic sense is as delicate as silk and full of pure fairy tales, which brings people into a dreamlike time. Clear and bright sentences flow naturally in the poet's pen, and inspiration seems at your fingertips. By the third poetry collection, his writing style was only two or three years before and after compared with the first two poetry collections. The author's mature poetic style and writing tendency are particularly obvious in the fairy tale world created by this collection of poems. Many times, they vaguely feel the shadow of Haizi. But I don't know, is that right?
If Amai's previous poems were influenced by early obscure poets such as Shu Ting, Bei Dao and Gu Cheng, as well as poets such as Nie Luda, Whitman, Dickinson and Pushkin, then his present poetic mood is more inclined to the state of stream of consciousness, digesting and absorbing the artistic conception of Chinese and foreign poetic works, and beginning to show that it is used for its own use, skillfully used in creation, and at the edge, chaos is imperceptible.
Perhaps, this kind of creation is the author's unconscious or deliberate. But in any case, Amai's favorite poetry creation is full of embracing warm sunshine and yearning for beautiful ideals. It can be said that Amai's poems are all bent. He is always looking forward to it, and he can't help longing for it. It seems that he is waiting for the beauty in his heart to spread in the author's poems.
"May strangers hold hands/May relatives love each other/May birds and flowers blossom in the world/May oases be everywhere/May people far away from home find warm bodies/May souls find bones/May bones find blood." ("Wish") It is precisely because of living at the grassroots level and from all-round observation and personal experience that Amai's poems are cold and warm, and his palms are cold and warm. He is full of hope in his vision, persistent in his pursuit of love for the world and persistent in his subtle understanding of life. Writer Qiu Huadong said: "From the perspective of civilians, we present a picture of tranquility, peace and sympathy for readers. Mike is building a building of the soul ... "
In Amai's poetry world, mountains and rivers meet and shake hands, and the songs are loud; Flowers and trees swaying in the wind, nodding of love. Meet the apricot flowers in Wangchuan in the Tang Dynasty, the pear flowers in Lamachuan, and the peach blossoms in Dahejia, and catch up with the blooming Hua Xinfeng all the way. There are primary school teachers rooted in rural areas, vendors selling happiness, postmen riding bicycles from one village to another, old people picking up empty bottles, beggars holding flowers, poets herding sheep, poets on the banks of the Yellow River, angular and vivid faces, their interesting souls and confident smiling faces, which appear and disappear from time to time in rural areas.
In the collection of nearly 150 poems, there are poets in the Tang Dynasty, such as Li Bai, Bai Juyi and Du Fu, on the sand table of his poetry castle. Abstract painter Van Gogh, including poets paul celan, Derek Walcott, Bob Dylan, Rilke and writer Kafka; Young female cafe owner who has a soft spot for poetry, taxi driver who pulls housework, beautiful Gulnazar; Poets are scattered in the mountains to attract each other, hold a group to keep warm, and brothers roll in the loess; A new daughter-in-law sweeping leaves at the entrance of Zhuangzi courtyard, a migrant worker on a business trip, and a sunset in the Sahara. ...
They met in the paper city-state, knew each other and fell in love, just like Tagore's birds, with sincere and moving poems, flowing andante, warm sunshine in front of them, and many colors. A Xin, a poet, said at Amai's new book sharing meeting: "Linxia poets have a wide reading horizon, not only contacting and accepting local cultural resources, but also projecting more eyes to a wider range outside the local area. They embarked on the road of modern poetry creation, broke through the pattern of traditional lyric poetry in the past, and emerged many outstanding young poets with remarkable development momentum. Amai is one of them. "
Regarding poetry creation, Amai wrote: "I respect a blank sheet of paper/it keeps its own nature/lines of soul spotless. /I respect Chinese characters/I stand upright on paper/I live in vain. " (Respect for Chinese Characters) Shi Yanwei, a young writer, commented in his poetry reading: "A life crawling in the dust is running high with the candle of the soul."
He never stints on the pen and ink in his chest, occupying the mountains and rivers in his hometown with poetry, perceiving their existing features with his heart, being grateful for every wonderful time in his life, imbuing the aura of mountains and rivers with pen and ink, full of excellent cultural nutrition, spewing out poetic impassioned words, giving him wonderful reverie, and never worrying about endless talks, creating poetic impassioned words and feelings, and willing to share with readers.