Bian Zhilin’s poems are not only beautiful, but also contain endless meanings.
After three years, I got to know my old children, and the seeds in my heart not only sprouted again, but even budded, dreaming of unknown good dreams. With extremely sensitive foresight, the poet realized that this relationship was just a claw in the snow and mud, fleeting, so he wrote this series of "Untitled". To write about love with "untitled", it's hard to describe it in a thousand words, but it can be covered by one title, which has been around since ancient times. However, it is rare for poets to use short and concise verses to describe a relatively complete love process and express special psychological appeals.
The "four" and "five" selected here are the lengthy end of this love story. The intimacy and alienation in love are vaguely displayed between the tension and elasticity of the poem, even if the emotion and narrative content The jump is ethereal, leaving endless charm in a few words.
The first four paragraphs of "Untitled Four" are about the expression of gifts. Participants in love always work tirelessly, imitating swallows carrying mud and carrying water on men's shoulders, to carry what they think is precious from afar; even expensive imported goods from overseas. The more emotionally invested, the more they can give. When this kind of gift gradually increased to its peak, the poet suddenly said, "I want to study the history of transportation." What is transportation? It is transportation to the heart of the lover. The poet can't wait to delve into the entire historical work and give the treasure to his lover. Show your whole heart to your lover. Sighing last night, I got two smiles this morning. Everything looked romantic and beautiful. Only the poet responded with the true divine ability of foresight, and understood that all the dense things are nothing more than mirrored flowers and moonlight. How much love has been recorded will eventually be turned into water and disappear. The way becomes eternal.
Compared with Four, "Untitled Five" adds a deeper philosophical flavor. A lapel is small, but when the poet places it at the world level, it suddenly becomes big. It is big in the void, big in infinity, and big enough to accommodate the coming and going of lovers. The world is like an eye, a passage. The water is stuck in it with the attitude of nothingness, and it can accept the nothingness; you use your inexplicable but beautiful attitude. I can accept the farewell by saying farewell step by step. I'm afraid this is the end of the poet's love, and such an end is worthy of gratitude. The clearest result is nothing more than a profound enlightenment.