The poem "Who" can be said to be: "The poetic style is shaped here, and the line has been established, showing a new atmosphere"; It marks the efforts to create new poetics in tradition and represents the China quality of the younger generation of intellectual poets. (Bai Hua: "Left: A Lyric Poet in the Mao Zedong Era")
At the same time, the poem "Who" caters to a poetic viewpoint he wrote soon. The center of this view of poetry is the traditional spirit, which coincides with his artistic practice: "There has never been anyone who does not belong to a certain tradition. A man without tradition is incredible. He will at least die of loneliness and boredom. It is true that we have met people without tradition, such as extreme individualists and romantics, but they are only busy for a while at most, and then they do nothing. Tradition has never been a household name. What a nation has forgotten, or what it has been silent so far, is probably the best part of a tradition. ..... How to enter the tradition is a test for everyone. In short, entering and approaching tradition in any way will make us mature, decent and generous. Only in this way can our language represent the environment, entanglement, expression and expression of everyone around us.
Eat and drink. "("Bai Hua Zhang Yi Zao: a poet obsessed with China's modern poetry experiment ")
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This poem has a very rich artistic conception of classical poetry, but its expression is modern, so it is difficult to find meaning in traditional ways. But even if you are confused, you can't help but be infatuated with his words. To read this poem, you must first understand the Book of Songs:
Who's Xiaoya?
Who is he? Its heart is difficult. Hu died and didn't come into my house? Who is the cloud? A cloud of violence.
Two people follow the line, who will suffer for it? Don't mourn me when I'm dead? Not now at first, and the cloud is not mine.
Who is he? Hu passed away? I smell it, but I can't see it Is it worthy of people? Are you afraid of anything?
Who is he? This is the drifting wind. Isn't Hu a northerner? Isn't Hu a southerner? Hu passed away? Stir my heart.
If you are safe, you will not be complacent. I am eager to do it, and I am eager to drive. Come alone, what is a cloud?
I'm relieved that you're still here. It's hard to know if you still don't advance. The one who came gave me a sigh of relief.
Bo's blow, and the clock's blow. As consistent as you are, I dare not blame you for cursing you with these three things.
You can't get ghosts. Have a shy face and treat people like dirt. Making this good song is extremely opposed.
I copied a compliment from Douban:
Modern poetry is always obscure but fascinating. Before reading Zhang Zao, I felt that he was like a chemist in a literary family, scrambling and rearranging the vocabulary and grammar of various Chinese characters to form a refreshing imagination. I like this song "Who?" I like it very much. The artistic conception is peaceful and cruel, but warm and cold. Sometimes the bridge flows, and sometimes the desert is lonely. Today, after searching, I accidentally found a poem on this topic in The Book of Songs, which tells the story of a wife who hates her husband.
There seems to be a sense of trance and dream in the overlapping sentences, and the tenderness of the past is intertwined with the indifference of today, such as complaint. Compared with Zhang Zao, it is similar in scene and structure, but it has a different ending. At the end of the Book of Songs, women turn from love to hate, but modern poetry echoes the topic of "Who is it", as if answering the first sentence "Who is it?"