In fact, Wang Guozhen's writing level has been questioned by the poetic circles, and even considered as "non-poetry", because some poems are young and use old images and expressions.
However, a few years ago, after Mr. Wang died, some scholars who criticized him began to miss him.
In fact, Wang Guozhen's poems are not high-level and profound enough for adults to read. In the present words, many sentences are like "chicken soup". However, he also soothed the hearts of thousands of young girls and expressed their deep pain and hesitation. He is a group of spokesmen for the post-80s and post-90s generation. His position is also indelible.
Below, I recommend some songs to you, which I think are better in Wang Guozhen's poems:
March
Before you come, your thoughts are already shining.
I have a dandelion dream, hiding behind time.
Want to?
Really want to, spring catkins, swirl, but that's not frivolous.
Rain is sweet, clouds are beautiful and wind is fragrant.
Oh, March, late March, is a humid hometown.
A more touching piano faces the sunset.
strong breeze
Sweep the hillside by the lake at dusk
A Quiet Heart
I can't help being blown full of twists and turns.
Beauty of nature
This is an invincible sweep.
She doesn't need it at all.
In order to conquer the herald
Standing by the lake
See if it's vague
Qingshan style
Stroking the piano until sunset.
Castle of thought
Silent autumn
Mourn for San Mao
The Sahara desert is big and beautiful.
She must be lost.
Never come out again.
The day she got lost
It didn't rain.
But many people's hearts
They are all wet.
From this time on.
The rainy season is no longer coming.
The first lake lotus
Know you?
Long after you left?
It seems that it was inadvertently unscrewed?
An unremarkable bottle?
Only to find that this is actually a bottle?
Wine made in distant times?
Can't I drink with you?
Is it my deep regret?
From now on?
Life is often like an angler?
My mind is not on the fishing rod.
Even from now on.
Never miss it again?
But I still miss you, huh?
Is it the wind?
Will always be the original lake lotus in memory.
Ever clink glasses.
I want to shake your hand politely.
But I just waved my fist.
Just make it a little cramped.
Squeeze through your fingers
My story
Wrote another chapter.
Your job
Is there a new beginning?
When we clink glasses
Nothing is like before.
Touch spark
But I miss my memory.
The world is too small.
Can't hold back your sadness.
The world is too big.
I can't find your way
The sky has no power.
Need us
Raise your head by yourself
But I still want to
Go out for a walk
Not because
I am not afraid of the cold.
But I can't stand it.
There is no me on the earth.
This face is too familiar to be familiar with.
The mind cannot be unfamiliar.
This wine is too mellow to drink.
You can get drunk all day.
You can't get drunk all your life.
Before Mr. Wang's death, I paid attention to his Weibo and found that he was not only a poet of new poetry, but also a calligrapher and composer of ancient poetry. He has made a lot of contributions to the popularization and promotion of China's classical poetry, and his shortcomings in poetry are also closely related to his absorption of the images of classical poetry rather than its essence, keeping pace with the times and rejecting western modernist poetry.
He is actually a very talented poet, but he is not completely open.