-Read some modern poems by Liu.
Liu wrote in the postscript of his poetry collection Until I Feel Comfortable, which won the Liaoning Literature Prize: "I started from my own writing position and practice in order to stay on the assembly line of life, that is, to leave some poems related to our lives and burn my footprints in them." When we find that life is an assembly line, how to break its mediocrity? When consumerism is not only satisfying, but also easy to make our souls indifferent and stale, giving in to things that make the essence of life numb, we find that poetry is an effective way to resist the challenge of mediocrity. Therefore, Liu went on to write: "A person who is deeply immersed in poetry, a person who walks on the road of poetry, his mind will inevitably be inspired by words, his thoughts will inevitably be stormy, his life will inevitably be integrated into the landscape, his soul will inevitably be explored, and it will continue to be explored ..." Words, mind, thoughts and life are moving forward in the storm, and Liu and his poems are just around the corner.
I have seen Liu four times since I first met him more than a year ago, including a recent five-person seaside rock climbing activity. I found that this big man who has to take care of everyone at every party is not only a little afraid of heights, but also awkward to climb mountains. This makes me feel quite interesting. The obvious contradiction between the roughness and innocence of appearance and his subtle and profound perception and concern for life in his poems makes me feel that his poems are unique. When we know a person, we can appreciate his poems better, especially when people and poems make us feel the warmth of the world. The Living Woman is an impromptu work by Liu in April this year.
The cherry seller fell asleep.
I often buy it here.
One day, another woman was sitting here.
Yes, it's his wife from his hometown.
I'll tell you one hundred yuan for red and yellow.
She pretends to be more red and less yellow.
Add a few and subtract a few and weigh it out.
Pass it to me in a plastic bag.
The yellow one is five yuan more expensive than the red one.
I don't know the usual free purchase price of cartons.
But it is also a cost.
Common language. But this is a good poem, which expresses the importance of life in the simplest language. It is not difficult to interpret The Living Woman. To truly understand its profundity lies not in the understanding of words, but in the observation of life, the perception of livelihood and the difficult understanding of survival. "Living woman" is an understandable topic. The poet does not accuse women of "scheming", but praises women for "being alive". Here I see the poet's feelings, as broad as his physique. He walked in the street, and I saw a tall and heavy man, full of reconciliation and goodwill to the world. People are like this, so are things.
China violet
In the garden by the road
There is a purple flower in full bloom.
Each of them is too young to see clearly.
Connected into a carpet, there is an impulse to get close.
Many people must have crossed the low fence.
Even trampled the grass out of a path.
Go to the garden to buy apples in autumn
The season of Viola yedoensis has passed.
Smell the fruit fragrance in the garden.
We also put our feet down.
The love of beauty is the embodiment of human upward spirit. Ai Qing said: "this flicker is like some sparks flying in the dark;" It's like hitting a spark on a rock with a chisel and axe. "I saw Liu's poetry and mind as tiny and shining as sporadic viola flowers. When he finished writing this poem, he knitted a beautiful blanket. The brightest star is not only beautiful, but also a combination of truth, goodness and beauty. He loves beauty, even if it is the shadow of beauty, he should be gentle.
These two poems come from what the poet saw and felt at a time and place, and they are poems of daily life, poems of experience and poems of images. Some people may think that this writing mode is cramped, but we must note that, as Huo said, when expressing one's own experience in daily life and "getting along" has become a common writing mentality, many people generally ignore the fact that it is extremely difficult to find the true poetic nature in daily life and turn it into poetry, which is far more difficult than the "distant impulse" of blind romantics and idealists. From these two poems alone, I have reason to believe that the poems in daily life are equally beautiful, true and kind, so they are also touching. In essence, the change of poetry is the search for new possibilities of poetry. Poetry writing is a spiritual channel leading to and examining, gazing at and even questioning the secrets of self and life.
Liu's pen name is Chao Tian. The road is at your feet, with your eyes on the ground and your heart on the stars.
When the snow began to fall
When the snow began to fall
(expressing surprise, shock, etc.)
When spring comes.
We had a good time.
Will turn into reeds
Drill out the remaining snow
Green is on the frozen river bank.
A still river
Will crack from tiny places like capillaries.
breakdown
The wild horse crashed into the spring.
at that time
The whole Liaohe plain is green.
Our reed
Will disappear in the spring breeze
But in order to see further.
It must strive to grow taller.
Ordinary people should live a spirit in their ordinary life. This is a poem full of hope and beauty. The tone of expression seems to be that the poet is around us. The word "I say" makes you feel the spirit of winter and the cotton in the snow when you speak in winter. Our Good Time is full of reverie and envy, and when the poet compares it to a plant reed, this good time is grounded, germinated, green and swaying. "In a picture of a reed river", good times become a part of the scenery. Our reed/will disappear in the spring breeze/but in order to see further/it must strive to grow higher. On the one hand, even the humblest thing has a heart that wants to shine. On the other hand, the poet is relying on and trusting "our good times", which is unusual in his mind. All this is the opening of colorful thoughts and poetic wisdom when snowflakes begin to fall, which is expressed through images in poetry. The combination of the poet's subjective "meaning" and the perceptual and objective "image" forms the artistic completion of "sunset is a common thing, and interpretation and application are all witty remarks".
"When Snowflakes Began to Fall" is an impressionist poem, and a reed has been shaking in front of my eyes. Belinsky thinks: "The essence of poetry lies in giving vivid, perceptual and beautiful images to shapeless thoughts." This poem has no big words, no drooling, no extreme tone, and some natural techniques. He was straightforward, did not beat around the bush, and published some profound but unrealized poems in the air. He starts from reality, but it is definitely not an "original narrative", but leads to elegance and points to the promotion and transcendence of the soul. The "wings" of poetry have not degenerated, and it is impossible to degenerate.
rhinoceros
There is a lonely barren hill along the Shenyang-Dalian Expressway.
A man's head stood on the top of the mountain.
Rhinoceros made of stone or cement
Enclose with brick walls
I think this place will definitely become a scenic spot.
It's called rhinoceros mountain or something
Rhino Mountain is surrounded by vast fields.
If you live here,
I think I might climb to the top of the mountain in my spare time.
Look up from the days of daily necessities.
See further.
Touch that rough ass or thigh
I can even think of distant Africa.
A lonely rhinoceros, stone or cement, an artificial thing on a lonely barren hill in the Northeast Plain, what has it changed, or what has human beings created? It is an entity and a fiction. It changes the surrounding environment from two levels and affects people from two levels, and this change and influence requires sensitive mind to perceive and respond. Ai Qing said: Inspiration is the poet's unparalleled harmonious and pleasant encounter with external things, and it is the accidental opening of the poet's closed door to things. And I think this kind of openness is also the poet's openness to himself. In this poem, the poet's personal life experience returns to himself through things and events. In the process of returning to China, his spirit has been strengthened and promoted again and again: "Looking up from the days of daily necessities/seeing farther/touching that rough ass or thigh/even thinking of distant Africa." Here I see a kind of pursuit posture similar to that when it snows, and I see a kind of soaring and intoxication. Although the cow is rough, it has angel wings, just like this uncut poem (later I thought of the idiom "if clumsy"), like a rough jade.
I suddenly feel that this rhinoceros is Liu, and the wisdom of poetry is his wings. While he understands and explains the world, he presents a world that has been absorbed by his mind. He ferments and brews all the emotions in his life, and then sends out fragrance from the deepest part of his heart, sending a message to the future and giving people the courage to move towards ideals. Whitman said, "The great drama of human history is still on/you can present a poem." Liu said: "Because of our walking, poetry is different from before we came." After reading his poems, the world is different from before. Bless Liu's poetic road, full of flowers and floating in the sky.