The meaning of the poem "The Scene of Tianma" is that the poem is full of the power of one's own soul, reflecting the author's keen observation and understanding of life.
Huang Yutao from the Chinese Department of Central South University won the first prize for new poetry in the 2019 Global Short Poetry Competition for Chinese College Students. "Tianma" does not mean "a horse in the sky", but the name of the university town where the author lives, which immediately evokes many college students' memories of the university town near their school.
There are movie theaters, food courts, students coming and going, and wild trees... "Scenery" is a fragmented description of reality. Writing down one's feelings on paper and into poems, being addicted to them and unable to extricate oneself, treating it as "drowning" is the poet's passionate salvation for himself.
Creative background:
Huang Yutao started writing poetry when he was a sophomore in high school. He wrote old-style poems at first, and then tried to write modern poems after college. He told The Paper: “I have read the works of many poets, such as Larkin, Pasternak, Mandelstam, etc., and for a while I felt as if I was in a huge sound installation. When I open my mouth, I become someone else's voice, so I didn't create for half a year.
After that, I entered a pre-writing state, listening to the voice deep in my heart, looking for the one that best resonates with me. To express my voice. In this case, I created "The View of Tianma" and "On Jiefang West Road"
Original Stone | Central South University
We got up from the cinema and left. , flashing across the high hanging curtain, those images uneasily
shaking our dim lake surface, some very deep
very deep ripples It was revealed.
Look, in the middle of the street
The ghosts swim under the street lights, their ephemerality
How happy, you can kiss with twenty-year-old eyes
< p>Desires can be exchanged as easily as cloudsThey said: moist words are like memories
They gradually disappeared between the cypress and birch trees
< p>On a spring night, the crowd spit me outYes, I will write a useless letter
I am the one who drowns on paper