Feng zhi
Look at this dark brown and green fruit.
It never blooms crimson flowers,
As I miss you, I wrote many poems.
We have never loved each other like flowers.
If you want to taste it, please have a taste!
Not as good as your favorite peaches, pears and apples;
My poems have no sweet voice,
When you read it, the root of your tongue will feel pain.
The last sentence of the poem is very clever, and the subtlety of this word lies in the poet's chanting of thoughts and thoughts. At this time, Feng Zhi kept singing about love, loneliness and the anguish of seeking. He knows how to cherish his lonely, sad, ordinary, incomplete and bitter figs, which he can only give but is also willing to give to his lover and the world-this gift is also his young, depressed and enthusiastic self. Young Feng Zhi already knows that love, life and the pursuit of the meaning of life are a deep and ordinary long road. Feng Zhi's poems are just such figs-green, just like real youth and life, without pretense and self-deception. He sang the gloomy, wandering, empty and bitter love and hate about his youth life, and carried the true feelings of life with his poems. His poems are arranged as if through thorns, Yuan Ye and desert. Feng Zhi's early poems are just a quiet and powerful beginning on the road of endless questioning and seeking for life.