Several problems about modern poetry

Gu Cheng is a representative figure of misty poetry school. I think his poems are generally pure, giving people a confusing feeling. Although he is called "a fairy tale poet who sees the world with childlike innocence", reading his poems will still have a faint sadness.

For example, "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." Gu Cheng's poems often use symbolism. For example, just that sentence, "night" symbolizes the shadow of that generation's soul, "eye" symbolizes the generation's eyes of exploration and longing for bright eyes, while "I" in the poem symbolizes a generation.

At the same time, we can also see that synaesthesia rhetoric often appears in Gu Cheng's poems: the voice is covered with scratches from the glacier, where the voice is invisible, but the voice written by the poet is a tangible body covered with scars from the scratches of the glacier, and the silent auditory image is manifested as a tangible visual image, that is, vision and hearing are interlinked.

As for Haizi, to be honest, he is one of my favorite modern poets, and I like his poem Facing the Sea, Spring is Blooming. I remember writing it two months before he committed suicide. Most of his poems are full of profound meanings. To read his poems, we must understand his life and his inner feelings. Let's look at the following poem:

parachute tower

I was in the north on a lonely morning

One morning in the north.

Miss someone

I am a draft of some poems.

You are a poem.

I want to take all the red azaleas from the mountain.

Walk into the quiet skydiving tower

I am clearly aware that

There is a big river ahead.

And vast northern grasslands.

Beauty always fascinates me.

Someone has already

Start shining on me

On that lonely and crowded little platform

You shine on my way like a star.

On this mountain

Why do I only see this one?

Beautiful cuckoo?

I only saw this one.

It's really red and beautiful.

I'm on this night

I live on a hillside.

Fangzili

There are all springs in front of me.

Or the sound of water in a stream

Quiet skydiving tower

Magic house, you open the door.

Let me stay in this happy door forever.

The rolling peaks in the north

Distant

There are only nine trees.

First of all, Haizi used poetic language. In fact, he compared the floor to a "skydiving tower". If he really jumps under his body, shouldn't he have the right to experience the thrill of skydiving?

Secondly, in the poem, "Quiet skydiving tower/enchanted house, you open the door", and the house, door and skydiving tower are used together, which also shows the metaphorical function of the latter. It can be seen from here that Haizi has always had the idea of suicide.

Let's start with surprise I don't know him very well, but his poems also use symbolism:

Bats in the twilight

In Goya's paintings, they give artists

Brought nightmares. They fly up and down.

Suddenly left and right; They were whispering to each other.

But don't wake the artist.

Inexplicable happiness sprang up in them.

On the human face. These birds are like birds

It's not a bird, it's darkness.

Combining with darkness is like a seed that never blooms.

Like a desperate soul

Blind, ferocious, guided by will

Sometimes it hangs upside down on a branch.

Like a piece of dead leaves, it is sad.

In other stories, they are

Live in a damp cave

When the sun sets, it's time for them to travel.

Eat, give birth, and disappear.

They will force a sleepwalker to join them.

They will take the torch from him and put it out.

They will also drive away the invading wolves.

Let it fall into the valley and have nothing to say.

At night, if children stay up late.

It must be a bat.

Escaped the painful eyes of the night watchman

Come to the neighborhood and tell him his fate.

One, two, three bats

Without property and home, how can you give it to others?

Bring happiness? The moon's profit and loss gradually disappeared out of their sight.

Feathers. They're ugly and nameless.

Their heart of stone has never attracted me.

Until one summer night

When I passed my old home, I saw a group of children playing.

See more bats flying over their heads.

The evening light cast a shadow in the alley.

Gold-plated bats.

They were dancing with peeling paint outside the street gate.

But keep silent about fate

Among the ancient things, there is a bat

This is a kind of nostalgia. Their casual posture

Retained me and made me stay for a long time.

In that downtown area, in the alley where I grew up.

In any case, as long as you know the writing background of this poem and the poet's situation at that time, you can understand the content of the poem after careful analysis.