I remember when Xi Murong's poems swept across the mainland, I was still a toddler in Handan. When I read and came into contact with her poems, I was just an ignorant teenager, but it left an indelible mark on my memory. No matter how the torrent of the past years passes, I can't erase it.
Xi Murong's poems are delicate, gentle and graceful, which are unique to women. However, there are faint sadness and transparent sadness in this feminine taste, and the style is different and unconventional. Her poems usually express such feelings: it is like a girl dreaming of the shyness and helplessness of Prince Charming in The Seeds of Love, and it is like a lingering longing for love by a passionate teenager in his prime, but there is no lack of hope and light in it.
Her poems are always full of sincere thoughts and feelings and rich imagination, with distinct rhythm, fresh style and concise language. They are very tasteful of prose poems, just as the aesthetician Zhu Guangqian said in Chewing Words: A good article should first come from life, be higher than life, and then express true feelings. Poetry is a perfect image in a dream, a gas that condenses heaven and earth, a reflection on philosophy and religion, and a product of the impact of the real world and mind. Such sentences are numerous in Xi Murong's poems. Her poems are eloquent, profound, narrative, clear, lyrical and exciting. After reading her poems, what remains is a piece of echo and harmony. A pen is implicit and simple, euphemistic and exciting. For example, in the truth: "The cause of everything is only because of my greed. I ask the world for endless passion and carnival. " In After the Rain: "Life can actually be a poem. If you let me move forward slowly, I hope and look for … missed or not missed encounters for all." These are her pure and delicate life feelings, as well as philosophical short sentences shining everywhere, which can be easily found in her poems.
There may be many reasons for the success of Xi Murong's poems. Let me briefly analyze them from five aspects.
First, it should be her creative identity. We often say that Xi Murong, as a poet, almost covers Xi Murong, as a painter. She closely integrated her feelings and thoughts about painting into her poetry creation. We know that although the tools used in poetry and painting are different, the mutual penetration and influence between them is obvious. Simonidade, an ancient Greek lyric poet, said: "Poetry is a picture with sound, and painting is a silent poem." Zhang Fuxiu of our country also said: "Poetry is an invisible painting, and painting is an invisible poem." In the meeting, you painted sadness on the corners of your mouth, I painted vagrancy on my forehead, and in the art exhibition, I hung my love and sadness on the wall, exhibited it and sold it. We can see from such a poem.
Secondly, it is her poetic language and the soul of poetry. Her language is euphemistic and fluent, and there are no obscure and complicated words, but it is easy to understand and catchy. Reading and reading, thoughts dancing lightly, emotions flowing thousands of miles, often give people a lingering effect. Washing and practicing is dignified and elegant, graceful and charming, with a variety of customs, giving people unlimited pleasure. It is still intriguing, easy to recite, easy to read and remember. She likes to introduce ordinary things into poetic context and space, and she likes to entrust calm, complicated and fiery feelings to the sea. Embroidered mother: "I can't choose fate, but fate chose me, so day after day, with cold needles, I was embroidered, once hot and youthful." Everyone feels sorry for fate, but they are helpless about it. This cliche is as simple as tacky, but only this poem by Xi Murong is innovative and worth pondering and touching.
The third is her poetic skills. The skills of poetry mainly start from the aspects of image shaping, structure, musicality, imagination and language control. The images created in Xi Murong's poems basically run through life, perception of life and hazy and beautiful love. Vivid and clear images, narcissistic or illusory assumptions are taboo. Cliff chrysanthemum: "white as snow, fierce as fire, winding to the deepest valley bottom, my hidden wish is the last blooming cliff chrysanthemum in autumn." Holding on to things with ambition, I use the image of chrysanthemum to express my pure feelings and persistent wishes. The structure of poetry, also known as architectural beauty, is rigorous, progressive, freely connected and in place. In the poem "Rainy Night": "On such a cold rainy night, at the corner of such a dark long street, someone always walks by with an old black umbrella." Here, I began to describe the empty and cold streets, followed by the introduction of umbrellas and people holding umbrellas. Such a compact structure makes people learn. Regarding musicality, British critic Payton said: "Art is based on approaching music." Poetry is no exception. Xi Murong's poetry is the embodiment of musicality. Young heart: "It's not just the ancient Guang Chen that never looks back, nor the stars and the moon at night." Let poetry be full of beauty and texture, such as flowing melodious music, which slowly flows out from the heart and carries its own feelings. Poetry is an accident of language, and the imagination brought by poetry makes it possible for people and things to exist as a whole. And her poems always have the imagination of the sky, such as "Summer Afternoon": "I miss you, that summer afternoon, I miss you coming slowly from the depths of the forest, that is my smiling lotus." In this poem, people are imagined as lotus flowers out of water, which are completely beautiful, appropriate, vivid and elegant, and can be described as wonderful. The mastery of language has been mentioned before, so I won't go into details here.
Fourth, her poetry writing style. The French writer Buffon once said, "Style is personality." Xi Murong's poems have maintained their unique lyrical and poetic style, giving people a unique feeling. The philosophy contained in the poem is the crystallization of the poet's cordial experience, not a wild guess, and has become a guide and footnote to life. It is beautiful and refined, elegant and smart, which makes people read, fine but not greasy, painful but not vulgar, fascinating but not broken, feeling but not hurt. The well-known poem "A Flowering Tree" seems to describe that the essence of love is to express friendship, vividly express the affection of boys and the love of girls in spring, instead of painful scratching and sad tears in previous poems, which contains philosophy in simplicity and beauty in setbacks, thus forming its own unique poetic style.
Poetry pays attention to understanding, refining from life, digging from introversion and overflowing from the depths of the soul. In her "Homesickness": "After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and never grows old." This is similar to Mr Yu Guangzhong's homesickness. Homesickness is a wisp of smoke, a floating cloud. Homesickness is the running water under the bridge, flowing in the hearts of wanderers forever. When you leave your hometown and embark on the road of wandering and migration, that kind of homesickness will attack your heart in the dead of night, just as Zhuangzi said, "The ecstatic have to leave. In the origin: "I gave you my whole life, just between the lotus flowers." "The Ferry Man": "It's such a helpless stare. I couldn't find a flower to send to the ferry, so I pinned my blessing on my heart. Tomorrow, tomorrow is another world. "Such a simple poem, but it is still full of charm. Such an understated language outlines a different kind of beautiful artistic conception.
Every time I read Xi Murong's poems, I seem to see those dreamy colors. Any color is a wing, so that there are thousands of wings flying in front of my eyes before her poems. They twinkle like stars, and my heart is confused, ignited and detonated by them. I also want to fly, shuttle and chase in countless wings. But I still find myself so small in front of this colorful poem.
Memory is like blurring the lens of a camera. It absorbs everything into the lens, but it produces a more exquisite and wonderful picture than the actual one. As the saying goes, years are like flying knives, and knives make people old. However, no matter how I grow older and how the years change, I will stick to my passionate love for poetry and my persistent passion for Xi Murong's poetry, and I will continue. ...