Keats, a talented poet far away in England, lived only for 256 spring and autumn periods, but left behind a large number of catchy carols such as Ode to Autumn, Ode to Melancholy and Ode to the Nightingale. The productivity and high quality of creation are amazing. It is such a poet who sees life very clearly. At the end of his life, he left himself an epitaph: here lies a man whose name was written in water. Modern people agree that even if Keats didn't write any other works, those carols are enough to make him immortal. Shelley praised Keats like this: Be quiet! He didn't die, he didn't doze off, he had woken up from the dream of life. Shelley himself wrote about life on water. When he first arrived, he drowned in the water and embraced the sea with his life. In addition, Byron, the three outstanding poets of English romanticism, was equally charming and brilliant, but died young. Although they are gone, can the spring of poetry be far behind?
One hundred years after Keats and Shelley died, just before and after the May 4th Movement in China, an equally talented poet grew up in this period, that is, Keats (the language of Lu Xun) in China ── Zhu Xiang. Although his name is far away or even unfamiliar to contemporary young people. Zhu Xiang, Zi Ziyuan, a native of Taihu Lake, Anhui Province, can perceive the poet's closeness to water only from his name. In his poems, his love for water is everywhere: Huan girls are washing clothes by the lake, and soldiers are washing rice. Another example is: Sunset, microwave, golden thread across the stream, picking lotus, and water drops sliding over the lotus money (picking lotus songs). There are fresh poems everywhere, giving people a feeling of lightness and somewhat inexplicable dignity. It was in all kinds of dignified habits that the poet was down and out, drifting from place to place, and then he could not bear the oppression of the world and sank into the Caishiji area of the Yangtze River. Our poet died, but he didn't. His reputation was restored. In Er Luo Xiang, Mr. Luo Niansheng said: It seems a bit flattering to compare Zhu Xiang with Keats in China, and the poet was so desolate and lonely after his death. However, even so, who can deny Zhu Xiang's pioneering work in the history of modern poetry in China?
Xu Zhimo, another contemporary poet of Zhu Xiang, has a more unrestrained genius. It is not surprising that he left in another way. Born romantic, Xu Zhimo also loves flying and dreams of flying. Little did I know that the safety factor of airplanes in those days was far from romantic, so the poet romanticized himself prematurely. It is said that after his death, a close friend picked up the wreckage of the plane and put it on his desk as a souvenir, which shows his deep regret for the poet. Today, we can't remember Xu Zhimo, but we can't forget the poems I left gently, just because Xu Zhimo, as a poet, has been deeply integrated into the new lines of life.
Looking back on the past, Wang Bo, one of the four outstanding men in the early Tang Dynasty, unfortunately drowned on his way to visit relatives in the South China Sea and became one of those who died young. The poet was swallowed up by the sea, but where was his achievement swallowed up by the sea? Famous sentences such as Sunset and Lonely Qi Fei and Autumn Water * * * One Color in the Sky can be sung through the ages, which is the witness of poets' endless life. Looking back, these indelible contemporary names, Gu Cheng, Haizi and Luo Yihe, maintain a sad story about life. The death of illusion becomes the real death. The body is the beginning of the soil again. The corpse is neither anger nor disease, it contains fatigue, sadness and genius. (the land king of Haizi 1987)
Poets regard life and death as so ethereal and light, only because in the poet's bones and temperament, new life is gestating. Their passing like meteors is only temporary. But their lives, in this death, got eternal life.