Wu, born in 1980s, is a poet. Born in Suining, Sichuan, now lives in Chengdu.
Chinese name: Wu
Place of birth: Suining, Sichuan
Occupation: poet
Masterpiece: Dianchi Lake
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His works were published in literary magazines such as Dianchi Lake and West Lake, and were included in the annual magazine Poetic Life (2006) and China New Poetry Yearbook (2007). 20 1 1 Participate in the 5th Pearl River International Poetry Festival (Chengdu Railway Station) and read personal poems in cooperation with the Fool Boat Band. 20 12 Attended the launching ceremony of the book track in the old campus of Southwest University for Nationalities and recited personal poems.
Growing experience
In a related article, Wu Shuo was idle in the countryside when he 15 years old. When he wrote a letter to a friend, he sent it in "poems". It reads: "The lamp paste sings on the mountain, and the stone tablet is carved on the saddle foot." If you ask me who he is, Zilong Lan Bing and A Fei ",but my friend praised him in his letter.
At that time, Wu liked to write poems. When it comes to the real influence on his works, Wu Shuo undoubtedly has the greatest influence on the poetess's Bird's Nest, which has influenced his writing and outlook on life.
Writing viewpoint
Wu Shuo: "For me, I only write my favorite poems and find happiness and shelter from them."
The key to writing poetry is not to think too clearly, because the inherent ideas will damage the imagination and make the author unable to move forward or go with the flow. He believes that as a pioneer of spiritual exploration, poets should have the spirit of adventure and boldly go to some unachieved places.
Related works
father
The water is boiling in the kitchen.
The cat curled up in the chair.
Dad licked his yellow hair and looked at me with mocking green eyes.
I've been steaming.
Gollum, Gollum
boy
The flashlight is hidden under the quilt.
The boy's button was turned on by someone.
He sprayed it there.
A billion tiny hot planets.
They can't reach outer space and can only burn in a hard shell.
Bike, your master lives in asteroid B6 12.
moonlit night
The moon covered the cypress forest and hillside.
A thin yellow blanket.
What is asleep and what is up.
I heard the nightingale land in the south.
Run to find the secret party of crickets.
Because there is no face
They shook their white wings and kept smiling.
I smiled, too, and my smile climbed up a leaf.
Crickets falling from trees to grass
Pull the grass, the body turns green.
Climb to the top of the mountain, leaving a dense thread.
In a corner, they use their tentacles to convection brain waves and troughs.
There is a saddle-shaped hillside, and the rain drives it into the sky.
A stone ran to the top of the mountain. They have names.
I hope they won't stop
They are chatting or jumping around.
I spread it quietly.
Niba cabin
On March 2, my mother stuck me in a mud pit.
I am as big as a needle.
In order to prevent heavy rain
They put an awning over my head.
On white film, the slow rain line
Through my eyes
Extend beyond the hut.
There is an ox cart and a boy coming.
When I grew up, he saw my difference.
Pulling me away from them, I realized that I was barnyard grass and I didn't get what I wanted.
Classic reading
Reading Wu's Knight
I have always thought that Wu has not been paid due attention by the poetry circle. Some of his works are masterpieces of contemporary poetry. In the poetry world where mediocre talents are everywhere and garbage is everywhere, his works exude a unique light, which makes people shine and marvel.
This Knight is not Ah Wu's best work, which is my personal opinion. His Insect Master 7 is also quite brilliant, but I prefer to use Knight to describe Ah Wu, because I think Ah Wu is essentially a knight in the poem, his horse is his words, and his weapon is his imagination. "The knight melted into the horse and became a centaur." This is. There is no difference. This ideal has a source. I think Ah Wu must like the idea of harmony between man and nature in China Taoism. A very simple sentence contains his great love. If I break it down carefully, this sentence can still be changed into many sentences, such as: the knight rides a horse, and the horse rides a knight; Or: the knight rocked into the horse and raised his mane. Wait, this is the charm of poetry. Every change shows the poet's thoughts and practices. Ah Wu's sentences can make me have many associations, which has a lot to do with his profound writing skills.
After becoming a centaur, Awu went on to say, "Hungry, eating hard turf/tired, sniffling, sucking old music". Obviously, Ah Wu is a knight at this time, and the knight at this time is a horse. Obviously, this horse is not Touma, but like a saint, it has become a combination and a polyhedron, with or without it. Mobilize light and shadow, as well as animals and plants, and mix them together, just like the Japanese white madman in Street Fighter. When the hand is closed, it will send out a shock wave. I don't know, until the end, it was just "a fragile telegram from the remaining pet cats/Mimi in the room." This ending is beyond my expectation. The words of genius are like this, unexpectedly good. This is not premeditated and illogical. What is a pet cat? I don't want to pursue it any more. I only think that the cat meowing under Awu is connected with the telegraph sound, which is simply a stroke of genius. The weight in front and the light in the back are all sent to our hearts by Ah Wu, so that we can't find the north. Original poem:
knight
In the morning, the sun cast a pallor.
The knight melted into the horse and became a centaur.
Jump into the infinite encirclement of vegetation
Hungry, eat hard turf.
Tired, sniff your nose and breathe in the happiness of the past.
Miss those pet cats that stay in the room.
Mimi, a fragile telegram is coming.