I will step on the soil step by step, leaving deep footprints.
Third, the original text of "Destruction" was in Hangzhou in June. Because I spent three nights in the upper reaches of the lake, I felt like a wisp of smoke, like a floating cloud, and I couldn't stand on my feet at all. At that time, I was entangled in temptation and longed for destruction. Emotional, want to leave some traces. But people are very busy, so it is always difficult to write. Going home during the summer vacation, but writing a paragraph; But as time goes on, my interest is not as good as before. Come here in September to continue writing the first draft; The longer the interval, the worse the attitude. Until today, it is naturally boring! Fortunately, the mood will not change greatly, and the feelings of the day can still be traced back as far as possible, so there will be no great difference; Keep this manuscript for your own verification.
19221the evening of February 9.
Wandering halfway,
Depression,
It's me It's me
Five lights,
Ten colors,
A list at your fingertips:
This is so beautiful!
Sounds good!
Smell a strong fragrance,
Taste the greasy taste;
What your hand touches,
What I rely on,
Everything is going well,
It's soft!
Depressed!
Why is it so decadent? ——
Was pushed,
Be held in your arms,
Only between pitching and pitching,
Have you done it for a minute and a half?
In the dream,
In illness;
Only when I am senselessly awake!
I am in the white clouds,
The wind is blowing,
I'm in the abyss,
Undercurrent surging;
Only on the green soil,
Never print lightly, blur, my footprint!
I immigrated,
I immigrated;
Stand on tiptoe,
But you can't set foot on your own land!
It's been a long time,
Rotting in the dust,
The only lazy body left,
Several piles of shadows of black clusters!
The beginning of disillusionment,
I try my best:
"My dear, though ethereal,
My hometown-my hometown!
Go back! Go back! "
Although there is a huge pale moon,
Locked in a quiet lake,
It's foggy,
Misty;
Just like Buddha,
I'm waiting in line to sleep.
Fireflies can't find their way in the fog,
Just flying around in a flash.
Who put the lotus lantern on?
"Ha ha ha ha-"
"Scare frighten-"
With a deep flute,
The frogs nearby also rang.
Is being shaken,
Angered,
Said that he had slept in "Sister Yue's arm";
Really, who won't get carried away?
But the moon is actually silent,
Fireflies have never come near me,
The laughter is obviously theirs.
Only the flute,
Has caused several melancholy;
But it doesn't matter at all,
A flute is just a flute.
The swing is yours,
The provocation is yours,
They parted ways,
Who cares about you?
You can't be friends anyway,
Some things can't go away!
Loneliness,
Empty,
No taste, no taste!
Or turn around,
Go your own way.
Go back! Go back!
Despite the snowsuit,
Now it's spread gracefully,
Like the rest of Tomb-Sweeping Day's white paper money.
Those eyes are like a river,
How many meanings are implied, how many sentences are included,
Dried up,
Dry as a desert in the hot sun.
Dark hair,
Became bitter fleabane autumn grass;
Exaggerated face,
There is only a brown wax model left.
I can't see a flower-like smile.
Bead sound does not penetrate!
My eyes are empty,
There is always only light.
Put it aside.
What else did you steal?
Go back! Go back!
Although there are friends like clouds,
Boast about each other,
Comfort each other,
Talking and laughing.
How much time has been sent;
And booze,
Vagrant intimacy,
Isn't it like a lush flower branch,
A blazing flame!
A lot of people say that,
As many people know,
Who can forget each other?
But as soon as I let go,
The situation is different:
This is a cloud,
It's raining,
Don't look away,
Turn around,
I don't recognize you! ——
This is only a temporary relief,
Who really cares about you?
So there are still some vague names left-
In the vast wilderness,
I left you alone,
There's only air around,
There is air all around!
Still groping back;
And maybe his own brothers and sisters.
I sincerely look forward to you.
Go back! Go back!
Although there are clever metaphysical words,
Like the fall of smallpox;
I want to set foot on the land step by step,
Leave deep footprints. Although these marks are very fine,
And indelible,
Although this is a slow step.
Not to mention the endless journey,
But now
I am ordinary and small,
See only a clear step,
There is a great pleasure-
Those far away people
Not anymore, and I don't want to pay attention.
Don't delay,
Let's go Let's go Let's go
Fourth, the creative background "Destruction" is a long lyric poem during the May 4th Movement, written on192265438+February 9th. 1922, Zhu Ziqing is exploring the mystery of life and pursuing positive instantaneity in life, hoping that every moment is meaningful. However, family, society and work all weigh heavily on him; Many pains in his heart made him beg for destruction. Zhu Ziqing is a pragmatic person after all. He surpassed himself and his environment and wrote about destruction, which marked his new starting point.
Five, appreciate the whole poem * * * divided into eight sections. The middle six sections list the entanglements of various temptations, which are broken layer by layer.