I like the poems of Taiwan Province poet Zheng Chouyu. I wonder if the landlord has seen it? )
"I played in Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I'm not a returnee, I'm a passer-by ... "(Isn't it beautiful? Hehe)
Author's brief introduction-Zheng Chouyu (1933-), formerly known as Zou, a native of Hebei province, is a contemporary poet in Taiwan Province province, China. My father was a Kuomintang officer, and the poet's youth was spent on the battlefield with his father, and it was spent in the gunfire. The poet 1949 went to Taiwan Province province, and 1955 took up his post. 1958 graduated from the Business School of Zhongxing University in Taiwan Province Province and worked in Keelung Port Authority. Poet/kloc-began to publish poetry at the age of 0/5. 1956 participated in the establishment of the modernist poetry society and served as the editor-in-chief of Modernist magazine. 65438-0968 studied at the University of Iowa, graduated with a master's degree, and stayed as a lecturer. Later, he became a professor at Yale University. 1965 The poet stopped writing and didn't resume writing until the 1980s. There are poems such as Dreamland, Clothes Bowl and Lonely Man Sitting and Watching Flowers. The poet is known as "China's China poet", and his poetic style is deeply influenced by the style of Song Ci.
Appreciation of Masterpieces —— Zheng Chouyu's poems, as the name suggests, are faint and full of deep sadness, but they contain a kind of confession tactfully. "Castle peak can not cover, after all, the east! The river is worried at night, and the mountain is deeply heard. " This is Xin Qiji's word, how empty and sad it is. At the same time, this is also the artistic conception of the poet's poetry. At the beginning of the poem, the poet said, "I walked across the south of the Yangtze River." The simple word "Jiangnan" suddenly brought people into a poetic situation-misty rain, green rivers, beautiful landscapes, and of course boudoir and missing people. But in the poet's mind, Jiangnan is a thin Jiangnan, leaving behind a landscape that has changed day by day for decades, like a lotus, leaving only a dry lotus stalk among the flowers. What season is this? It should be spring, early spring, everything is waiting anxiously. The east wind stays in the distance, and the catkins fall asleep on the soft branches, regardless of the waiting and dreams of the world. In this season, in the attic of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a woman's heart is closed, like a deep bluestone alley, shrouded in the dense twilight, accompanied by deep sadness in loneliness. Everything was quiet, not even a trace of footsteps. Spring may have come, and the trees and flowers are in full bloom. However, without the pace of spiritual hope, spring is equal to not coming, and spring scenery is still hidden in deep curtains. Your heart is like a window leaf in a deep courtyard, closed tightly with a lonely heart and deep sadness. Jie Jiang, a famous poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote: "The yellow flowers are deep in the alley, the red leaves are low, and the autumn sounds are bleak." But this poem is not about the autumn sound of yellow flowers and the low windows of red leaves, but about the early spring of green willows and the deep alleys of bluestone; My heart is not sad, but lovesickness, a long sadness and loneliness. At this time, the footsteps of "I" and the ringing hooves came from the bluestone road in the south of the Yangtze River. This "Beautiful Mistake" gives a more vivid and more innovative account of women's thoughts and feelings, and the inner loneliness and hope. However, this "beautiful mistake" has plunged the woman into deeper loneliness. The poet is just a passer-by. The poet passed by, leaving a lonely and nostalgic woman. As Li Qingzhao said in her poems: "This feeling is helpless", "One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure sorrow". Poetry is as long as Song Ci, and its artistic conception is quiet and hazy. Poetry is skillful in expression, orderly in sentence patterns, light in tone and full of rhythm. Short sentences are used at the beginning and end of the sentence, which is exactly the description of passers-by: come in a hurry, go in a hurry, disappear in the long river of years, and stop. The middle sentences are all long sentences, and the words are light and elegant, such as soft willow branches. It is about women, leisurely, such as the hostess's acacia and nostalgia. Images in poetry are all manifestations of poetic techniques, and metaphors are used properly.
(Is the landlord still satisfied? O(∩_∩)O~)