; I only love Zhaotong, Yunnan
because I don't love any other city; I only love Tucheng Township in Zhaotong City
because I don't love any other township ...
My love is narrow and paranoid, like honey on the tip of a needle
If I can't go on one day
I will only love my relatives-this shrinking process
exhausted my youth and compassion
Reading this poem by Lei Pingyang is very emotional. Everyone has a hometown, which is the place he grew up familiar with; That hometown is the birthplace of his feelings; That hometown is a memory he can't live without. On the contrary, that hometown also needs his attention and return. Like honey on the tip of a needle, what a strong emotion. Although I am small relative to a place and a place's history, my love is as sharp and sensitive as the tip of a needle, and my love for my hometown is much greater than mine. Poetry uses emotional language step by step, from big to small, from Yunnan, where I only love my boarding, because I don't love any other provinces, to my loved ones if I can't continue one day. This shrinking process has exhausted my youth and compassion. The poet's affection for his hometown reached its acme. After reading the whole poem, I suddenly felt that the emotion spread and expanded infinitely.
When people write about their loved ones and their hometown, they often try to write in a big place. The bigger the time span, the wider the space, the better. It seems that they can't express their broad and deep love for their hometown and loved ones. This is a common psychology and a strategy that writers can easily grasp. As a result, poems about hometown and relatives always like to list images such as rivers, Woods, fields, cotton, corn and mushrooms, which are rich on the surface, but lack an unforgettable feeling. Because the shop is too big, it is just a cursory rhythm, lacking the kind of gaze and touch that has settled down. Therefore, reading is reading, and there is not much emotional review. While reading Lei Pingyang's "Relatives", I have different feelings, that is, I am willing to play with it word by word, and taste it word by word, because in this poem, the poet distributes his feelings evenly in every line, every word, no more, no less, and if he holds it in place, the lack of a word will damage the integrity and charm of the whole poem.
Some critics say that this poem approaches the poet's emotional core layer by layer like peeling bamboo shoots. This statement is accurate, but it is not complete. In my opinion, this poem is not a simple linear direction, but a natural circular structure. It is not a one-way trend from one point to another, but a focus from one point to another, and then a radiation from one point to another. They are mutually causal and echo each other from a distance. That point is the core, the origin, and the driving force for all emotions and actions. In the process of our growth, under the guidance of teachers, we have sincerely or perfunctory said that we love the motherland, the people and the labor, and that we love our hometown and our loved ones. Then, when I grow up, under the traction of hormones and material desires, I said that I love beauty, money, cars and houses. We talk a lot, but it seems that none of them can be implemented, and none of them can be achieved. Of course, the tickets, cars, houses and things behind are transitive, but that is not what we expect. Under the background of materialistic desires, they are more weights in the sense of survival, which dispels the pure meaning of love. Therefore, many times, when we say love, we are actually describing an illusory symbol, a dictionary word. They exist, but only in the story to send out its warm and charming atmosphere.
But Lei Pingyang's "Family" shows us another kind of "love" which is different from what we are used to. As soon as he came up, the poet categorically announced that "I only love Yunnan where I live, because other provinces/I don't love it;" ..... "Love and not love, constitute a strong contrast, just like a blow to the head, so that readers have to regain the love that we have ignored or blasphemed. Then, the poet followed this broken thinking and followed this sentence pattern of affirmation and negation, and wrote all the way from Yunnan Province to Zhaotong City and then to Tuxiang City. Geographically speaking, it was a gradual narrowing process, but psychologically, it was a gradual and concrete arrival. From a vast area to a small village, the poet completed the double return of soul and flesh. He let love return to the original point, let life find support, and let the vocabulary that has been polluted by the times find its original temperature and color.
yes, it goes without saying that our love is far from being as vast as we thought. The so-called home country, the world, that is only the height that a few people can reach, for ordinary people, it is too abstract. Perhaps, we may be infected by some feelings of taking the world as our responsibility, and we may also have the impulse to "die for the national disaster" at a special moment, but in the final analysis, it is only an impulse and an abnormal state of life. The truer and more universal love is "narrow and paranoid". It is not sunshine, which can cover the whole earth, but "honey on the needle tip", which can only make people smell the faint flower fragrance recently. Here, Lei Pingyang did not follow the secular ethics of "growing up", but avoided the space that can be sublimated, completely subverting the logic of love that we accept more naturally. However, in the end, you won't doubt the poet's sincerity because of his "shrinking process", and you won't obliterate its nobility because of his "narrowness and paranoia". Because, here, Lei Pingyang makes all the love decorated by slogans and slogans feel ashamed, just like when the world is wonton, listening to the love without secular intervention singing the original voice like a child. It may be immature, but it is true; It may be weak, but it is warm. It is not in the sky, but clings to the soil. Like eternal time, it exhausts a person's "youth and compassion". It is the womb where our mother breeds us and the place where love sets out.
This is a poem that makes people's eyes wet. "Honey on the tip of a needle" is a fantastic metaphor, which makes the erratic love have charm, image and taste. The tip of a needle is a gesture, and honey is the content. They constitute the two poles of fatherhood and motherhood of human love, which will make you feel sharp pain and also make you experience generous sweetness. Only in this way, love is not so anemic and pale, but three-dimensional and juicy, and it radiates its eternal and lasting temperature in the world, warming people around, and thus warming people far away and the wider world. From a face to a point, and then spread out from a point, at this point, the love written by the poet really completed its soul track. Like Lei Pingyang's other works, this little poem is clean, mellow, contrasting, circular, carefully polished but natural, and unforgettable.