Name of the work: Fisherman's literature genre: Poet Author: Elizabeth Bishop Expression: Confidence in justice and poet's sense of responsibility The original poem, the author's introduction, although it was a cold night, there was still an old fisherman sitting under a fisherman's net, and it was almost impossible to see that it was just a purple-brown shuttle in the curtain, which had been polished to rags. The smell of cod in the air is so strong that people's noses are sour and their eyes are full of tears. The roofs of the five fishing houses are steep, and narrow suspension bridges extend from the storage room in the attic, which provides convenience for trolleys to get up and down. Everything is wrapped in silver: it rises slowly, as if thinking about pouring out of the ground. The heavy sea surface is opaque, but the benches, lobster tanks and masts scattered among rocks in the wilderness are translucent silver, just like the green moss growing on the wall near the sea in that small building for many years. The big fish basin has been wrinkled by the beautiful scales of herring, and the cart has been covered with the same greasy things. A thick layer of rainbow-colored flies hid on the small slope behind the house, behind the sparkling glass. There is an old winch, which is worn out. The two long handles have been ground white, and the iron part has some dark spots, like dried blood. The old man who accepts lottery cigarettes is my grandfather's friend. While he was waiting for the arrival of the cod ship, we talked about the decrease of population and herring and cod. He wears a ring on his shirt and thumb, scraping scales from the dismembered fish-this is the most beautiful part, and its blade is almost worn out by an old black knife. Then go down to the water's edge where the tugboat docked. The long slope leans against the water. The slender silver trunk lies parallel in the gray rock and gradually goes down to the middle, with a distance of four or five yards. Cold, dark, deep and completely clear are elements that fish and seals can't stand ... especially for seals. I stayed here night after night, and the seals were curious about me. It is deeply interested in music, just as I am an addicted believer, so I sing hymns to it. I also sang: "God is my impregnable fortress." It stood in the water and stared at me, moving its head slowly and slightly. It disappears from time to time, and then suddenly appears in the same whirlpool, shrugging its shoulders, as if it had hindered its judgment for a long time. Cold, dark and completely clear gray ice water ... Behind us, the majestic ranks of Chinese fir trees began. Blue and blue, with their shadows, millions of Christmas trees stand quietly waiting for Christmas. Water seems to hang on a round blue-gray stone. I have seen countless times, the same sea, beating the stones in the same way, gently, absent-minded, cold and comfortable on the stones, on the stones, and in the world again. If you immerse your hand in water, your wrist will feel pain immediately, and your hand will burn, just as water is the embodiment of fire, devouring stones and burning gray flames. If you taste the water, it is bitter at first, then salty, and then it will definitely burn your tongue. This is what I imagine "knowledge" looks like: dark, bitter, salty, clear, moving and completely free, drawn from the cold mouth of the world, drawn from the eternal petrochemical flow, our knowledge is historic, without a trace for an instant. Elizabeth Bishop (191-1979) was born in Worcester, Massachusetts, USA. 1934 After graduating from Vasa College, his life in new york literary circle laid the foundation for his career. After that, he and his college classmate Louis Crane lived in Kivisto Island in South Florida for five years. She spent most of her life traveling, divorced from American cultural life. 1950 settled in Brazil. Finally, I returned to Massachusetts, lived in Boston and taught at Harvard University. 1979 died suddenly at the age of 68. The collection of poems "North and South" (1946) made Elizabeth Bishop famous in one fell swoop. He became a poetry consultant in the Library of Congress on 1949- 1950. Together with another new collection of poems, A Cold Spring, it became a collection of poems (1955) and won the Pulitzer Prize. The collection of poems The Question of Travel (1965) and The Complete Poems (1969) established her status as an outstanding poet. She won the Guggenheim Prize and the 1970 National Book Award. Another book of poetry, Geography Ⅲ (1976), was published in Britain. Based on the tradition of American poetry, Bishop expressed his personal rhetoric position more clearly than his contemporaries, including Lowell and Bhajman, with the same reliable skills after Dickinson, Stevens and mary moore. Her poems are full of imagination and musical rhythm, and with the help of accurate language expression and perfect form, she combines moral implication with new ideas, expressing her confidence in upholding justice and the poet's sense of responsibility.