She said: China's new poems, after Hu Shi, Liu Bannong, Xu Zhimo and Zhu Xiang, are all dead ends.
It can be seen that her requirements for new poetry are extremely high. When reading this poem, I thought, "Why can't we talk about our worries in our own words?" '
"outrageous" is her overall impression of the current new poetry.
She paid attention to new poetry, but she was disappointed. What disappointed her was not the new poem, but that no one could write a poem with flavor. So she just said, "I'm in a hurry!"
But there are exceptions to everything. For Louis's Late Return, she found several satisfactory paragraphs, but she still couldn't forgive Louis's other mediocre works.
Home in the evening is the color of dark clouds.
The wind blew into the small yard.
Counting the crows in the sky
The children's eyes became lonely.
Wife's trivial words at dinner
A few years ago, the past was like smoke.
In the faint taste of green vegetable soup
I think life is a little bitter. '
Zhang Ailing used cleanliness and sadness to describe the artistic conception of this poem. And this poem is universal and permanent. Because, the vision is small and there is no timeliness, it belongs to the world.
When Zhang Ailing reads poetry, she puts it in an open space, chews and ponders in a faint taste, reads the distant meaning, and evaluates the artistry of poetry from near to far with a unique eye.
So she reads poetry, and good poetry is good poetry. No compliments, no gratuitous compliments. A good poem is pure in her eyes and can bloom alone in a piece of mixed water.