When I was a child, I thought: Poetry should be like this:
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river.
My Fair Lady, My Gentleman —— The Book of Songs
Goose, goose, goose
Xiang Tiange,
White hair floating green water,
The red palm clears the waves.
After high school, I found that poetry can also be like this:
"Some people are still alive,
He died;
Some people died,
He's alive. ……"
During my middle school and college years, I was fascinated by poetry for a while, and I also met some classmates and friends of the poetry club.
Xu zhimo
I see. There is such a poem:
"I walked gently.
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
……
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud. "
When he graduated, Wang Guozhen became the idol of many people, and a volume of his poems was hard to find.
Wang Guozhen
In the first few years after work, I occasionally looked through it and found another kind of poem, which was actually written by begging Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. It is very interesting that:
The rooster crowed and pursed his mouth.
The rooster crowed twice and pursed his mouth twice.
Three tones and four tones make the world white,
Disappear the remnant stars and Xiao Yue.
It seems easy to get, but in fact it has far-reaching implications.
Zhang Zongchang, a savage hero in modern times, was a warlord and bandit demon king in the early years of the Republic of China, and was in charge of Shandong, the hometown of Confucius and Mencius. He can't live without poetry, he is arty.
There is a poem in his collection of poems:
Ode to lightning
Suddenly I saw a fire sickle in the sky.
It is suspected that the Jade Emperor wants to smoke.
If the Jade Emperor doesn't smoke,
Why is it another fire sickle?
Imagination is rich, and there is no lack of vulgarity and humor in the countryside. More than one song:
Snow song
What is flying in the sky,
A pile of east and a pile of west;
Could it be that the Jade Emperor built a golden palace?
Sift lime. Sift lime.
You Bao tu quan
Baotu spring,
Three eyes are as thick as three.
Three streams of water, slightly glug,
Glug, glug, glug
If you laugh at these rough people who write realistic poems, they are too straightforward and vulgar, it is simply that they have never seen the world.
Some so-called pioneers in recent years, pear-shaped poems, can be said to be an eye-opener.
These poems are so vivid that I can't bear to look them directly. Perhaps we are too uneducated to understand modern poetry, let alone modern "superficial" new poetry, which is out of touch with the times. But this is the work of an associate professor, a doctor and a professional poet. Her Collection of Poetry was recommended and praised by experts, professors and famous poetry critics, and won the prize.