Appreciation of Yu Guangzhong's poem "A Tall Building Facing the Sea"

A tall building facing the sea

Author: Yu Guangzhong

The tall building faces the sea and the long windows face west.

Dusk is colorful and mysterious.

When the sun sets, the strait is given to the sunset glow.

At sunset, give the channel to the lighthouse.

My desk lamp also lit up at the same time.

So the ceremony, that is, the night, began.

The lighthouse is a desk lamp at sea.

The desk lamp is a lighthouse on the table.

White hair shone under the lamp.

The ups and downs are like a channel full of wind and waves.

Shake the old age wave after wave.

What's left of a long life?

Except for a lonely lamp in the window.

* * * spend the long night with me.

No matter what you write, diaries, letters, poems

With him, the closest partner.

The first reader, * * * discussion.

Sleeping late at night, chaotic world situation.

Better than all my friends, even my family.

You can share my troubles more silently.

One day, the white hair was not under the lamp.

What's left of a long life?

Except leaving the sunset to the channel.

Besides leaving the lighthouse to the wind and waves

In addition to reversing the irreversible century

Leave an unwritten history.

What's left, endless life?

As for this solitary lamp, it is a witness of loneliness.

Dear readers, I leave it to you.

1February 2, 998

The three-dimensional space of modern poetry may be a vertical sense of history, a horizontal sense of region and a sense of realism at the crossroads. If you refuse to enter the unique time and space of the nation, you will generally want to "transcend time and space", which is just an escape. Modern poetry used to be too abstract. Preface to < White Jade Bitter Melon >

This work is basically written according to the above three-dimensional space. Through a series of high-rise buildings, the visual transformation of the sea, sunset glow, lighthouse, desk lamp, white hair and so on. In turn, it creates a heavy sense of reality, region and history. The poet's emotion is manifested in the confusion of time and space replacement.

I'm in a bad mood for the time being, so let's write here first. To be continued.