"Autumn"
The dewdrops that covered the morning fell,
The tinkling sound of logging floated out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice,
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Cast round nets into the cold mist on the river,
Put away the shadows of tallow leaves like green bream.
The reeds are covered with white frost,
The little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring.
Autumn games on fishing boats.
The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.
The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen rocks.
Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone?
The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?
Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.
Comment: This is a short poem by He Qifang.
He Qifang said that he had been influenced by ancient Chinese poetry and Western symbolism poetry in the process of writing poetry. He initially liked poems by Bing Xin, Tagore and others. "He wrote a small book full of his innocent feelings in the form of poems." Later, he thought he was naive and burned it. Later, I came to like the works of Crescent poets such as Wen Yiduo and Xu Zhimo, and the poems of Dai Wangshu, and then I fell in love with Fan Lexi's famous poems "The Poems of Narcissus" and "Fragments of Narcissus". The poetry of the French Symbolists and the exquisite poetry style of the late Tang and Five Dynasties that he had been influenced by since childhood created a strong resonance. His early works in his self-published journal "Red Shaqi" left these explorations of imprints. However, He Qifang is a strict poet who emphasizes artistic perfection. He constantly explores, pursues, and integrates ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poetry expression techniques, and combines his own personality and temperament to form a unique poetic style full of artistic charm. As Fang Jing said: "His poems never belong to any Chinese or foreign school of poetry. He is himself, his poems are the voice of his own soul, and his poems are the green leaves that grow by themselves on the tree of his life.
He Qifang “was born with an artist’s eyes, which can see colorless as coloured, intangible as tangible, abstract as concrete. His words about children can very well describe himself: "Lonely children often have beautiful imaginations." He Qifang has lived in imagination since he was a child. The lack of warmth in his family has cultivated his ability to release his lonely thoughts in imagination. Habit. In his poetry creation, he relied on the wings of imagination to think, which transcended the conventional thinking process of looking for images from concepts. What floated in his mind were originally imaginary images, and these images themselves were freed from concepts. It will inevitably arouse readers' rich associations, allowing people to taste and think about the hidden symbolic meanings behind these familiar patterns and colors. When we read his love poems, we will always feel the unique feeling brought by the images he created. , due to the large jump between images, the richness and compatibility of the images themselves, make his poems feel obscure.
The obvious characteristics of his poetry can be clearly seen in the poem "Autumn". . The oil painting-like layout and description, the rendering of distant and close views, pay more attention to the cumulative expression of the language itself.
In terms of personal feelings, the love for autumn is clearly expressed, but this kind of expression requires the audience. If you don't have a more detailed and extensive observation, you will have a gap in understanding the beauty of poetry, and you may even feel that these languages ????are artificial.