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In the most lonely time of poetry, I saw poetry and fell in love with it. For ten years, I have lived alone with poetry; I am with poetry. In the cold, we use our bodies to keep warm with each other. I bought bread with my own labor and sweat. Only when I am half and it is half can we survive. It inspires me with the most angelic smile and voice. Quiet, we are the best two. We're fine, but sometimes I don't write poetry-
People who love me are crying. I can't write poetry. I want to comfort her.
Father is in the hospital bed, I can't write poetry, I have to wait on him;
The beggar is at the door. I can't write poetry. I want to give him a bowl of rice.
The injured dog walked beside me. I can't write poetry. I'm going to see what's wrong with it.
I think it is because of this that many people can understand and appreciate my poem (whether it is published as a book or not). It is neither abstruse nor obscure. It's like a friend, sitting around the stove in winter, chatting with you. I didn't sublimate everything. I just wrote youth, life, death and love with a loving heart-my father died, my mother died, and I was in pain, so I cried; Snow in winter, I miss my hometown, so I say "snow white and fat, my father's tree is thin"; You left me, and I said, "You left, and you are thinner than loneliness" (you know how thin loneliness is). If my poetry has not reached a certain height in art, I want to say that I don't want to go to that height. For me, poetry is an art, but it is not just an art. From the illness of poetry since the 1990s, it can be seen that it is precisely because poetry is an art that many poets sit in it to practice for the sake of by going up one flight of stairs or immortality, so poetry becomes a dream and a joke. In my opinion, poets should not lock their poems in an iron room; Poetry should be planted as a tree, an ordinary tree, but it should be planted in the soil of life and love. Only when there is sunshine, air and water can poetry grow healthily. Poetry does not need to transcend, it needs to come back, to life, to love, to light. Only in this way can poetry have hope as an art. I always believe that it is not that people are far from poetry, but that poetry is far from people. Now the poem is back, which is good.
I remember someone saying that there are three brightest stars in the sky: one is youth, the other is love, and the other is poetry. I look up to these three stars and believe that as long as there is youth and love, poetry will not die; If youth yearns for love, poetry will flicker.
If poetry can die, then poetry will never die, because we want to "live poetically in this land." If the poem dies, it is the poet's fault.
China is a country of great poetry. In this age when poets dare not say that they are poets, I want to say that I love Chinese and poetry, and I want to say loudly that I am a poet. All my poems prove what I said-"I have no skills or even talent, but my heart can sing."
Before I was 20, I was convinced that I was a genius. At that time, I didn't care about specific people and things, and my arrogant heart was only alone with the sun, the moon and the stars.
At the age of 20, I burned more than 1000 poems on a hillside in my hometown (when I first wrote them, I listed them as masterpieces handed down from generation to generation). I continued to walk on the road of poetry and believed that I was a diligent person. Now I am 30 years old, and the real life has just begun for me. I came down from a very high and cold place, folded my wings and learned to walk with my feet and live with my hands.
No matter what changes have taken place in my life, as long as I am doggedly walking on the road of poetry, I believe that if the poet is thin, the poetry will be full.
Wang's poem:
White eagle and white wolf
Autumn leaves fall like yesterday, quietly elegant and quiet.
Then, our good lover Winter Little came.
Look at the unfrozen ice and snow in the wild.
But she threw paper money all over the floor, didn't she?
Rows of dripping icicles
It's time to mourn for the people we love.
We die because we are alive, I hope because.
We used to be as bright as sunshine and flowers. therefore
When we look back, there are so many spring days like children.
Waiting in line to come into this world.
I will be quiet and peaceful.
Say to the world: I went back
Say to mom: I'm back.
Ah, life is like a song, I am just a small note.
Played happily by the fingers of the years-
My life only blooms once.
I know, my life only blooms once.
Just a flower.
It will only turn to dust with dust.
Then you'll never come back
Leave the holy water of heaven to others.
I only wash my life with dust and give it to the world.
I put my bare feet into the soil.
I put my bare feet into the soil.
I can't pull it out anymore.
My soles are itchy and painful, and I have a root.
I heard a thousand springs growing on my naked body.
A voice asked, is that you?
I said, it's me, it's me.
Hometown in winter
The roof of my hometown is as quiet as a reptile.
Curled up in the fallen leaves in winter
Snow is white and fat, and father and tree are thin.
A path was swept out in the snow at the door.
Very short, very lonely.
You are a person who believes in dreams.
whole body
You are a person who believes in dreams.
Believe in the uncertain night
An uncertain person
When his robe is covered with dust
Step on the autumn leaves
Touching the tinkling moonlight all the way.
You will be careful and float together.
Turn into clear water
Waiting for the palm of your hand covered by moonlight
You flatter you, suck you and suck you.
Drink up the beauty in your life.
Bridge truncation
This is for a myth.
Or wait for the myth to be broken.
That myth is very sad
But it will be a beautiful snake.
Love has a soul.
That's for heartbreak.
When the boat and umbrella shake out the myth again
Continue all this.
The umbrella covered the man.
That man seems to be similar.