Frontier —— Appreciation of Xi Murong's Poetry
Xi Murong's prose poems are like a dream, seemingly absent, suddenly far away and suddenly near. Do people have past lives? We don't need to make scientific discussions and judgments. As far as frontier fortress is concerned, the poet expresses her passionate love for her lover through the existence of past lives. This love has always been ignored: "If you are a woman picking lotus flowers in Jiangnan, I am the one you miss under your wrist." This love contains a complaint: "If you are the urchin who plays truant, I am the brand-new marble that fell out of your schoolbag and watched you walk away unconsciously." This love is willing to sacrifice: "If you are a monk facing the wall, I am the burning incense in front of the temple and spend a quiet time with you." The three juxtaposed images are all beautifully written and fresh in style. In particular, putting lovers and themselves in an unequal position highlights their initiative and violence and greatly enhances the penetration of emotions. Because of this, "when we meet in this life, we always feel that there are some unfinished things, just in a trance, and we can't identify them carefully and tell you one by one." This indistinguishable and unspeakable feeling has played a role as if it were a fantasy or a dream, as if it were nothing. It is also because the descriptions of this life and previous lives are staggered, which gives me the feeling that it is difficult to distinguish between distance, reality and ideal, and mind and reason. An excellent prose poem, so I recommend it to everyone. Why can I lock the pen? Why can't I lock up love and sadness? Happy baby, happy baby, why does the happiness of Sle always fade away at a glance in a long life? The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time = = = = = The poet put forward two "whys" for readers to think about. Readers will figure it out. O Love and sadness always exist, and love is often annoying: joy and "the most beautiful time" are always short-lived. Life is like this. This feeling of the poet is not just my personal feeling. The words in this poem are accurate and vivid, which is worth appreciating. The word "lock" in the first line reveals compulsion, while the word "can't lock" in the second line implies a helpless sigh. Writing about the arrival of happiness shows the transience of happiness; The word "falling" is used to write about its passing, secretly comparing abstract and intangible joy to a beautiful flower that can be touched and abstracted into concrete. Describing "the most beautiful time" as "the most urgent time to walk" soon passed, and the use of anthropomorphic techniques also added charm to the whole poem. All the endings of youth Xi Murong have been written, and all the tears have already started, but suddenly I forgot how it started. In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how hard I try to pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and gradually fades away. After sunset, the haze turned over the yellow title page, and fate bound it badly with tears. I have read and reread, but I have to admit that Youth is a book in a hurry.
Appreciation: Reading Xi Murong's poems is like tasting a cup of strong coffee, leaving a trace of comfort in bitterness. She is good at explaining the philosophy of life in concise language, which makes people alert and reflect. This poem embodies this point well. Time flies, and life has come to an end unconsciously. And the ending situation mostly disappointed the parties and regretted it ... so I sighed: "If I had known today, why did I have it?" . There is such a sigh in the poem The Road Not Taken by American poet Frost: "Maybe in a few years, I will look back with a sigh. There are two roads in the green forest, and I chose one of them. Since then, it has decided my life path. " The choice of life path must be cautious and hasty, dance academy, which is a blasphemy to life. As the poem says, "Then turn to the yellow title page, and fate will bind it badly". Attitude determines fate, as the poem says, "All endings have been written, and all tears have started". Faced with setbacks and regrets in life, people are more helpless. "No matter how I pursue it, young you just pass by like a cloud." This poem is divided into three sections. In the first section, I wrote that life began unconsciously in panic, but at the same time I embarked on a road of no return and could not turn back; The second section writes that youth is perishable and the years are vicissitudes; In the third quarter, I confess that I have no ambition and leave tears in the air. I lamented that I was reckless and hasty, and all this could not be redeemed. The whole poem and the faint sadness give people profound enlightenment: youth is fleeting, and if you take every step of your life well, you will not end up with a "white head and empty sorrow." Miss Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Appreciate:
The attachment to one's homeland can be said to be a constant and eternal emotion of human beings. Wanderers, drifters and vagrants who are far away from home hope to return to their roots even when they are very old.
Xi Murong summed up this homesickness with a short poem with seven lines and three sections: the first section is about the freshness of the local accent, and the flute "always rings on a moonlit night". Imagine how many nights there is no moonlight all year round, which vaguely means that travelers are always homesick for their hometown. The second section is about homesickness, and I miss my hometown more and more. With the passage of time, I shook down the outline of my hometown, leaving only a vague disappointment, such as parting in the fog, as thick as blood, but separated by a misty cloud. It is vivid and natural to describe the vague and melancholy impression of hometown with the wave of parting in the fog, and to describe the abstract subjective feeling with a tangible concrete. The third layer writes about the eternity of homesickness. It is a transition from the lingering local accent and homesickness on the upper two floors, and its form is very novel. The gradual shift of levels makes the theme from vague to vivid. The poet expressed deep ocean-like sadness, nostalgia and disappointment with the image metaphor of a tree without wheels living forever in the hearts of vagrants.
The fusion of emotional expression and image choice makes the whole poem far-reaching in artistic conception. Appropriate natural metaphors and concise and beautiful language give the whole poem an idyllic artistic conception.