People who look at the scenery are watching you upstairs/
The bright moon decorated your window/
You decorated other people's dreams. "
For a long time, the name Bian exudes a quiet, wise, natural and unrestrained academic spirit and literary popularity, as if forever young, always elegant and always detached. He was shaped for poetry, as well as for the East and the West. Read his poems and listen to the full, solid and light voice. How wonderful and beautiful it is. After reading his poems and articles, it seems that he is a genius from ancient times, bathed in the rain and dew of European culture, and came to modern China, where he plucked the strings of the language and meter of vernacular poetry with his gifted hands and issued a familiar and extraordinary rhyme. Who let him accept the test of suffering and great times, let him experience the baptism of blood and fire of national peril, let him listen to the voice of the nation and the voice of poetry, and analyze the shortcomings and outlet of modern poetry without complicated words? Who endowed him with the dual classical culture of the West and the East, and soberly examined and judged the current poetic form like a prophet? I think, sometimes, when God comes to earth, in the collision and integration of heaven and earth, he will show an ordinary smile and outstanding flaws-he is a classical modern and also the East and the West; He penetrated the mystery of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poetry and cast a full and reasonable fruit of poetry. What is left to China and the world is only the concise and meaningful "out of chapter"?
How many poetry critics have been tirelessly interpreting these four lines, and their eloquence or mumbling remains in the database of modern poetry research in China, which is still lacking.
Below is the short poem network.