One is to express emotion and freehand brushwork with the overall symbolic art. This kind of poems, represented by Empty City Plan, are highly artistic. Second, a large number of satirical or black humorous works, such as Don Quixote's Corps is marching forward, have too many arguments and weaken the artistic power.
1, empty castle
Take the children straight to the castle,
The first moment convinced me.
I don't think they will be absent.
Climb the stairs with the children,
Heel tapping on the stone steps is very pleasant, such as Shan Ye.
Heel stepping on artificial granite, loud and quiet, like the failure of Shan Ye.
I thought: Where can they go?
The hall is open and the lights are still shining under the window of the rising sun.
There is a wisp of light blue floating on the cigarette butt of the crystal plate. Stick a pinch of peach morning cream on the goblet.
The child has been shocked by the empty banquet in the empty city.
I can't get in under my crotch.
I thought: How dare they ignore the arrival of children!
Then we climbed to the highest top floor.
The child's breathing is uncertain, and his tearful eyes have begged me to leave quickly.
But I just shouted at the roof:
-Come out, you! From the wall, from the mask, from the paper,
From the castle you built ... get rid of obstacles, distance and indifference. ...
I swear: I will take it all away with my children!
Appreciate:
"Empty City Strategy" was published in 1986, marking the beginning of Chang Yao's creative transformation. As a symbolism, poetry reveals the contempt, rejection and indifference of the real world to purity and fairness through the strange description of a pure "child" visiting an "empty castle", and expresses the poet's grief and condemnation to the secular world.
2、
Don Quixote's legion is still advancing.
In the East, Don Quixote's legions marched.
A laughing stock race, an endless caste.
Drum sets, drums and trumpets play together.
Thin horse, donkey and camel line up and go hand in hand.
Never doubted how long his shotgun head would last.
Never believe that the knight's flag falls.
Refuse to be enlightened
But I hear this song, peck peck, knock.
It's like this: ah, we harvest, we grind, and we hoe.
..... Ah, we flew, we bought incense, we set ourselves on fire,
We phoenix reborn. ……
Starting from the ancient tomb, returning with a full load,
The mess along the way is a record of losing one's helmet and armor.
What is immortal is the purity of spiritual value.
It is never the worst setback, but it is always the most serious moment.
Pack your bags, put on your rags, and drive the firewood train to the mountains.
A group of people are singing in the sky and walking towards the explosion of the sunset.
The brilliant reflection of the lotus spread from their feet,
Dragging gravel, straight with that clump of Cynomorium-
Yemalong played with spermatorrhea and landed, causing bulbous plants to intersect.
Sadly, no one was defeated.
The struggle between heaven and earth and windmills has never stopped.
Wine is facing endless challenges.
In order to regain the virginity of kidnapped virgins and the honor of trampled ladies, we will not hesitate.
Eat up the pain of flesh and blood, and be laughed at by the whole house.
Princess Dursi, a young girl, will never grow into a lover.
Don't say anything until you die-reject the myth.
Never mature. The eternal soul is suffering.
Always bear the burden of history.
The dinner will be cancelled, and the benefactor will be less accompanied.
Don Quixote heroes have no intention of embarrassment.
But this is the most serious moment,
How can the courage of ordinary people overcome the mouth of the flame of modern gluttonous beasts?
Ignoring the temptation of the body, propping up the tent with a spear,
Light a bonfire with heart oil and meditate cross-legged.
An oriental ranger full of utopian fantasies pretends to be a devotee.
This is the last struggle. But omnipotent magic is back in the name of omnipotence.
The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Behind it is num.
We are religious. We pursue. We are vegetarians.
We know we can't do it. We are dogs that have suffered a lot.
Sadly, no one was defeated.
Tragic, there really can't be losers.
1993.8.5
Appreciate:
This is Chang Yao's later masterpiece. Standing at the height of history, the poet examines the inferiority of our nation's arrogance with the harsh spirit of self-dissection, describes all kinds of ugliness-thoughts and behaviors of "Tang Guide's army is still advancing" with ironic brushstrokes, and attacks the sad nation that has been beaten and won one after another.
The poet was heartbroken and issued a solemn warning: "But this is the most serious juncture. How can a person's courage overcome the flames of modern gluttonous beasts? "
Extended data:
Changyao (1June 27, 936-March 23, 2000), formerly known as Wang Changyao, was a poet from Taoyuan, Hunan.
1950 joined the China People's Liberation Army as a propagandist in April. In the same year, in response to the call of the motherland, he went to North Korea to participate in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. During this period, the debut novel "Full Bridge" came out, and it has an indissoluble bond with the art of poetry since then.
1953 was transferred to Hebei Invalides School after being injured in the Korean battlefield. Poetry published in 1954. On March 23, 2000, after months of fighting lung adenocarcinoma, Chang Yao committed suicide by jumping off a building in Qinghai Provincial People's Hospital.
His poems are good at publicizing the splendor of life in deep predicament, and his feelings and passions blend into dignified and magnificent images, forming a harmonious whole with vicissitudes of life, ancient and open western humanistic background and broad life consciousness. The poet's later poems tend to be quiet and aware, and the language tends to be slightly peaceful, with strong intellectual tension, forming a grand poetic personality.