Who has read my poem?
Who heard my hunger?
The world is a piece of snow.
We are one of them.
Is it white? Let's be black
Its magnificence? Let us be lonely
Who has read my poem?
Has anyone seen dusk? Lead a group
A man running for his life
In Lanzhou
Rear car
I have to say: Brother, I have read your poems and heard about your hunger, because I am also waiting for the bus in Lanzhou, and I am hungry on the bus.
Yes 1967. Return to Wuhan from Urumqi and change trains in Lanzhou. At that time, everything was abnormal. The green leather car was crowded with people, and neither water nor rice was supplied. Standing all the way from Urumqi, without eating or drinking, will soon be unable to carry it. Later, before Yumen persisted, an unknown person next to me gave me a cake.
After that, Yumen went to Lanzhou, Lanzhou went to Xi 'an, and Xi 'an went to Wuhan. Thanks to that cake. Now that I think about it, this kind-hearted man probably heard my hunger. Hungry, it is indeed audible. But who can hear my hunger? It's poetry Poems directed at people's hearts are never moaning without illness. Only when you have truly experienced the hardships of life and even walked alone through the endless Gobi can you write such a poem:
The world is a piece of snow.
We are one of them.
By the way, birds should be pronounced in Shaanxi dialect.
Similarly, only when you have been walking in the years without fairy tales can you write such a poem:
But I'm not alone.
I am the man you see.
This reminds me of that cake again.
I was also read, but unfortunately I didn't write a decent poem.
But I believe: poetry is not written, it is hungry. It belongs to people who run for their lives.
This soul-stirring poem written by Mr. Yi Zhongtian is lucky and unfortunate to hear that people are hungry, but no matter what the theme of the poem is, any poem that can resonate with readers must be connected with the soul of life, and every word will resonate with readers, showing not only the same historical picture, but also distant places. ......