Life is like this, as always, still living peacefully, and the deceased is like this. On people's indifferent faces, I feel the poverty of people's spiritual life. We are living in a world that we have never seen before, and people become strange and indifferent. Just like people walking in the smog, they can't see anything around them except themselves, and sometimes they can't even see themselves clearly or even know themselves. In the face of this world where emotions are replaced by material things, I feel cold and sad.
In recent days, a strong cold air has come from the north, and the smog has been blown away. The sky is blue, the distant mountains contain Dai, and the air is fresh. People's mood seems to be much better than before. The mild sunshine in winter shines gently in my study through the clean big window, and a little warmth fills the whole room and my body and mind. Today is Sunday, and I feel a little bored sitting at home with nothing to do. So, I sat in front of the computer, turned on the music and listened to the songs. Beautiful songs, through my ears, floated into my heart. How wonderful life is! We are in an unprecedented prosperity, with food and clothing, peace and prosperity.
I listened to the song, stood up and made a cup of tea. The smell of tea was really refreshing! I picked up a collection of poems "Homesickness" published by the poet Lv Shang in the late 1980s from the bookshelf and sang to the melody of the song. "Thin spring rain/drop by drop. Moisten the earth. //Spring rain. You bring life to everything/you dress the river in green. " I am deeply fascinated by this fresh and romantic poem, and the more I recite it, the more beautiful I feel!
Oh! How beautiful! The beautiful life of Wan Li, the motherland and the people seems to be bathed in dew in the spring rain. Everything is full of green beauty and the hope of spring. In the eyes of the poet. Spring rain is a poem; Spring rain is the "germ of sleeping seeds" after a long winter; Spring rain is a rosy cloud after "fat cars flying over cliffs/fog".
Spring rain is needle, thread, red, green, sweet, sour, wine and spring. The spring rain washed away the dust in the city; Spring rain "reflects farmers' dreams"; "Spring Rain" embroidered spring flowers. ; Spring rain "paints a new picture for the earth"; Chun Yu was addicted to "simple faces". Spring rain moistens the heart of swimming in spring. Spring rain rustling, rustling spring rain, kept falling, under the good scenery of green mountains and rivers, under the new atmosphere of splendid mountains and rivers.
Through poetry, I seem to see the poet bathed in soft spring rain, obsessed and forgotten. "Holding the rain in both hands" is put on your chest devoutly. "Slightly closed a pair of wet ZuiYan. . "
The poet's pure soul dances with the continuous spring rain, dancing out the notes of a poem and dancing out the beautiful beat of an era. We all applaud the poet's beautiful poems and are moved by the poet's true feelings. The poems in this collection of poems "Love in Hometown" are like the spring rain in the opening of the poem "An Ode to a Spring Rain". With tender tenderness and surging passion, they are gently sprinkled to the ends of the earth and the hearts of everyone who loves poetic life.
Great times have created great poets, and great poets eulogize great times with poems. Lu is an idyllic poet born in that great era. He walked in the fields, lived in a farmhouse and ate with his fellow villagers. Live together; Work together; Harvest together; Have fun together; Have fun together; Sing together; Dance together. He deeply loves his hometown, every grass, tree, brick and tile in his hometown, and this thick yellow land!
On a hot summer day, he listened to the "call from the depths of trees" and wrote a poem and a song for the workers. He looked at the poor mountain people who were used to weeding in the fields and were thirsty. They showed satisfied laughter and joy in order to buy an ice cream. "There is a whooshing sound in the field." Let him feel the simplicity, boldness and loveliness of the working people. This is not just a poem, but a song from the poet's heart, a "song to celebrate a new life!" " "Pastoral hymn!
He looked at "people who come to work at sunset" in the afterglow of the sunset, and his poems stirred in his heart. You see, "people who go to work after sunset" are not tired at all, but their laughter and laughter have merged into "A Noisy River", a vivid sketch of rural life, so charming and beautiful. In the collection of poetry "Hometown Love", whether it is "Small Scenery in the Mountain Village", "Sketch in the Farmhouse" or "Anecdotes in the Mountain Village", people feel the great beauty of the poet.
Reading these fresh and short poems makes us drink manna. A thick breath of life comes to your face and makes you intoxicated; Let you admire; Let you sing for it; Sing for it!
Autumn has come and the countryside is full of harvest. Poets love autumn and the fragrance of autumn fruits and vegetables; Like the smell of autumn crops; I like the golden sunshine in autumn. In the poet's eyes, "autumn is transparent" is as transparent as a girl's innocent eyes, like a clear lake, the sky is blue, white clouds are like gauze, the breeze blows, the transparent air exudes the fragrance of all things, and the transparent heart is full of happy smiles;
Since ancient times, I really don't know how many literati, talented people and beautiful women have described autumn poems. In their eyes, autumn is a sad season; Autumn is the season of homesickness and heartbroken; Autumn is a bleak and desolate season. In their poems, I feel that everything is either dying or crying. Because in their eyes, what they pretend is not the joys and sorrows of the tens of thousands of working people in Qian Qian, but their own personal gains and losses. I think: once poetry is separated from this heavy land, there will be thousands of lives of Qian Qian in the world. No matter how gorgeous the language of poetry is, no matter how romantic its charm is, it will also become a rootless flower and passive water, which will soon wither and dry up.
"The ears of wheat are golden/Hostas are golden", which is the color from the sky; Colors from the earth; The color of harvest! In this "golden autumn", everything is golden, golden crops, golden sunshine, golden leaves, golden grain shops, and smiling faces are dyed golden, and golden mountains and rivers are everywhere. Standing on the high mountain in Lvliang, the poet remembered his childhood that passed away like a dream and saw the golden years in the future in a golden autumn.
In this golden autumn, women are "pinching the ears of wheat" and men are "sewing hemp bags". "Come back from the field" is full of laughter, kissing his wife at the door for fun. Just say that the grain depot is full, and this year's harvest is particularly good. The "mountain road" hangs on the curved tip of the moon, and the "stream" is clearly a "water mill ballad". Magpies sing on high-voltage lines, and the sound of "breaking the wall" goes straight into the sky. On a snowy day in winter, I went to a restaurant with the poet to have a drink and see the "stunning Fenzhou girl/in that pair of shallow dimples/the fragrant place in Fenzhou/and the waves as light as bamboo leaves." . . . "
History is constantly moving forward, and the times are endlessly pursuing beauty. Many scenes and pictures of rural labor in the past have long since become the past. However, these beautiful "mountain village stories" and the real rural customs and pictures in the early days of China's reform and opening up have become eternal in the poet's pen. Amazing, loving and touching. Let people deeply feel the poetic beauty of the motherland and the countryside!
The poems in the collection "Hometown Love" were written by the poet when he was young. He was less than forty years old when he wrote these poems. A young and talented poet, he went from village to village, went deep into the farmhouse, cultivated the countryside and observed the people's feelings. Footprints spread all over every town and street in Fenyang. It truly recorded the fiery social life and rural customs of that era in the language of poetry. For me, I have preserved the precious materials of rural people's mental outlook and working life in the 1980s and the beginning of China's reform and opening up.
"The shiny plowshare can't see the color of the soil, but it shines with the luster that the soil has been rubbed repeatedly; Ancient windmills and barns, like dark-skinned people, are filled with mountain breeze and boldness between rough folds. The sickle hanging on the wall and the hoe lying in the corner are so quiet. The back is black and the front is bright, like moonlight and starlight on the mountain. " Stone mills and carriages that have stopped rotating lie in the corner of the woodshed, and their distant buzzing can be heard in the wilderness under the moonlight. A yellowed collection of poems is displayed in the corner of the bookcase. After years of smoke and dust, it is still full of words.
Seeds and land, sweat and labor, harvest and expectation. Mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars. Sea and mulberry field, life and beauty. Always an element of poet's creation! Always the source of the poet's freehand brushwork!
The beautiful poem in "Hometown Love" has beautiful sentences, fresh and natural, delicate description, clear and natural narration and unique and distinctive characters. The rural life described by the poet is brilliant; The countryside is picturesque. People are surprised at the depth of the poet's artistic skills in poetry. I can't forget, ah, the rice fields in the countryside, ah, the burden of the village vendors; I can't forget "A bunch of mountain flowers are blooming at my feet", I can't forget the firefighting hero Ma Peony, I can't forget the fragrance of Fenjiu Lyric, and I can't forget my parents' affectionate tears when I left!
Lu is known as "Lvliang People's Writer", and has won this honor on provincial, prefectural, municipal and national award platforms for many times. In his vast literary works such as poetry, prose and drama, everywhere shines the glory of eulogizing the people, singing the beautiful homeland and praising the social times. He is not only a writer in Lvliang, but also a writer on the Loess Plateau. He is a wonderful flower that everyone loves in China's poetry circle! He deserves all the honors. Because he loves the people, loves every land where he was born and raised, and loves every hot era in which he lives. His writing is unadorned, and beautiful poems are constantly emerging. His poems are deeply rooted in the earth, among the people, absorbing endless nutrition with heart, and then using feelings; Use his love and his pen to repay the kindness of the earth and people to him.
Today, I repeat the poet Lu's poem "Hometown Love", and there is really a feeling that the fog has gone, the breeze is blowing, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. It seems that I have returned to that vibrant era, an era without indifference and passion! "No matter how the years change, no matter whether the world is wonderful or helpless," the villagers said, "work at sunrise and rest at sunset." The slow and calm rhythm of the countryside and the calm and simple customs will always be the most beautiful scenery in human life and the most beautiful poems written by poets. It will always be the most beautiful place in the poetic center, and it will always be our most affectionate beautiful homeland. The poet's lifelong "homesickness" complex is also our favorite wonderful poem!
Homesickness, Lu, published by Beiyue Literature and Art Publishing House. Lu, a native of Fenyang, Shanxi, is a famous contemporary poet. I have been writing all my life, and have published many poems such as Tears, Homesickness, and Poetic Living. There are many TV scripts and essays. His works are full of pastoral customs, beautiful language, fresh poetry, philosophy and interest. Walking into his poems is like walking into a literary mountain hidden in Jinbaoli, which is dazzling and colorful.
Come on! Friends, join me in "nostalgia"! I will recite the most beautiful poems to you! Come on! The poet loves waiting for you in his hometown, and I love looking forward to you in my hometown.