Chen Cun Photo Studio | Wang Xiaolong's love song

The poet Wang Xiaolong, known in the jianghu as Brother Long. Brother Long was very kind and very urban, and pulled him from the TV documentary director to a group of laymen. Brother Long stood up to jokes. For example, he is short, say that he is dark, such as learning his kind of unmatched tone of voice. Individuals who have learned very well, everyone takes pleasure in it. But Brother Long is a man with a successful career after all. We went together to see his documentary, What Shakespeare Looks Like. They followed a very unreliable big brother to Italy with a strange oil painting to find the prototype of Shakespeare. They were stunned that the man in the painting was Shakespeare. A nonsensical story was filmed by him, and finally it was solemn.

Forty years ago, when I met Wang Xiaolong, he worked at the Youth Palace and amateur mimeographed experimental poems of young people. He did documentarians for later things. His initial identity, of which he had always been proud, was that of a poet. On the generations of poetry, he is friends with Beidao and Gucheng. In 2011, the city's handsomest captain, Er Dongqiang, held a poetry recital for Wang Xiaolong at the Hanyuan Cultural Center in Tianzifang, and many people, old and young, rushed to hold Wang Xiaolong's "Expression of the Age" on stage to recite, and some people danced with their hands. I took a lot of pictures that day. The poet Wang Xiaolong wore a plain printed shirt on stage to give a melancholy speech, accompanied by a piano. The theme of the large font is hit on the back wall: "Every age has its expression". There was such a recitation, I think it is better than shooting any MTV, better than going to any elegant place to give a lecture. Wang Xiaolong's recitation was held twice later, and I had the privilege of going sightseeing. Once, he was with a poet named Qiu Xiaolong in a building near the Bund, which looked elegant. The other time was in an ordinary place, and the scene was more intimate. His wife and daughter also came that day, and the daughter came on stage to read her father's poem. Writing poems for his daughter, Wang Xiaolong's words are extremely touching.

The most time I met Wang Xiaolong was dinner. We played in a forum called Niche Vegetable Garden, where there was a group of men who often got together to drink and chat, and Brother Long often went to pay the bills, and it was a happy thing for him to invite everyone to drink. He used to drive me to Shippo to eat lamb before dawn. I was frustrated by the gatherings in the vegetable garden, and sometimes I would ask them to finish quickly, urging them to go home, urging them to call a substitute driver to go home. We said goodbye with a lot of trouble, and the next day we heard that they had not returned home and went into a small restaurant to continue drinking. These drunkards, one by one, as if they couldn't hang their heads, still had to toast.

Wang Xiaolong used to drive a jeep called little Cherokee, but now I can't remember what brand it was replaced by. I think he still drives a small cut is better, the car is tall, sitting has a kind of tall body momentum, and cross-country has a special meaning for Wang Xiaolong, he is not a very homely person, he has fire in his heart, trapped in the city is easy to be suppressed. I think part of him is related to that wild. He said that his father was from Hainan, his mother was from the northeast, one south and one north, and then he was born in it, where did he go?

The poems written by Wang Xiaolong are called spoken language poems, and those who slander him deliberately call them saliva poems. He was the first pioneer. His poems are easy to read and not obscure or surprising. He doesn't use esoteric words, he doesn't come to talk to you about the soul or about the spirit or any poetry or far away. But he often impresses us, and he will surprise us in those small places. He said: The loneliest place in the world / In the smoking place of the funeral home / One by one swallowing clouds and spitting out the fog to see through the red dust / Sending is not the same person. He said: You come straight to me / Every part of your body / Shoot me with moving bullets / He wrote in 1981 that taxis always drive in desperate times. I can't tell which poem is his best, but I can conclude that it's all worth reading.

I have taken many photos of Wang Xiaolong, most of which were taken casually during meals. In the past, when there were forums, I always liked to find some funny photos of him to post, such as the smoke that spewed out of his nostrils when he smoked, the wind from the tiger cloud from the dragon's temperament, and the fierce look he looked when he cursed there. Seeing the photo, Wang Xiaolong was not angry. It's no use getting angry, because there's a rule in the vegetable garden that men don't have portrait rights, and protests are invalid, while women don't want any reason to take down photos. Brother Long's unworthy photos hung there until the entire forum fell and his cute looks were gone. I miss those days when we used to be together. Alas, what a good day. There are many rich people in our city, and there are not many interesting people, but Wang Xiaolong is one, indispensable. The poet is always sensitive and can joke with him, but don't compliment him to his face, he can hear if you're fooling him. He was not bullied.

Now that he's retired, he's rolling home to be with a dog. As an old mage, he sometimes went out to help others, and seemed to be the amateur professor. He is still writing poetry, very diligently, and after writing it and posting it in the WeChat circle of friends, several people will like it below. You see it or not, like it or not, he doesn't care. He wrote for so many years that he was reluctant to publish a collection of poems. Later, he printed a pamphlet from Fei to play with friends, and only recently published a book with a book number. Therefore, someone took the opportunity to give him the title of "China's Top Ten Poets of the Year". His collection of poems is titled "Every Capital is a Love Song." (Chen Cun)