It's windy
In the afternoon, the wind picked up
I saw a red plastic bag
Flying in the air
Like a bird in disguise
It flew over the trash cans, trees, and telephone poles in the neighborhood
Flew over my twenty-third-floor window
In amazement, people looked up
A man who has finally escaped from gravity
Flying higher and higher, it gradually flew away from the world
Wait for it to fly farther and farther
Flew out of people's horizons
They bowed their heads in disgust again
Retreat to your place
Look at the colorful plastic bag in your hand
Look at yourself carrying a plastic bag
Some people think that if the wind is stronger
Is it possible to fly like a plastic bag yourself?
It was a little stronger
It's flying all over the sky
Flowery plastic bags and people carrying plastic bags in their hands
Half of it is due to freedom
Half out of accident
Poetry is life, welcome to the "Caotang Reading Poetry" jointly launched by Cover News, Chengdu Radio and Television Station Listening Hall FM and Caotang Poetry Magazine, I am a reading poet Juanzi. The poem I just heard, "The Wind Rises", is from the group poem "My Time is a Failed Pill" by the female poet Liu Mianduo. Shandong poet Liu Mianduo began to write poetry in middle school, and his works have been scattered in various literary journals and poetry anthologies, including the poetry collection "Breathing", "Visible and Invisible", "Bread Class", and the poetry collection "Our Beauty Era".
The rhythm of Liu Mianduo's poetry is not hurried, but a soothing and seemingly aimless drift forward, but finally unexpectedly falls on one or two lines of sentences that make people think long. Let's listen to this song "Evening" again:
Late
It was the most beautiful time of day
The sun is setting but the light is still there
Flocks of sheep came down from far away up the mountain
Scriptures on the table
Quietly turned over by the evening wind
The lights of the world gradually lit up
People who have worked for a day
They have all returned home
Rice, potatoes, soup and chopsticks
It's already on the table
Vast floating world, simple meals
In the afterglow of the sun
As well as under the warm lights
It began to radiate the luster of life
Liu Mianduo once used the water of the Qili River as a metaphor for his poetry creation. "If it doesn't rain, the river water will be clear and soothing, and when it rains, it will become turbid and turbulent," she said. But in any case, her poetry is profound, and dialectical philosophy is her poetic pursuit.
Poetry is life, "grass hall reading poetry", there is temperature, there is texture. Reading the poem today is here, thanks for the attention, we will see you next time.
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