I love you
🔺 Big river
That painful heart
The moon that fell on the side of the road
A soft burning light
The throbbing black of the world
It is an unquenchable anger in a lifetime
And I spoke as religiously as I chanted:
In this life, I will only sing for you
I no longer write long poems
Both the computer and the writing desk will be scrapped
Before the next planet arrives
I just slap your name on the lips
I just care about letting you go in joy
Wait for me
The sorrow is gone
This lifetime
The people we meet are like footprints
Isn't it a pain to pass by
There can never be a pair again
Fit your old shoes
I was stunned
I saw that the world was full of smog
I want to take you to heaven
The fruits of heaven are ripe
In the quiet blue of our demanding
You are my daughter
One eye is the sun
The other eye is definitely you
Encounter, make the heart that has been sad for half a lifetime
Like a wilderness, there is only running
in order to buffer it to jump out
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🔺 Miao Yushi commented:
Dajiang, contemporary poet. Born in Yongqing, Hebei Province, he began writing poetry at the age of fourteen. "May flowers, rain and poetry last forever in our youth." Several poetry collections have since been published. His poems, from adolescence writing to middle-aged writing, coincided with the turn of the century. With the economic tide and the Internet pervading, the poet is caught in the historical gap between materialization and spirituality. Siege and freedom, nothingness and fullness gave birth to the historical themes of the times. In the face of this theme, he watered the desolation of reality with the living water of the source of ancient culture, supported the independence of the soul with nostalgia and family affection, and drew the power of life from all natural things. The poet uses the "brush" of poetry to "paint guilt, sorrow" and the "color" of the soul.
In the four seasons of life, he "Faithful Spring", "Summer Flowers", harvested autumn fruits, and firmly believed that "time pushes open the two doors of cold and warm / some happy things will come again". The poet looks up at the sky, looks down at the earth, and shapes his great personality of "jade in the bones" in the middle of heaven and earth and standing.
A truly good poet must be a lonely person. Lonely and free, and existent, and introverted, and open. With philosophical wisdom and conscience, he integrates the repetitive and similar tediousnesses of daily life, those anxious and scattered fragments, re-examines and judges them, discovers the love and goodness, truth and beauty contained in them, finds a complete and sincere life, lets the light shine in the surrounding dark space, and puts all this into colorful imagery and jumping and stitching words and rhetoric, thus constructing a spiritual way of survival with solid texture and temperature. His poetry is the spiritual resume of life's "ups and downs".
Here, we can listen to the traditional and modern chants plucked out by a young man's mind, lingering, humorous, new, and profoundly chanting his concern and understanding of the past days. These poems are like the moon quietly moored on the deep blue screen in the noisy night, the clear light is scattered, the light and shadow are on the ground, calm, quiet, clear, and long-distance convey a soft and pure oriental life atmosphere, a deeply aesthetic artistic wind god!
🔸 Miao Yushi, born in 1939, is a contemporary poetry critic. He graduated from the Department of Chinese of Hebei University in 1965 and is now a professor at the College of Literature of Langfang Normal University.
