Li Yue Peng Jiangong Explores poetry
Poet Profile:
Li Yue, male, from Tangchang, Gansu. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and the Gansu Writers Association. His works can be found in "Green Wind", "Feitian", "Yanhe", "Ginseng Flower", "Northern Writers" and other publications. Published a collection of poems "Love Official Goose Ditch".
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Walking in the Lands of the Great Northwest (Group poems)
Text/Li Yue (Gansu)
Autumn thoughts
Eyes full of yellow flowers
Gaze at the sky with a light cloud and a clear wind
A goose array through the years
It's been flying in the back of my mind
Fallen leaves in the distance
Deeply engraved footprints have been spread
At this moment, the farmers are cherishing their solid memories
The grain-like expression is still fragrant and dignified
In the cooler wind
I am like a gray sparrow
On the field complex stubble marks
Come and go
Autumn Soul
In the blue eyes of the sky and water
Clouds light wind clear chrysanthemum thin flower yellow
From time to time, geese fly by
Feel desolate
Listen
Pieces of dead leaves drifting to the ground with a sound
Those sorrows in their own forms
From the colorful layers of forest to the dyeing room
Overflowing with reverie
Autumn worms and streams sing low and shallow
I and the season are thin as chrysanthemums
Autumn grass everywhere
Cover my closed doors and windows
I would like to be in autumn when the leaves are full of autumn leaves
Sweep a clean field
Sit firmly in the back of your heart
Wait for everything to go away
--Originally published in The Flying Sky No. 6, 2019.
Awakened by a sparrow
These live with me
Under the eaves, the birds among the civilians
My most ordinary neighbor
Figures are always present
Old houses, fields, branches
Lively and agile
Much like us
Ordinary people
Early in the morning, I was woken up
Seems to tell me, get up early
Birds have bugs to eat
Cross the loess slope
noon. I saw one
Wear a straw hat
An old man with a face full of vicissitudes
Swing the whip
Chase a white cloud
Wander the high slopes of the loess
A song of letters to the sky, from
His throat was hoarse
The cracked mouth roared out
White clouds, their ears pricked up
Raised his head
The wind, skimming over the mountain beams
After the Spring Festival, the wind
Will be the snow of the mountain beams
Sweep away, the village
Boys and girls
Bees flew out of the mountains
Flock to a corner of the city
Noisy village
It was quiet
Those old men and children, watching
The clouds of the mountain beams are cirrus cloud shu
Behind the wind, it is still the wind
Grass and trees are leaning on their sides
The old house stood shivering in the wind
Artemisia overgrown cropland
It seemed painful
One hundred thousand mountains, silent as gold
--Originally published in The 9th issue of Feitian in 2020.
Snow falls on the village
Sleepless last night in the side ear
Listen to the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground
These elves from heaven
They all flocked to the entire mountain village
So thousands of pear blossoms bloom at dawn
The village of pink jade is holy and crystalline
Abide by the humidity and quietness of the snowy day
The mother is still sitting on the kangtou wearing needle leads
She will be a snowy complex
Layer by layer into the sole
I slept in a paradise decorated with snowflakes
Happily dreaming of jointing
——Originally published in Green Wind, No. 3, 2020.
Above the plateau
Early in the morning, all the flowers and plants
All holding up crystal dewdrops, sparkling
Shuo Shuo. Like a star blinking
Eyes that have not gone to sleep. sun
Blue sky, white clouds at your fingertips
Close to the sky, you can hear
The breath of a bird. The sun was catching up
Grass warblers fly with horses yaks
And sheep, above the plateau
The holiest prayer flag, the ups and downs
Ups and downs, hula sprinkled all over the ground
Barley, inlaid in turquoise
The vast expanse of Zen
——Originally published in Green Wind, No. 2, 2021.
Poetry reviews
The poet's sentiments are above the dirt
Peng Jiangong
Life is the source of literature and art, and it is also the fertile soil of literature, especially the hotbed of poetry and beauty. Creation requires experience, precipitation, enlightenment, sublimation... Poetry is the art of language, refining brewing, special ways, dividing sections, injecting feelings, jumping words, rich imagination and connotation, and is also a measure of poetry. Reading books break through 10,000 volumes, and the next pen is like a god! Indeed, writing begins with reading, reading good works, reading more and understanding, and learning new things from the past is the first step in writing poetry. Integrating feelings and imagination into the words of the branches, that is, coherent and independent, vivid imagery, fun, philosophy... Apply different techniques and grammar to present it cleverly.
Poetry, to integrate into the majority of readers, to be simple and easy to understand and vivid, rich in connotation, too blunt, abstract poetry, not popular with most readers, the work is the need for readers, popular, just like Bai Juyi's poems, easy to understand, suitable for all ages, and philosophical and interesting, more can be passed down to the world. Vernacular poetry, very thick earth, nostalgia, nostalgia, customs, culture... The breath of love, taken from a wide range of materials, deep feelings, very soluble in the reader, calling for the resonance of the heart, fertile and vast vision, area ... Good at discovery, perception, rare writing space. Writing poetry, from discovery, conception, brewing, presentation, is a process of language processing, infiltrating feelings, reaching fine, new, strange, including language, ideas, techniques, promotion, connotation... Step by step, advance, extend, expand, high, long, far, deep... Multidimensional space, the space and imagination of infinite thinking, the poem succeeds.
Writing poetry requires great feelings, true feelings, high energy, a sense of justice, a sense of responsibility, and a sense of mission. The times create characters, then his language, thinking, territory, with the times, the authenticity of the reaction, representative, there is a sense of distress, integrate himself into society and works, refining, sublimation. Poetry through the discovery of events and situations, trigger inspiration, the thought is like a spark igniting the emotion, suddenly released, imagery and figuration, imagination, feelings perfectly integrated, concentrated, the language is highly refined, writing poetry is a process of processing language, abstraction or image, specific allegory, penetrating connotation, one by one presented combination.
The living environment creates people, because the heart creates the situation, fiction or extension, the image is in the language of feelings, distorted or deformed, not straightforward, but implicit, like a haha mirror, the real into the artistic conception in the image, become the language of poetry, the text of poetry, just like dancing is not a good walk, singing is not a good speech, poetry is a kind of crazy language and thinking. Poetry is incomprehensible, poetry is not enough, just like not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain... The aesthetics of poetry have specific spaces, they are boundless, expanding, extended, impenetrable, different angles, different visions, different appreciations, and different gains. Real good poetry, artistic beauty, language beauty, strong spanning rhythm, exquisite artistic conception, peculiar imagination, novel ideas, giving readers endless fun, tireless reading, rich in philosophy and connotation, short and concise, just a few lines of space released, sharply elevated, leapfrogged, arrived, perfectly completed in an instant, natural, smooth, comfortable, pleasing to the ear, bringing the reader into their own situation...
The poem "Autumn Thoughts", touching the scenery, good at discovering and capturing, grasping the characteristics of things, clinging to ideas, extending the artistic conception, simple imagery, yellow flower eyes, goose arrays, fallen leaves, grain spikes, sparrows... Outline a beautiful mood! Autumn gives people joy and confusion, the language is subtle, and the ending is blank. The author is very good at conceiving, brewing, showing a picture of the autumn harvest, permeated with strong regional cultural customs, simple language, very grounded vernacular poetry, Ruby yellow flowers thinner, geese flying south of the herringbone array, falling leaves, farmers and rice looks, perfect integration of consciousness, but like a gray sparrow, walking around in the open field... Is it searching? Or anxiety? Or sadness? The end leaves blank, releasing a huge imagination space, the intensity of the promotion, the connotation of the penetration is colorful, or the lament of sorrow or joy, giving people different visions and angles of height, distance and width, the poem title Autumn Thought is set off, Thinking is an emotional rendering, Autumn Wood withers, the earth begins to sleep, and the living beings are a reincarnation!
--The chrysanthemum in the poem "Autumn Soul" is the soul in the poem, but also the autumn soul, the chrysanthemum is thin and yellow is a very poetic word, people will have different feelings with age, time, season, people to middle age, but also the harvest season, and the integration with the natural environment, is very sad. I and the season are thin as chrysanthemums, the wind is high and the clouds are light and refreshing, the earth is withered and desolate, the state of mind of the year that is not confused, pinned on the autumn chrysanthemums, rendering their own lives like souls, the sunset is infinitely good, but the scene of near dusk jumps on the paper, and I can't help but think of a poem by Li Qingzhao: Drunken flower yin, mist thick clouds and sorrows forever day [Song] Li Qingzhao mist thick clouds sorrow eternal day, Rui brain selling golden beasts. Festive and heavy sun, jade pillow yarn kitchen, cool in the middle of the night. After the east hedge put the wine at dusk, there is a dark fragrance full of sleeves. Mo Dao does not lose his soul, the curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. The author expresses his thoughts and feelings in different ways and languages, poetry is the carrier of feelings, the extension of the artistic conception, the last section "I am willing to be in the autumn of autumn leaves / sweep a piece of pure land / sit firmly in the bottom of my heart / Wait for everything to go away", beyond the transcendent, a kind of free feelings, what a beautiful luxury, isolated from the world, out of the prosperity of red dust.
--In the poem "Awakened by sparrows", the finch is used as a metaphor for people, and in the farm yard under the eaves, the birds that get up early have insects to eat, suggesting that people should be diligent in doing things, not lazy. Civilians, neighbors, ordinary people, the birds and me, as well as the villagers, blended into one, closer to each other, there is a sense of intimacy. Through the scene, the excavation and extension of the event, the birds and people are strongly rooted in the country, the philosophy is infiltrated, the meaning of the small poem is profound, the peasants get up early and greedily work in the dark, work more and get more, be diligent and thrifty, and have the truth of the family, visualize and rationalize, the birds die for food, and the people take food as the sky, all of which are the inevitability of the survival of life. The author is very strong for the countryside, composing soil and seasons, life and nature, singing life with poetry, simple and unpretentious, sincere and sincere, natural and fluent, ingenious conception, language condensation and subtlety, it is very rare, he has a unique insight, the ordinary brewing is extraordinary, and the extension of the artistic conception is like the temperament and realm of the high gorge out of the Pinghu Lake.
-- In the poem "Crossing the Loess Plateau", the artistic conception is too beautiful, the conception is clever, the scene seen, the language of the total poem is presented, the shepherd, the switch between the cloud and the sheep, the reference to each other, the angle of mutual relations, the cloud is the sheep, the sheep is the cloud, very successful in exchanging the lens, complementing, and mixing the heavens and the earth into one. Catch the clouds, the white clouds, prick up your ears... Skillfully apply synaesthesia, dislocation effect, loess slopes, blue sky and white clouds, shepherd's song of faith in the sky, there are songs and scenes, meaning vivid images, just like a beautiful and clear water lake, boat swimming among the clouds, birds floating on the water, beautiful scenery, the artistic conception is extremely beautiful! The author successfully shaped the artistic conception, the perfect integration of people, scenery, and emotions into one, the local poems of customs and customs, thickly revealed, with very pure local cultural characteristics, immersive, melodious singing, loud whips, screaming bursts, a picture jumped on the paper! The biggest success of this poem is to write the clouds alive, there are sounds and scenes, there are movements and stillness, looking up at the high slopes of the loess, excellent renderings, presented in front of the reader's eyes, the scenes are blended, the artistic conception is beautiful, the connotation is rich, the regional culture is extremely strong, and the appreciation and learning are appreciated.
--"Wind, skimming over the mountain beams", this is a heart-wrenching poem, the construction of urbanization, population loss, empty villages have become the norm in the countryside, the author through this event, full of anxiety and distress, great love for life, a sense of responsibility, a sense of mission. The mission of the poet is the call of words and souls. Carry forward the good and the beautiful, envy the evil like a vendetta, have a great love for their own lives and social phenomena, and a sincere heart. Remote mountain villages, very backward, there are many people who go out to work, only empty nesters and left-behind children, is a common phenomenon in society, the fields are barren, old houses have become dangerous houses, etc., the state and the government are also very concerned, and have introduced a lot of policies to benefit the people, and so on. The wind swept over the mountain beams, behind the wind is still the wind, the front of the mountain is still the mountain, the hundred thousand mountains are silent, the mountain village is still that mountain village, the wind is the wind and the rain is the rain... It gives people infinite desolation and reverie.
--"SnowFall Village", a thousand mountain birds fly to extinction, and ten thousand trails of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River. Beautiful snow scenes, listening to the sound of snow falling, associated with the mother's window root kangtou, the shadow of the shoes... What a warm shot. Imagination crossing, video screen shuttle, switching from hearing to vision, the lighted figure of the snowy night mountain village, the paradise in the dream, the mother's imagination is outlined, the mother's hand is online, and the wanderer is clothed. It is nostalgia, it is nostalgia, it is sustenance, it becomes a seed in the snowy field, like the auspicious year of Ruixue, the meaning of sleeping with steamed buns in the coming year, and the dream of crop pulling joints and ear filling... Lying on the ground is like lying in the arms of a mother.
--"On the Plateau", from the imagery of the poem, the prayer flag, the barley, the yak... You can feel the thick atmosphere and scene on the Qinghai-Tibet Grassland, which is a piece of Zen soil full of the Holy Spirit. Everything is worthy of nostalgia and care. Crystal dewdrops, the eyes of the stars, looking at the heavens and the earth so vast and high, hearing the breath of birds, you can also pick the stars... The artistic conception is beautiful, the imagination is novel, and the space is unlimited. The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is a high-altitude place, with a special geographical and cultural heritage, the author is very understanding, in-depth regional characteristics, the scene on the grassland, one by one, presented, let people think of it, everything here has Zen and perception, life is so sonorous, exuberant.
A poet's wisdom, emotion, and zen enlightenment determine the life and connotation of the poem. Good at discovery, multi-conception, diligent brewing, wide accumulation... With a special language way to exude, there are feelings, high sentiments, and great style, in order to give birth to the words and realms of poetry. Writing poetry is closely related to experience, environment, and life, and the territory of life, the spiritual field, and the style of poetry have created his achievements. Writing poetry is also bitter and happy, and I give myself comfort in joy and sorrow, lyricism, and speech. Like a bee, diligent and studious, brewing a fruitful honey!
Peng Jiangong has published poems, lyrics, and poetry reviews in People's Daily, Poetry Journal, Caotang, etc., and has won many international poetry awards. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and a director of the Silver Literary and Art Critics Association.
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