A long time ago, an era of the Yellow Emperor, poetry, what is it? I don't know, I don't know, I'm afraid of pulling on the calves. Five bodies thrown to the ground, all the way forward, noble soul empowerment, meta universe, human space prevention and control under big capital, find a place to see the snow.
It is already spring sun, in the southern country of Shenzhen, the cold is condensed.
"Cross most of China to sleep with you"
"She put her bloody head on the scale of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight."
"China, I lost my key"
"Facing the sea, spring blossoms."
The poet is gone, the poet is gone, the spirit and flesh are multi-dimensionally blended and immersed, natural affinity, and the soul still lights up the world.
The resurgence of the years traces the style of poetry in that year.
When I was twenty years old, Mr. Shi Keshi, a great calligrapher in Anhui, called me a poet, not a poet, and did not publish a single poem. Mr. Shi Lao: "You have the feelings of a poet."
That year, Mr. Shi Keshi was seventy-six years old, and Elder Shi told me that when he was young, he memorized the entire Quan Tang Poetry. Mr. Shi Keshi's calligraphy, the most is the Tang dynasty collection of sentences.
A nail, so far has not published a single poem.
At that age, I ordered "Poetry", "People's Literature", "World Literature" and "Social Science Front" at that time, and loved to read some poems and recite them alone from time to time.
Poetry, what is it?
Time passes, how can this life fall in love with poetry, the temperament of poetry, the taste of poetry, the joy of poetry,
Life is embarrassed to twist, can not say the reason, for the poet special attention, Mr. Zang Kejia, Mr. Ai Qing, Mr. Guo Xiaochuan, Mr. Xu Chi, Mr. He Qifang, Mr. He Jingzhi, as well as Mr. Yan Jin of Anhui, Mr. Song Yiying, Mr. Gong Liu, Mr. Liu Zuci ,,,, a poet's era has passed, thus the extinction of faith, "Song of Lei Feng" "You set off, in the darkness before dawn." Zhang Yongming's report poem "The Battle of Nansha", the soul of the nation, embraces the great mountains and rivers of the motherland.
Reading at that time, the People's Daily loved to read "Dadi", and the "Huangshan", "Hefei Evening News" and "Xiaoyaojin" of Anhui Daily were full of passion for the life of poetry at that time.
In the early morning, in the empty land, he recited the Song Poems one by one in the night with the "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty". After a period of time, the landing likes the yuanqu, the simplicity of the yuanqu, and a warm heart. At that time, I was frugal and frugal, bought a selection of poems, and remembered clearly the "Selected Poems of Ye Jianying", "Selected Poems of Chen Yi", "Selected Poems of Dong Biwu", and "Selected Poems of Zhu De", whose favorite was Chairman Mao's poems, and recited them from beginning to end without leaving a single one. Poetry, notes of an era, a spiritual record of an era.
Poetry, what is it," the east wind night called the five more heads," woke up, the evil of the poem was monstrous, inscribed in the heart can not bear to see, every time I look back, see how feminine the country and mountains are, and put the madness intoxicated. Under the sunny sky, step forward, poetry-like life, use poetry to deceive love, write a most beautiful poem, open the heart. At that time, the heart was full of empty watches. From time to time, the great river goes east, the waves exhaust the characters of the ancient winds, the world says that the gods and immortals are good, look at the three doors, the three doors open, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky,,,
A copy of the "Collection of Qing Poems" in xinhua bookstores was bought a few months later, and the table refused to choose a stack of poems, and the five senses and six senses at that time were immersed in the menu of poetry.
A copy of The Selected Poems of Pussykin admired Pussykin and fought for love.
In that era of love to fight, the poems of Xu Zhimo, the poems of Dai Wangshu, and the poems of Wang Jingzhi,,, were not very liked, soft and soft, and lacked the heroism of men. However, Marshal Chen Yi's "heavy snow crushed the green pine." Qingsong straight and straight "Marshal Ye Jianying" Old Man likes to make a dusk ode, full of green mountains and sunset illumination. "It is often recited from the mouth.
Poetry, what is it, for some years, from Beijing to Hefei, hanging out in the Wen play building on Tongcheng Road. Walking into a gallery, there are a lot of works by Shi Keshi and Zhang Beilu, because of the two big gentlemen, they talked about the distance and were on top of the head, and the gallery owner directly called out my name and called me "Poet Zhen Ping". Surprised, the impression has never met, how he knows me, and directly called out my name, and also called me a poet, and later the gallery owner Teacher Zhang told me that he knew me from Mr. Shi Keshi. Zhen Ping is a poet, the poet Zhen Ping, who has published many articles in his life, also written some long and short sentences, never published a poem, and was called a poet in the university to ask Shi Keshi.
The bucket turns to the stars, the haunting of the word poet, what is a poet? What kind of person is called a poet? Is the poet a title? Are there any paid poets? Who is the poet? Who is not a poet?
In the WeChat era, the large area of poetry, more likes, more reading, sometimes there are shocked eyes, just more recitation, broken sense of life festival, thanks to WeChat, oxygen-based poems appeared, Shenzhen Shi Chunli, Hefei Mr. Panhu, Huizhou Jiang Ming students ,,, poems, is a kind of kindness, a kind of spiritual vipassana, direct life thousands of rivers and mountains.
Life and poetry have never been desolate, the fate of poetry, the journey with poets, and Liang Xiaobin have a very good relationship, but they never talk about poetry in one piece. What is poetry? What is a poet?
Poetry, what is it? Poetry and poets, as well as poets painting, poets and words, Liang Xiaobin's calligraphy is good, Liang Xiaobin is a real person.
Poetry and painting, Shenzhen female poet He Ming painted out of the painting has a feeling, the year before in Hefei Yaming Art Museum saw the poet Yan Jin's painting, painting well, there is a spiritual atmosphere. Anhui female lyricist Song Yiying, the words are well written, the paintings are also well drawn, and Liang Xiaobin also discussed it specifically. Poetry, calligraphy and painting, poets and calligraphy are inseparable, poetry and painting of Luan Feng and Ming. Nong Yin Chunyin, at this age and then involve poetry, for a time can not say anything, the wind and bright moon, unreliable do not tune, the passage of time, that is the capital strangled young people poetry forum, and remembered that I also listened to the Anhui Literary Association poet Peng Pan's poetry lecture. More than twenty years ago, the Huainan poet Sun Dengke came to Shenzhen to talk about poetry, but there were many deep topics. On that day of that year, when I stepped out of self-imprisonment, I deeply felt the cowardice of poetry, the broken time period of life's creed, the hatred of poetry, the incompetence of poetry, the ripping of eggs of the literati, how good it should be for me to be a hooligan, to come out of power in the barrel of a gun, to learn from Du Yuesheng, you die and live, class struggle.
That year in Taiwan, I paid special tribute to Mr. Meng Xiaodong, poetry was born for love, the betrayal of poetry, and later I looked down on Mr. Xu Zhimo too much, Mr. Yu Dafu was not like a man, Wang Yingxia, Lu Xiaoman killed a brother-in-law, fought a fish dead net broken, wind and snow night, and the grand ambition of the same end was fierce.
Poetry, what exactly is it? The mountains and rivers of the origin are long, the wind is elegant, and the land is barren,
Poetry, step by step, Gu Cheng, Xichuan, Beidao, Shu Ting, Xi Murong, Xie Mian, Luo Yihe,,, Poet Stroll, Poet Melancholy, Poet Kang Ning, The Cruelty of Poetry, Poetry, What is it?
"You can go up to the moon for nine days, and you can catch turtles in the five oceans."
"Don't fart, you have to turn the world upside down."
That year in the West Anhui Museum, Yi Xin was stunned, Lu'an and the "Dabie Mountain Poetry Journal" capital developmentism of the great era of extra-Daoist heresy, time is money, a stumbling block on the way forward, Nam no Shakya Amitabha, immeasurable heavenly honor shou Buddha, temple has received tickets, write poetry? How could I have thought that Mr. Li Ka-shing had written poetry?
Write poetry, write poetry, a complete rogue proletarian.
"Hang up love and whip it up"
"I have always borrowed years in the next life, a thousand knives to cut tang monk meat"
"Buy the sunshine of the next century and let the flowers of the world bloom for you."
"Borrowed the sun, I don't know where the switch is."
Poetry, the interpretation of the years, the words have light, the rogue of poetry, the confusion of one day, the setting fire to the red world, the phoenix mallet, eternal life in the fire.
The kindness of the poet, the emergence of the poet in the age of capital?
Pay tribute to Du Yuesheng's learning, grasp the revolution, promote production, and carry out the poem to the end.
"Cross most of China to sleep with you" (Yu Xiuhua)
"Lying in your arms and enjoying solitude" (Bi Xiaomei)
The authenticity of life,,,
Stick out your tongue or empty,
Facing the sea, spring blossoms
The poet's heaviness, sending the meaning, a word, a sentence is enough.