□ Zhao Jianying
"Mother of Moonlight Village" is a true love monologue in the depths of the poet Gong Xueming's soul, and it is also a baptism and release of self. Climbing the branches of memory, he traced back to the bits and pieces of his mother, and the thoughts when he could not see each other, there was the sparkle of emotion, and there was also the rational precipitation obtained by thinking with his head down. These looking back at the daily details are all a natural flow of true feelings. He carved a picture of himself: the village, the silver of his mother's hair in the moonlight, which resonated with the reader with the scene. This is a person's mother, this is the love of the world's people for their mother, it is a love that has always been obtained but cannot be repaid, and it makes people cry after reading it.
The honest lens truly reflects the experience and background of personal life, as well as the common encounters in similar backgrounds, the grass and flowers of the homeland, one person and one thing, gathered together to piece together a complete experience, time is not the process of life to die, but the ferry to completion and eternity. The world cannot capture it, the pain is so deep, because the family affection exists, and the joy still comes out of the gap. The poet Gong Xueming transformed the grief into a branch of the text, compressing the imagery, metaphor, extension and extension of the poem into a page of thin paper, telling the family affection, slowly flowing, so that the hard part of the day lost its edges and corners, and became round and lovely. I can even imagine that he is not lonely when he sits alone, bowing his head and silently chanting "Mother of moonlight village", as if he has gained the strength of support, looking up to accept the moonlight, he can hear his mother's gentle instructions and feel the warmth of the embrace.
How to face the memory carved in the blood: the rotation of the scenery of the four seasons, the pain of tears, and the eternal possession of the soul. On the way back to the hometown, the gentle voice of the mother is surrounded; the empty villages and houses are filled with the figure and breath of the mother; the fragrance of wildflowers and grasses from childhood memories, the narration of the violet rain and fog, the call of the breeze that purely blows through the ears, and the kindness of the snowflakes that turn into rain before they are formed. Walking in the lively urban crowd, will there suddenly be a huge emptiness: the inexhaustible Yin Yin message in the last look back, the loss and blankness that cannot be repeated, and the vague past will still sprout together, like a new shoot breaking through the pressure, with the fragrance of wet earth, clearly presented. At this moment, death is only a formal departure, and the core of life will not be extinguished. In the poet's consciousness, in the inheritance of life, in the extended infinite future, and in the ethereal and long-distance unity, this is not a conceptual shaping, but a belief that the poet rises through poetry and has an endless life.
This is a restless era, the more wealth you have, the less you care about family affection, people are more willing to enjoy the moment, value the present, seize all opportunities to enjoy, even indulge, so that a stable life, although precious, but quietly dusted in people's blind impulses. Obviously, Gong Xueming is a poet with a persistent heart, he slows down his passionate emotions, has no distractions, silently writes the softness of his heart, and focuses on the exploration and writing of modern family poetry. After completing the collection of poems dedicated to Dad, once again dedicated to his mother a gift, he did not use the written expression of "father, mother", but used the childlike title of "father" and "mother", leaving himself low and returning to the source of life, which is the source of family affection and love, this is the fountain of poetry, and not a drop of water travels beyond the eyes. The poet hides the internal wounds, and introduces the majestic waterfall of love into the reader's heart with a trickle, and grasps the falling snow of the desolate wilderness into the palm of his hand, turning it into spring water and soaking the rest of his life. The poet hides his mature writing skills in the light of emotion, which seems plain, and some verses are even almost white, which is his perception of the detachment of life, the self-consciousness after awakening, and can also be said to be the natural expression of human noble feelings. In this collection of poems, we can touch the poet's "pilgrim-like soul", it is by no means a void of air and imagination, nor is it a collective high degree of consistency in slogans, not deliberate reluctance, it is the abundance of the poet's unique world, such as songs, such as crying, is a highly refined masterpiece of words and thoughts.