Text/Wang Lijun Qiu Yi
Fourteen years ago today, Mr. Peng Yanjiao passed away.
I don't know if at the end of March of 2008, the sky was also so overcast, soaked in spring rain, and entangled with this kind and gentle poet.
The smoke and rain have been drifting for fourteen years, and I don't know if Mr. Xiang can hear his loud poems on the banks of the Xiangjiang River.
He trekked, floated, transcended, he was poetic, embarked on the same growth journey as Lu Xun, but he was not willing to be worldly, jumped into the rolling chaos, floated with billions of light dust, and chased the fluctuations of life together.
(Mr. Peng Yanjiao is reading)
He believes in the light, he gets the light, he shines
Peng Yanjiao was born in Putian, a "famous state of literature", in a touching rural world, where the cells of thought and art are constantly fissioning and expanding in touch, and he has a unique curiosity and thinking. At the age of nine to ten, Peng Yanjiao's reading began to shift from children's books to literary works. In the literary world of Cao Xueqin, Lu Xun and others, he was blinded by thoughts, to the point of hunger and thirst for a spiritual way out, and when he became an adult, he chose to join the "July" camp, even if the vicissitudes of life and the ruthlessness of the years were deeply engraved on his cheeks, but he was like a weightless falcon, waiting for the haze to be cleared, and determined to rush to a new height, complete transcendence, and find out the essence of life's own light source, and the driving force of all this is the love of poetry.
Behold? The transcendence of poetry is a physical and mental transformation comparable to that of a phoenix bathing in fire.
Everybody knows! It was that nirvana that allowed him to "finally reach the luxuriant of his thoughts in the tumbling and spinning, return to his authenticity in the chaos, and complete the composition of the hymn in the return"!
As Liu Changhua wrote in the concluding part of the "Commentary on Peng Yanjiao": "Peng Yanjiao made the most pious and lasting sacrifice for the poet god, and in this regard, Peng Yanjiao can be called the Oriental, today's Goethe, and at the same time, he gave up his kitsch, and retained only simplicity and enthusiasm." "The completion of poetry is the life of Peng Yanjiao, or the life of Peng Yanjiao is poetry."
As Yuan Fusheng said: "He is not the kind of poet who belongs to the award, but the poet who really belongs to life." ”
If Pushkin built himself a non-artificial monument, then Peng Yanjiao is a big country craftsman who built spiral staircases, and his spiral ladder spirit inspires generations of "bright lights" to live endlessly.
Spiral chasing itself,
Always chasing, can't tell the paragraphs.
The starting point is the ascent, the halfway is the ascent,
The end point is also rising.
- "Spiral Ladder"
Second, what is the spirit of the spiral ladder
Perhaps, it is Mr. Peng Yanjiao's expression of the deep call in his heart, which is the expectation of liangliang.
Perhaps, it is the wanton and passion of the vast number of poetry lovers gathered on the "spiraling ladder" in 1981, which is the original intention and surging of the founding of the "Spiral Ladder Poetry Journal".
Or perhaps, it is the enduring and enthusiastic feelings of Zhang Lei, an alumnus of Xiangtan University in 2002, who founded the Spiral Ladder Library at the east gate of Xiangtan University, and later expanded to Kiln Bay, with two floors of the library, a pleasant courtyard, and a collection of tens of thousands of books, giving book lovers a quiet and comfortable living garden.
Today, how do we interpret this constant heat wave?
If you were given the opportunity to throw away thousands of useful and useless bonds, would you be willing to join chaos, become chaos, join this endless rolling and spinning, in search of the eternity of life?
Are you willing to walk into the world of the blackbird, flap the pale blue passion with your black wings, whip the silence of the mountains, and fly a thunderbolt into the wilderness as soon as you go up to the sky?
If you could, I want you, this delicate organism, to come and go, to create the possibility of infinite reactions of life.
If you can, I hope you, this vivid process, follow my soul, do not underestimate yourself, and always maintain a childlike heart.
If you can, I hope you, close to the spiral ladder, but also into the world of Mr. Peng Yanjiao...
(The author is a 20-level undergraduate student majoring in Chinese language and literature at Xiangtan University)