In the thunder at Li Bu's feet, the power of poetry can always be heard
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Important strokes are often awe-inspiring, and those stunning moments of language, carving the Chinese language itself between the square inches, are also acknowledging the entanglement of life and destiny.
This is an important expression of Li Bujiao's poetry, and this entanglement is more reflected in the overall part of the work than other writers, and you can intuitively feel that the sickle has cut a hole in the skin. The examination of the real world against the current seems to have become the normal mission of the text, the "crack" at the crucial point, opening up the distance between the past and the present, and this "gully" is filled by the poet.
Of course, to be able to meet and discover the "gully" has actually become a part of happiness, looking at the long distance, the mission of poetry itself is the mission of human beings, this mission and purpose does not point to acquisition, but to the process, so that the white depiction part of the text is also more profound.
The significance of the poem is to show that everyone is a part of the mutual anxiety between their own existence and their own consciousness, which is why the critic Harold Bloom deduced that "great works come from anxiety", and the clearer the mission of anxiety and the heavier the responsibility, the greater the chance of going to the historical side. Lee does not marry to combine responsibility and technique, and at that time he puts the anxious part first on the people in his homeland.
He witnessed in humble people the "evil of mortals," an evil that is not determined by one's own existence or by one's own consciousness. He is reflecting on the fundamental state of human nature, the kind of prominent part that is astonishing, and the smooth narrative does not see a ripple, and only in the middle of those one or two words can the reader understand the direction of the blade.
The understanding of the most industrious father, "dressed in black and a black hat, in the flock, like an old eagle, tired of killing", seems to have lost the gap between love and hate, and that the understanding of dividing everything into threes, sixes, and nines, and reaffirming the moral subject above human nature, is terrible.
So much so that even bystanders cannot reflect on man from the perspective of God, but can only return to the existence of man on this planet as a kind of interest group, and the boundaries are already clear. This is the profound reflection that the father brought, the awareness of the two sides of love and hate, which is fading, and the recognition that love must be done on the back of another kind of hate, which is also the secret of man's life as a depriver, the light is on, and the sound is magnificent.
This may be the important connotation of "there is a layer of skin on the earth, and this skin has a disease, called people", which requires a lifetime of experience to heal one's own illness, and needs to face the great world to listen to the sound of swallows returning. What kind of spring is such a spring, whether it hides the scars of disease, whether it secretly matches the same fate as the ancestors, and whether it can learn to become a good doctor after a long illness and see other people's diseases. Where is the meaning of the cure, whether the healer has repeatedly broken through or failed in the disease again and again, thus sensing that "after curing your epilepsy, open a clinic to treat the world's stubborn diseases."
Is it on the long and distant Miluo River, or on the way to the Tianwen sculpture. The highest respect for reverence is to step on his original path, the brave posture of standing in the "wandering without land", to ask the color of the river, to ask the direction of the flow of the water, to ask the Miluo River and the current five thousand years of spacing, is the highest thinking that Li Bu married to poetry.
His answer was so simple: listen to the "thunder under your feet", extinguish, burn, extinguish...
Attached: Selected poems of Lee not marrying
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Li Bu married, real name Li Jiebo, a traditional media practitioner, adjunct professor of the Wenxin College of Central South University, is now retired and idle, specializing in poetry creation. He has published poems such as "Where Is Tomorrow's Breakfast", and won the Annual Poetry Collection Award of the First Boao International Poetry Award.
Yichuan, a well-known poetry critic and poet, whose works have appeared in newspapers and poetry anthologies such as "Stars", "Yangtze River Poetry Journal", "Poetry Tide", "Yalu River", "People's Liberation Army Daily", "People's Armed Police Alarm" and other newspapers and poetry anthologies.