Yushu Fanghua has gone through vicissitudes
——Li Yufang's "Fangcao Wanna" reading review
Hu Jiaqing
Opening the poetry collection of female poet Li Yufang, "Fangcao Wanna", I was immediately moved by these poems with unique personality. Intuitively, I felt that Li Yufang's poetry rarely had the gentleness and hesitation that ordinary female poets usually have, but rather surged forward with her humane excavation and rigid torture of the object of her lyrical songs. Reading Li Yufang's poems, what is in front of you is not the lightly fluttering wind and moon under the moon before the flower, but the hot magma rushing in the chest; it is not a reunion-like faction and anger and wealth, but a sharp confrontation and collision of personality contradictions.
It can be seen that in her poetic art, Li Yufang has enlightened the pain and vicissitudes of life she has experienced into her aesthetic pursuits and human considerations. Therefore, his poetic personality of not bending down to fate and not bowing down should be one of the most important thematic orientations of Li Yufang's poetry.
A song "Bumpy Road" can explain my judgment: "It has always been bumpy / The path is indeed very rough / As if the rocks are everywhere, bleeding viciously / The bones are falling apart / Where there are mountains and flowers / / When I wake up, I suddenly think of the bumps / Almost, I have reached the limit of patience / But the time is still early / / Maybe, sweep away a lifetime / Just for an expedition that runs out of food ... The poetic imagery is so hard and rigid, the poetic expression is so sharp and bloody, the rhythm is frustrated, the mood is rambling, and its scenery is sad but not hurt, decadent but not damaged; the darkness and light are intertwined, and the victory and defeat are inseparable. This is the contradiction between the mental struggle on the road of life and the difficulties of reality, and the poet "only for an expedition that runs out of food". How generous and tragic such verses are! But "the time is still early", the poet still has faith in the forgery, there is still spirit support, there is still perseverance in the way. Such a stubborn and bumpy road, is the poet intended to break through the barriers of life? Is it to cross the critical barriers of life? Although "the bones are about to fall apart", although "the patience has reached the limit", we must also insist on finding her "mountain flowers". Here, we have seen the poet's weak but resolute back, moving step by step towards the long and dangerous pass. Although it was an "exhausted expedition", the poet still had to come back, to the hometown of her soul. Even if you regret it, you will still be defeated. The poetry was so intrusive that I read it with tremors.
Read her "Sunflowers" again: "The admiration of a sunflower / It was born when the deciduous teeth first appeared / Once the corner of the field, I envied / Your persistence in chasing the sun / / Now, it is because of you / I love to look up and silent posture / Laugh about the spring breeze, but also for autumn / - exclude false words." "Sunflower blossoms to the sun" should be the personified image that the poet has longed for and advocated since he was a child, and he was born with the poet all the way. This poem, I think, forms a sister piece with the previous one. "Where are the mountains full of flowers"? Could it be a smiling sunflower? Or perhaps from the poet's heart has been extended to the person she loved and admired in the "first days of her baby teeth". After all, the poet's compassionate feelings and sensitive heart are full of sunshine: "I love the posture of looking up and silent..." Although the road of life is so bumpy and difficult, the poet has also walked so worried and so free and down-to-earth along the way. This, Gein she "—excludes false words". What is a "false word"? Such a unique expression leaves the reader with much poetic space and imagination blank. This poem, written by the poet so sunny and spring- is in stark contrast to the previous one. It reflects the personality characteristics of the poet who are both simple and complex, warm and steep, both public and somber.
And the poet's poem "My Living Method" makes people shine: "Drink tea leaves / Taste no coffee / / Don't like to eat Western food / Just love porridge pickles boiled water / / Have been in the city for forty years / Still a peasant stomach / / Will not pretend to be a lady / Will not nod and be flattering / / Walk your own way / Don't live too tired." I love this colloquial poem very much, it's traditional, but it's modern; it's ridiculous, but it's frank. A seemingly hand-painted white depiction is dyed with a real and vivid stubborn and cute image. Poets follow the customs and do not conform to the customs, sticking to their own values and life choices. Its true temperament is refreshing and straight, which makes people smile when they read it, and they can't help but laugh.
As a result, the poet will bring the reader a hint of bright color from time to time in the more somber and depressed style of the entire poetry collection. This reflects the diversity of the poet's creative themes, and also reflects the richness of her observation of the social world.
For example, she wrote nostalgia's "Charm south gate": "The long street paved with bluestone is the south gate people / the most solid memory, in the blink of an eye / it is the endless poem written by the wanderer / / Pushui has gone away, I only have left in my heart / the shouting sound along the street, this rise and fall // The secondary forest on the north slope is dedicated to the times / Rhyme foot, the atmosphere and majesty // The town has passed through nursery rhymes and entered my lifeblood." In this poem, the poet wrote a topic that was originally a bit heavy and depressed, how fresh, lively, and elegant. What "enters my lifeblood" is actually the nostalgia that the poet will never let go, and the poet's homeland complex of "life and death depend on you and I am in love with you". The cut is always on, and the reason is still messy.
There is also this song "Carrot Kimchi", which is even more interesting to read: "Wear a festive dress / Show some, white raw little fresh meat / / The appearance of the water spirit / Typical public lover." "It's as simple as that, just an image, relying on sensitivity, relying on intuition, and when the discovery of the moment comes to the end, the poem becomes." Experience tells us that in many cases, it is impossible to write good poetry by hollowing out the mind, and it is impossible to write good poetry by thinking complicated. In a sense, where is the poem written? True good poetry is entirely aided by God!
Here, I might as well take a few verses from "Yerba Buena" to prove my speculations and conjectures.
"Nothing matters anymore / Turn around comfortably / Desire will be thin as poetry" ("Autumn Assertion"). "The diameter of the village and the city / The many winding paths that cover up / I reach out and grab it into a dream" ("Origins"). "The Second Bridge of the Yangtze River, such as the fictional flight/overlook, the sight and the distance... ("The Mid-Autumn Festival"). "Miserable night / Cool fan, audible / the groan of mosquitoes with toothache ..." (The Night My Aunt Died). Enough is enough, such good poems and good sentences, there are many more in Li Yufang's poetry collection. For example, she writes about the world, for example, she writes about family affection, etc., there are too many to mention.
It cannot be mentioned that Li Yufang also has a group of poems written in Venezuela in South America, which are worth reading. These thirty poems, like woodcuts, like frames of prints, are clearly black and white, sharpened with knives and axes, and divided into wood, depicting the exotic worldliness, customs, politics and humanities vividly, and it is interesting to read.
After reading Li Yufang's poetry collection "Yerba Buena", I did not expect her poetry to be written so well. What I didn't expect was that Li Yufang's life was once so difficult and tortuous. What is precious is that she did not stop in the face of these vicissitudes and hardships, not to be eroded by the years, not to be worn down by fate, and she regarded these as the precious wealth of her life, and then constantly abandoned her self-improvement. In this way, it is possible for us to read her poetry today, understand her life, and become her literary friends.
Therefore, here I use the title of "Yushu Fanghua All Vicissitudes" as my basic assessment of the poet Li Yufang and her "Yerba Buena". Because, in a poem "Test Flight to a High Place", she has already made this statement: "She instigated thin wings / Let dreams, creeping on the petals / At that moment, she was surprised to find that / she was also like a bee picking flowers and making honey ... "
(The author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)