New criticism
The invention of poetry to the locality, fundamentally, still depends on whether the principle of individuality is adhered to in the local poetry writing; It depends on the dialogue and understanding of the poet's individual subject to the depth, transcendence and individuality of the place, and ultimately on whether such a poetic practice has created a unique poetic subject and individual poetics.
Lu Ye "Snow Seals the Door"
Individual invention of place and nature
—— Lu Ye's poetry collection "The Snow Seals the Door" Reading
In the poetry collection "The Snow Seals the Door", the poet Lu Ye, who had "brought a wooden comb" and "insisted on the south in the young and crazy south wind" in his previous poems, finally returned to the north, returning to the "Nanshan" of Jinan, where he grew up and lived and lived in it. The yearning for love that she expressed in the poem "Wooden Comb", which can be called her masterpiece, "we live by the water" and "live a happy life called Qinyuan Spring or Ru Mengling", has also been replaced by a resolute and resolute world of a person, a life of a person. Therefore, "The Snow Seals the Door" undoubtedly embodies and represents the latest transformation of Lu Ye's poetry. Regarding this transformation, the poems "Transformation" and "Southern Mountains" in the poetry collection, as well as the self-prologue of the poetry collection, "Poetry and the Doorway", are very clearly written. For example, in "Transformation", she wrote that she was "the biggest change in life:/ More and more dislike people, but like stones"; And in "Southern Mountains", she also said of her "return" to the "Southern Mountains" - "Please let me leave the crowd, please leave me alone / with my childhood".
So, as the poet says in the "Self-Prologue", she "spent the whole autumn and half winter of 2020, and half spring and half summer of 2021", "walking aimlessly in the mountains" - "I seem to have fixed my eyes on my own doorstep for the first time". Moreover, "in the process of walking, the bitterness in the chest gradually dissipates." Therefore, the poems that constitute the related themes of the main content of "The Snow Closed Door" are both the road and the "rediscovery" of its "southern mountains", as well as the "rebirth" of the poet's individual self, and the mutual invention of the "southern mountains" and the poet's "individual".
Therefore, in Lu Ye's "The Great Snow Seals the Door", I learned for the first time about the "southern mountainous area" as the remnant of Mount Taishan and at the same time known as the "back garden" of Jinan, and through Lu Ye's poems, with the help of network maps, I further learned about the scenic spots such as "Ladder Mountain", "Qixingtai" and "Huangchao Reservoir"... Basically, the landscape and landforms, flowers and trees of the "Southern Mountains", especially its multi-spring characteristics, are fully and prominently written in Luye's poems.
We know that a very important feature of the historical transformation of Chinese poetry since the 21st century is local self-consciousness. Poets such as Yunnan in Lei Pingyang's poems, Xinjiang in Shen Wei's poems, Honghu in Sentinel's poems, Gannan in A Xin's poems, and Jiangnan poets in Jiangnan poetry groups often write about are all famous "places" in Chinese poetry over the years. Many different "places" are also written and expressed through the works of poets. In this sense, Jinan's "southern mountains" are highlighted by Lu Ye's poems, which not only makes it "visible" (Duan Yifu) in the sense of geography, but also makes it poetic, and gets a "invention" of poetry, which naturally becomes another "place" in Chinese poetry.
However, as I have always advocated on the question of locality in poetry, although the invention of poetry to the locality has its above-mentioned significance that cannot be ignored, it is fundamentally up to whether the principle of individuality is adhered to in the writing of local poetry; It depends on the dialogue and understanding of the poet's individual subject to the depth, transcendence and individuality of the place, and ultimately on whether such a poetic practice has created a unique poetic subject and individual poetics. It is in this sense that I think that Lu Ye's poems about the "southern mountains"—let's call it the "Nanshan Psalms"—not only highlight and give shape to a place, but also "invent" a very important and unique individual subject.
In Luye's "Nanshan Poems", whether it is writing about her walking and wandering in the mountains ("Summer", etc.), or writing about the people and things she sees in the mountains ("Hand-held Tractor", etc.) and local historical relics ("Yellow Clay Hut", etc.), or more about the nature of the mountains, in the highlight, it is a unique female subject. This subject, as written in several other poems in his poetry collection, is "the eternal recipe for those who have just fallen in love with each other for many years" ("The Book of The Stairs"), "Lost Love / Left Alone, More and More Lonely" ("Prairie"). As she entered middle age, she even enjoyed such "solitude", such "loneliness", and was fortunate that her "middle age is so vast, and there is no joy of not having to be social" ("Spring Pond"). Therefore, she repeatedly wrote in her poems that "in recent years, I have always traveled alone, preferring to be alone / A person is often like a troop" ("To the Ladder Mountain"), writing that she always "follows her own shadow / on the road" ("Duty"), "a person occupies a road / A person walks from early morning to evening", "A person walks one way after another without knowing where to go / A person walks this autumn with both feet" ("Walking on the Mountain Road") ...
The road also "Nanshan Psalms" has the most writings on nature, and the mountains, distant ravines, mountain passes, rock cliffs, mountain streams, mountain springs and rivers in the southern mountains, as well as those wildflowers and wild grasses, animals and insects are also invented by the road in the form of poetry, but also deeply integrated with the main body of the poem, further inventing and highlighting the main body. For example, in these poems, Lu often pays attention to and touches the "wild" things, "wild chrysanthemums", "wild flowers", "wild cotton" and "wild springs", which appear in her poetry collections from time to time. The hiding place of The Wild Spring in the ravines and hidden mountains is very similar to the poet's individual state of "preferring solitude", the "setting" of the "self-embankment" and the sober self-sustaining of the "core", as well as its interaction with the spirit of heaven and earth, just like the poet's spiritual insistence, so she sighed with surprise: "It is a miracle that I met wild spring by chance." ”
Therefore, in this sense, just as Mr. Duan Yifu said when talking about people's "love complex": "The love complex is not the strongest emotion of human beings. When this emotion becomes very strong, we can make it clear that the place and the environment have actually become the carriers of emotional events, the symbols." (Duan Yifu: "Love Land Complex", The Commercial Press, 2018 edition, page 136.) Sure enough, Lu Ye's "Great Snow Sealed Door" writing on the place and nature of the "Southern Mountains", whether it is the vast mountainous area in the "Nanshan Psalm" mentioned above, or the dwelling place in the wind and snow written by the long poem "The Great Snow Closed Door" in it, has become the symbol and carrier of the poet's spirit and emotion, very strongly inventing the subject, thus also making the latest transformation of Lu Ye's poetry noticeable because of the dual prominence of local nature and individual subjects, and has a very important poetic significance and value.
Lu also read "The Snow Seals the Door" selectively
encounter
In the middle of the mountain, I came across a wild spring
I am holding a fat silver wine cup
He caught a glass with the sky and made a covenant
Water writes water, like some kind of nostalgia
Wild Springs hide in a mountainous ravine
Summon me with a gurgling sound
The job here is to write poetry
A flowering viola is using the spring as a mirror
Izumi has a core and never digresses
Ascend, on your back, set yourself on your own embankment
Maybe it's a clay pot of earth
At the bottom there is an infinity or infinity
The water does not lose, it is all given to itself and the blue sky
Comment on yourself
Repetitive exercise never stops, and it is updated with repetition
It's also wandering, barefoot
It was a miracle that I came across Wild Spring
There must be a third party arranging this
Traveling alone, it is easy to meet space in time
Meet time in space
late autumn
This late autumn is desolate and indifferent
It's like the world is hot and cold
The stones at the bottom of the river reveal the truth
The mountains and forests are silent, and only the babbling of the stream and the fallen leaves remain
The flutter of a gray magpie startled me
Occasionally, I saw an old man with a hoe walking alone, and a puppy behind him
Eyes are lonely
All the hugs were loosened
The last words of the earth, hanging on the old persimmon tree
Ridge up a row of late-planted sorghum
In the cold wind, he gave up his intention to pump
The end of autumn, the end of glory
Looted backyard
How wide is the withering of the renunciation
The back is getting farther and farther away, and the drift has begun
The northwest wind has the will to win
Only a few poplars remain, offering pure gold
For the whole mountain wilderness, for a dynasty
This late autumn is like the world is hot and cold
Walk in the mountains, just don't stop, don't stop
Grief can't overwhelm me
hike
Along the winding mountain road, from the Huangchao Reservoir to Yuke Village
He continued to the Dragon King Cliff
Next to the waterfall, ate steamed buns and squeezed vegetables
Then run to the ClearWater Circle
The earth's blessing on the feet is to walk through this autumn
The angels sang together
Hide in the bright midday
The mountains and valleys enter middle age
Daisy emits a pulse signal that becomes faint
Weight is the admonition of the rock itself
The wind repeats in your ears what has been said
The sky sent a letter to the distance, and the courier was a cloud
The people of the mountains have the freedom to hold their heads high
As long as the earth will tolerate me
I will live with the strength to walk alone
summer
The sun is fully unveiled, and the sun is hanging high
Wielding the sword in his hand
The southerly cape is scattered
Whistles blow through the vaults and corridors of the fields
The leaves roll up, revealing a light-colored back
The shy fruit is peeped
On the side of the road or in the ditch, mugwort has passed the foot
Wild peas and mud mustards are blooming seriously
Oh, the soul of the grass and trees, turned upside down
A crossroads of time throughout the year
The windows of the universe are wide open, leaking the supreme information
The peaks and the earth are standing up
A curtain of green canvas
Under the sky, diagonally opposite that freedom
To escape the great mania in the heart
I ran halfway up the mountain alone
White Cloud Ballad
I collided with the wind, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the white clouds
I placed my wishes in the valley
But I don't know how to get out
Daydreaming as a blue sky
White clouds hung, snoozing
White clouds shrugged in the wind
A thick white cloud, with no internal organs
From the shape, how to distinguish the head and limbs
A thick white cloud, where is the wall, where is the door and window
The light of the house comes from sadness
Whether the white clouds covered it was a face or a spire
Drift in the middle of the journey from the mountains to the sea
The destination is paradise
The white clouds are above the white clouds, and the white clouds are under the white clouds
This is the white cloud of universality
Have the morality of white clouds
Love with white clouds
White clouds came to mind
White clouds are full of white clouds, and white clouds are full of cavities
Look up and follow the white clouds
From this flower to the other
White clouds cast comfort on my face
A dizzy conversation takes place
The wind is blowing and the clouds are moving
The white clouds looked close
There are transparent stairs in the air for climbing
I want to hang my backpack on the white clouds
I want to live in Baiyun's backyard
Archaeological site
Dig a little deeper and touch the Great Qin Empire
One centimeter equals two thousand years
Moiré tiles and echo bricks
In the warm darkness
Dreaming of probes, vernier calipers and drones
A mighty sunset
Open the history book from the middle
Wildflowers next to rammed earth
Open at dusk at the first emperor of Qin
A girl with glasses
I am leaning over to the mezzanine and back of the time
Sort out the fragments of those glorious foundations
The wind blows through the corridors of heaven and earth
The Water of the Western Han Dynasty was not far away, expressionless, and flowing slowly
Don't longnan
Farewell, friend, I'll be one step ahead
The car took to the highway
Outside the window, the mountain road is gone, like fate
I saw the stone path that Du Fu dragged his family through
He followed the apes in the valley where they competed for oak seeds
And those wild slopes, where he shoveled the sweet potatoes that came down from the snow
He desperately needed to have a full stomach, to survive and to have strength
Continue to love that disappointing country
In the winter of 759, a sad wind blew from the sky
It's been blown all the way to today
Confucius among the poets is like a dog that has lost his family
Life hangs in the balance, struggling in the wild mountains of the Great Southwest
Look up at time running through the sky
Have you foreseen the flame of poetry that illuminates the hereafter?
And today, I don't want to be longnan, turn to Chang'an, and fly to Penglai in Dengzhou
He also recites nine songs, chants of four sorrows, and chants of eighteen beats
By despair
Fly and take off
Friends, goodbye
There is a way out, and the way out is in a desperate situation
Whether tonggu was renamed Lixian Chengxian or all called Longnan
Only the green mountains and flowing water will never change
Who has not experienced the chaos of middle age
No one can receive the gifts of Heaven
There wasn't a single internal fire
How can the voice become somber and frustrated
Manuscript Editor: Fu Xiaoping ; New Media Editor: Zheng Zhouming
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