Song of the Sea
▓ Feng Yitong
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Five
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Self-contained elements
——Dedicated to the second century of Chinese new poetry
- 16 Songs -
"Goodbye, The Element of Freedom"
- Pushkin, "To the Sea"
Rereading The Goddess
From a teenager with green sideburns to a full head of silver frost
From the mighty Kunlun to the mighty sea frontier
I read you read you, long time
I read you read you, winding landscapes and rivers long
As hot as fire, you are the coal in the furnace
Dreamy as beautiful, you are the golden phoenix
Soaring, out of the gorge of the river
The law of freedom, the soaring of life
It's you! Stand on the edge of the earth and put the trumpet
Ignite the Pacific Ocean of my adolescence...
Goddess Yo Goddess, "Eternal Woman" (1)
You alone travel through centuries
It also crossed me- the vicissitudes of a nail
Watch me burn like this for you
(2016.5.8.South China Sea)
(1) The first edition of Guo Moruo's new poetry collection "Goddess" in 1921 is the foundation work in the history of Chinese new poetry, and the poems "Phoenix Nirvana", "Coal in the Furnace", and "Standing on the Edge of the Earth" are magnificent and magnificent to open up a generation of poetry. "Eternal Woman", the embodiment of light, beauty and creation, is quoted from the inscription of the first "Goddess of the Goddess", "The Rebirth of the Goddess", and says the end of Goethe's Faust poem: "Eternal Woman, guide us to go" (Guo Moruo translation).
Walk across the Bridge of Cam
Wai Chi Mo
Figures, taking pictures on the bridge
Cruise the boat and shake the heart of the waves
The May Kang River flows with beautiful Chinese characters
His verses are the long pen of love
From the Old Garden, across the sky——
Even Shang Li also plays the parting sheng (1)
Gently, pick up the sunset
Quietly, hidden in the water weeds...
The new moon, on the other hand, became his bride
That wedding dress, still floating in front of your eyes——
But the clouds he didn't take away?
I really want to ask, tonight's Kangqiao
(2013.5.26.Kangqiao)
(1) Shang Lai, the Chinese translation of the Western sonnet, was borrowed by the May Fourth New Poets and had a great influence on the poetic construction of new Chinese poetry. "Parting Sheng Zhen" is quoted from "Farewell to Kang Bridge".
Photo for Ai Qing (1)
The author took a photo for Ai Qing
The bells of Beijing Station rang not far away
I took a picture of the seventy-five-year-old poet
He had just returned from grazing at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains
Madame took him and stood in the courtyard
I saw: the Dayan River is still flowing...
Broad forehead, high protruding eyebrow peaks
It is a statue in the wind and rain of the century ——
From Torch to Dawn's Notice
From The Trumpeter to The Hymn of Light
China can't do without Ai Qing's singing!
"Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land so much."
Listening to the bells also chanted his bronze verses
Along with the sunny golden autumn morning
Together they put in the shutter of my heart...
(1985.10.Beijing)
(1) In the autumn of 1985, I went to Beijing to visit Ai Qing (1910-1996) for the first anniversary of the founding of the Recitation Newspaper, and the poet's inscription "Sending Poems to the Masses Through Recitation" was presented to this literary tabloid sponsored by the Youth Literature Institute of the Nanjing Municipal Federation of Literature and Literature.
Feng Yitong visited Ai Qing
Reading "White Jade Bitter Melon" (1)
Huai Taiwanese poet Yu Guangzhong
Late at night, red candles shine through
The mutilated palm touched it
I think about you
Bells the whole continent of love in a bitter melon
If it is conceived
Not the Kunlun Yushu Qianqiu Qingshi
In the strange light across the sea
How can it reflect a condensed public opinion map?
Long gone, the immortal fruit of this divine state
Looking for it in the waves of the Yangtze River
Look back on the Great Wall Ridge
It is like a moon flowing in the sky
It is partial to the world and the circle of time
What is the proof of sadness
Or sweet prayer —
Only partridge sounds could be heard
There is a jade-like poetic heart
The mountains and rivers in his dreams
(1987.5.Nanjing)
(1) The first edition of "White Jade Bitter Melon" was published in June 1974, including the most important works of the poet's transition period (from modern style to neoclassicism), such as "Folk Song", "Nostalgia Four Rhymes", "Nostalgia", "White Jade Bitter Melon", etc., which have strong repercussions on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and the Chinese-language world, and "Nostalgia" and "Four Rhymes of Nostalgia" have been widely circulated after being composed by musicians such as Luo Dayou.
If Ogawa is still alive... ①
Guo Xiaochuan's wife Du Hui attended the 7th International Chinese Poets PEN Conference and accepted the "Chinese Poetry Soul Award" on behalf of the late poet.
The maple leaves that do not wither, remember the autumn of Tuanbowa,
A "Toast Song" blooms early to welcome the buds of spring;
Do we meet in a sugar cane forest, or a green yarn tent?
Oh, look at the stars! Who doesn't miss that face with its head held high...
"If Ogawa were alive..."; Ogawa is still alive!
The rivers are talking, the sea is talking, the waves are talking...
The Psalms are the Echo Wall. All the days are listening—
When you stand up with a smile and groan, walk through the hall full of applause...
(2002.1.Nanjing)
(1) Guo Xiaochuan (1919-1976), "Toast Song", "Sugarcane Forest - Green Yarn Tent", "Autumn of Tuanbowa", "Looking at the Starry Sky" are all his famous works, and his poems are full of passion and strength, and the form has been explored and innovated from stairs, new endowments to national styles. Written in the autumn of 1959, Looking at the Starry Sky was falsely criticized for its "Left" line. He died in a fire in October 1976.
Gifts to the Gentlemen of Genesis (4 songs)
The Metamorphosis of poetry (1)
Borrowing the title of the book "Selected Commentaries on Love's Poems" edited by Xiao Xiao, he gave back to the poet and remembered his first trip to Jinling in the autumn of the previous year.
"Chopping Fingers" once made my heart palpitate
Looking back in "BorderLands"
Look at a mountain that flies away
How to bump you into a "serious internal injury"
Half a century of sadness sat on Lok Ma Chau
No wonder the cave court under Yueyang
It will also grow into a piece
The Stone of Brewing
And buy drunk Qin Huai
Borrow the lamp of the night berth to illuminate your one
Wounds used to "sing"
(Chanting "Hunan Snow"
And chanted the white causeway full of birds—)
Only to see the enchanted poetic heart
Run naked, in the stone city
Open into a scorching noon lotus
(1) Most of the quotations in the poem are Love verses or titles, and the word "singing" comes out of the afterglow, and "Dongting" refers to Hunan.
Zhang Mo who went home
Brother Zhang Mo is the first of the genesis colleagues to cross the sea to return to their hometown to visit their relatives, and his poetry collection "Love Poems" volume contains a group photo of mother and son who have been separated for 40 years and many poems about the mother and mother, which are deeply moving.
Home is in Yangtze River
Legend has it that it is a gossip chart lost by the immortals
Maybe it's exactly what it is
Destined for a young sailor
Drifting in this life
Only the streamer behind the rimless cap
Still worried about the mother's hand line
Wait until it is turned into the beginning of the "Love Poem"
That frame of white hair snuggling together
I read it in crystal tears
Your Forty Cold Summers of "The Song of Atonation"
They are all scattered rhymes
From the ends of the world
Together they spread out on the Bagua Continent
The one that leads to your homeland
Covered with bud leaves and affectionate overlook
Field Path(1)
(1) The poet's hometown is Nanjing Baguazhou, where there are many kinds of corn, so there is "Eyes in the Bud Valley". The author has been "decentralized" in this continent for ten years.
Pipe business card
The poet's business card is very personal in color and shape, and the name is printed with words around it: the big housekeeper of the Yellow Dog Writing Workshop, the owner of the Tengu Studio, and the owner of the sloppy magazine Yunyun.
Big red tube tube
Square tubes
It's bright red like the rising sun
Both horizontal and vertical are the same
A joke-loving Shandong man
Just shot
Just like I remember
The Face of Desolation (1)
Touched a straight face
(1) The title of the collection of poems.
Zhou Ding wearing a long shirt
He remembered the poet's trip to the West Lake last year, and congratulated his poetry collection "An Empty White" to be listed in the "Qualitative Ranking" of the New Book Selection of Lianhe Bao.
A quaint satin kaftan
(The pattern of the purple is large with copper coins)
The prodigal son Zhou Ding wore it
Zhou Ding, who wrote modern poetry, wore it
He is no longer "an empty white body."
The poet stands on the broken bridge of time
Man Xihu's eyes smiled at him
Like a tourist in the nineties
Watching an old film from the forties
(Zhou Ding said this.)
I couldn't help but laugh myself)
I laughed
Read the bitterness of a drop of seawater
How, these copper coins in front of you are big
A circle of purple pattern
All became Tainan side
Grinded out when opening the submarine tunnel
Full of blood bubbles and hard cocoons (1)...
(1) Zhou Ding once dug a tunnel for the NorthBound Railway on the coast of Yilan and Hualien.
(May 1992)
Tonight, the starry sky in Taipei is very lilly
Celebrated the fortieth anniversary of Genesis for Love's "Friday of Poetry."
Tonight, the starry sky in Taipei is very lilly
The cricket in the Book of Verses is called "July"
It's also quite cheerful under the neon lights
It's also quite handsome in the microphone
Chase the folk sounds of Love and the scab strings
Flapping wings on the frames of Ming's glasses in the afterglow
How many poems the bushes are ringing
How many poems of grass blades roll night dew
The firefly was in the hands of Zhang Mo and Yang Ping
Press the shutter, flash after flash...
I listened under a light window across the sea
The rising tide was also surging between my chests
The sails that have traveled through forty years are mooring at my desk
The desk next to the battlements of the Great Wall
Five thousand years of robbery ashes sprouted a new green desk
(Mortals hold ji and sing "Ballad of the Great Wall" at the mouth of the battlements.
It brought tears to my eyes) I really wanted to face it
The twinkling starlight in the waves said: "Paddle yo."
Swipe hard! My good brothers
A yellow-skinned, dark-eyed man sings of the new century
Just in front of that morning light...
Tonight, the starry sky in Taipei is very lilly
P.S. In order to promote modern poetry to the public, poet Love launched the "Friday of Poetry" campaign in Taipei, that is, the last Friday of each month is held at the Eslite Bookstore in downtown Taipei. This move was rated as the first of the "Top Ten Poetry Events in Taiwan in the Early 1990s" by Taiwan's Wenxun. Founded in October 1954 by Love, Zhang Mo, and Yan Xian, the book celebrates its fortieth birthday in 1994. "Mortal" is the son of Love, the lead singer of the "Mortal Singing Group", who has come to the mainland to perform, and I have watched it on TV shows and was deeply moved. The image of the Great Wall in the poem comes from this, which contrasts with the background of the "sail" of baodao's marine culture. (After the poem was completed in September 1994, it is also remembered)
Small fungus
Xiao Mu'er, the only son of poets Gu Cheng and Xie Ye left in New Zealand.
In a book that was shredded as soon as it was opened
I know you
Small fungus with round eyes
White chubby little fungus
Your mommy and Abba are gone
On the whitewater island in the South Pacific
The world, not the Garden of Eden
Life, too, is not a fairy tale
You, on the other hand, are them
The only one left
Obscure poems destined to grow up
Toddler's little fungus
Small fungus of teeth and teeth
Do you speak strange and difficult Chinese?
Oh, when the distant water is in the sky
There was the cry of a Chinese child
In the stone town where I live
There are many tall cedars and Metasequoias
They were born, they were born
- Concerned ears!
（1993．12）
Bye bye
Remembering an elder of the poetry country
Mr. Zhao Ruihong, a famous scholar, poet and translator, passed away on the eve of the Spring Festival in 1999. On March 15th, the Department of Chinese of NTU held a memorial service, and many people from literary and art circles and overseas students gathered together to recite Mr. Wang's poems and remember the poet's style. The poem was written immediately before the meeting, read aloud at the meeting, and later included in "Colorful Journey - A Collection of Remembrances of Mr. Zhao Ruihong".
Not yet out of the first month
I really want to give you a New Year's greeting
But you've gone a long way
In front of the door is the pomegranate tree
Under the window was the brass lamp
Your smile
but has moved
The walls are framed in black veils
That smirk
Still haunting my heart...
Walk past the green of the plum rain pool
Climb the mountains of the Great Southwest
Sings about the spring in Leipzig
A lifetime of hatred and whiplash darkness
But with colorful rhythms imprinted on the colorful journey...
A sixteen-year-old
A seeker of light on earth
An eighty-three-year-old
Innocent and rotten poetry of the beautiful teenager!
You didn't go far —
How can you go far?
You have transformed into "Jiang Shanqing, Qin Huaibi"
You have become the bells of the drum tower, the flowers and trees of the South Garden
You're still in Caprice of Poetry
You are still in "The Song of The Chaos Of Strings"
All sincere and good wishes
There are all the fluttering and longing eyes of your silver hair
The tip of your plow paper and the back of your forward
Forever will guide future generations...
You walk in the big Chinese New Year's Eve
Walk in the footsteps of spring
Every new month in the future is positive
I'll give it to you
- New Year's Eve!
Beautiful bug
In the spring of 2011, at the Qinhu International Poets Pen Conference, the famous poet Zheng Shuoyu from Baodao had just written his new work "Bridge", which he had just written, "disappeared" in a hurry, and the old poet who was nearly eighty years old was anxious to take the stage to recite...
Feng Yitong took a group photo with the famous poet Zheng Shuoyu from Baodao.
Not in Gangnam, but better than Gangnam
The white-haired singer who dreamed of returning to Jiangnan countless times
He actually lost his chant in Qintong Ancient Town...
Is it the bluestone street that treasures his sound across the sea?
Still the thought of being kissed and entangled by willow
Lost in the intoxicating east wind?
I asked about the gongs and drums of the boat and the terrace for the view
It is said: a bird that perches in the reeds
It has also been said that "I hit Jiangnan and walked through."
The face that awaits in the season is like the opening and falling of a lotus flower" (1)
In April, Qinhu Lake shakes with waves
Behind each window there is the flickering of spring laughter
When "Dada's horseshoe" turned into the sound of ten paddles
Lang Hua also knows: you are not a passer-by, you are a returner
There was still a gentle bloom under the frosted sideburns
You have to tell this piece of water and sky about the love in your heart
Tie the "Chinese knot" to every ferry port today and in the future
What a "beautiful mistake"
It was Qinhu Lake in the night rain that quietly accepted your poem
See! A rainbow bridge is rising in the heart of the wave...
(1) For the quotation, see Zheng Shuoyu's famous work "Error", which was written in 1954 when the poet was 22 years old.
Cherry blossoms yo cherry blossoms
The Poet Chen Mengjia of the Huai Crescent School
Chen Mengjia, poet and scholar, born in Nanjing in 1911, graduated from Central University in 1931, studied under Xu Zhimo and Wen Yiduo, and was a representative of the Later Crescent Moon Sect, and edited the influential "Selected Poems of the New Moon". He hanged himself in Beijing during the Cultural Revolution in 1966 at the age of fifty-five. In 1932, Chen Mengjia composed "The Wild Road of Jiming Temple" in Nanjing; Nowadays, the "Cherry Blossom Road" in front of Jiming Temple is once a year "full of tourists" and becomes a spring scene in the ancient capital.
Jiming temple road in March
I'm going to sing a song for you —
When the spring breeze blows away your tree-filled cherry blossoms
Like snow, like clouds, like fog, like rain...
I think of a poet's chant:
"This is the way to heaven
Sandwiched between two rows of ancient trees that hold up the sky
Smoke-like crows flying high in the sky
The bells quietly chased toward the north wind
I'm going, into the white clouds
There's the sky, it's not flat" (1)
At that time, the new moon had just risen
There is a small road winding in the foothills of The Chicken Coop Mountain
He sang with him only lonely wildflowers:
"A wildflower has bloomed and fallen in the wilderness
He saw the blue sky, not his own smallness
Listen to the gentleness of the habitual wind, listen to the wrath of the habitual wind
Even his own dreams are easy to forget" (2)
The path of that year has long become a thoroughfare
Do you remember the young verse when the temple bells ring?
Oh, the cherry blossom rain in the sky, falling one after another——
Poetry, dreams, paintings, songs...
(March 31, 2013)
(1) Quoted from Chen Mengjia's poem "The Wild Road of Jiming Temple"
(2) Quoted from Chen Mengjia's poem "A Wild Flower".
The Song of Ding Mang
The tail of the river, the head of the sea, the spring and autumn nine ranks rushing current
Plough on the ridge, arrow on the string, grind in the cold and summer ninety
The song is in the word, the painting is in the book, and the journey through the century is the journey
Tuk Tin Mang! Running, researching, singing
For a hundred years of new poetry, sing a song of early spring Yangtze tide
For Yang Yang Huaxia, compose an eternal free song
Ding Mang, a contemporary poet and poet theorist, was born in 1925 in Nantong, Jiangsu Province, and began publishing new poems in 1942. New poetry, old style poetry, prose, and literary and artistic theory have all made high achievements. In particular, he made an in-depth study of the aesthetic tradition, current situation and development trend of Chinese poetry, and in the 1980s he put forward the idea of integrating the old and new poetic styles and creating a new mainstream poetic style, which had a great influence on the new style of "free song" of his colleagues and disciples. This article is written for the ninetieth birthday of the poet.
Play to Yuda
Sun Youtian (1936-), contemporary poet. He is the author of "Charcoal Song", "Selected Lyric Poems of Sun Youtian Coal Mine" and many other works, and his representative work "Laughter on the Mountain" in "I am coal, I want to burn" is known as "contemporary miners' declaration".
There is your shadow in the mountains
There's your laughter in the waves
Burn yourself and dedicate eighty autumns
All over the world coalfields remember your name
My wife and I were at the Cape of Good Hope
Bend down for you to pick up a grain of vicissitudes
I salute Qianqian under the Southern Cross
Tell the interesting story of Grandpa Sun——
2016, from a rain flower stone
The golden monkey that jumped out bids farewell to the old grandson (1)
The poet who loved it looked and looked:
Rabbit cub, when the tight hoop on the head is gone
Changed the sun-like miner's lamp!
（2016. 5 in Auckland)
(1) 2016 is the Year of the Chinese Monkey. Tomoda surnamed Sun, likes to collect rain and flower stones, is witty, and has the reputation of "poetry laughing star". Take this opportunity to celebrate the New Year's Festival, and use the poem "Oil" to enjoy it.
The author took a group photo with Sun Youtian Haixiao and other poets
The golden pen of spring
Tribute to the contemporary new poetic lawyer and poet Professor Zhou Zhongqi
Fifty-five years ago, that campus spring
You hand me a beautiful bookmark
It was the first New Poetry Prize I won in my life.
The poem is called "The Eyes of Cuba"
Fifty-five years later, the spring of this network
I send a "golden pen" to the cloud where you live (1)
Because read the poems you left behind in the memorial column
The poem is called "Study Monologue"
Oh sir, fifty-five years, with a flick of a finger
From the campus to the cemetery, from the podium to the clouds
Sitting in the study, you are not alone
You who are concerned about new poetry, peach and plum full of garden
Please accept this gold pen that I sent you —
Your blood and sweat flow from the tip of the pen!
(1) This "golden pen" is an ideographic tool on the blog.
(June 2016 in Nanjing)
(with a poem)
Study Monologue/Zhou Zhongqi
I am poor, I am almost a breeze with two sleeves:
Give the master a desk, a wicker chair,
How ugly should it be to have high and low bookshelves;
And the dashing Pushkin on the wall,
He was smiling and laughing at how humble I was.
I am rich, I am almost a consortium giant:
Give the master a thousand kinds of books, a thousand kinds of feelings,
Neatly and neatly, open the window of the world;
There is the deep contemplation of the gentleman,
It is clear that the music created is being played...
Dragon Boat Festival
My best friend and mining poet Wang Anxiongxian died in the late autumn of 2015, and I didn't know about it until half a year later.
Step across the green mountains and decipher the code of the starry sky
Pull the fiber for the dawn and walk before the future
You belong to the far side, the geological hammer in your hand
Knock on the poetry windows of the earth one after another
From the top of the Huangshan Mountains, greet the sunrise
To the East China Sea oil platform, the crescent moon shoulders
We had made an appointment to meet downstairs
Today's new poems are alone without you
The son of Qin Huai, who grew up in the wilderness of Jiangnan
In 1959, he was awarded the liberal arts title of Jiangning College Entrance Examination
Honest and good friends
A loyal geological pioneer on the altar of Jinling poetry
I believe you must have gone to meet Dr. Qu——
The Dragon Boat Poetry Festival in heaven has one more Nanjing person
(June 2016)
A poem is attached
Towards Tomorrow / Wang Anxiong
Chunsun insisted on taking her own path of climbing high, through the deep dreams trapped yesterday, over the soft grass of today's leisurely life that was as tall as her, indulging in the leisurely life of dancing with the wind - in order to move towards the clouds of tomorrow.
The creek insisted on her own long journey, saying goodbye to the cracks left by yesterday's boulders, and to the winding canyons left to her by the peaks today—to meet the vastness of tomorrow.
Shanhua insisted on taking the road of opening up to the outside world, getting rid of the closed pattern of yesterday's buds, and not satisfied with today's first bloom in full swing - in order to create tomorrow's splendor.
Spring shoots understand, xiaoxi understands, mountain flowers understand, insisting on yesterday is called foothold, insisting on today is called enterprising, insisting tomorrow is called success!
Walk with love
Brother He De'an's collection of poems "Blue Flowers and Rain Flowers" came out
He is also married to Ms. Huizhi Jin Zhixi
Pure as the moon, brilliant as clouds
Qinghua and Yuhua were related in the Qinhuai family
Half a century of wind and rain, the legend of writing poetry
Five thousand years of vicissitudes, telling the love story of beauty
If there is no reason to make up for the heavens, it is also necessary to dedicate Dan Chen
Crush your bones, and leave your heart behind
What is friendship? - Heat and cold do not change (1)
What is happiness? True love is priceless
Ordinary life, there is unremitting pursuit
The Ganges sand number bears witness to eternity and greatness
A pair of tilian, blooming in the Eastern Buddha capital
Remember: his name is Blue Flower, and she is Rain Flower
(Chinese New Year 2017)
(1) Wang De'an (1941-) contemporary poet, collector and researcher of ancient ceramics, quoted here is a famous sentence from his early poem "Friendship".
Zhu Ziqing song
Not far away, not forgotten
Every spring there is a trace of him
He named his century his love
A new Chinese poem that never grows old
- Author's inscription
Chapter 1: The Back
The bell told me that he was in the glorious "May Fourth."
Jiang He told me that he was in the roaring "Seven Seven"
Nine million and six hundred thousand square kilometers, measuring the vastness of his heart
Five thousand years of splendid history, the shining of the star of Tota
Who is he? March verse, ask every spring breeze------------------
Who is he? September greeting card, shake the shadow of a candle red--
Say: In the classroom, on the road, in the rush...
Say: In the mountains, in the flowing water, in the blue sky...
It is the face of Him who teaches us to know the truth from simplicity
It is he who depicts the love and the most beautiful in the ordinary world...
The flames flowed for eight thousand miles, and he went from the study to the people
The two fates are in a decisive battle, and the bottom of his pen is also rolled up...
In his mournful verses, he paid tribute to his comrades in a pool of blood
With his indomitable signature, he issued a warning to the whole nation...
Also a flame, he took over the torch of Smell one more
The same pillar, he stood up to the torrent of democracy...
Huabiao, a newborn in front of Tiananmen, remembered his back,
Every Chinese textbook has his voice left in it
"I'd rather starve to death than accept a charity that buys souls"
On the occasion of his death, he did not forget to make a final wish to his family...
It is like a clear spring, containing the vitality of the earth
Like a thunderbolt, it broke through the haze of Liuhe!
His innocent stomach sac adheres to the dignity of a nation
His immortal spirit is strong with the pulse of an era!
Chapter 2: Metamorphosis
Listen, the lotus pond in July, play the pathetic Brahma Ling
Listen, the geese in the long sky called, and skimmed over the red house on the beach...
The century wind is still singing the years of the "fire thief"
"New Youth" is not old, "New Wave" never stops...
"You want the light, you make it yourself!" Who is it -
With such a bold declaration, shouting out the awakening of youth? ①
Dongjiaomin Lane knows him! Iron Lion Alley knows him!
In the 50th, in 318, in 129...
He once longed for the "red cloud" and dreamed of "heaven"
Also "Destruction" in disappointment, rise up in the hesitation...
Sleepiness and bitter struggle intertwine his lone sails under the wind and rain
Friendship, affection, accompanying him on his journey in the chaotic world...
The Kunming Jackdaw, who had seen him wear the felt clothes of a horse catcher
Chengdu's ugly alley, surviving his life of poverty and illness...
"Poor and unyielding, mighty and unyielding..." from the pawnshop
To the clinic, bumping the famous professor's family of seven...
"Eat grass, squeeze out milk..." Climbing
Overloaded, heavy yoke, high the head of wisdom!
(The stacked manuscripts are like mountains, and the desks for reading papers are like stones,
The pipe that awaits the dawn is also telling bitterly... ）
The thick ink of the night, even if all the star lights are extinguished.--
With a weakness of 38 kilograms, he ignited the anointing oil of the successor... ②
The trickle of life is thus thrown into the sea of sunrise
In the dawn of the dawn, set up a model for future generations!
Katsurako of Sanqiu said that he had "the highest integrity"
Evergreen Pine Said He Had the "Most Perfect Personality"
It was only a magnificent voice that struck the chimes of history:
"We should write a number of odes to Wen And Write odes to Zhu Ziqing"... ③
Chapter Three: Vision
Oh, his name, also exudes the fragrance of grass leaves
Oh, his placket, also combined with the moonlight and the morning sun...
He is a morning song, but also a sunset song, love campus road;
He was a poet and a gardener, and peach and plum were all over the country...
-How can there be no him at a trans-century ceremony?
──How can we not live without him in front of the podium in the new semester?
Look, look! Mr. Long Goodbye, returned from afar!
"Pei Xian is anxious to be anxious" Oh, just like the year of anger... ④
In the frost sideburns, how many steps are recorded;
Behind the wise lenses, the gaze is still elegant and firm.
From the south of heaven to the north of the earth, even the rainbow feather flying flowers miss him!
From his life to his death, can he not have countless worries?
Fifty years old, just a station where you have walked through a short life;
A hundred years, it is difficult to predict the breadth of your mind...
On this day when the quiet desk was finally laid down—
In this hot land where the flower of freedom has finally opened—
Go forward and give him the deepest greeting from the bottom of your heart;
Go forward and say goodbye to the changes of the seventy years after that...
The North River Will invite him to the new campus of Peking University as a guest,
How many heartfelt songs are treasured in Tsinghua Garden to express to him;
Tell him about the return of the Xiangjiang River, the dream of Kyushu, and the new events of the Three Gorges,
He said to him that the Hope Project, the great cause of the four modernizations, the global cool and hot...
The gentleman took the red silk langlang that had danced that year and smiled,
He did not have time to finish the song of the great rice in northern Shaanxi;
He will also continue to talk about the intellectuals in the Industrial Hall:
From the worldview of that year to today's task... ⑤
Yes, he will definitely comfort Wu Han and remember Lao She...
Will definitely visit Yu Pingbo, Ye Shengtao, Qi Baishi... ⑥
Inside and outside the capital, how many old and new friends are waiting for him!
In Babaoshan, in Chang'an Avenue, in the ancient locust bookstore...
He will also go south with Takemit and return to his dear hometown
Then insert a bunch of white frangipani into Zhongqian's grave... ⑦
He also had to talk to Mai Xian about poetry, and he would talk to Jossen thesis...
He had a thousand words to say to his children—
(The old man of time will repay this most expensive father's love,
Don't forget: among the countless juniors, you and I are also included! ）
Yes, his lecture notes are still pondering heavily,
His cane would angrily slam against the dirty corner...
Will he test the reality in front of him with the blueprint in his mind?
Or to correct his distant vision yesterday with the new appearance of Shenzhou?
The new China he longed for was finally vivid in front of his eyes!
The struggle of a quarter of human beings is so arduous.--
"Born from industrialization", "Born from democratization",
"New life from the collective", "In the hearts of forty million people";
"To create happiness with machines, not by divine and unknowable power",
"Wise leaders stand among the people, face to face, arm in arm";
"Unity of will and concentrated strength, give you knowledge,
Give you stories, give you poems, teach you, comfort you..." (8)
Oh, he had woven it in the sound of the drums of the people's liberation
The dream of a Chinese child, the dream of an upright and kind person;
This is the "tomorrow" he has long been thinking about and calling,
His life is a song of longing and searching for her
A song that is still stirring up hundreds of millions of people in Kyushu!
A song that writes the journey of generations and the search up and down!
Chapter 4: Eternal Life
Thinking of him, I strode through the glory years
From Jiangnan to the north, from the plains to the plateau...
Admiring him, I sang loudly in the vast sea of people
From early spring to late autumn, from dusk to dawn...
He was sitting, and it was already the white jade statue of Mizuki Qinghua;
He lay down, and it was already a grave in the Wan'an Cemetery. ⑨
No, he is still the descendant who makes the ancient city of Luyang proud,
The bronze forehead is filled with the morning light of the TreeMan Hall;
No, he is still a student who makes Peking University happy,
The classics of the new culture are engraved with the merits of those who came before us...
Three million words, build an immortal monument! ⑩
More than eighteen thousand days "dripped in the flow of time":
The freshness of thoughts, the turquoise of the plum rain pool;
The colorful literary style, playing the arpeggio of White Horse Lake...
Trekking in the Kingdom of Poetry: From Antiquity to Modern Times,
From the East to the West, from the vernacular to the vernacular
Who has his generosity! Yang Yang Huaxia is the root of the heart,
He explores, searches, borrows, interprets and guides...
Who has his toil! Every minute and second plows on the page,
He sows, develops, introduces, cultivates and cares...
He did not give up day and night to gather the water system into an ocean;
He is constantly renewing, breaking through the shackles of the old me...
Cutting thorns and leading thousands of autumns to the hall of elegance;
Feihong came into the Chinese with eight winds from outside the territory...
Pure as water, the beautiful text, swaying the sound of paddle lights;
Heaven and earth compile a textbook of real life.------------------------
For example, Du Yu gave the petals of the crying blood to ChunShan;
Such as Qiming, the sleepless lantern is hidden into the morning light...
He has integrated into Dahua and dedicated himself to the newborn nursery;
He is omnipresent, thriving on the forest of the future
In the heartwarming rain and dew, on the golden rings...
In the crystal candlelight, in the majestic national anthem...
The splashing waterfall is him, the fluttering flag is him;
The erect derrick is him, the full grain is him;
"Tender, green" grass color has him;
He is in the wildflower "like an eye, like a star";
"Red like fire, pink like Kasumi, white like snow";
"Step by step on the green mud, make deep footprints"...
Wherever there is longing, there is trace of him;
Wherever there is life, there is his song...
His name is with spring, with the sun and the moon;
It is a lyric poem with "hope"
Together with the heartbeat of his loyal and persistent patriots,
Along with his erudite laughter with a Jianghuai accent;
Together with his warm eyes that caressed the young and the weak,
Along with his long back that challenges darkness and death...
Oh, forever and ever, illuminate the altar of apricots that never extinguish the fire.--
Forever and forever in the blood of the descendants of China.--------------------------------
Inspiring and inspiring the bright walk across the century!
Singing and surging with the red candle of triumph in the world!
(First draft of October 1997 /Revised on October 1998, revised in December 2016)
(1) For quotations, see Zhu Ziqing's early new poem "Guangming" (written in November 1919)
(2) Zhu Ziqing's 1922 long poem "Destruction" is recognized as a true record of his ideological metamorphosis and a milestone in the creation of new poems.
(3) For quotations, see Mao Zedong's 1949 "Farewell, Stuart Redden." The original text is: "We Chinese have a backbone." ...... Zhu Ziqing was seriously ill and would rather starve to death than receive relief grain from the United States. ...... We should write a number of odes to Wen And Write Zhu Ziqing's Ode. They show the heroism of our nation. ”
(4) Zhu Ziqing's original name was Zihua, and his name was Shiqiu. "Ziqing" was his own name when he was promoted to Peking University, and at the same time, because of his slow temperament, he took the "Ximen Leopard" in "Han Feizi", so Peiwei slowed himself down; Dong Anyu's nature is slow, so PeiXian changed his name to "PeiXin" with the allusion of "self-urgency", so colleagues and relatives often use this number.
(5) The "IZI Hall Speech" refers to Zhu Ziqing's speech at the forum "What Intellectuals Should Do Today" on July 23, 1948, in which he profoundly mentioned the two-way issue before the new type of intellectuals after May Fourth, clearly expressed his progressive stance, and also talked about the need to "take it slowly" in ideological reform, reflecting his consistent style of seeking truth from facts. This was his last public speech.
(6) Wu Han was Zhu Ziqing's colleague at Tsinghua, and the statement of refusing to receive US aid flour was drafted by Wu and sent to Zhu for signature; Lao She is Zhu Ziqing's favorite novelist. Both Wu and Lao died during the Cultural Revolution. Ye Shengtao and Yu Pingbo are Zhu Ziqing's lifelong close friends, and Mr. Baishi also has contacts with the old man of Baishi. The "Ancient Locust Book House" below is the former residence of Yu Pingbo.
(7) Chen Zhuyin, Lady Zhu Ziqing. Wu Zhongqian, Zhu Ziqing's ex-wife, died of illness in 1928 at the age of 31, and Mr. Wu Zhongqian's famous article "To the Dead Woman" described his affairs; He also visited Zhu Yin's grave when he went to Yangzhou after marrying her. Mai Xian, the eldest son of Zhu Ziqing, in the following; Qiao Sen, the third son of Zhu Ziqing, was the editor-in-chief of The Complete Works of Zhu Ziqing.
(8) The quotations in the above three subsections can be found in Zhu Ziqing's 1944 essay "New China in Hope". In this article, Zhu Ziqing is full of deep affection for the process of rebirth, prosperity, and modernization of the motherland, which is an important historical material for studying Mr. Li's patriotic thoughts and humanistic spirit.
(9) In the pond where the "Ziqing Pavilion" is located in Tsinghua Garden, there is a seated statue of Mr. Han White Jade in his youth. Wan'an Cemetery is the resting place of Mr. Man. In addition, Zhu Ziqing grew up in the ancient city of Yangzhou, and there is a bronze statue of Zhu Ziqing on the campus of his alma mater, Yangzhou Middle School. Shuren Hall is the main building of the school.
(10) The Complete Works of Zhu Ziqing consists of 12 volumes, including all the works of Mr. Zhu Ziqing, with about 3.75 million words. Jiangsu Education Publishing House took 10 years (1988 to 1998) to complete this publishing project. As a new poet of May Fourth, Zhu Ziqing has made important contributions to the creation of new poems, criticism, the study of ancient poems, the collation of songs and ballads, and the translation of foreign poems. In vernacular prose writing, language teaching, and the construction of university Chinese disciplines, he is also one of the most powerful promoters since May Fourth. The following quotations are respectively zhu Ziqing's essay "Spring" and the long poem "Destruction", with slight changes.
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The revelation of the rivers and lakes
Some Thoughts on "A Hundred Years of New Poetry and Jiangsu" (1)
The rivers, lakes, rivers and seas are the most beautiful scenery on the map of Jiangsu, and the lifeline of the yanhuang descendants who have worked and sung in this hot land of China for generations have lived and developed. For the "firstborn child" of modern Chinese literature and the new Chinese poetry that has gone through a century-long journey, "rivers, lakes, rivers and seas" is not only the "source of living water", but also its connotation and extension, soul and physique, free and unrestrained and gripping rhythm: an "aesthetic textbook" that releases dreams and passions, beliefs and strength in thousands of weather and endless changes - the "new knowledge" and "unknown" it contains are worth all poets to use their life's energy and talent to try and explore, discover and innovate.
Let's start with "Jiang". The "river" in Chinese characters is the ancestors of the characters built for the Yangtze River, from "River" to "Great River" to "Yangtze River", which has gone through a long time, and its understanding process is comparable to the indiscriminate pursuit of the national poetry tradition that we are proud of, and it is a long-standing and veritable mother river.
The title "Yangtze River" began in the Sui Dynasty, specifically referring to the wide and vast river below "Yangzijin" (Hanjiang Gudu, in Yangzhou), limited to a section of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, but in modern times it is said that because Western missionaries had difficulties pronouncing the word "Yangtze River", the transliteration of "Yangtze River" was used as a synonym and alias for the Yangtze River. Looking back at this historical evolution containing "dislocation" and "fallacy", at least two enlightenments are given to us: First, in the early twentieth century, the agitation of the world trend and the awakening of "Young China" gave birth to the surging "May Fourth New Poem" like the "Guangling Tide", whether it is the spirit of innovation that soars and leaps forward, or the complete liberation from content to form, the combination of nationality and epoch represented by "Goddess" and "Phoenix Nirvana", the "resurrection" of vitality and the outbreak of creativity, the "gorgeous" and "gorgeous" and "gorgeous" from the local and inner "gorgeous" and "" Fragrant", casting an eternal classic in the history of Chinese new poetry - this is the victory of the "Yangtze River" and the glory of the "Yangtze River". Second, the historical turning point of the "new poems of a hundred years", what is the current situation of development to today?
While summing up experiences and achievements, and judging gains and losses and lessons, can we still maintain an objective and sober understanding? Do we still have enough confidence and confidence? In the face of the bubble flooding and sediment in today's new poetry scene, the minority, the circle, the vulgarization, the end of the book, the rush for quick success, and the impoverished "from me to write, from today to write" (Mr. Gong Liu's sarcasm) and other strange phenomena, the public's criticism and questioning of the new poetry have been endless. I think this is also the motivation and starting point for many people of insight in the poetry industry in recent years to advocate the creation of a new poetic style with Chinese characteristics and to carry out theoretical research and creative experiments, and its positive significance of acupuncture and shortcomings and inheriting the past and the future should arouse the attention and vigilance of the majority of new poetry authors.
It is worth mentioning that from ancient times to the present, the footprints of poets and famous works on the land of Jiangsu are inseparable from this river character: from the famous sentence of Xie Shuo, who was admired by the poet Xian Li Bai, "Yu Xia scattered into Qi, Chengjiang is quiet as practice", to Zhang Ruoxuan's "Spring River Flower Moon Night" of "The LoneLy Piece Suppresses the Whole Tang"; From the first generation of "May Fourth" new poets in Jiangsu, Liu Bannong's dedication to modern Chinese and the creation of new poetry (only the "she" character of "Teach Me How not to Miss Her" is very good!). ), Zhu Ziqing's first long poem "Annihilation" composed of vernacular poetry, Zong Baihua's "Aesthetic Walk" and the editor of "Learning Lanterns" recommended Guo Moruo...
After the 50th generation of the last century, Sha Bai's "The Great River Goes East", Wen Jie's "Ten Thousand Miles of the Yangtze River", Yi Mingzhu's "Spring Breeze, Bring My Greetings", and Ding Mang's lyrical poem "Century Song of a Drop of Water" in his later years... All of them are soaked with the grace of the mother river, and the poems that remember glory and suffering are all the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yangtze Penitentiary in the river of Chinese poetry! If there are any historical proverbs in the past hundred years that we need to remember, the first thing I think of is the dialogue in the classic old movie: "Yellow River, Yellow River, I am the Yangtze River" - this "joke" can be used as a "joint code" between the contemporary Jiangsu new poets and the five thousand years of Chinese civilization, it is the cost of our life in the global village walking and multicultural collision, the birthmark and direction of the root, and the gene and hometown sound of the original heart.
Let's talk about "lakes" and "rivers". Jiangsu has many lakes and rivers, harbors and bays, dense water networks, and the warmth of the poets' group characteristics is as warm as jade, deep and eternal, or flying and vigorous, Wang Yang is wanton, I am afraid that they all benefit from "one side of the water and soil to nourish the other side", and at the same time "ten miles of different winds, a hundred miles of different customs". From the Taihu Lake Basin to the Yunlong Mountain, the division, elegance and extravagance of "Wu Yun" and "Han Feng" have laid the different tones of the literary and artistic trends in the north and south of the great river, while the cultures of the Central Jiangsu Plain and the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the Lixia River and the Qinhuai River seem to show more south and north, convergence and integration. Recently, taizhou municipal federation of literature and literature edited the "Lixiahe Literary Genre Writers Series and Poetry Volume", a full set of six volumes, including more than 100 thousand works of old, middle and young poets, with a strong local atmosphere and a prominent sense of genre, which is gratifying and congratulatory.
In recent years, in the poetry creation and organization activities in Nanjing, the "May Poetry Society" of the Southern Polytechnic University has set off a "youth tide" in the new century year after year; In the Qinhuai wilderness represented by the Jiangning Development Zone, the University Town, and the New Countryside, the poems and flowers bloomed and were colorful, breaking through the historical limitations of "Ten Miles of Qinhuai" and composing a brand-new movement of "Spring Breeze and south bank of the Green River". Co-organized by the Jiangsu Provincial Chinese Poetics Research Association and the Education Channel, the "Poems in the Heart of Children" Children's Poetry Competition is facing the whole country, cultivating new literary seedlings, and the future generations are fearsome and far-reaching. Mr. Lu Xun said in the article "Before There Is No Genius": "If you want to have trees and flowers, you must have good soil." Today, when calling for "peaks" and "masters", doing more "soil for cultivating geniuses", more sunny greenery, more nurseries to welcome spring, and more blossoming communities is still a "great" and "close" (Lu Xun) work. I sincerely hope that as the leader of the "Literary Soviet Army" and the leader of the Provincial Writers Association, I will have more deeds and responsibilities for the prosperity and development of Jiangsu poetry.
Jiangsu is bordered by the East China Sea and the Yellow Sea, and there will naturally be no shortage of poems about the "sea". Here are just two examples: one is Zhao Kai's long poem "Toward the Sea", and the other is Sun Youtian's early poetry collection "Short Songs of coal sea", and they are the evergreen trees of Jiangsu poetry. Zhao Kai's creation in the new period is like breaking the water of the Three Gorges of the "Gate of Dreams", which cannot be harvested at once, with the great image of casting the spirit of the times, and there are more "Fifty-Seven Dawns" and "I Love" that reveal the voice of mortals. "To the Sea" has a saying: "If you can't break through the Three Gorges, how to write a complete trilogy of life?" "If it can't flow into the sea, what is the point of the longest river?" The two police question marks are deafening from the inside out. Sun Youtian, who came out at the age of 22 with his first collection of poems "Short Songs of the Coal Sea", from a mine poet to a professional writer, the hard work of a nail has always maintained a fiery poetic heart, and has refined a pair of golden eyes to discover and mine "truth, goodness and beauty" in the living mine. He has a seven-line poem entitled "Bamboo": "Upright / Upright and Proud of the World // Although there is the earthy atmosphere given by the mountains / The aura given by the dew / The bone qi given by the sun / The poet of Qinggao / Only write one line of poetry in his life" - "Qinggao poet / Write only one line of poetry in his life" is worth listening to and pondering with each of our peers.
Speaking of the "sea" of Jiangsu, we must not forget the Jiangsu poets who live overseas and are famous in the Chinese-speaking world, they are Louis (Ji Xian), Yu Guangzhong, Rongzi, Zhang Mo, Fu Tianhong, Cai Kelin... In addition, there are poets and scholars born in Jiangsu, living in Jiangsu for a long time or have a relationship with Jiangsu, such as Chen Mengjia, Bian Zhilin, Han Beiping, Xin Di, Chang Renxia, Cheng Qianfan, Wu Benxing, Zhao Ruihong, Sun Wang, Yuan Shuipai, Yuan Ying, Tu An, Caucasus, Huatie, Zhou Zhongqi, etc. In their silent dedication in different periods of "Hundred Years of New Poetry", they always beat one after another deeply agitated, profound and magnanimous, flexible and persistent "Heart of Rivers and Lakes and Rivers and Seas", which also makes us admire, remember and reminisce.
Finally, I would like to quote the opening few sentences of a poem I wrote more than ten years ago when I participated in the "Poetry and Song To Sing Jiangsu" essay contest, "Sailing Away - Dedicated to the Sons and Daughters of Jiangsu in Progress", and encourage you to share with you:
There is no mountain steepness, but there is a bridge of Xuan Ang
Not the source of the river, but the home of the water
Jiangsu, Shenzhou has a good splendid embroidery on the territory
Rivers and lakes, reflecting the image of your sails!
I hope that we will all be loyal sailors on this ship of poetry called "Jiangsu" that is sailing away, with a long way to go, not to disappoint the mission, to bless and greet the next hundred years of Chinese new poetry.
(2016.12.8 - 2017.1.12 Finalized, revised on June 9, 2022)
(1) This article is the author's speech at the symposium "New Poetry and Jiangsu" held by the Jiangsu Writers Association and the Yangtze River Poetry Journal in December 2017, and was included in the author's poetry collection "Holding Hands Tree" (published by Jiangsu Literature and Art Publishing House in July 2017).
Feng Yitong close-up
Feng Yitong is a contemporary poet, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, and a first-class literary creation. He is the author of the poetry collections "Acacia Pods", "Boy Island", "Purple Golden Flower", "Holding Hands Tree", poetry criticism collection "Red Leaf Poetry", prose poetry drama "The Song of Zhu Ziqing", poet biography "Guo Moruo", "Xu Zhimo", etc., and has won awards such as the Purple Mountain Literature Award, the Nanjing Literature and Art Award, and the Jiangsu Province "Five Ones" Project Award. He is currently an advisor to the Nanjing Writers Association, a consultant to the Nanjing Poetry Society, and a consultant to the Jiangsu Chinese Poetics Research Association.
Selected from the third part of the 117 "YangFan" trilogy edited by Feng Yitong's new poems, originally published in the WeChat public account "The First Year of Heavenly Teaching". End of story.