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The same title wrote the poet to death, the essay wrote the poet badly, and this award and that prize kidnapped the poem

The same title wrote the poet to death, the essay wrote the poet badly, and this award and that prize kidnapped the poem
The same title wrote the poet to death, the essay wrote the poet badly, and this award and that prize kidnapped the poem

Culture, civilization, and writing, the purpose of which is to make people understand and understand, as for the esoteric obscurity, it is only a last resort when it is not possible to be concise or in-depth, and now some people are deliberately doing it in order to show that they are different and show how high their level is.

The same title wrote the poet to death, the essay wrote the poet badly, this award kidnapped the poem and wrote the poet as a drummer, how many heroes and heroes in this era have not learned to blush?

When you see a beautiful woman, you like it, this is called vulgarity. After liking, I feel a fever in my head but I don't have a fever, which is called Shen Yun. Shen Yun is for the sake of being vulgar, that is, elegant, and it is not necessarily impossible to be appreciated by both elegance and vulgarity. But it is of course ridiculous to say that he ate a baked cake shared by the elegant and vulgar, and of course he is very happy to say that the flower monk arched a bag of cabbage with a heavenly appearance. The best state is that after Bajie entered Gao Laozhuang, he still wanted to enter the palace twice and enter the palace three times countless times, which is called aftertaste. It's a pity that how many such flavors are left of contemporary Chinese poets? Speaking out is called a lot of mouths.

How can poetry die? It is only hibernating, and the time of hibernation is determined by the mutation of the poet's poetic genes and the revival of the ecological air of the entire poetry world.

For poetry, the academic school is the culprit, they take learning as poetry, they have long been lost and do not know how to return, they have occupied the poetry world for a long time, teaching this, teaching that, it is nothing more than taking the poison of learning as the honey of poetry. [sad]

Rapid development is not a good thing, and feeding poetry as a fodder chicken can only nourish the stomach, not the heart.

The rejection of lyricism because of sensationalism and promiscuity is the collective folly of today's poetry scene. Bringing the poetry of China, which has been dominated by love since ancient times, into the intellectual poetry of Western style and reasoning, is the collective sin of today's poetry celebrities.

The phenomenon of dog-eat-dog in Chinese poetry is super powerful. Anyway, first-class foreign poetry and first-class Chinese poetry can never flow into the fields of ordinary people like urine in the sun. These celebrities are covered in genetically modified weeds and relishing that they are famous alien plants [snickering]

The fragrance of the lily teacher wafted from afar from the osmanthus tree on August 15.

It is the progress of the times and the luck of poetry that dares to tear the emperor's new clothes.

In a few years' time, the scriptures will always tell us that we are just standing on the garbage heap of poetry and praising them.

There are too many bullshit theories in this era, and there are more brick families. They always eat salty rice and take it lightly. Just imagine, what can a person who is so idle that it hurts to give the people? Either do the wrong favor or send bitter gourd.

Who mentioned family planning, who shouted about the third child, and who cared about the people when it was time to care. In their eyes, childbirth is only a tool for economic development, not humanistic care, let alone seeking well-being for the vital interests of the people.

The situation in the poetry world is indeed not only caused by some upper classes, but also includes the infinite praise of many brainless fans, the blind faith of the ignorant, and more of the intentional or unintentional kneeling and licking of those who have interests.

If false idols are not smashed, true idols will never be reborn.

Che Yangao's poems are very good, like Xu Fan's poem, which is actually not bad, as for being scolded for being a sheep cake body, what he may hate is the idolatry of an old man.

Wonderful message

After reading it, I thought it was written by a cowboy spraying alcohol, but I didn't expect it to be written by a lady with an extra blood vessel in her artery, which couldn't help but make my myopic eyes feel bright and surprised.

The above theories are all classic nonsense, and they are all repeating other people's famous sayings in their own words. Almost 99% of poets have theories that go far beyond their own poetry. It's like the sage mentioned in Chinese Confucianism for thousands of years, but in fact, no one has reached it. The only Confucius who has attained it is inevitably panicked like a lost dog, and this sage is really a wretch. However, Du Fu, who washes his face with tears every day, extracted a few real gold and silver from his eye feces for eternal admiration. As for the contemporary braggarts, let the big ones hold the heavy awards and immortalize themselves in front of the grassroots who can't enter the temple.

In 2022, we left a message on the hot kiss of the warm sheep and sheep, and some people said in the artillery fire, no matter what kind of salt is insincerely salty. In 2023, may the world be tolerant, may the country and the people be safe, may my family be healthy, and may the pistachios I planted with tears be strung into a necklace by your smile.

The same title wrote the poet to death, the essay wrote the poet badly, and this award and that prize kidnapped the poem

Author: Liumu (Liumu Bodhi), the poet laureate of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, and Luo Liurong, a native of Yongzhou, Hunan, a primary school teacher who has been obsessed with poetry from beginning to end, a young citizen with a sense of social responsibility and justice, and an unknown grassroots who boils life experience into coffee and wine. His life was not turbulent, but his heart experienced darkness that no one had ever experienced. His emaciated body and mind experienced the most painful blows such as selfishness, loneliness, despair, and helplessness. His love was guided by natural goodness, and his singing was sharpened by the sword and axe of the soul. Therefore there is honey in his suffering, and there is a song in his pain. He is a lonely poet forgotten by the wind.