Bamboo basket for water
Sink the river
For many years, the sunset has been as beautiful as red dust
I fetched water with a small bamboo basket that Master cherished
Watered to the lonely little apple tree by the river
The tree was planted by the Master, and the bamboo basket was
Left by a female benefactor
For many years, the calm waters of the river
Look at my smooth chin covered with whiskers
Then there was a ripple, and there was an old countenance
I followed Master's instructions to draw water with a bamboo basket
Once a day, experience what emptiness is
The apple tree also grows from a single seed
It bloomed for the first time this spring, but Master
It has been like mud. His last admonition was
Fetch some water from a bamboo basket, and he will wash his body
The last time, I used a bamboo basket to fetch water
Looking at this shining bamboo, suddenly
Found it clean: every time the water was fetched
It just cleaned itself once
I carried an empty and clean bamboo basket
In front of the master who smiled and walked away
He bowed deeply
Sangu Shi After reading
Zeng Zhuo's "Cliff Tree" is a good poem that is larger than the times without knowing the background of the writing and who the author is, and its goodness is hidden in the depths of the years. The poem "Bamboo Basket Hitting Water" by Shen He is something that the author and readers will not write and deeply understand its deep meaning unless they have gone through the vicissitudes of time. So, this poem is another kind of poetry of the years.
Poetry has a choice for its readers, just as readers choose poetry, and I'm glad that this poem has reached me and given me the opportunity to gaze.
The occurrence of the behavior of "drawing water from a bamboo basket" has both a visible cloak of stupidity and an additional recklessness against the sky. In the face of it, it is not a light in front of the eyes, but a surprise in front of the eyes, or a perception that can only be achieved by a dark, or a stack of inner emotions. The poet implants "me" and frames the poetic situation of "For many years, when the sunset is as beautiful as red dust/I take the small bamboo basket cherished by the master to draw water", and gradually opens the floodgates of poetry.
The purpose of the fetch of water is to "water the lonely little apple tree by the river". At this point, it seems that in the distant mountains, the incident of "drawing water from a bamboo basket" day after day is repeated, which vaguely allows us to see the "world" in the mountains, and I even doubt that he will persevere, or there is a situation where he will not do anything.
"The tree was planted by the master, and the bamboo basket was left by a female benefactor." The appearance of this line is a clever design of the poet, and it is also the proper way of poetic structure. The master planted the tree with her heart, and the female benefactor made the bamboo basket with her heart, and she left the bamboo basket for me, so I put on her coat and fetched water one by one. And "For many years, the calm river / watched my smooth chin grow a beard / and then a ripple and an old face / I followed Master's teachings to fetch water with a bamboo basket", in this cookie-cutter story, there is Master's uphold, the blessing of the female benefactor, and my persistence. The years open at this moment, like a long film, living a movie.
"Once a day I experience what it is empty / The apple tree also grows from a seed / It bloomed for the first time this spring". This is the effect of "drawing water from a bamboo basket", and it is also a profound immersion of the words on the surface, sublimating the little flying flowers that the poet wants. "But Master/has been like mud", this expression dipped in grief is the invisible stone or fire behind growth, benevolence, and so-called success. "His last advice was/Fetch some water from a bamboo basket, and he should wash himself." Look, this light, read and read and read and it will be illuminated.
"The last time, I used a bamboo basket to fetch water
Looking at this shining bamboo, suddenly
Found it clean: every time the water was fetched
It just cleaned itself once
I carried an empty and clean bamboo basket
In front of the master who smiled and walked away
Bow deeply and deeply"
The end of this poem is just like the revelation and afterthought. The poet presents it, and I think it is the good and open part of the poem, the extension of the words that poetry should have, and the self-inward view of the poet's product.
Some people write a poem by accident, but Shen He wrote this poem, it should be inevitable, it is his cultivation, learning, and his life that he wrote this poem all the external and internal environment moistened, so that the poetry happens naturally.
It's been a long time since I read this poem, but it's still shocking. It seems to have arrived in my life, and in the sum total of all my lives, it touches the endless song of the years, and the constant chanting of twists.
About the author
Shen He, whose real name is He Xingsong. Born in December 1967 in Qianjiang, Hubei. He mainly writes poetry, prose, etc. He has published poetry collections "Jasper", "No Matter Collection", prose collections "In the Fine Grass" and "I Don't Know Collection", etc. He is the founder and head of the Changjiang Poetry Publishing Center. He has coordinated the publication of the "Centennial Dictionary of Chinese New Poetry", planned the publication of "Chinese 21st Century Poetry Series", and the quarterly anthology of Chinese new poetry "Poetry Harvest".
Read the poet
Sangu Shi, a lover of poetry, is her habit of reading poetry, has her paradoxes and subjectivity, and likes to read poetry from a folk perspective or from his perspective. If you see that it is just in time for the day when her speech is out of tune, please understand.