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Zhang Keming || Poetic face, painterly home - read Zhu Haiyan's poems "My Face" and "My Home"

Zhang Keming || Poetic face, painterly home - read Zhu Haiyan's poems "My Face" and "My Home"

Written by Zhang Keming

This is the face of the road builder, the devotee.

This is the home of the pioneers, the pioneers.

Surging with poetry and painting, it is a tribute to life rolling from the spiritual heights.

1. Poetic face

This face is a moving poem: "My face is the pasture of wind and rain / The other side of the sun". The first sentence conquers the reader. No other poet has depicted a portrait of a desert pioneer in such imaginative language. However, this is not the scenery of spring: "The years roam on my face / Eat my splendid youth, open up a series of deepening ravines / Miracles grow on the face / ...... My face, the adventurous mercy, the rhythm of rapid aging / Make me sit on the back of love again and again". The road builders used wisdom and sweat to water the miracle of modern civilization, but they paid their youth, dedicated their ego, and even sacrificed love. The vivid image of a group of slender men of the era jumped on the page. The poet's genius lies in the skillful grafting of the life trajectories of the slender men with the pace of development and progress of the nation-state: "My face is the timer of the nation's pace / Write down the speed of 40 kilometers per hour to 350 kilometers per hour / My face has become old and vicissitudes / Because of old age, I have printed a young cover for the nation." The ingenuity of the great talent gives the poem a depth, height, and otherworldly quality. The old theme of entrepreneurship writes a new realm worthy of the times. A pure poet can restore the purity of poetry to the bones, he can dig poems from his bones, and he can search for poems from blood, and the fun, vitality and skill in poems will bring the richness of poetic meaning, so that readers can retain the appropriate wealth of aesthetic taste when reading. Beauty can transcend time and space, and in a few years, this poetic face will still condense the eyes of pilgrims, like an ancient totem on the rock wall.

Zhang Keming || Poetic face, painterly home - read Zhu Haiyan's poems "My Face" and "My Home"

Second, the home of painting

The home of the road builder is an intoxicating picture: "My home is in the snow of the Tianshan Mountains, in the waves of the East China Sea / in the cry of cattle and sheep outside the Saiwai / in the apricot blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River". The poet transforms an old lyric into a timeless new one. It seems to be rolling out a magnificent picture of home.

Then, the poem directs the reader's gaze to depth: "My home, in the forgotten place of "Historical Records" and "Notes on the Water Classic" / In the higher and more difficult distance of Li Bai's "Shu Road Difficulty" / In the wasteland that I couldn't dream of in "Yangguan Three Stacks" / Even Xu Xiake's footsteps never knocked on that door." The phalanx of language, like waterfalls and rivers, makes the poor countryside and the end of the cape fascinating, and shocks the reader's imagination.

Then, the poet's treacherous brushstrokes introduce a set of dynamic images, allowing the reader's perspective to jump, focusing on this extraordinary home from a multi-dimensional perspective (I really can't avoid quoting a long paragraph, this is really beautiful): "My home, in the chest of Wuyi Mountain, is in the foot of Hengduan Mountain/In the white clouds of Kunlun Mountain/On the forehead of the Brahmaputra River/Spit out the Qin dialect, sing Tibetan songs, and speak Chinese and local dialects."

This talented text is full of rhythm and rhyme, personifying "home" and giving "home" a rich humanistic connotation, which can be called a wonderful pen. The aesthetic pleasure "lingers".

However, the poet is by no means pulling you on a tour of the mountains and rivers, the real mission of "home" is: "it is the god who precedes / leads fate to the opposite side of the challenge", "it is like a bird / through the prosperity / endless search for desolation", "based on poverty, fulfilling the desire of poverty". These popular poems show the feelings of the road builders' home and country to readers with vivid life images. And "My home, flying on a map like a rooster", is particularly eye-catching and clear, which can be called a classic sentence in the new poem. Poets, where the will is. The latter "zhi" is to emphasize the process and method of emotional speech, which is its secret. The poet's "my home, flying on a map like a rooster", causes us to be particularly immersed, stunned and surprised by language. When language suddenly rises to a high level in the field of poetry, which surprises the reader, the poem also appears. This home is a magnificent landscape on the earth, and it is also the spiritual home of entrepreneurs.

Zhang Keming || Poetic face, painterly home - read Zhu Haiyan's poems "My Face" and "My Home"

3. A few words of gossip

The quality of poetry lies in its majesty. Shelley said, "Poetry makes everything beautiful." "Haiyan is not an aesthetic school, nor does it play with the wind and snow. His heart is full of mountains and rivers, and his poems are worthy of great beauty. The beauty of the vastness, the beauty of the majestic, the beauty of subtlety, the beauty of the ethereal, all at the same time. I have read most of his poems, and from my point of view, it is clear that majesty is the background color of his poems. The ancients regarded majesty as the core element of the aesthetics of poetry. He wrote in "Twenty-four Poems": "Anti-void into chaos, accumulation of health for male, with all things, across space, desolate and flowing clouds, few long winds." The poet's newly published book of poems, "Heavenly Road to Lhasa," is about to be published, and another 600-page collection of poems is on the way. These poems, conceived on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, build a plateau of poetry. Almost every one of these tomes of poetry can be read eloquently. There is such a poem in "Kunlun Grass": "Its height, given to the gaze of the world's forests / With the trust of the white clouds, pierced into Kunlun's forehead". In his poem about Mu Shengzhong, he wrote: "He is not burly, only 1.8 meters taller than Kunlun." Even the two small poems "Face" and "Home" are also vigorous and heavy poetry in their vast and vast rhyme. He was born as a railway soldier, he was once the builder of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, and the heavenly road has been in love for 30 years, and the majestic poetic style is the darling of the feelings of Tu Na Qiankun and the life of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, which has achieved the magnificent and wonderful atmosphere of Haiyan's poems. He said that Sikong Tu was vigorous and vigorous, and quietly made it the norm of poetry, even a grass in Kunlun has a majestic shore.

Flowing clouds and water are the external form of poetry. "The article is closed, and the algae is open". Jin Ren Lu Ji talked about the structure of the article like this. Haiyan's poems are like flowing clouds and water, imaginative, open and close, even if there are only a few lines of text, you can build a deep and broad aesthetic space. Just as a calligrapher operates a plain paper, it is improvised and done in one go. The control of poetry is willful and willful, and he does what he wants, and poetry is his kingdom of freedom.

Rhetoric, the eternal subject of poetry. Poetry that does not speak of rhetoric cannot be called poetry. The texture of the new poems has changed, and nowadays, rhetoric has been neglected, and a bunch of long and short sentences can't even get a decent Chinese sentence. This is undoubtedly the sadness of poetry. Haiyan's poetry is very particular about rhetoric, and her linguistic talent should be among the best among today's poets. Even a small impromptu poem will make people unforgettable, as the famous poet Li Famo commented: "The more Haiyan's poems are written, the more flavorful they become." ”

Poetry, or romantic. Realism and romanticism should be the two wheels of literature. The lack of romance in Chinese literature is an indisputable fact, and it is rare to read a romantic poem at the moment. This is related to the negative impact of the boring life and the unsatisfactory social status quo on the poet's mentality of writing. The romantic gene, which lacks spiritual connotation, is a traditional factor, and poetry should not be discarded. Haiyan's poems are undoubtedly realistic. But he has a natural romantic feeling. Some of the more recent poems are very striking, and the romanticism is very bright. It is mainly manifested in the freedom and legend of artistic conception creation and language pursuit. For example: "There is a nest of poetry on the tree"; "Press the blueprint into the womb of the distance"; "The thin grass / gives the Kunlun pile of stones a soul." Wait a minute. "Face" and "home" are also very romantic and reasonable, and they fly out of poetry in real life. This is the transcendence of reality by poetry and spirit. You have made your iniquities, I have sung my songs, and I have enough passion to sing the praises of the laborers at the bottom.

His poems are moving towards a new milestone in realism and romanticism.

Take the path that the new poetry should take. Haiyan's poems do not belong to tradition, but they have traditional high-quality genes; It also does not belong to the self-proclaimed fashionable new wave poetry, and his poems have the context of the times. His poetic heart is deeply rooted in the fertile soil of life, and his poetry is broad and fresh. He also has a small number of poems, which are incomprehensible at a glance, but not obscure, and his strength supports his progress and exploration. His poems are on the path that new poetry should take, and they are lighting up the eyes of readers.

Zhang Keming || Poetic face, painterly home - read Zhu Haiyan's poems "My Face" and "My Home"

【Zhang Keming's Biography】

Zhang Keming, a native of Gu'an, Hebei Province, born in November 1949, enlisted in the army in January 1969, served as an officer in the Propaganda Department of the Railway Corps, liked to bite the text and chew the words, had to twist the beard amazingly, but failed to write something into a tool, 50 years of career as a textsmith, take the handwriting of the speech to write poems, no clumsy embroidery, knowing that it cannot be done. First, it is to accompany the popularity of the railway soldiers, poets, and friends, and secondly, to try to activate the brain cells of the declining mountains and prevent Alzheimer's disease.

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