Suddenly, I found that two things that could not be separated in the past two years were mobile phones and masks. Even, the latter is even worse than the former, forget to take the mobile phone out, at best inconvenient, you forget to wear a mask to try, not to mention the high-speed rail, the plane, the bus you can not take.
The poet's problem is that it is easy to make associations. For example, now, when writing this article, I suddenly found that the moon is also a mask, silvery white. Yesterday afternoon, walking on the streets of Beijing, Chaoyang Road dashed like a dash, walked up to the overpass, and found that the sunset was red, like a gilded mask. You see, at the moment of the epidemic, God pays more attention to his own health, two masks, one is a silver moon, one is a golden sun, one is made of silver; one is made of gold.
Walking in the woods, there will also be associations. For example, the nest, perched on a tree, is like a mask, and the bird flies around the nest as if it were sneezing. I am happy for my own analogy, if at night, especially on a moonlit night, walking in any wood, you have an impulse to be a tailor, the moonlight is like gauze, the so-called "insect sound green through the new window screen" is this feeling, the insect chirping, like polished little scissors, you can cut the moonlight into pieces, folded up, put two sponge-like night colors in the middle, and then fold the grass stems for the tie, isn't that a mask? A forest, is a mask production workshop, I walk around in the forest, like a mask worker, if there is dew dripping, it is diluted, to the mask a sticker, pop, the trademark has.
I would love to write a poem about a mask, and a poem about a mask must be written on a mask. Masks have become standard since the end of 2019, when the coronavirus raged, but I have hardly seen poets write poems about masks, let alone poets writing poems on masks. If I write, I must use the metaphor of genius, at least not below this level -
Sometimes the sea also plays a different way
It closed its eyes when the seagull opened its wings
More like a lively mask, seagulls land on the island
It was a mask that was put on the bridge of the nose
Spread out the mask, if you write poetry, write what? For example: facing the sea, the epidemic is walking away? Another example: wear your own mask and let the virus say go!
I can't imagine what would have happened if the following sentences were written on masks.
Wang Shi Bei Ding Zhongyuan Day, the family sacrifice does not forget to wear a mask.
Life since ancient times who did not die, leave some spare money to buy masks.
My generation is a basil person, grab a mask and go out.
Life must be full of joy, do not make the mask empty to the moon.
Singing in the daytime must be indulged in alcohol, and masks are used as companions to return home.
Proverb: The forest is big, and there are all kinds of masks...
SARTRE: Other people are masks.
Heraclitus: One cannot wear the same mask twice.
Aristotle: I love my teacher, but I love masks even more.
These, of course, are just kidding! At the moment of the epidemic, improve immunity. But it is possible for masks to enter our lives, even, to become a habit. I found that poets can think more in the era of the epidemic, and they used to call friends and introduce classes at every turn, and they would gather and drink heavily... Now he can hide in the small building and unify, and his heart beats! At home, reading, in a daze, and accompanying relatives is also a good choice.
At first, I was strongly opposed to masks, and I always felt that I was not free. The eyes have glasses, the ears have earplugs, there is a nose and mouth left, you can breathe well, breathe well, I didn't expect that the new crown virus made the two organs that remained in the five facial features, and there are new props - yes, the mask is a prop. Because of its dailyization, our faces are more and more difficult to see, the original Chinese people are not good at expressing feelings, so that under the cover of masks, how much affection we have in our hearts, and we can withdraw in a dignified manner, we can't see the expression, all the expressions are handed over to the eyes, and the eyes don't want to be a model worker, and they have to be right. Eyebrow flirtation, eyebrows go, these two idioms, when will be offered more opportunities.
If you put it another way, the mask is the secretary of the mouth, it is not impossible. Because you wear a mask, if you can't say anything, don't say it, this secretary will filter the outside air for you, the dust is also according to the level, your spit star is useless, likewise, others want to spray you must first take off the mask. The ancients clouded, the disease came in from the mouth, the disaster came out of the mouth, and the more they pondered, the more reasonable it was. Masks can be said to be your first refuge, whether it is a virus or talk, it can give you a safe domain value at the first pass.
I once saw a spoof in the circle of friends where the Mona Lisa was put on a mask – it was a genius idea, because a mask obscured half of the face, and the Mona Lisa's eternal smile was at least fifty-fold and looked weird. A mask changes a world-famous painting, which Da Vinci did not expect at first. It seems that the epidemic is so severe that the world's famous paintings have to wear masks, in fact, the people who should wear masks are also the earth. For so many years, the earth has been overexploited and used by us, and who would have thought that the earth would also catch a cold? It's like we only use roses vigorously, but we don't expect that love will also have a cold and a fever.
Viruses have always coexisted with humans, according to evolution, viruses are older than humans, they are more qualified than we are to say that they are the masters of the earth; human beings are late relative to viruses, and we can only live in harmony with nature if we are in awe of all things.
Masks plus vaccines, there is a high probability that it will become the norm in recent years, and even masks, like food, have become a necessity of life. For a long time, when we kiss our loved ones, we have to take off the mask first, and even in addition to the air kiss, more and more people will get used to the "cover" kiss.
Now everyone likes disposable masks, throw them away when they are finished, without it, convenient also. This is unfair to the mask, it is just familiar with our mouth shape, and even some masks have just become familiar with the upper lip, just about to know the lower lip, they are eliminated. The same factory, the same workshop, the same batch of masks, since entering the world, the fate is different, good luck, is to meet the cherry small bite of the jade child, lucky, is to meet me this kind of breathless and small old man, bad luck, of course, is to meet bad breath and do not love to brush teeth ...
By the time I write this, Beijing's city rail is still trotting on the rails, the air is dangling like ripples, and there is a clanging sound, which makes people feel that the shaking of grass and trees is professional and real, and the clouds are floating in the sky, as white as if they have just woken up. At this moment, you can probably chant, you can whistle, you can sing. That kind of beauty comes from the heart, this boundless serenity, like the masks of the whole world, came a collective layoff.
David, male. His real name is Wei Feng. Born in Suining, Jiangsu Province in 1968, he currently lives in Beijing. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. Assistant President and Deputy Secretary-General of the Chinese Poetry Society. He participated in the 14th Youth Poetry Club of the Poetry Journal (1997). His works have been translated into English, French, Japanese and other languages. He is the author of the essay collection "Second-Hand Cang", "Love Stock Market", "Don't Untie the Third Button", "Wei Jin Wind Flow", poetry collection "Ripples" and so on.
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