Welcome to China Songzhuang
One
For a person with empty pockets of spiritual surplus, every indulgence is not excessive.
The fence door of the filthy farm yard was quietly open, a collapsed wooden bed was groaning, a twisted faucet was sighing, and a few wild corn plants stood in the weeds like a flock.
I stood by a broken computer while gracefully driving away flies while pounding the keyboard when suddenly a phone call swirled around my ear like a storm:
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I wanted to sell poetry, but they were far less famous than Teacher Cang's cups, so many people knew their scale.
So I drank half a bottle of two pots and swallowed a packet of peanuts and four-legged forks lying on Songzhuang Square basking in the sun, like sunflowers.
Fantasizing about an angel in the clouds sprinkling gold coins like shards of glass shining next to him, help me, help me.
But the child's schoolbag wife's skirt father's pills suddenly gathered, and the fierce god of the sandstorm smashed at me as if to squeeze me into a mummy.
At this time, two people came out of the clouds and pulled me up, one of them dressed in white and one dressed in black.
"I, want to sell..." I snorted.
"With your little body, what do you sell?" The tall thin man smiled.
"Look at this situation, starving or not dying is luck." The stocky guy cried and said.
So I was trapped in a black van that looked like a kidnapper and rumbled to 798.
Songzhuang landmark
Two
The suffocating haze of Beijing's swollen chemical plants is suffocating, and the 798 is at best hysterical about the oppressive environment of its abandoned warehouses.
As soon as the car arrived, a man with a pigtail on the back of his head ran over: "Quick, just wait for you!" ”
So we panicked and squeezed in to watch an old poet foaming at the stage, and I couldn't hear what he was saying, but his every "ah" made me want to throw up.
I felt that I had come to a language execution ground to bear the punishment of audio-visual food, and after listening painfully and receiving a woman's tearful accusations, it was as if she had just experienced a loss of love and as if her husband had secretly been witnessed by her.
At this time, I suddenly became anxious and tried to squeeze out, but the water in the house was really unbearable.
So my bladder and the poetess's long poem were consumed, only to exhaust my prostate and sphincter.
Then came a returnee, although his name was very large, I had never heard of it in Songzhuang for ten years. Nowadays, everyone in the circle is very depressed, is it possible to take a salty bath and come back to become a famous scholar?
The scholar's extraordinary but lewd appearance was disgusting as soon as he spoke. I can't get used to his hypocrisy and blindness. "Good pocket with a pile of mud—something!"
At this time, an elegant young woman next to me pushed me: "But so! ”
So I took the lead in booing but said: I'm sorry I'm really anxious!
Boos were heard.
The universityman blushed, and the host said: Intermission.
I ran for my life to the toilet.
Three
After coming out of the tank-converted toilet, I stood in the back row this time for fear of trouble.
So the famous, avant-garde, influential big figures came on stage one by one, but I didn't recognize any of them, and I only cared about the tuition fees of my children, and of course, the broken faucets of the Songzhuang courtyard and the wooden bed that I crushed due to insomnia.
Finally it was my turn to play and my face was red with burnt or urine as if I had just been fished out of a brine pan. I was dizzy and said out loud that my usual clothes did not dare to say: "I-think-sell..."
The crowd was stunned and then thunderous applause, but no one would buy it.
Finally the man I had just booed off said, "Give you two thousand, but I don't want it." ”
"Why?"
"Because every poet lives in his own world and is keen to give poetry to others to appreciate but is not willing to read other people's poems, and vice versa."
"Then why do you still give?"
"I'm not pitying you, I'm poor muse." After laughing, he walked away.
The look of shame on my face grew and I hated not being able to find a seam to drill into.
Four
Stumbling out of the Time Music Bar, I caught a glimpse of a scantily clad young woman, her long hair fluttering and graceful posture and the monster sculpture at the door clinging to the statue of a street woman, staring at me with a smile.
"Well, with this qualification, why not engage in prostitution?" I was worried about her future.
"If prostitution could feed art, I'd rather sell it for the rest of my life." She sighed quietly.
I was speechless.
"Hey, little brother, my name is Ah Yu, can you help me take a group of nude photos in Tiananmen, I am engaged in performance art."
"Tiananmen? So the sacred place also allows you to blaspheme? Besides, I'm not a photographer either. "I was suddenly serious.
"Tiananmen is sacred, but I think my art is equally sacred—what's in your backpack behind you?"
I then remembered that the broken photographic bag she had picked up behind her back made her suspicious.
"Nothing, just a few books of poetry!"
"Let me see!"
She quickly turned behind me and pulled out a copy and flipped it over:
"The stars jumped into the Milky Way, a bunch of bathing little children." "Purple grapes, purple fantasies; golden moon, golden sorrow."
"Well, it's not bad, the last sentence let me, right to be a prostitute." Tonight is at your disposal. Her red lips were bleeding.
"I'm not interested in men and women, if you really want to help me, how about accompanying me tonight?"
She tilted her head and thought for a moment in agreement.
Five
We called a taxi a halt.
"My name is Ali, and I welcome to the land of poets. Where to go? ”
"I don't know, and neither does he." Ah Yu.
"Whoever said I didn't know, I wanted to go to a place to sell poetry. Do you know? ”
"Then go to the Emperor of Poetry, who specializes in the acquisition of poems by poets of all kinds."
"Are you a poet?" I stared at the pile of poems swinging in the front of the car and asked.
"A sneeze here could alarm a bunch of poets. Some people will describe it as a spring rain, some people will describe it as a thunder, someone will describe it as a moment of thought, someone will describe it as a frame of scenery. Poetry is the equivalent of money here, and if you can chant poetry home, you don't have to pay for it anywhere you go. ”
"Including you?"
"Of course, if you can match my opponent, you will be driven by the car tonight."
"What pair?"
"The morning fog obscures the red sun."
"Pieces of color shade the green mountains." Ah Yu.
"Smoke from the cooking is dotted with green trees." I.
"Well, the last sentence is better, better than a 'suffix' word. You don't have to pay tonight. "Ali.
Six
I never dreamed that the Emperor of Poetry lived in a dilapidated courtyard to be demolished, with flies buzzing and garbage everywhere. When we pushed the door in, he was still on the bed, his beard was pulled, and his face seemed to have not been washed for a long time.
"It's like a scrap acquisition point." I laughed.
"Hidden in the wild." Ah Yu.
"Don't laugh, genius has its own way of survival." Ali had a serious face.
After standing outside the door for a long time, we finally met the emperor.
The emperor dipped his saliva and pulled my pages of poetry through his dark fingers, frowning.
"It's not written too well to cater to contemporary tastes!" He sighed.
I have nothing to say.
"Why sell...?"
"The child goes to school, the father sees the doctor."
"I can't buy your poetry, but I can introduce you to growing up and trying your luck."
"Commissioner—who?"
"I know." Ali.
"It's good to know." The emperor said, and felt a pencil from under his ass, and on the back of a discarded cigarette box, the dragon flew and signed a few words. "Give, take."
I was about to reach for it, but suddenly he retracted.
"Hey, forgot to stamp it. Chapters? ”
He rummaged through boxes and cabinets at the head of his messy bed, throwing out things that almost buried him, and still couldn't find the seal.
I found out that he was a disabled person lying paralyzed in bed.
"That guy is now recognizing the chapter and not recognizing anyone." He said to himself.
So I found a large sprouted potato from the moldy kitchen, quickly carved a seal with a knife, and dipped it in mud. Then he said to me solemnly, "Okay, you can go!" ”
I wanted to laugh in my heart, but I still very seriously bent down to take the holy will, thanked him and bowed his head and left.
Seven
"Why do you honor such a scruffy man as emperor?" On the way to the director's house I asked Ali.
"For he is the yardstick for all our poets."
"Is it because he writes his poems well?"
"No."
"Is he richer than anyone else?"
"It's not."
"That's ——?"
"Because he bought every poet's poetry collection and sold it online."
"Then he must have a lot of money!"
"No, as you can see, his life is difficult."
"Because he used the money from the sale of books to support new people and alleviate poverty."
"Isn't he married?" So messy at home? ”
"My wife didn't want him three years ago because she had so much money from him."
"Well, he is indeed a man of great love, no wonder he is so highly regarded by you." I'm ashamed.
"What kind of person is the director's house we went to?"
"The emperor and the director of the department were previously officials in the same bureau, and were divided into chief and deputy section chiefs. The later emperor was tired of the officialdom, and the official robe mixed with the merchant sea to engage in cultural management; the former deputy section chief was now honored as the director of the department. ”
"Why did the two start similarly, but the difference was so great?"
"It's only because the two people have different ways of living; the emperor is a cultural idiot, and the director is eating culture." Ali hehehe.
"What is cultural infatuation, and what is eating culture?" I don't understand.
"The so-called cultural infatuation is to be enthusiastic about culture, to be immersed in a mind, to indulge in it, and to extricate oneself, such as those purely cultural people; the so-called eating culture is to rely on culture to travel the mountains and rivers, promote officials and get rich, such as the current boring journalists and cultural officials, who are not of high level themselves, but rely on singing praises and praising virtue and catering to the tastes of the masses."
It dawned on me.
Eight
The chief's villa was like a castle in the desert, and four beggars at the magnificent door surrounded us selling poetry.
One said: "After the peach blossoms bloom, the pear blossoms bloom." ”
One said: "The fruit falls to the ground and leaves full of leaves." ”
One said, "If you get the spring breeze swallow returns." ”
One said, "Life must be able to start again." ”
Ali sighed and praised, "It's really a good poem, we want it!" "Give them twenty dollars each."
"Buy wine and go!" Everyone scattered.
I didn't know how to go through several winding corridors, and finally found the director's room. I handed the "holy will" to the handsome girl in the rainbow dress at the door.
The voice of the handsome girl summoning me was gentle and dripping, and the white and fat commissioner saw us like flowing air.
I said, "I want to sell poetry." ”
The commissioner said, "I want to buy poetry." ”
I said, "Look at the clumsiness and make a price." ”
The commissioner said, "Present it." ”
The commissioner scrawled a few glances, then stared at me:
"Is it all yours?"
"Yes!"
"No plagiarism?"
"How much do you want?"
"100,000"
"Buy faucets, plank beds..."
"One fold."
"There is also the child's tuition fee wife's new clothes father's illness ..."
"Triple fold."
"No! Minimum 50% off. ”
"Okay, deal!"
Each poem is like the author's bloodied soul sighing, and I feel like a squeezed-dry wheat bran with money, dizzy and lonely. Ali and Ah Yu held me up like they were supporting a pregnant woman who had just undergone a laparotomy.
"Since you're here, why don't you go to the Poet's Corner?" The sound of the big pearls and small beads falling on the jade plate of the young girl.
"By the way, why not go to the Poet's Corner?" Aria Yu spoke in unison.
Nine
The Poet's Corner is in the back garden of the director's house, which is a place similar to Grandpa Lu's Hundred Grass Garden. Although there are no pavilions and pavilions, rockeries and ponds, there are stones and paths, and grass and trees are fertile. On weekends, poets from all walks of life gather here. Or walk alone, or in groups of three or five, or sit or lie down, or sing or sing or and.
"Over the years, several different areas have formed here. There are monks and monks, there is poisoning, there are proletarians and Christians, and there are same-sex couples who wander here. "Ali.
I listened very strangely, looking back at the drunken sunset that had fallen into the valley of the building.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he collided with a drunkard, he poured the wine bottle in one hand, grabbed my arm with the other, and looked at me with scarlet eyes: "In the past, Li Bai could sing with wine, and today there are so many drunks, who left poetry - except me, haha, except me." ”
"Yes, there are drunks every night now, who has left the Psalms?" I squinted and smiled.
"Confidant is a confidant." Come, let me get drunk with you--the willow embankment, and tomorrow morning we will see the wind and the moon. "Say reach out and pull me.
"No!" I scurried past him, flashed him, and went straight ahead.
Just into the depths of the flowers, I heard a man chant, "The day is so dark; the night, and so pale; I wander in the alternating streamers, often unable to distinguish between night and day." ”
Following the prestige, we saw a skinny young man with a shawl, ghostly appearing behind us, injecting drugs into his arm with a syringe, laughing loudly.
I suddenly felt creepy. Ali said: "Don't be afraid, this is looking for inspiration." ”
"Where is this inspiration, it is simply suicide!" I was stunned.
"For a person who is physically sleepy, whose soul is developed, and who lives only in his own spiritual world, what better way can he be saved?" Ah Yu.
I was speechless.
Several Daoist monks came to the front, and while bowing their heads to pick lotuses, they whispered: "There are troubles in life, and a hundred people are dead; it is better to delete all memories and be an ignorant and desireless fool." Sweet is better than bitter, and there is no more than nothing. ”
I didn't know what to say for a moment.
Wander to a ditch and see a group of Christians chanting poems by the water. Shi Yun: "Every disappearance of a meteor will leave a footprint in heaven; the eternal death of every Slovak will leave a legend on earth." We live without flowers and honor; we die without anyone to remember. Our Own Heavenly Father took us in and went clean to see you. amen! ”
Ali said: "They all come from the Haizi Poetry Society, worship the style of the pioneers, and several young poets have followed in the footsteps of Haizi. ”
I smell this in my heart.
Look over there, in the bushes, two women dressed in white are embracing each other and kissing passionately. Are they also looking for excitement, inspiration, for something the world has not given them?
Then I saw the beggars at the door again, are they real beggars? Spiritually rich, with empty pockets, he was able to sell his soul to continue his pursuit. Their open-minded attitude towards life and persistent artistic concepts have not aged with contemporary poetry.
"I want to pick a string of birds, to enter the throat of thirst, and I want to cut a white cloud and add wings of eternal life." I want to sing like a bird, to break through the clouds, and I want to learn to fly like a bird, to be free to exile like a white cloud. ”
With this song, several children ran out of the forest and asked them, saying that their parents were poets, that they had not been to school since childhood, and that they were also practicing poetry here. Is poetry really so magical, turning time and space upside down, making people addicted like drugs? But don't these geniuses know that in this era of materialism and the loss of poetry, poetry alone is not only difficult to reach, but also unable to stand on its own. What to feed these pure people!
Ten
Every flower blooms in a different way but disappears in the same way; everyone is born in the same way but dies in a different way. Heaven and earth slowly deduce in the seemingly eternal unchanging, and life is eternally old in the sudden changes of the short.
Coming out of the Poet's Corner, Aria Yu and I abandoned the car on the shore of the Grand Canal and looked up at the sky full of stars and whispered.
"You see, most of the stars that shine are small stars, which are close to us and easy to understand; and those stars that are big and far away, we know very little. And it is these stars cloaked in a veil of mystery that do not tend to be lively, avoid the hustle and bustle, and for the sake of greater space and glory, temporarily dim and glow around us, ignored by our vision technology. ”
"Here the poets sell their souls and search for the soul, and although the soul is attached to the body, the body will one day decay, and the soul will always be there." Ah Yu.
"If this is life, I would rather embrace poetry, give up everything, and live humblely and noblely." Ali.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, a huge catfish sprang out from the surface of the water, instantly engulfing Ali Ayu, and then opening the blood basin and opening its mouth to attack my head...
I was shocked, woke up, and found that I had returned to the dwelling at some point, my hands pressed against my chest, sweating and moistening the creaky wooden bed. In addition to the broken computer in the house, it was a pile of waste paper that I regarded as life.
Listen, carefully! In the moonlit farm yard, the broken faucet was still "hissing" and sighing.