"Compare the ten pieces of text garbage I produced with Yu Xiuhua's three thousand poems, and from the language, mood, imagery, rhyme and ideological realm of the poem, as long as one of them has inferiorities, I will be counted as a complete failure." I wonder if this is fair? Does Ms. Yu Have anything to say? ”
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There are many people who are not accustomed to Yu Xiuhua, but this Wang Family Husband makes me particularly emotional, because he is a regular guest of Yu Xiuhua's poetry review seat, and he always has tit-for-tat arguments, but he has never received a response from the other party. The spirit of being able to persevere in the desire to defeat a person is also awe-inspiring. Wang Jiafu came to me and said to me: He wants to save the Chinese poetry scene, and his literary and artistic controversy with Yu Xiuhua will be a dispute between the Yazheng of poetry and the theory of slang creation. Although the idea is a bit far-fetched, his primary target is Yu Xiuhua, a woman who is so-called "biased with modern Chinese poetry," which sounds much more interesting.
Therefore, I acted as a fire initiator and wrote this challenge for this benevolent brother, hoping that Teacher Yu Xiuhua could see it and that Wang Jiafu could gain something.
The original text of Wang Jiafu is as follows (only expresses his personal opinion, does not represent the views of this number):
From Yu Xiuhua to Jia Qianqian
We can imagine how reluctant and unwilling Yu Xiuhua was in her heart when she said the sentence "Don't use her to blaspheme me" from her mouth. If any literati in the future also writes a book of "History of Modern Chinese Poetry" or "The New Language of the World", we must not miss the famous sayings and aphorisms of the most famous female poet in China at present. Through this sentence, we can clearly know how despicable Yu Xiuhua's heart is. Yes, Jia Pingwa's daughter is also really a bit indisputable, there is such a father to control, do not play if you can't play, but "self-inflicted sins, can not live", put a good professor improper, write which door of poetry?
PingWo is also teaching women to have no direction, forgetting Mr. Lu Xun's advice: "When a child grows up, if he has no talent, he can find something small to do, and he must not be an empty writer or artist." Flat and lonely, but let the shallow few poems be broken, leaving a chicken feather, laughing generously, poor old Jia I Name!
Let's not talk about how Professor Qian's poem misleads people's children, and compare Yu Xiuhua's masterpiece Crossing Most of China to S You and Shaky World - sorry, we still don't want to compare, because the poet Yu Xiuhua will be unhappy. This great poet who was held in the palm of his hand by Shen Rui and Liu Nian would definitely mutter.
Yes, these two great Chinese poets really have no comparison, and neither of them wants to speak the same day as a poet who relies on his father to ascend to the throne, but unfortunately, the poet is different from the businessman, IQ is not equal to wealth, and it is not hereditary. Yu Xiuhua's laurels were earned by herself, from a disabled peasant woman (don't misunderstand, I don't have the slightest disrespect, the conscience of heaven and earth, I never attack anyone physically) to the poet laureate, how difficult it is, and how lucky.
What kind of modern poetry do we need, from Hu Shi to Jia Qianqian, who changed our modern Chinese poetry? From classical poetry to modern poetry, the innovation of poetic style is successful, but the forging of language and the construction of artistic conception can be said to be a failure. I highly recommend Zhou Mengdi and Haizi, who have created the language of modern poetry, and Haizi has constructed the artistic conception of modern poetry. Poetry is the art of language, but also the spiritual parasite, almost the language of the father is not called poetry, less of the breath of poetry, like a shell without spirit, spirit, and qi. I do not emphasize that the language of poetry must have a thousand faces, but the artistic conception of poetry must be majestic and unrestrained, and poetry is most taboo to draw tigers and not become anti-dogs, blindly imitating, that is a dead end.
Art needs genius, don't believe it, especially in poetry and music. Genius, the last pile of ashes in the night, will guide us on a path that will not be lost. Unfortunately, Yu Xiuhua is not a genius of modern Chinese poetry, she is just a peasant woman who has never walked out of Hengdian Village, and she will not know what greatness is.
On the road of poetry, we are completely lost, China's modern Chinese poetry, can not see the stars, can not see the pilot lighthouse. Counting from the obscure poems that Mr. Sun Shaozhen admired, we went around in the dark night of poetry, but there were lambs, pear blossoms, nonsense bodies, and shallow bodies; there were also poets such as Yu Xiuhua and Jia Qianqian, and there were also mr. Zhou Xiaotian, the winner of the Lu Xun Literature Prize who was not willing to be lonely.
Sorry, Yu Xiuhua let us not compare with Jia Qianqian, this will desecrate her, it seems to blaspheme her poems, looking at Yu Xiuhua's poems that have been published and the poems that have not been born in the future, it is nothing more than the misfortune of the ego and the desire for not having, for the time being, such a poem is called "Xiuhua model" or "Huahua body", can also be called "flower body", such a title does not know whether it is correct and pertinent. The art of poetry has changed from the scholar-doctor class to the hands of the ordinary people, from the high-spirited and enterprising intestines to the small sorrows and small joys of chai rice oil and salt, which also gave birth to Yu Xiuhua's own suffering to please the bottom class with the same fate.
Yu Xiuhua was not willing to compare with Jia Qianqian, of course, she might not want to compare with me, now That Yu Xiuhua's eyes were on her forehead, she would despise everything and not know why, like a spoiled big child. She not only spoiled herself, but also brought damage to the entire poetry world, modern Chinese poetry appeared Yu Xiuhua, and then appeared Jia Qianqian, this is inevitable, in the future there may be Liu Xiuhua and Zhen Qianqian appear, this is a phenomenon, just like Yu Qiuyu's prose. I don't comment too much on Yu Xiuhua's poems, which is an ancient style of gentleness and thickness. Any writer who draws a conclusion is determined by his work, and it is indispensable to compare it with his work. Yu Xiuhua's idea of solipsism is not to be tolerated, I want to make the poem great again, no matter what golden sentences Yu Xiuhua still has to spew, I still have to do my best to shake the obstacles of this modern Chinese poetry. Arrogant or arrogant, not self-reliant, I believe!
Comparing the ten pieces of text garbage I produced with Yu Xiuhua's three thousand poems, from the language, mood, imagery, rhyme and ideological realm of the poem, as long as one of them has inferiorities, I will be counted as a complete failure. I wonder if this is fair? Does Ms. Yu Have anything to say?
Ten appendices:
One
"Appreciation Pavilion Night Meets Xin You'an"
It is not the spring flowers that cannot be dispelled by the wind and rain
It is a poetic soul that is heartfelt
Yangtze River water ah Yangtze River water
How did you go east without a word?
Ren Wu hooked to see the rust, and the railing was broken
The radar of my senses, catching it all the time
Blood pressure of three hundred and sixty mm Hg
Mighty rapids in the Yangtze River
Partridge is not the face of your image
Or maybe the sand gull is your avatar
I think, be a fierce centurion
It must be more powerful than eight hundred poems
You're mistaken for a lyricist
I became a returnee
You and I must meet in alcohol
In order to make white hair a confidant
Since then, Sorrow is no longer single
The Earth is not originally a luminous body
Why expect it to have light?
Five thousand years of history, lighting the same lamp
How can we meet in the night?
Just cry in contrast
Qianmei people shed tears, that is simply a luxury
That's it, that's it, don't let the cold moon of the scoop spring
Stand alone on the empty pillow
Smoky willow ——— with lake
Can't keep you, can't keep you
It is better to go back, it is better to go back
Go back there, Ginger Iron Horse's dream!
Two
"Climbing the Stork And Bird Tower and The Preface"
The river out of the dragon gate, Rong Fenluo, followed by Jingwei, then the vast and mighty shore is not seen! Nakajo is in sight, and the day is passing by the mountain; the long river is rushing, and the purple qi is coming from the tide. The first floor is Standing, looking at Zhongzhou; HuaYue Xiongzhi, Liu Lin Yinxiu. Ancient rivers and mountains, ascend the Range Rover in this building alas! There is a poem "Climbing the Stork and Bird Building", the absolute singing is also, and no one can stand out from the highest of the rhyme!
Yu thought that the pagoda pavilions built by the ancients had their own functions, and the pagodas, the tombs of the monks and monks, the pavilions, the stops, and the resting places were also; the pavilions, most of them were the places of Liaowang, and the use of armaments was also the same. The power of time is very different, the country and mountains are long and the victory is always left, so it is the land of the ancients! In the surface of the mountains and rivers, the three passes are controlled and The Qin Long is controlled; the great river goes east, and the hundred rivers pass through the world.
Outside the yuwen town river, the building was built to "peep at Qin Sai and look down on Shuncheng'", and there were storks perched on it, so it was called the Stork Tower. 'Mengyuan invaded the south, and the building was destroyed by soldiers. In the Ming and Qing dynasties, its site still existed and could still be hung; later, due to the flooding of the river, the river swayed, and its site was also annihilated, and it was presented to the eye, and later generations replaced it with the Puzhou Xicheng Tower. Republic of Ding Ugly, rebuilding the Stork Tower in the southwest of the city of Yongji, near the River, imitating the Tang Dynasty. The cornices are upturned, and the clouds are stopped and the rain is stopped; the painting of Zhu Dong is majestic and does not see the dawn moon, and the mountains are hidden and covered.
Dens Tower, on the other hand, is pitched, and the heavens and the earth are clear. To if the sky is clear and blue, the shadow is upside down, the storks and birds are gathered, and they go up to the upper floors, ascend and look far, see the Yellow River far above the white clouds, and return to the birds, and a thousand mountains into the twilight mist. Ruofu Shuo wind roared, Qionghua blossomed everywhere, the lonely hung sound was broken, wrapped in silver, looking down and dazed, looking down and dazed, looking at the magnificent boundlessness of the rivers and mountains, watching the long river and the sunset.
The heavens and the earth are leisurely, the years do not dwell, the ascending is far away, the feelings are sympathetic, and the scenery of the wind and things increases its happiness and worry. Time has changed, but the love in the inner is not different from the past? Non-idlers also! Therefore, the son of Ang Deng Youzhou Taiwan independence drooled, too white to look at the two tireless, Jingting Mountain is also! These two sons, the feeling of seeing things is different? Therefore, Bai Da is high and depressed, Su Kuang and bitter, sex, potential, fate? Living in the temple is troubled by its virtue, and when it is in the rivers and lakes, it is worried about its body. Xing Wei body five feet, ants thin life, fifty and not to mention, now alone on the tall building, rather than regret? I'd rather have no regrets!
The day of the Stork Tower will never end
Go up the ladder just to catch a glimpse of the sunset in your memory
I also came to ascend, the first floor of the long river
At the decisive point, the dusk on the back of the crow was already outside the thousand mountains
Where is the builder? "Cold water in the wind and water"
At the head of the ancient crossing, I was waiting for the swordsman from the west of the nations
I want to stand upstairs and watch the snow flow
Yan Zhao Dadi needs a deep inner thorough whiteness
I know! The Stork House could no longer wait for the sun and the white of the snow that I wanted
Try to imagine yourself as a blooming flower!
Nothing can extinguish the fire in my heart! Neither can the night
Saying poetry is the most useless in the world, and five steamed bun slices cannot be exchanged
But you are enjoying the infinite sweetness of "the water of the Yellow River comes from heaven"
Oh my eyes! How could it be covered with dust as thick as the Loess Plateau
Even if I pour a river of water, I cannot wash away my dusty original intention
Who can see through whether the river today is turbid or clear?
Three
"Sending True Wei to Yueyang Lou at Night"
Stood for an unknown number of times, lonely and lonely
To the cave court, the sound of geese in the sky crossed the cold of the dead moon
The hagi flowers are small, shaking the lake full of stars
Eight hundred miles of Xiangshui sparkling, a good Qionghai Yuyu Oh!
Come on wind, dance my eyebrows and double plackets!
The green snake in the sleeve, Lang Yin Yueyang who has ever known?
Even if there are thousands of emotions in the chest, there are thousands of emotions
Who else to tell?
The poetry book mistook me! The poetry book mistook me!
Or did I miss the poetry book?
How can there be no wine, let three thousand white hair shame to see the classmates teenagers
Think about this time Yueyang upstairs, who is singing with me about the wine?
I have the thirst of my father to suck up the cave!
Since the farewell of the king, no one has looked up to the sky and screamed
Deep in the smoke, ask to come and go to the cloth sails
Who knows tonight?
Get rid of the white-headed sand gulls in the waves
Except for the jagged autumn wind that fills the lake
Except for Feng Yi, who smells and dances
Oh, except for my wordless shadow
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Four
"Sleepwalking on Ming Wang Feng"
If you call out to the mountain, and the mountain does not come, you go to the mountain
- The Quran
That mountain knocked my homesickness into an internal wound that was ineffective
The temptation of the Ming King kept calling to me in my nightmares
Calling the Mountain...
And the mountain doesn't come, should I really go to him?
Sit and watch the thousand mountains reckless, when the wind and clouds rise
My life has never been so majestic and free
The mountains surrendered to my feet, and small waterfalls hung in the air
The mountain wind in December blew me lonely and depressed
Pillowing the pine waves, I coiled myself into a lone pine
Who's coming?
Who am I?
Who ever knew who Liu Lang was?
Outside the sunset, I can see a few cold plums in front of the window of my house
Asking Tian to ask for a house, how much has he failed Shaohua!
Sting my dreams of a good pain and a lot of pain in the sun grass Oh!
I've gone barefoot through the fifth season of the year
The sky is on the back, inserting a pair of butterfly flower wings
But my dreams couldn't fly
I belong to that kind
People who like to dream and have no dreams to do
How can this world be so beautiful and melancholy?
Thanks to The Wild Goose Mountain, let my life climb like a peak
Epiphany: All the roads in the world are rough and bumpy
All the mountains won't come to you! No, it won't
The mountain is not coming! I don't call anymore!
The world is prostrating, how can you get through this chaotic mess?
Everything was silent, but the mountain hill sighed deeply
What awaits here?
How do I cross? My footsteps and my footsteps Oh!
Five
"Chang'an in the Dream"
Li Bai's horse raised the dust that could not be calmed for a long time
The open gate of Chang'an City knocked Du Er into a bird that cried like blood
The Boeing Airbus I was riding in flew over so easily
The brilliant sky of the Tang Dynasty left a long hate song with both ears
Let Fan Su and Ah Man go to the shallow chant and sing
Look at the moonlight of Chang'an tonight
Like all moonlights, beautiful and bleak
Yuyang drum, let the chinese history of the most beautiful poppy chestnut flower
Overnight it all withered, or stopped blooming
The sunset tower, who is blowing the trembling chestnut cave Xiao's seven holes
It is still telling the lament of the song "Neon Dress Feather"
Look at the desolation of the bustling end of the Sound Dust Ancient Road
Say what Chang'an Migui, Zhu Men is difficult to knock! What the is going on
All I had to do was drink a pot of turbid wine and let out a few long whistles
Three thousand troubles were paid with the red dust rolling behind them
Six
"Dengetai"
No one in this world can really understand me
The string song of Ötai does not stop day and night, as if it were telling
Our tears and youth will be gone forever
Changyu Hao, who can hold the last star?
sun! I saw the last rays of the sun this winter
Ride through the clumsy camels of history and stagger forward
I was like a lonely fish hanging under the stage that had been dried by the wind
Struggling in the widowhood and darkness
Life is lonely, and loneliness makes me doubt life
Except for the fearful and mediocre life, the years are wasted
Ashamed of inaction, insensitive and complacent
I haven't dreamed for a long time, I haven't dreamed...
Why not pick up the hurried line and follow the footsteps of the journey
Since then, I have been a happy person, a hoop, a car, a world
Tugging at the tail of life's pain, toward the distance
Head back into the distance!
All roads are bumpy, whether you're a saint or a thief
We have all become bereaved dogs who run in fear at Wang Houmendi
The only thing that could not tire of looking at each other was the moonlight that was like water tonight
And the alms are infinitely gentle, and the mountains and rivers are lonely
The avenue is loud, only to sit in the opposite direction
Seven
"Peach Blossoms"
People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
- Cui Huo
When the spring breeze rises from your hair
It was a familiar piece of Zi Yan red
Fall helplessly in your helpless eyes
Red rain falls, fluttering in the desolation of the setting sun
Whose heart has ever remembered the spring of nowhere
Recalling this time last year, peach blossoms competed with people
I held out again, my weak hands
To perceive the floating prosperity of the cold and warm moments of illusion
Spring turns out to be just a poignant season!
Flowers are of trees
The rain is day
You are mine...
Or maybe you're one that never falls in my eyes
tears
Eight
"Revisiting the Covered Bridge"
Carrying the memories of last night through again
Lonely and sad ancient covered bridge
Leave the oath to the oath and return it all to you
Today's footsteps no longer repeat yesterday's footsteps
The sound of the stream remained the same, never listening to the sighs of anyone.d'
As I hugged the day's wind and rain sat silently on the bridge
I want to see the tea by the bridge at this time next year
Those pairs that were once gentle and soft to me
Slim hands, pick up the colorful fall of the ground
Thrown towards the slow flowing water that crossed the bridge
Nine
"Thirty-Seven"
I was born twenty years unsatisfactorily, and I was as sad as a dry orchid.
--Li He
Age, how, how uncertain
A stubborn traveler
Don't pin the black rose on the devil's lips
A rattlesnake kissing its own tail
Thirty-seven years old, the age of sitting on the age wound
Pass through the focus of the black pupil
Familiar and familiar, strange and unfamiliar
Years, often lost in your wrinkles
We are busy mourning you and writing an afternoon of sacrifices
Thirty-seven years old sitting on the wound of age crying
The golden rings of the forbidden fruit are as tempting
The coming day is long, and the day is more painful
You haven't allowed me to think about it yet
And he passed away
Why don't I want to, like the father who chases the sun
One hand, hold the sun's painful stings
Ten
"Epiphany"
Time with it can not see the pain of the blade
Slaughtered my life and slaughtered it
I don't understand where I understand
I am on the pendulum of time and time
The last one praises the father and the madman
Drowning in pain and boredom
(What else can I do in my life besides drinking?)
Outside the Tiger Prison Pass, Lü Fengxian fiercely fought Liu, Guan, and Zhang
In front of the TV, I was ordered by my wife
Hand mop, with eighty square meters of snail dwelling
Make three hundred rounds of sweaty duels
It's ridiculous, it's just that, it's just so ridiculous
A lifetime of effort is like a shell worm
Pushing a load that is several times heavier than yourself
Step by step, it is difficult to die
And there is no need to speculate on the sunset on the crow's back
Tomorrow is a question of whether to go up or down
Life is nothing more than spring and autumn
The sun is warm and the moon is cold, and the life is fried
(What else can I do in life besides drinking))
This is the planet where time is most rampant
All loneliness stands
God was too busy redeeming himself to be overwhelmed
My soul was abandoned at the gates of hell
Emperor, what are you saving?
You love and don't love your sinners
Galileo's telescope let us
Deranged in the more distant void
(What else can I do in life except drinking)