Li Bu married (pen name), born in 1966 in Taojiang, Hunan, male poet, senior media person, traditional media practitioner, graduated from the Department of Philosophy of Xiangtan University in 1988. Poetry Weekly 2016 Poet of the Year, Shandong Poet of the Year 2017 Poet, Anhui Poet of the Year 2018 Outstanding Poet. Because of its unique poetry, it is known as the old poetry bone of Hunan.
A kind of love
The year he passed away
The kind grandmother suddenly changed her temperament:
I was spinning at her feet
Often gloomy face, not a word of affection
Not to boil two eggs again
Peel it for me to eat
That's another kind of love
The old people in the countryside can predict that there will not be many of them
So deliberately alienate the closest people
With perverse behavior
Make them cold, let them grow hateful
to alleviate the sadness behind you
When the peach blossoms on the back mountain bloomed, I saw her secretly weeping
When the peaches of the back mountain are picked
She has moved into a new grave
Kids playing with mud
In the pottery hall, children playing with mud
The child's heart is shaped into a rounded clay bowl
I really wanted to tell them
Those of us who do the same thing in the mud
We little clay people, in the hands of Nuwa
Originally no different, only later
After living as an adult, there is a distinction between nobles and lowly
Some people are born with their feet in the mud
Some people are destined to face the loess for the rest of their lives
Kiln workers like these bronze sculptures are creeping in the smoke and fire
They just remember that the sun is made of mud
It is being fired and quenched, and it may burst one day
And the moon, a large bowl of rice, is mostly a mutilated defective product
When a flock of white cranes flew over the Himalayas
Those who know say they are due to migration
With the help of the mountain's airflow
Up or down, constantly grouping, in the same direction
The full wisdom of birds was harnessed
Do not pull down any pairs
Exhausted wings
Those who do not know say that they have relied on the care of the gods
And the guidance of a leader
White lotus flowers
Only not to be lost
I believe the latter statement
More demagogic
Return from the Funeral Platform
The clouds are like marshmallows
More like fluffy flesh floss
I suddenly had the urge to eat
As thin as I am, I have consumed fifty years of rations
But the Han people who do not grow one or two extra meat
It's time to gain weight!
I should be fed all day and have faith
Otherwise, you won't be able to feed a vulture
These divine birds outside the heavens are hungry and panicked, and they are also looking at the living
snow leopard
No snow leopards at all! Only illusions
Or is it pure fiction
At such a cold altitude, the eagle's eyes will not be faked
And it didn't bring any clues
Prove it to us
A sheep or hare was torn to pieces
No! The top of the snow-capped mountain, with the breath of life
In addition to the snow-capped mountains themselves, they thicken in the winter and melt in the summer
Limestone water is poured into the river. It's just us
Habitually fold your hands together
Worship everything that rises above your head
It is also happy to cover the clouds and fog, gather into divine beasts, and comfort the human world that created gods
clear and bright
Thanks to my woman! This day every year
All get up early, bathe and change clothes
Whether it's rainy or windy and sunny
All with the most beautiful face
Go to the Xiaoxiang Cemetery in the suburbs
I'm familiar with the well-groomed buns
Faintly covered with sparse white hair, a pair of almond eyes
Crow's feet can't be seen if you don't cry loudly
Women for their own pleasure, ah, in one
The times when the soldier did not die for the confidant
Peach blossoms are less chivalrous. When she hugged her shoulders
Sobbing in front of the grave, my woman, especially beautiful because of her sorrow
On the tombstone, the name of the deceased husband
It's a bit bleak. Waiting for her is the spring breeze of the human world
Show the undead an open-air movie
Find a secluded place
Burn some paper for your deceased loved ones
Remember their deeds in their lifetime
We miss our predecessors in this way
Future generations will miss us so much
In this world, don't say that spring is delayed
Every year there is clarity, and the road up the mountain may be narrow
Maybe muddy, but not a single dead man
Will come back, accompany us to the inn down the hill, indifferently raise a glass
Yin and yang are separated, and we mourn
But the joy of the world should also find a channel to share
I once went to Thailand for a visit, and there are open-air movies in the countryside
But there wasn't a single audience off the screen
They said it was shown to the undead. The scene was intimate and frightening
Lee does not marry
I have always believed that poetry should be a sharp cry from us in the ordinary world. A lot of people are curious about my pen name. I always answer this way. He Zhu has the words of the red lotus chanted in "Ta Sha Xing" (Yang Liu Hui Tang), which has a sentence that reads: When he refused to marry the spring wind, he was mistaken by the autumn wind for no reason. Borrowing the red lotus is not willing to marry the spring wind, is not willing to compete with the spring wind like a hundred flowers, and expresses his integrity and righteousness, and does not have the character of a magnate. The Tang people also have "Lou Ting does not marry unintentionally, who is the big husband in the world". The word "not marrying" is very appropriate to my personality and the principle of my writing. In our ancient peers, there is still the backbone and freedom of "laughing at the sky and going out", so in our time, there should be the bottom line and principle of composition. So I picked up poetry again in 2014, and when I first used this pseudonym, I declared, my poetry, don't marry the powerful, don't marry money, don't marry the vulgar, don't marry the mud, I use the pen name to tell the truth. It can be said that the intention of this pen name is my basic understanding of poetry. This is where my writing begins and focuses. And that's not all, of course!
Our current poetry is indeed too elaborate and too gorgeous, and in the poetry circle we are exposed to a large number of mediocre works every day. Some of the classic poetic works in the history of Chinese and foreign literature now seem very simple, and some may seem very crude, but they have bones, momentum, and strength. The most basic thing about poetry is actually the question of what to write and how to write it. "What to write" is mainly about the author's courage and interest, and "how to write" is related to his intelligence and skill, both of which are important. At present, the whole society is chasing power and money, in consumption and entertainment, reality has clearly reminded us, the child's scream, although childish, naïve, but at least he really shouted out his feelings, at least let us raise our vigilance: because in the seemingly calm place, there is danger.
So, I like to read the scream-like poems of contemporaries who are sincere, authentic, and live. There is the effect of being stung by a wasp in the work, there is temperature, there is warmth, burning, whether it is a human or an animal, after being stung, it retreats, such a work can be strongly stimulated, and there is a sense of pleasure in the stimulation. Among them are very clever poets, who know a truth, can deform all the exaggerated and absurd things, based on realism, just like your voice is shouted high, you must also grasp the rhythm, if the sound is distorted, or deformed, you mean that you have not yet mastered the full power of realism, the effect is bound to make people feel false, or it is very painful when reading, and there is no impression after reading.
When I think about my own writing, it probably starts with a sharpness. I have noticed that in such a broad era background, most of the writers look like they have a good time, and most of the branch texts they write are soft and soft. So I insisted that the poem stand up, that there should be bones. What I understand is that "poetic bone" means that the text of the poet should be boiling, and people should burst into tears as soon as they read it. Jia Pingwa said that from a certain point of view, literature is memory, and life is relational, and literature expresses life when describing its memory, that is, the life of memory, and writing about life is also writing about relationships, writing about the relationship between man and nature, writing about the relationship between man and things, and writing about the relationship between man and man. There is a philosopher who once said that the art of living has no place for memory. If we look at life as art, there is no memory in it, because memory has distinction, and it is certainly distinguishable to write down things. I focus my attention on my own experience, I tell the story of the past, I go back, to avoid forgetting, the "evidence of the times" that I want to preserve is the picture of the past era, the memory of our fathers. For the revival of small and everyday historical and realistic details, a branch script is provided for people to understand history and themselves. The point is, I have to be like that kid, get rid of the mannerisms and be sincere. Therefore, it does not matter only to talk about the artistic techniques of such poetry, such as its relationship with the colloquial language, whether it conforms to the popular poetic principles and moral standards, and even whether it conforms to the mainstream will and value orientation. I condensed the stories of my fathers, or some of my own experiences, in just a dozen lines, and if expanded, sometimes even a long novel.
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