Although the moon has not yet risen, it constantly reflects the original light of poetry in the dark. The Lancet in the invisible hand is thin and sharp, and the emperor's fingers are slender and powerful at this moment. There is a potential force that urges the emperor to walk through the Huangpu River in the dark. Where is it? Is it the dock where the emperor can dock?
In August, 2008, in the Diary of Dream Back to the Tang Dynasty, the original sin said to the emperor: "Think of the lover who doesn't know his face, and there will be a future if he dreams." I smiled in surprise. Is this "lover's dream" a poetic dream? I don't know if a poem called Missing is a first novel of the original, and I haven't made any special inquiry. "I'm clutching my chest/but I can't hold back the place where it hurts/the wind is whistling/blowing all over the floor at dawn/I'm full of extravagant hopes ... vagrancy/vagrancy/fantasy is crazy with Van Gogh", touching these poems, the image of an ideal young man struggling in hesitation comes to my face.
It was raining cats and dogs in summer at noon, and the quiet night was slightly cool. The original text keeps seeping into the heart and spleen, "gentle reminder/just a small shade tree in midsummer/long calm/like a shining guide in a rainy night" ("Warm"). With these tree-lined friendships, Emperor The Lancet was not alone. From June 5438+00 to February 18, 2008, I wrote many emotional essays in the original text. Poetry in this period is more casual, and the feeling is basically rooted in the deduction of personal feelings. It is the stagnation of scars and immediate emotional venting, leaving behind melancholy and fantasy at night. Your name resounds through the ocean of my soul. In February 65438, on the third day of my trip to Bali, I had an accident and broke my ankle. This incident is a good thing for the original poem, which prompted the original poem to read, study and write a lot during the period of recuperation at home, and ushered in the 2009 year of the evolution of the original poem.
Ambiguous with Snow, a harmonious poem full of hazy beauty, is the opening work of the original in 2009. "Memory is lit/an ambiguous lamp/I am covered by your temperature/I leave a gray trace/You give me a hug/It's a biting warmth/The ice of cotton/The boiling point of loneliness/In your flying song/I feel a dull pain in expectation ..." I remember that when the emperor read this poem for the first time, his eyes suddenly straightened, and these lines were like snowflakes fluttering all over the sky. Mr. Xin, who turned out to be the original work of obscure poetry lovers, found the tacit understanding between the emperor and the original work at once. Soon after, I saw the original ink in my friend's space, and groups of high-quality poems made the emperor follow me from now on.
At that time, my intuition told me that the original sin space was a rich mine, a treasure hidden under black soil, such as a pure gold ore, shining with dazzling light alone in the dark night ... The light of this poem is both radiant and fatal here; In addition, Yuan's sincerity in making friends, his sincere display, his enthusiasm for others, and his screen display talents attracted many literary friends ... Soon, his good friend Jun introduced the emperor to Yuan, and we soon got to know each other, met each other, exchanged poems and became close friends.
In the poem "I", Yuan explained himself like this: "I am a lonely child/with flying wings/like to sit in the tuyere of the night/talk to the stars and moons ……/… The waterfall of the sun kissed my forehead/I will ride on a horse/wild flowers are blooming on the rocks/birds are singing in the forest/my dreams are not getting longer and longer/tears/warm my heart/I am. Originally a poetry fan of Gu Cheng, this poem has the shadow of Gu Cheng's "I am a wayward child"; It turned out that I used a child's eyes and mind to observe and feel nature and the world, and entrusted my life pursuit and freedom ideal. Also cherish, very sad, very yearning for time and life, full of idealism.
There are several love poems in the original work. In Love Like Wine, Yuan wrote: "I add water to wine/so I can drink more/I add wine to love/so I can drink more/but/I forgot/there is water in wine/there is water in my love". This short poem has only seven sentences, but it is more mellow than wine. Tongue twister-like sentences overflow the author's yearning, intoxication and reflection on true and pure love. "Live warmly for you/me/I won't fold a thousand paper cranes/I won't say any vows and thoughts/I just want to be a mountain/hold up my blue reverie/walk with the white clouds/and you/just lean on my shoulders" (April, the day I cherish). No wonder, many friends say I am a man. Although my love is delicate, it is really like a stable Nvshen Peak, which is worth relying on forever.
Primitive philosophical poems are a group with the largest number and the best texture in the primitive space. From the poem, we can feel that the original sin is widely read, and he has a large reading of philosophy, Buddhism and theology. So writing such a poem is almost handy, profound in thought, concise in language, sharp in image and thought-provoking.
For example, (2) in Seven Poems of Feeling Zen: "The tea ceremony is exposed/the Buddha's intention is realized/the cup is pushed to lose the host and the guest/the heart is empty" (4) "Determined to be on the road of red dust/the monastery at the bottom of the pool/the dust on the stage is motionless/the moon is dark in my heart"; (5): "I often think that the road is far away/but I pity the dust/I am confused and hopeless/I am beginning to be pseudo-sad"; (7): "Tired birds know how to rest/annoying to go to Wan Li/pay attention to perfection/intentionally or unintentionally". This group of ancient styles is rare in the original poem, with rich connotation, feeling, interest and beauty.
On Bruno's Fire, in this poem, I heard the voice of a brave soldier defending the truth, and heard dedication, anger and eternal sadness and mourning. Burn/sing a solemn and stirring song on Bruno's fire/He is dead/The truth is not dead/A shadow is in words/… A crack in the sky/A silent lightning/Cracked and discolored seawater/The desolation of the world/Shed snake skin hanging around the neck in spring/We read sadly/Mourning for losing our mother tongue. We really heard the voice of a poet calling for truth and pursuing ideals.
The original "Puppet" and "Left and Right" show the original's reflection and torture on the process of life more deeply. "Left and right is a pendulum in my heart/endless footsteps crush the intersection of time/dusk/I only have my left hand on my right face/my right hand patting my left shoulder/inside and outside the mirror/who is who/whose sky is the prison of clouds/forgetting is the track of the wind/I/just want to grow old slowly/many times/choosing is more helpless than losing/youth is an eternal escape history/there are always mountains to stop the breath of love/one. I am my own stranger (left and right), the original poem "My city is an ancient city/my island is the North Island", this poem "left and right" has a taste of the North Island poem, reflecting the poet's confusion, helplessness and desire and persistence for success in real life.
In the original poetry library, the poem for a friend is a wonderful flower. Poetry about giving friends is actually not easy to write in space, and it is often easy to write superficially. Because everyone has never met, "giving friends" requires a perceptual understanding of friends or a certain contact in life. So, how do friends who interact with space write it? Made a lot of preparations. Of course, it was written in one go. However, every poem, as a "portrait" of every friend, comes from the process of friends' long-term understanding through words. The imprint of this process has always remained in the original heart, so that words, after a certain conception, will be inspired and will gurgle out.
"In the sunny boudoir, you gently covered my eyes/hung on my sad cheeks like a small spray." This is a passage from a poem about a good friend's boudoir. This song has been revised twice. In the second draft of Water, the image is much more profound. A good poem may be generated in an instant, and at the same time, a good poem is indeed changed. Writing still water is really inseparable from the image of "water". It turns out that water is compared to a mirror, which can reflect our works, our life, spring and hope. This captures the characteristics of still water figures and the radiation points of still water figures, which can be summarized by "beautiful, pure, clear and powerful" figures, which is very accurate.
Laney was the first friend Huang Huang got to know and know when he came to Baidu. Laney has created a large number of excellent works with rich content and rigorous structure in Baidu, making, Yuan and Jun "blue powder" ... It is not easy to interpret Laney's role. Laney's writing is a beautiful and warm Shan Ye, which grows constantly every day and exudes the fragrance of people. The essence of intelligence is to catch "Lan". This feature, the so-called "blue heart and wisdom", is full of flowers and vitality, which is the main feature of Lanni's characters. It turns out that the pious heart and my own "humbleness" set off the "beautiful, delicate and profound" soul of Laney's writing, which is very "cunning" ... very "sensational" ...
The screen name of good friend Fuxing is warm when you see it, and it has a feeling of bringing good luck to people. Sure enough, the original wrote: "You are the grace of heaven/the heart of ordinary people." As the beginning, I seem to see pear flower falls's words one after another. Hehe, finally, I said, "I gently sent your name to every friend/secretly put you on my vest" (Fu). The emperor feels that it is not attached to the vest, but to his chest!
As for the origin of online names, the emperor has been silently "liking" (with unspeakable beauty), but he has never explored the original intention ... Hehe, it seems to be the name of a minority, Uygur? People are divided into groups, it should be said that the original friends, especially girls, are true, transparent, exquisite and beautiful, and Mi Ai should be among them. "I used to know you so well/in silence or yearning silence/dancing in the water/reborn in golden lightning" (Rice), don't say you touched me, Yuan!
Willow with a very classical and beautiful name reminds me of the quatrain: "Jasper trees are tall and tapestries are hanging down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " This is the "willow blowing in the wind". The song "Liu" is original and the most affectionate, and the emperor thinks it is. "Your green vine is winding/gathering your thoughts quietly", who is "missing" who?
Moon as jade is a good name, which makes countless poets fall for it as soon as they see it. "Beauty of the moon" or "Jade", the emperor once wrote such a good sentence as "I hid the beautiful moonlight", hehe, thanks to the name of the moon. The moon, as its name implies, is warm, pure and noble in quality. So Yuan said, "You are the God of Guanghan Palace" and wrote, "I just want to snuggle under your aura/watch movies/drink". Besides, if it's redundant, Yuan, cheers!
The emperor. About this emperor, he was praised by the original as "the king who sticks to the city of sonnets". The emperor is "stealing music" and very convinced. It turned out that the emperor's demon was really caught. What kind of reward will such enthusiastic encouragement get? Just, to write fourteen lines.
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Emphasizing an important point for the original work, this group of poems written for friends is undoubtedly a representative and a set of symbols. They are dedicated to all their friends. Friendship is with us.
From the original poem, we can feel that the original not only contains classical elements, but also absorbs a lot of western philosophical thoughts. I feel that the original text has dabbled in Nietzsche's philosophy and the Bible. In this way, the original text is obviously profound in thought, profound in thought and shining with wisdom. The writing is very penetrating. In terms of expression, the language is concise and meaningful, and the form is concise and profound. This will make the original text profound.
It is the emperor's long-cherished wish to try to interpret the original poem. Limited by appreciation level, skill and time, Huang Huang's interpretation is superficial and not necessarily accurate. But how happy and comfortable it is to sink down in such a rainy night, walk through the space of original sin, and comprehensively read and experience the light of original sin poetry.