The current cultural form actually reflects the current impetuous mentality, and the endless pursuit of material desires is also reflected in poetry. Poetry critics are in a state of collective aphasia. The most basic problem is the carnival of technical media; Information overload has caused a chaotic and indistinguishable state; In the network, the relationship between seeing and being seen is more abrupt, focusing on the mentality of "seeking novelty" and "appreciating ugliness". It is these factors that are integrated into the current cultural proliferation, carnival, impetuousness and anxiety ... Poetry is the voice from the depths of the soul; Poetry is music that purifies the human soul; Poetry is the honey in flower of life, fragrant and sweet; Poetry should be like a clear spring, gently flowing into a thirsty soul. Now, what have we heard? What about the voice of poetry? Where are all these wonderful poems?
Many people talk about contemporary poetry, or shake their heads or sigh. "From tomorrow on, be a happy person, facing the sea and blooming in spring." Haizi left this poem that made people look forward to happiness and stopped at the age of 23. Haizi's life stops in the most youthful days, and poetry blooms on the branches of spring. Before his death, he was unknown; After his death, so many people miss him, read his poems and fantasize about the days when spring blooms! After that, many poets followed Haizi's example in reality and let their poems shine with the light of life and death! Just like I did when I imitated Goethe's young Werther committed suicide! Haizi will always be fixed in the eighties! He has been gone for 26 years. Are there any better poems after that? The answer is yes! A man who lives in a silent crowd, works hard and writes poems with his heart. Mr Kong Yiji is one of them. He used poetry to warm himself and illuminate others. ...
The Internet provides convenience. I have read many poems written by bloggers, and Mr. Kong is one of them. Along the way, I have spanned several years and read many of his poems. The more his poems are written, the more tasteful they are, the more natural and unrestrained they are, the more sincere they are, the more vivid they are, the more simple and rich they are, and the more ethereal they are ... Mr. Kong Yiji's poems are like flowers in spring, which are full of flowers, pink and green, thriving and full of vitality, giving people strength, ideas and people.
Take out some poems to enjoy. In Dawn, two lovers are brought into life by a few simple words: "A few fingers hold down the cock's crow;": They knocked on the peach blossom's mouth one by one; Before saying a keyword; It's dawn. " The "peach blossom" here refers not only to the peach blossom full of trees, but to the "love" of mutual admiration. The most crucial sentence, unspoken, is concise and beautiful. "True love" is not spoken with the mouth, but integrated into that long phone call. In the act of chatting between two confidants, it was dawn before you knew it! How time flies! Needless to say, send roses; Needless to say, how many lovesickness; Needless to say, eyes look at eyes. A long phone call has closely linked the people at both ends of the phone, expressing implicitly, profoundly, sincerely and appropriately! In Rape Flowers, some lines are concise, vivid and full of romantic imagination, such as "a piece of sunshine is enough-you will come from a distance at dusk-how nice it is to be a butterfly-settle on every flower"! Flowers and butterflies have merged into one! Is it a flower or a butterfly? In fact, "I thought that the eagle's wings would fly to the horizon all my life, but I didn't walk out of a grassland-far away-I didn't have the strength to cross a snow line in front of me-getting closer and closer to a fact-I no longer believed and revealed the truth." We have to admit the reality, so do we. Although we sometimes don't want to believe or admit the reality, we have to admit the fact that human power is limited. Maybe we can spread our wings like eagles and fly high and far ... but we will never reach the horizon.
Mr. Kong's poems cover many aspects. He has deep feelings for his hometown, grassland, parents' affection, local customs and social phenomena. And formed his own style in poetry with the poet's unique and keen perception. His poems are short and short, and he is good at using short sentences to form poems, and abandoning complex and bloated long sentences; Reject slogans, shout and repeat; The language is concise and refined; The intonation is lively, the rhythm is brisk, the image is distinct and unique, the imagination is rich, and the metaphor is novel and strange. Sometimes implicit, sometimes straightforward, but it does not affect the expressive power of poetry. Read his poems, read a sadness, read a warmth, read a breeze, read a philosophy of life, read a beauty and hope ... such as Message from the Wind from Hometown, Dating, Spring Rain, Going to the Grassland, Peach Blossom, Afternoon in April, Don't mention love, Who stole a good time?
Mr. Kong's poems are full of compassion, awe and cherish for the land, the people and life. Just like this, his poems are more fluent, full of vitality, sincerity and beauty! Perhaps inadvertently, the flower names often mentioned in his poems are peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom, apple blossom and so on.
Mr. Kong's poems are flowers in spring, colorful and fragrant ... After the flowers fall, wait quietly for the arrival of autumn, and the flowers full of trees will form sweet fruits full of trees!
Wen, Keiko Izumi