Chapter 22 poetry and nonsense

The summer days burn in succession, bright as a thin thread.The burning was about to break down, and it was joined by the thin sound of cicadas, ai, ai, squeak This month, because of illness, I saved a lot of food and car money, so I suddenly feel rich.Although I was sick with no symptoms, my stomach ached and I was rolling around on the mat, but in summer, I stayed at home and couldn't do important things. I only wrote an article about Cezabbe's painting.Regarding the books I have read and the religion of the Chinese people, they are elegant after all.I decided that this was my Fengya month, so I decided to be noble and talk about poetry.

There is a famous Japanese poem translated by Zhou Zuoren: A summer night is like bitter bamboo, with dense details, and it will dawn in an instant.I advised my aunt to read it again. My aunt is a typical light intellectual. After she read it, she shook her head and said she didn’t understand.But maybe.When a person is famous to a certain extent, he has the right to talk nonsense. I think of Lewis.The first time I saw his poem was Walking fish in the magazine's monthly digest, it was not nonsense, but it was a bit too contrived.When the tabloids laughed at him every day, I also laughed for many days.In these matters, I am even more heartless than the tabloids. For example, last time, when I heard that Gu Mingdao was dead, I was very happy. The reason was simple, because his novels were not well written.In fact, I don't know him, and if I did, I must have reason to respect him, because he is such a model literati who has experienced the sufferings of all literati in the past and present.And he has already passed away. It is unreasonable for me to say such things now, but I can't help thinking that when Tomorrow's End of the World was serialized in the news newspaper, I hated the progressive young man Sun Jiaguang and the little girl Mei Yuezhu he sponsored to study, Every time he went to her house, her mother would always treat him to a meal to express her gratitude, and the cost of adding food exceeded the tuition fee by countless times.Mrs. Mei told Sun Jiaguang about her husband's conduct and misfortune.One paragraph a day, it was described for two weeks, but I had to read it, simply because it was carried day by day, and had a most impatient appeal.I have a cousin who also reads the news. Whenever we meet, we scold Tianya tomorrow and look down while muttering.

Gu Mingdao's novel itself is not surprising, it is worth noting that the public readers can accept such shameless stupidity.Like Begonia's success, there is at least some reason. Comparing Lewis with the Mandarin Butterfly faction he hated so much must have made him angry.What I want to explain is that I cannot forgive Gu Mingdao's novels because he is dead, nor can I forgive some of Lewis's later poems because he wrote good poems before.But when I read Home in the Evening, I thought the same thing again, thinking that not only the walking fish can be forgiven, but all the childish and nasty affectations of this person should also be tolerated.Because this poem is too complete, it must be copied here in its entirety

The home in the evening has the color of dark clouds, The wind comes to the small courtyard, After counting the returning crows in the sky, The children's eyes are lonely. Wife's Trivial Words at Dinner The old things of a few years ago are like smoke, And in the light taste of vegetable soup, I felt some bleakness in life. Lewis's best sentences are all the same clean, desolate, stingy in color, like ink bamboo.The horizon is small, but it has no time or locality, so it is universal and permanent.For example like: The February snow fell again, The dark house is bathed in the cold spring,

Hey, even if there is warmth, it is far away: A wife's eyes are lonely. There is also a chant under the window: But speaking of mine, Green, Love as flat as a mirror. But it is so far away. that far away, For sparrows and crows, is an absurdity This poem is long, and the change of tone is extremely graceful.The February Window writes with a more hazy and subtle feeling, which is unique to modern people: The sluggish clouds that go west are worrying, Carrying the sad and long cry of the eagle, Slowly, like an incredible sail. And every incredible day, Soundlessly, sail past my February window.

I have found the above few sentences in the whole book, and I already feel very satisfied, because the new Chinese poetry, after Hu Shi, Liu Bannong, Xu Zhimo, and even Zhu Xiang later, seemed to be at a dead end. We talk about our thoughts in this way, as if all the good things have already been said to others, but when we use our own words, for some reason, we always say something outrageous, which is really urgent.But there are also surprisingly good poems.Ni Hongyi's reunion, the part I saw was really good: Purple carnation, you call it the flower of love, before three noon, summer color paralyzed

in this dead city sleepless night dark night Speech is like driving at night you say The future cemetery has tuberose I say momentary love The words used, such as paralyzed and flat love, are extremely blunt, but they are only for the sake of economical words and sentences, they must be compressed and made stronger, and it is by no means deliberately used to make words so that people will die endlessly.I especially like that analogy, the words are like driving at night, intermittent, far and sad.Another example later: You were martyred before your generation Tired of noise can't see behind,

Cover your face and sink The last line is completely the magical brushwork of modern paintings. Although I don’t know much about the person in the poem, I still feel that she is very similar to her, such a subtle despair, slowly sinking in the shadow, stretching out a curved, boneless white arm. The last line of the poem seems to be purely impressionist, and the author said that I am afraid people will not understand: You are all green. But you may understand when you see her, there is a peaceful pain in the boundless green.However, this is unclear at the moment, she is not a flower that has fallen from the tree, lacks water, and has faded, but a broken branch flower on the ancient silk, broken or broken, but it is very beautiful and very appropriate.

That’s why living in China is so cute: amidst the dirt, chaos and sadness, precious things can be found everywhere, which makes people happy all morning, day, and life.I heard that the roads in Germany are bright, spacious, straight, neat and tidy, with towering trees planted along the way, but I suspect that if you walk too much on that kind of road, you will go crazy.There is also Canada, which is always an uninteresting, vague and deserted land in most people's minds, but my aunt said that it is better than any other place, the climate is cooler, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and there are red everywhere. The yellow and white bungalows on the roof are as clean as washed, and all of them have gardens attached.If given the choice, she would like to live there for the rest of her life.If I don't want to leave China, I'm already homesick.