Poetry, the Gate of Tuohe River —— Appreciation of Liu Yuebing's Tuohe Series Poems

Usually, life is compared to a river. What about the river? What do you compare this river to? Imagine a river. There is a family by the river. One day, a teenager pushed open the door and the courtyard door and walked a long way along the river. A few years later, when the young man reached middle age, he returned along the river on the day of 20 18 and 10. Liu Yuebing is this teenager. Years have witnessed him entering middle age and becoming a poet.

The way home is always full of reverie, such as the sparkling Tuohe River. And every dream is a contact with rivers, pebbles, sediment, swimming fish, or a leaf, a boat shadow. For a poet, nothing can support his thoughts more than language. At this time, poetry is the gate of Tuohe River. This is my feeling when I read Teacher Liu Yuebing's "Tuohe Series (Poems)": Seven poems are to open seven doors of Tuohe River and appreciate personnel. The doors of beautiful language are opened one by one, and people, years, rivers and languages are brilliant, emotional, moving, thoughtful and artistic.

First, ask questions.

This trip to the Tuohe River began in October, and the door of poetry opened in autumn. Fallen leaves touch the Tuohe River, and poetry asks about life.

Small branches and leaves falling on the Tuohe River

Are equal. Even at night, the shadow of berthing

Vaguely, immersed in water

There will be more such stops, and they will be more intensive.

The first sentence in the first verse of the first poem touched me. When writing about a river, first of all, it is not water or waves, but whether the small branches and leaves that fall on the river are equal. There was a pause: the poet used a "leaf surface" instead of a leaf. He was showing me an image on his back, an image of death. Although the life forms of branches and leaves are different, they die at the same time and drift on the Tuohe River: death makes all beings equal, and each of us leads to the same goal by different routes. The poet is sensitive, and the branches and leaves he sees during the day wither, even affecting the shadowy ship shadow of Tuohe River he sees at night. In fact, it is not the boat shadow immersion, but the poet himself immersed in thinking about life and death. The extension of the Tuohe River, such as the walk of time and life, only intercepts a fragment of time. When autumn comes, more withering will follow.

With all the branches and leaves, what about us?

We are the only ones. Get out of the car.

I am my own suitcase.

I chat with my friends.

The rainstorm in June 65438+1October 65438+March is a bit direct.

Reflection and comment lack autonomy.

Can't explain the thinness of Tuohe River.

Ripples are pushed away like music.

We got into the carriage and walked away.

Is this the only way out for us?

The Tuohe River seems to be getting darker and darker.

Time and time are flowing water.

We are the direction of the crowd.

Seeing the dense roads, they moved step by step.

Tuohe River is calm.

For example, several people are chatting in a hotel.

The wind blows from the window.

Falling leaves is failure.

Then there will be more reinforcements in the trees in spring.

Shoot new leaves by the Tuohe River.

Poets are most easily influenced by things and people. As the saying goes, "everything is ready, only the east wind is needed." Poems are named after rivers, but which one is not about people, but about "I" and "we". We were born to die. "We are the only ourselves" will never appear again. We walk with our souls. Our journey has a terminal, and the river is fast, so our explanation can't introduce those long-lasting things. In the night, the water waves, like the sound of a piano (here, I admire the poet's synaesthesia skills very much), spread to infinity, and the water flowed over the water, passing us after time.

We got in the car and left. Life is full of choices. This route has become a thing of the past and cannot be reversed. "Is this the only way for us?" How many questions there are in life, the answer is not important, the important thing is to ask the questions themselves. How many things have happened that human resources can't predict or change? As calm as Tuohe River. No matter whether it is a breeze or a strong wind outside the window, it is good to talk about poetry with hope. Beautiful: in spring, new leaves will dress up as new Tuohe River.

Second, memories.

As an image, rivers are always associated with time and time? There are many changes and feelings in the sentence "The deceased is like a husband". When the poet and his friends returned to their hometown along the Tuohe River, the past surfaced.

Tuohe River not far away.

Li, who teaches English

Speaking of the Tuohe River, it is the warm current on him.

He said that the rape blossoms were on the shore and he stopped.

It seems that the heroine poked her head out.

Music teacher Chen talks about his old classmate Zhang.

His children want to learn piano.

Come out of the old railway station

He used two Westinghouse rooms as wedding rooms.

Chen's memory is limited.

On the tracks, the train we climbed.

This is self-circulation. The green train recognized us.

Shoot the lights, in three trees that are nearly fifty years old.

Tremble slightly

I can't find the color of the year

Tuohe River was inexplicably mentioned to us.

Our separation from "it"

Can't decrypt it yet

It has achieved the perfection of our reality.

The wine in the cup

Suzhou is almost a window.

In the eyes of every year, there is violence in the Tuohe River.

Boundaries. waste

Has been covered by a new tree.

Like ruins—

I

Chenwangchao

plum

Pointing at the river, it looks fresh.

The word "ruins" spoken by time

Show our weaknesses

Everything has gone far, but not far. Writing poems and proposing topics are the key links. The title is well drawn up, which adds imagination to the following poem, broadens the realm and leads the whole poem to a higher realm. The topic of "Tuohe River not far away" not only means that the river as an entity is nearby, but also means that the past is close at hand because the poet has returned to the past. Old places make memories fresh, and rivers make memories smart and long.

In this poem, the memories of three colleagues are needless to say. This paper mainly talks about the image choice of this poem. Poets should use certain images to create poems. These images written in works are images. Poetry is a kind of creation and the product of the poet's subjective abandonment. Images are written through the choice and judgment of poets. Successful poetry is often based on successful image selection. When reading this poem, I like the images of "green train", "shooting lights" and "three trees" very much. The green train is a kind of rural Shaq wind, and the poet said it "recognized me". However, these three "nearly 50 years old" trees can't find the color of the year. These three trees are three people in the same trade: therefore, I am no longer here. The torrent of Tuohe River is unstoppable, and we are about to become a waste and a "site". People are weak, powerless and helpless, and all the changes and invariants in the world can only be accepted.

In another poem in this group, Tuohe Family, the poet recalled his own experience.

Tuohe renjia

Water is given to avoid heavy objects and can be very narrow.

I know the right side of the old railway station

A person's alley can be crossed without going through the ticket barrier.

I always get lost in Su Xian, and I will go straight ahead.

Early risers often pass by me.

There are several scattered cloth shops on Bayi Road.

The wooden archway is more concentrated there.

I had a rest and sat at the door of the barber shop.

A tired bird flew down from the water.

Sorry, the current uses the current.

Shielding water flow

Spend fifty cents on some old newspapers.

You can sit on the mat and read.

I have enough strength, mom.

The sun shines through the glass of the green leather train.

Sometimes it shines on my back.

The train is crazy, and my back is wide.

Isn't it?

The current told me not to look back.

You can make a fortune with gold.

The gate of Suxian County is open.

Sometimes procrastination is appropriate.

Cooperate with the vulgar shouts of the police

Pass him a cigarette occasionally.

No words

In this song, I read the temper of life. The poet went to Su Xian to buy goods, evaded tickets, bought newspapers and sat on the floor. The poet is a responsible person. "I have plenty of strength, mom," don't I? "My back is very wide." Poets are very good at grasping the characteristics of water. Water is for heavy objects to avoid and can be reduced. Water can bend, stretch and fall. I evaded the ticket around the narrow alley, as if the water was in the way. Finally, in the face of the police's clamor, the poet handed him a cigarette. "Nothing to say." The poet endured, persisted and fought silently. "Nothing to say", only struggle silently.

Here, I want to repeat the sentence "Water can be narrow to avoid heavy objects", because this sentence is not only a metaphor, but also quietly dominates the whole poem. It can be seen that the poet has great skill!

Third, you

Tuohe

You said: I left the Tuohe River by the road.

You say: The sun walks in the sky.

A portrait crushed by a wheel

Where is your cry?

Where are there no cages and prisoners?

You said: stop, it is facing time and space.

Learn to keep your mouth shut.

You're hanging in the air, letting those meaningless others.

play pendulum

You resist the people who should come.

I'm a little far away, and I'm near.

You name the trees nearby.

You said I let the dark Tuohe River pass early.

luminous

The current is inherently weak.

It was a long and boring day, but I was depressed.

Flow only to the side

Everything around the river bank

You talk about your relatives.

Which brick wall can be engraved with my head?

Which bark is suitable for divination?

My footprints are a little big.

The water of Tuohe River shines on you.

It's a little dirty

The identity of Tuohe River: a tributary

Its water is mild, and it admits its long journey.

Silent assembly (left hand side of Huaihe River)

It said to itself, "This is fate.

It's a midway departure. "

This tributary is also running water.

Suddenly become alienated and indifferent

The lonely figure came out, away from the noise.

Let the trees on both sides be green.

Let the passing cities be bustling and the lights under the eaves be warm.

What makes cold and cool is the face separated by water waves.

It is still unclear.

After breaking up, survival is a kind of self-discipline.

Wash your face brighter.

Collect your own images.

After Henan, it experienced the nourishment of the land in northern Anhui.

Do not want to go back

To outsiders, the farther away, the better.

Huaihe River, a man, will accidentally miss Tuohe River in the drizzle?

After the Tuohe River flows into Hongze Lake, will it pay a little attention to the Liuguan Temple in Henan?

These two poets wrote about love.

I have carefully read the poem Tuohe several times, and I really want to walk by the river and feel the poet's feelings. When I am full of emotions, I will imagine a soothing, lyrical and affectionate music facing the river and recite this poem vividly. "Tuohe River" is the title of this poem, but it is three words that clamp me: "You say"! Find the most beautiful sound for these two words, and let it "ripple away like a piano" with the scale wave of Tuohe River (this is a sentence moved by fallen leaves in Tuohe River). "You" is the word with the highest frequency in this poem, followed by "I". This poem is named "Tuohe River", which is the poet's emotional door, and the poem opens it. The word "you", like the gate of Tuohe River, poured out and drowned "I". As time goes by, "you" and "I" are rivers, waiting for each other, looking for each other and shining each other. ...

If Tuohe is a passionate lyric poem, then the identity of Tuohe: a tributary is a philosophical way to open Tuohe. Limited by space, I have to enjoy it briefly here. Tokh is a lover. When he broke up, it was a separation in the middle, a dull separation. In the fourth section of the poem, the poet created an image with words, a distinctive female image, a woman who was disciplined by the law of survival. She is arrogant, but after she flows into Hongze Lake, will she look back at the place where she broke up? As the main stream of Huaihe River, "this man" always disappears in the drizzle.

Fourth, the present.

Render to R.

By the river, standing opposite is my real scene.

The Tuohe River gently carries traffic.

bridge

It is difficult to move Luan trees, but nobody cares about tall buildings.

Dozens of heads, like occasional daisies.

People, walking in lower places, are higher.

A two-way road around the river

Higher ones are occupied by tall buildings.

"There is a small fish, and nothing is impossible."

Tuohe River flows down.

West cage, clouds rest.

Mix words and draw the sky.

It gradually throws away shadows and things.

-I smell women.

The brilliance of a city is a river.

A cheap printed book

I followed three or five pedestrians to avoid more pedestrians.

Watching them take photos from a distance.

The used water of Tuohe River will become the morning fog of tomorrow.

Two crops, Hehe and Ai He.

Eat and drink in an intimate manner

As the river flows into Hongze Lake, its whereabouts are unknown.

The house is located on the ground.

It's a point of a parabola, so I decided to turn it again.

You touched the thin air and brought you nothing.

I see cars that never stop.

See birds flying without any temperature.

See the riverbed?

Separate from the broken water

But I believe in this world.

I clean quietly.

Walking back and forth on a remote street corner

I recited the days and months.

The roadside is in twos and threes, all looking for my relatives.

I repeated.

Holding the key to the calendar in his hand.

The weather is fine.

Along our passage

This is the third and seventh poem in this series. There will be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers. I have to say that my interpretation of this group of poems is also very subjective and limited. I dare to write my own words and share them with you. Please give a different opinion. Based on my personal understanding, I divide these seven poems into four themes to appreciate. These two poems, I think the poet wrote about the present life.

The rendered Tuohe River used the word "rendering" in this topic. Rendering is a method of expression in Chinese painting, which has been gradually introduced into literary creation. So, what is the rendering of Tuohe River? Pedestrians in a hurry, such as dragon vehicles, reinforced concrete viaducts and hard tall buildings. Tuohe bears the traffic bridge, and people are in the lower place. Two-way street is a moral, people are busy after work. No matter how high it is, people are overwhelmed by tall buildings and work. Life is too stressful. People have a breath, or, into Hongze Lake, miss. This is the reality of the poet's life. This is the real life of each of us. Walking by the river, remembering the river and chatting in the hotel window are not the normal state of life. Poets are always romantic and long for freedom, but life is secular. Especially in the present situation, no poet can support his family by poetry. Poets must face life and existence, and can only be integrated with the outside world and become insiders.

Do I have to continue?

Speak to everyone

Get off the bus repeatedly and believe it.

Put "Tokh" into a scene.

And those bugs whose lives are hanging by a thread

Repeated memories are tampering with the Tuohe River.

Go through the city again. With you

Tell you

"Life must be squandered"

The house is located on the ground.

It's a point of a parabola, so I decided to turn it again.

Sister Xianglin must be the most popular image in Lu Xun's works. She is poor, but who really sympathizes with her? Life is not easy, and people's hearts become solid. Don't tell everyone! It is normal for a poet to wander repeatedly between poetic thinking and reality, which deepens the poet's pain. As poets, we should have the courage to accept the pain. "Get off the bus", end the trip, enter life, "believe in it", and embed poetry into the scene and "bugs". Through the city. And "you".

You touched the thin air and brought you nothing.

I see cars that never stop.

See birds flying without any temperature.

See the riverbed?

Separate from the broken water

But I believe in this world.

I clean quietly.

Walking back and forth on a remote street corner

I recited the days and months.

The roadside is in twos and threes, all looking for my relatives.

I repeated.

Holding the key to the calendar in his hand.

The weather is fine.

As long as there is "you", there is color and interest. Air, cars, birds, river beds, people, "you". The sun is shining, the autumn of Tuohe River is still warm, the days are used to squander, and the key is in my own hands. It was a "beautiful" day, with "you", and the pedestrians on the roadside seemed to be relatives. You're looking for me, and so are they.

"I" repeats, "I" does not repeat misfortune or sadness, "I" repeats the broken water and crystal-clear beauty, "I" repeats the chanting, day and month. There are "you" and "I" repeating warmth. Repeatedly turned around and saw "you" and saw the Tuohe River. My madness is the light of the river. No matter how many times I say it, words are flying to poetry. This is my window and door. Through it, I open the Tuohe River, the years and you, so that everyone, including you, can see "I", the man named Liu Yuebing, the poet.

Attachment: Liu Yuebing's original works

Tuohe Series (Poetry) Liu Yuebing

1 Fallen leaves touched Tuohe River

Small branches and leaves falling on the Tuohe River

Are equal. Even at night, the shadow of berthing

Vaguely, immersed in water

There will be more such stops, and they will be more intensive.

We are the only ones. Get out of the car.

I am my own suitcase.

I chat with my friends.

The rainstorm in June 65438+1October 65438+March is a bit direct.

Reflection and comment lack autonomy.

Can't explain the thinness of Tuohe River.

Ripples are pushed away like music.

We got into the carriage and walked away.

Is this the only way out for us?

The Tuohe River seems to be getting darker and darker.

Time and time are flowing water.

We are the direction of the crowd.

Seeing the dense roads, they moved step by step.

Tuohe River is calm.

For example, several people are chatting in a hotel.

The wind blows from the window.

Falling leaves is failure.

Then there will be more reinforcements in the trees in spring.

Shoot new leaves by the Tuohe River.

Tuohe River not far away.

Li, who teaches English

Speaking of the Tuohe River, it is the warm current on him.

He said that the rape blossoms were on the shore and he stopped.

It seems that the heroine poked her head out.

Music teacher Chen talks about his old classmate Zhang.

His children want to learn piano.

Come out of the old railway station

He used two Westinghouse rooms as wedding rooms.

Chen's memory is limited.

On the tracks, the train we climbed.

This is self-circulation. The green train recognized us.

Shoot the lights, in three trees that are nearly fifty years old.

Tremble slightly

I can't find the color of the year

Tuohe River was inexplicably mentioned to us.

Our separation from "it"

Can't decrypt it yet

It has achieved the perfection of our reality.

The wine in the cup

Suzhou is almost a window.

In the eyes of every year, there is violence in the Tuohe River.

Boundaries. waste

Has been covered by a new tree.

Like ruins—

I

Chenwangchao

plum

Pointing at the river, it looks fresh.

The word "ruins" spoken by time

Show our weaknesses

3 Tuohe River is rendered.

By the river, standing opposite is my real scene.

The Tuohe River gently carries traffic.

bridge

It is difficult to move Luan trees, but nobody cares about tall buildings.

Dozens of heads, like occasional daisies.

People, walking in lower places, are higher.

A two-way road around the river

Higher ones are occupied by tall buildings.

"There is a small fish, and nothing is impossible."

Tuohe River flows down.

West cage, clouds rest.

Mix words and draw the sky.

It gradually throws away shadows and things.

-I smell women.

The brilliance of a city is a river.

A cheap printed book

I followed three or five pedestrians to avoid more pedestrians.

Watching them take photos from a distance.

The used water of Tuohe River will become the morning fog of tomorrow.

Two crops, Hehe and Ai He.

Eat and drink in an intimate manner

As the river flows into Hongze Lake, its whereabouts are unknown.

4 Tuohe River

You said: I left the Tuohe River by the road.

You say: The sun walks in the sky.

A portrait crushed by a wheel

Where is your cry?

Where are there no cages and prisoners?

You said: stop, it is facing time and space.

Learn to keep your mouth shut.

You're hanging in the air, letting those meaningless others.

play pendulum

You resist the people who should come.

I'm a little far away, and I'm near.

You name the trees nearby.

You said I let the dark Tuohe River pass early.

luminous

The current is inherently weak.

It was a long and boring day, but I was depressed.

Flow only to the side

Everything around the river bank

You talk about your relatives.

Which brick wall can be engraved with my head?

Which bark is suitable for divination?

My footprints are a little big.

The water of Tuohe River shines on you.

It's a little dirty

5 Tuohe renjia

Water is given to avoid heavy objects and can be very narrow.

I know the right side of the old railway station

A person's alley can be crossed without going through the ticket barrier.

I always get lost in Su Xian, and I will go straight ahead.

Early risers often pass by me.

There are several scattered cloth shops on Bayi Road.

The wooden archway is more concentrated there.

I had a rest and sat at the door of the barber shop.

A tired bird flew down from the water.

Sorry, the current uses the current.

Shielding water flow

Spend fifty cents on some old newspapers.

You can sit on the mat and read.

I have enough strength, mom.

The sun shines through the glass of the green leather train.

Sometimes it shines on my back.

The train is crazy, and my back is wide.

Isn't it?

The current told me not to look back.

You can make a fortune with gold.

The gate of Suxian County is open.

Sometimes procrastination is appropriate.

Cooperate with the vulgar shouts of the police

Pass him a cigarette occasionally.

No words

6 The identity of Tuohe River: a tributary

Its water is mild, and it admits its long journey.

Silent assembly (left hand side of Huaihe River)

It said to itself, "This is fate.

It's a midway departure. "

This tributary is also running water.

Suddenly become alienated and indifferent

The lonely figure came out, away from the noise.

Let the trees on both sides be green.

Let the passing cities be bustling and the lights under the eaves be warm.

What makes cold and cool is the face separated by water waves.

It is still unclear.

After breaking up, survival is a kind of self-discipline.

Wash your face brighter.

Collect your own images.

After Henan, it experienced the nourishment of the land in northern Anhui.

Do not want to go back

To outsiders, the farther away, the better.

7 insiders

Do I have to continue?

Speak to everyone

Get off the bus repeatedly and believe it.

Put "Tokh" into a scene.

And those bugs whose lives are hanging by a thread

Repeated memories are tampering with the Tuohe River.

Go through the city again. With you

Tell you

"Life must be squandered"

The house is located on the ground.

It's a point of a parabola, so I decided to turn it again.

You touched the thin air and brought you nothing.

I see cars that never stop.

See birds flying without any temperature.

See the riverbed?

Separate from the broken water

But I believe in this world.

I clean quietly.

Walking back and forth on a remote street corner

I recited the days and months.

The roadside is in twos and threes, all looking for my relatives.

I repeated.

Holding the key to the calendar in his hand.

The weather is fine.

Along our passage