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1. Brief description:

From right to left: Lu Gou Xiaoyue.

Zhengduo sad dawn moon, sleeping geese stay on the frost bridge.

Shangshan early travel. Wen Tingyun set out in the morning to conquer the priesthood and traveled to his hometown.

The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track is frosty on the bridge.

Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, citrus aurantium flower Ming post wall.

Because of the dream of Du Ling, the wild goose is full of return to the pond.

Found a little information on the Internet:

Wait a while and then attach an appreciation, you need to read it several times.

The American Imagist poet Ezra Pound argued: "A true genius is in a happy relationship where he is able to transform a concept into an aesthetic image, and to express the aesthetic image accurately." ”

When I read this poem, I have such a feeling, from the perspective of the sky, the poet uses this poem to bring us a different experience. I don't know the poet's background experience, so let's temporarily attribute the ** of this experience to "marginal" and "lively".

In the selection of imagery, planes, clouds, rivers, stars, etc.

Something to ...... out of the house）

[Author Analysis]:

Lajiadu: , whose real name is Longhuabing. Poet, media person, culture and art communicator.

Born in November 1976 in Songzi County, Hubei. He currently lives in Guangzhou.

He has successively worked in the newspapers of "Guangzhou Youth Daily", "Southern ***" and "Southern Weekly", and is now the chairman of Longmai Cultural Communication Agency.

This is a contemporary poem that starts from an airplane, radiates to the sky, and extends to life.

The poet expresses the philosophy and thinking in a language that is close to visualization and stream of consciousness:

Imagery translation] Airplanes burn oil, and oil is the fossil of trees, and the fossils are decomposed and burned, floating in the air, just like the clouds that have taken root in nature because of the role of man, "airplane".

And become connected and complete.

One day, I burned through the fossil trees and flew to the snowy mountains, and the earth warmed.

The water rises. The world is different because of the roar of the machine.

Life rises and falls, cycles, and leaves fall back to the roots.

Life and death are wide and round.

Walk through and stand. We go back to how we felt in childhood.

Do your homework together and look forward to growing up one day.

Expect ourselves to be like trees turned into oil and then buried in the clouds.

Looking forward to counting the stars.

One is yourself.

But finally there is one that is myself.

Whether it's on a plane or in heaven.

So we used to finish our homework (grow up) and sing (cheerful) in exchange for the autumn son (depression) and our own face (crystal gaze) [poetry appreciation].

I could only see a few planes flying by from this angle (the airport).

Human consciousness is like this, unpredictable, difficult to describe, happy with sorrow, dark with light.

Probably even the poet himself.

It is impossible to describe what he is depicting.

But marginalized poetry.

It may not be the answer that you want.

Rather than revealing the answer.

This is the re-creation of poetry.

Because poetry, not mathematics.

Prose poems, written by yourself? Some mood!

The one you're asking about isn't a poem, it's a cartoon.

A person's life is like riding a bus: we know that it has a beginning and an end, but we can't predict the experience along the way. Some people have a long trip, while others have a short trip; Some people are very calm and can enjoy the scenery outside the window; Some people are very calm and can enjoy the scenery outside the window;

However, compared to people who are hanging from the door of the car and may fall down at any time, it seems to be comforting. Seats are an essential opportunity for comfort and elegance, so they are always being scrambled. Some people are lucky enough to be seated as soon as they get in the car; Some people are very unlucky, even if the whole car is seated, he is still standing; Sometimes the seat in another place keeps vacating, but there is no movement next to you, and when you make up your mind to go away, the person in the seat just now just leaves just right.

In order to sit or keep their seats, some people disregard their conscience and even hurt others; Some people have to give up their seats to others for one reason or another, and some people have used various ways to go through a long wait and finally be able to sit down, but at this time he has arrived at the station, and the moment he gets off the train, he looks back on the carriage, and may sigh for a seat and think that he has a great understanding. In fact, even if he starts over, he will still fight for it, because sometimes if you don't sit down, you won't even have a place to stand, unless you never get on the bus, and it's not up to you. The people who arrived at the station got down, and the people on the car were still there, still bustling, still going up and down ......