A poem by Zhou Mengdie Rush 10

Under the linden tree. Hyundai Zhou Mengdie.

Who is the one who hides the mirror in his heart?

Who would go through his life barefoot?

All eyes are blinded, who can make fire out of the snow, and make it snow? Under the linden tree.

A man with only half a face raised his eyes to the sky, and sighed at the blue that wanted to bow down to him from a high place.

Yes, there are already people sitting here!

The grass is blue. Even in winter.

Even though the footsteps of the tarsal skuller are gone, you still have them.

Rely. The joy of a relatively close conversation with the back of Fengyue.

How many springs have you been sitting down? How many summers have you been acquainted with? When you come.

Snow is snow and you are you.

After the night, the snow is not snow, and you are not you until this night is minus 10 degrees Celsius.

When the first meteor is revealed, you will be amazed

Snow is still snow, you are still you.

Although the footsteps of the tarsal are far away, only the grass-colored blue.

1, Zhuang Zhou dream butterfly, butterfly dream Zhuang Zhou, butterfly is not a dream, dream is not a butterfly, butterfly is also a butterfly, dream is also a dream, butterfly has no dream, dream has no butterfly, Zhuang Zhou dream butterfly what it looks like, snow into water difference can be simulated, also dream also butterfly also Zhuang Town, also snow and water in the void. This may be the impression given to readers by the Taiwanese poet Zhou Mengdie, who sticks to the "lonely country" of poetry, which is very unfamiliar to mainland readers.

2. Zhou Mengdie is the most important material expression of snow in poetry.

3. The material imagination of snow in Zhou Mengdie's poems, from the image of "loneliness" at the beginning, the image of "nothingness", and then to the image of "tranquility", shows the three aesthetic images of his material imagination of "snow".

4. In Zhou Mengdie's poems, snow has become the objective counterpart of the poet's soul, reflecting the spiritual realm of the traditional Chinese literati Ma Li Gundam. The special images he can imagine, the complex situations he encounters, the confusion of his thoughts that he can and can't control, are all reflected in his poetic texts. Snow is the background of Zhou Mengdie's poetry, and it is also the background color of his life.

Zhou Mengdie's poetry works are completely based on the thick narrative of his personal experience, the effect of being outside the object, such as the pure and natural wordlessness of "snow", which concretizes the deterrent power created by the religious nature and the physical human body, giving people a strong spiritual impact, fully embodying the highest dignity of life that cannot tolerate the slightest blasphemy and violation, revealing a side of the relationship between religion and man and nature, and has a very unique aesthetic value.

Li Shangyin's "Jin Se".

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

There is a fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles. Melt.

for a bird, its name is Peng; Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles; Angry and flew ......— Zhuangzi. Nothing to lose. Looking back.

The clouds turn white, and the waves rise;

Boundless and vast and empty.

Zhan smiled like an echo.

Left behind me in the shadows.

From the cold Beiming.

I have a long back and long claws.

Still lingering on the wetness of last night;

There will be a time to wake up from a dream

The haze peeled off his fingers, and it was a hundred feet of thunder.

Yesterday it had sunk, and even the tears of the merman had dried up;

Leaping, my heart is in the cold.

Gao Han is the eyes of the big bottom.

I was the one who didn't stop the eyes.

It is not a pursuit, it must be pursued.

Not transcendence, must be transcendence.

The clouds are tired, and the wind is holding on.

The wind is tired, and there is the sea to hold it up.

Are you tired of the sea? Tired of the embankment? Only ascend to sleep.

Flying as the end.

It still has to stop flying.

The world is on my wings.

Just like the stars in the past, I am in my guts.

The mighty nature ...... under my laughter

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