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I don't know
I didn't find out for a long time
I tried my best
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Pursue the sunset in the sea.
Tragic like a hero's sigh.
A star chases after it.
To the distant horizon
The sea breeze in the dark night.
Yellow sand was blown.
In the vast night.
A strong soul.
stepped on the fast horse of time.
Hualien Port, August 195).
Source: Selected Poems of Qin Zihao, Hong Kong Literature and Art Publishing House, 1987 edition.
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"Pursuit" is written about the ocean, and it is a subject that Chinese and foreign poets have written thousands of times over the years. Without new and individualistic aesthetic discoveries, and without new and original artistic expressions, it is impossible for poets to complete the creation of artistic conceptions. This work of Qin Zihao fully expresses the poet's strong sense of artistic individuality, and he creates an immersive reality for readers and a virtual environment that makes people's imagination active.
The sunset in the sea is as tragic as a hero's sigh", the beginning of the sentence is extraordinary. The poet writes about many sunsets, and Qin Zihao's sunset is similar to Du Fu's "The sunset heart is still strong, and the autumn wind is sick"; It is similar to Li Shangyin's "the sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk", but it is still Qin Zihao's unique aesthetic creation. The first sentence of the poem is written in reality, the second sentence is fictional, the time and space are vast, the imagery is magnificent, and it writes about the realm of reality and transcends the realm of reality, inspiring readers to have a high-level aesthetic understanding of the realm of life and the value of life.
Sunset is followed by dusk, "a star chasing past, to the distant horizon", the stars are in the sky, and the poet makes an expressive dynamic demonstration rather than a dull static description. After dusk is the night, "the sea breeze in the night blows up the yellow sand", the surrounding is black, the sea breeze is whistling, the yellow sand is flying, this is a picture of the appreciation, but also a complaint of the auditory **, they are full of sound and color, people can see and hear, symbolic archetypal imagery, leaving a vast world for people to relate. Then, the poet's sense of aesthetic subjectivity is once again exalted:
In the vast night, a strong soul stepped on the fast horse of time." The whole poem ends with a fictional writing, and the secret writing of "chasing" and "a star chasing the past" of the fast horse clearly writes "chasing", which clearly and secretly grasps the theme from both hidden and explicit aspects, constituting a hazy and exploratory artistic world, and its positive and deep connotation is far from the poet's own writing in the early thirties "like a traveler in a hurry, the vastness of the night" ("Like") can be compared, it shows the originality of the poet's aesthetics, and also shows the life proposition with universal value: real life, shouldn't there be lofty pursuits?
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Butterflies love flowers. The moon shines on the window and is suspicious, the flowers fall into the mud, and the east wind is remnant overnight.
A few jade flutes are scattered, and a few pots of wine will be bright.
I still remember parting and folding willow branches, mandarin ducks weaving, guqin playing acacia, most looking forward to green silk knots and white hair, and a cup of tea fragrance to remember the years.
Jiang Chengzi. The drizzle is deep in smoke, although the spring is still lingering, it is still fragrant, and the incense is overflowing.
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If you ask what you would like to do the most:
Winged birds, even branches.
The work of a friend of mine.
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