How to evaluate the migrant poet Xu Lizhi and his poems?

When I heard it for the first time when I watched the show, even if it was a poem read out by a lovely bean like Dou Wentao, I felt touched. It's emotional, it's real, it's not pretentious.

Xu Lizhi's poems include "New Day" and "Iron Moon".

Xu Lizhi (July 28, 1990 – September 30, 2014), formerly known by the pen name Qian Xiaochen, was a native of Jieyang, Guangdong, and a contemporary Chinese poet.

On July 28, 1990, he was born in a farmer's family in Dongliao Village, Yuhu Town, Jieyang City, Guangdong Province. In 2010, he began to write poetry. At the beginning of 2011, he entered the Shenzhen Foxconn factory as an assembly line worker.

Since 2012, he has published more than 30 poems and essays in the factory magazine "Foxconn People". On September 30, 2014, he fell from a building and passed away at the age of 24.

Creative features

In Xu Lizhi's poetry creation, which includes different themes, styles, themes, and forms, "death" is the first theme with overarchingness. He is fond of this theme, and in a state of "first-to-death" writing, he experiences and traces its devouring charm over and over again. This gives his poems of death, beyond rhetoric, a certain compelling power.

Xu Lizhi uses sincere and simple language, appropriate imagery, empiricism and scenographic writing to express the world of part-time work in which he lives. Taking "Sculpture on the Assembly Line" and "Terracotta Warriors and Horses on the Assembly Line" as examples, from "sculpture" to "terracotta warriors", the transformation of imagery and the restraint of emotions highlight the alienation of people in mechanical labor and the loss of "meaning" of the new day.

Xu Lizhi's poems include: "Sculpture on the Assembly Line", "Working Life", "The Moon Rises from the Factory", "My Granary", "Save", "I Think I Can Hold On", "Thought of by a Funeral Procession", "Elevator" and so on.

Xu Lizhi. The poems are: "Save It", "My Granary", "I Think I Can Hold On", "Thought of by a Funeral Procession", "Elevator".

1, "Save It": Except for a rain of tears in early autumn. Whatever can be saved, be saved.

Material things should be saved, money should be saved, despair should be saved, sadness should be saved, loneliness should be saved, loneliness should be saved, family and friendship and love should be saved. Save all of this and use it for the rest of your life in poverty. Tomorrow there will be nothing but repetition, and poverty will be in the distance, so you have no reason to be extravagant, everything must be saved.

You have to save, you have to save blood, you have to save cells, you have to save bones, don't say you have nothing to save anymore, at least you still have you, you can save.

2. "My Granary": I have a hungry granary in my body, it lacks the necessary fullness of blood, and my bones are rooted and grown in this barren land, and there are crooked branches from the tomato. As the days went on, two lobes of the lungs came out of the branches.

My breath pours out the green, the bitter bile of this wandering life at work.

Factories are scattered in the wilderness. The wilderness is full of my capillaries.

This trickle will irritate the processing industry in the south of the motherland day and night, and my ** is cracking day by day, and the rice fields above my head are withering in the autumn wind.

3. "I Think I Can Hold On": How long can I stay here? I have no way of knowing.

I think I'll be able to keep going, every day I think that. I think I can still hold on, I think when I'm standing, I think when I'm sitting, and when I'm asleep, I use my dreams. I think I still have a suspicious family, and every time I think of this, the cold of wandering outside is also warm.

I think I'm still young, doing some rough work and carrying some heavy loads, tired is tired, but I can also exercise. It's just that when the sun is gone, and being alone at night, I'm still a little confused and a little sad. Sometimes I rub my sleepy eyes and want to be clear, but I inadvertently blur my vision.

I think I'll be able to hold on until the sun blocks the moon and the stars.

4, "Thought of by a Funeral Team": I have witnessed many funeral teams, but over the years, there has not been any one like the one I see now, there are so many people at the funeral, and they cry so movingly, thinking that the deceased should be a very beloved character during his lifetime. I can't help but wonder if so many people will come after I die, cry for me, and send me off.

5, "Elevator": I walked in, a coffin that stood up, and as the coffin lid slowly closed, I was cut off from the world.

I know of the following Tibetan poem.

Many heroes stand up to greatness.

Zhigao is as high as Lu Lian.

Brave as a thorn.