The pen name of the original grass is poetic, and if you add the word "Qinghai" in front of the original grass, then the pen name of the original grass in Qinghai has the connotation of rootedness and strength in the original poetic.
The original grass is my classmate in the Lu Xun College of Literature, and the original grass is the blog name of my classmate's blog.
Now I have two books on my desk, "The Flame of the Spirit" and "The Light of the Snow in the Lowlands".
The spirit of the original Grass on the Plateau is not high, not in the sky, not in flight.
The spirit of Grass on the Plate is in the grass beneath his feet, and when we read his poems, we feel a powerful impact of life that is no less powerful than the wings of an eagle that fights in the wind and rain.
"When the Urgent Autumn Wind Walks on the Tip of the Grass": the immense autumn covers me y/
It holds up the torch of the biting wind ...... Faced with the pallid Qinghai-Tibet, faced with the tracking of the autumn wind, the poet Grass on the Plain obtains warmth and the illumination of the torch from a grass in the autumn wind.
I think this may be the reason why he named himself "Plateau Grass". He loved the plateau: the blue and boundless sky and the vast and distant snow-capped mountains were not only beauty but also vitality in his writing!
There is no spring on the plateau! The spring of the plateau is in the summer.
July, the plateau is only gradually spitting green ...... alpine grassland on the "grass" is only a few inches high, the Gesang flower is the most beautiful on the plateau, the most tenacious vitality of the "original flower! ", is also only a few inches high, the plateau people tube colorful "original flowers" also called "original grass". In fact, the "grass on the original" neither specifically refers to the grass on the plateau, nor specifically refers to the flowers on the plateau, it specifically refers to the spring on the plateau does not exist.
"The male plateau, do not like the beautiful dance of the season. Swarthy plateau, only like the desolation in the horse whip shepherdess, her big red and green dress, always the breath of spring ......"
This is the original on the grass, he found in no spring on the plateau of the beauty of the landscape as spring: the desolation in the horse whip shepherdess!
The spirit of the grass on the original comes from life, in his eyes, "the snowy peaks of the plateau, the peaks are sage philosophers ......", the towering Kunlun spit out storms, so that the whole plateau is filled with blood to move.
While the original grass in the blood of the western tough, but he is never good high more not overly ambitious, his attention and emotional dependence is always the grass in the wind. He sings and likes is the grass in the open field in winter: "It has no ability to stand down ...... / those bad winds blowing it around / look at its confused look / look at the look of tears in its eyes / / a sparrow / over its head / looking for an opportunity / to transport it away. "
I think in the poet's heart and blood must also flow like an eagle's desire and impulse to fly in the sky, only, when he looks up to the sky and the eagle's wings, the storms and tribulations of life make him hold the soil under his feet more firmly and more tightly.
During his schooling at Luyuan, he wrote a poem, "We are together next to the cold black": "In Beiping By the Erdougou River / Mosquitoes wake up from between the dormant grasses / ...... / / Erdougou River A crack in the black... ...I stepped on the ground, it was hard to gauge the depth of the night// I collected my inner blood and light// I waited for a small low peach tree/ it clutched the buds on its branches/ we were together in this cold darkness ......"
Between the lines of the poem, I read a heavy night and a trap as unsettlingly cold and frigid as the cold is overwhelming and confusing.
About this poem, Grass on the Plateau asked me how I felt.
At the time, I wanted to awaken the eagle or flight that slept in his blood. So I said, 'This poem is too personal and emotional, but of course, it's very poetic, and you can try to write about bigger subjects in the future.
The next day, I found Grass on the Plateau to continue talking about poetry.
I said, "Put your black night imagery in the Lu Xun College of Literature to write about.
What kind of poem would be born if you think about it in the dark night of Lu Xun College of Literature?
The grass on the ground looks confused, is it appropriate to put the black night imagery in the Lu Xun College of Literature? I said: Lu Xun is thinking in the dark night, you like to smoke, Lu Xun likes to smoke, in the Lu Xun College of Arts and Letters your cigarette and Lu Xun's cigarette butt, will be the butt of thought.
The original confusion of the grass gradually changed to enlightenment, I continued: "Because of excessive smoking, Lu Xun got tuberculosis, late coughing with blood. In the dark night, if you can feel a pain, it is not only the physical pain of traveling through time and space, but also the great pain and love of worrying about the country and the people."
A few days later, the grass on the original wrote the poem "Thinking of Mr. in Luyuan" -- a poem inspired by a conversation with the military poet Kangqiao. "Thinking of Mr. in Luyuan Often thinking of / that violent coughing sound Thinking of the fingers holding a cigarette roll / the fire flickering in the misty smoke / / in the wind and snow /
Mr. Holding up a beam of light / shouting and singing in the darkness of the night / / Thinking of Mr. in Luyuan Often thinking of / that violent coughing sound Whenever the late night comes / I am struck by a vague coughing sound / that makes the soul shouting in pain."
I liked this poem so much that I talked to Grass on the Plateau about abstraction and figuration in poetry. I said, "Poetry is abstract, but poetry is even more figurative, the abstraction that comes after the figurative.
A few days later, I saw "Sanlu Dafu" by Harakami Kuso. The poem, which became his classic at the Lu Xun College of Literature, is one of the rare good poems in today's poetry world.
"The sunlight intoxicates the sky of Chu / The court is starry-eyed, and the chants are like a tidal wave / The eagles and dogs are busy dissociating, and the new king's palace is built on a cloud / The ministers are in a swooning mood / The old king escaped from death in the faraway land of Qin / / In the land of Chu, only the great man of Sanlvu / Will sew up the cracks in the earth with his sword battles / An uplifted bronze sword / In the vast country of Chu is so Isolated / you will be sharp blade, piercing the blue sky / piercing the boundless hidden pain in the heart / / ...... and you keep your body like a grain of white rice / can not allow others to tarnish your soul / you look up to the sky after a long whistle / the churning Miluo River instantly embraced you tightly / you jumped into the clean and pale heart."
This is the real grass on the original, although his spirit is in the grass under his feet, but he has a spring in his heart with the eagle's ambition to fight the sky. That's why Qu Yuan in his writing says: "After raising his voice to the sky, he returns to the soil and the rivers of mud, which are clean and pale inside."
Our spirit can't just be in the high places, more often than not, we have to be like Grass on the Plateau, so that the high places of the spirit are at our feet, in the roots and whiskers of a little grass under our feet that grasps the soil in the storm, in the soil and the endless life on the soil and the reproduction power of life. This is what the grass in the field teaches us.
Like grass on the original grass cherish the existing, solid become his character, quality. During his schooling at LU Academy, he listened to the lectures attentively, thought y about the current literature and creation, and utilized his spare time to communicate with his teachers and classmates. The book The Flame of the Spirit is his lecture notes and reading notes from the 11th Advanced Study Program for Young and Middle-aged Writers at the Luxun Academy of Letters.
I saw my conversation with Mr. Wang Meng in this note of his lecture "The Way of Literature". I admire the seriousness of Grass on the Plains, who recorded every class, every discussion and colloquy at LU Academy by heart. During the time I attended LU Academy, I was hospitalized in Jinan for a while due to a recurrence of heart disease, and I regretted that I was not able to listen to many of the lessons and discussions. Now, I carefully read his notes for a comprehensive compendium and remedial lessons.
I have benefited a lot from reading his articles. I have learned to feel the delicate sensitivity of a loofah's tentacles running on the edge of happiness like the original grass; I have learned to use the speed and quality of poetry to cross the plains, the canyons, and the recurring consciousness of night to sing the song that erupts from my chest; I have learned to see the light in the snow and ice of the lowlands like the original grass, and that's the reason why I have been reading the original grass' "Spiritual Flame" and "Snow in the Lowlands". " and "The Light of Snow in the Low Places".