Singing about the people in the world ―― Comment on Xu Hui's twenty-four solar terms poems.

-Comment on Xu Hui's Poems of Twenty-four Solar Terms.

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Xu Hui made his mark in Jiangsu literary world as early as seventeen years ago, and published a lot of literary works. After a silence of 14 years, 20 15 came back, showing a vigorous trend and published many poems and comments. It has attracted the attention of literary circles in a short time. China Forum, Jiangsu Writers, Lianyungang Literature and other more than ten paper media and online platforms were grandly recommended. Rich life experiences, full humanistic feelings and profound cultural connotations make his poems full of tension and connotation. His lyric poems, especially love poems, are particularly prominent, and are called "Prince of Love Poems", "Cangyang Jiacuo in the world" and "Genius Critics" by insiders. Therefore, reading Xu Hui's poems is often infiltrated by his emotional contagion. His newly created poems about the twenty-four solar terms are magnificent and colorful.

I get up with my clothes on/use the last water of winter/wash away the fatigue on my face/The new four seasons have started again/No matter what I care/I will smile/take care of my less and less spring (beginning of spring). A year's plan starts with spring. Spring has come and everything is revived. The poet's fatigue comes from this world, from his perception and touch of this messy world. The rapid development of society makes people see things in a blur and feel at a loss, or some people are walking on thin ice. In these painful words, I seem to see how a passionate and loving person is swallowed up by the secular world and stranded a little. Less and less spring is also a sigh of life, and there is too much nostalgia for the ruthless years. However, the poet is optimistic. He faces the world full of spring with a smile and calmness.

The poet's language is unpretentious, without flowery rhetoric and profound mystery, and poetry overflows every integrity of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The famous poet simply said that poets should not pretend to be mysterious. In my opinion, a concise view is extremely reasonable. Poets should write honestly, express your life with true feelings and embrace the whole world with true love. Like an ascetic monk, he bowed to the holy land in the eyes of pilgrimage in three steps. In the bitter wind and rain, I am not afraid of the bumpy future, and the future is slim, but I have compassion and great love. Regardless of life and death, the poet is caring for the world, and he is caring for the whole world and the whole life. Xu Hui wrote in the poem Qingming: Fifteen years/My sorrow is like grass on a grave/The longer it grows, the more it grows/I will uproot it/cultivate new soil/communicate with the deceased/The fate is near/I don't know whether the rain of the deceased/will wet your window lattice. Fifteen years, a word "music" can't help but make me sigh. How many fifteen years have I lived? Fifteen years fell on the people's grass and lived humbly. In fifteen years, what kind of setbacks did the poet experience, so that sadness is like weeds growing on the grave. The poet lives among the dead, but stubbornly wants to communicate with the dead. It is not difficult for us to guess that the poet's heart is dead and only the body is alive. He communicated with the dead with his heart, which was actually a dialogue between life and death. "Life is at stake", a person's life will go to death step by step from birth, whether you are rich or a beggar living on the street. Emotions and sorrows accompany life. The poet felt sorry for himself in the rainy atmosphere during the Qingming Festival. He misses the dead more and doesn't want the rain on earth to wet their windows. But what can a poet do? He couldn't stop the torrential rain, including his blurred eyes. "I will take the time to visit relatives and friends/enjoy the sunshine/write off what the world owes me/repay what I owe to the world/try to repay with interest/look back on the bridge/be clean and tidy everywhere." Show the great love and self-discipline of the poet everywhere, and show the poet's personality charm. As a man of letters, it's perfect for Xu Hui.

The poet strolled in the square and saw many people dancing in the square dance. People dance in the night, as if they have never had troubles and sorrows, as if they live a free and easy life and are happy. The poet observed their dancing and thought that he was no longer young, so he couldn't help feeling seven points and being bitter eight points. When his life is frustrated, he often drinks to drown his sorrows. Although he often introspects, he can't defeat his demons after all. Year after year, talent has passed away and is hidden in the void of the world. "Life begins at the age of 50/so domineering/first of all, I need physical support/I have been aching all over" (summer solstice), which shows that the poet's pain and discomfort come not from the physical level, but from the spiritual level. In fact, the poet refers not to himself, but to all sentient beings, which is an ultimate humanistic concern. Poets are saints, prophets and spokesmen of the times. Poets are closest to divinity. Jin Lu, a famous critic, wrote in the article "The Poet Should Blow the Horn of the Times" that "poetry expresses nothing more than two kinds of care: life care and social care, and two kinds of care are two kinds of endorsements". "Many chapters on life care, starting from the poet's real life experience at that time, broke the similar feelings of millions of people at that time." Xu Hui stood on a high place and used Buddhist philosophy to release his inner light. "I'm like a golden cicada who has just shelled/breathing is the first cry after exhaustion/friends say it's sweet/I smile" (Little Summer), and the poet's keen observation is always counterintuitive and unexpected. "I Smile", what is the poet laughing at? There must be an ambush in the smile. Maybe it's a knife, maybe it's hail. This knife is a scalpel, not a butcher's knife; This hail, from heaven, almost reached Cangshan Erhai Lake. The poet's smile is so cold. He denied the sound of nature, the beautiful cicada singing. The poet thinks that cicada singing is a mockery of human beings, even a slander. Poets are inseparable from the secular world, and the dust of the secular world often makes people unable to breathe normally. However, they are accustomed to, accustomed to resignation, accustomed to running around, accustomed to submit to humiliation, accustomed to listening to other people's suggestions. The poet in the mud pushed open the whole body's imprisonment, explored the blue sky and held lotus fragrance, so the pool was full of fragrance. "Listen to the sounds of nature/feel like a lotus", "From one lotus to another/full of lotus, my piety is obvious (Little Summer), and a lotus is a Dojo. The poet meditates, writes scriptures devoutly and has extraordinary literary talent.

In a few years, we will all be far away from this disturbing world. It snows heavily, and you can't avoid going anywhere. Winter has come, "Fifteen years later/my spring is like a monument/surrounded by weeds in the spring breeze" (Great Cold). At that time, I couldn't feel the coldness of the world and the warmth of human feelings. Year after year, year after year, weeds wither and flourish, showing the world that there is still a little vitality here.

Get rid of the noise of the world and embrace poetry. In my hometown, in a foreign land, poets are so pure. If you love, please love deeply, because the hometown and childhood are getting farther and farther away, and those remaining memories may be erased one day. What do you pay tribute to future generations? Xu Hui, a poet, is walking in a foreign land, singing and whispering about the south. Poetry is in the distance, and the distance is hometown and childhood.

I hope this poet will make great achievements in the years to come.

Hangzhou 20 17-9- 14-.