What's the matter (poet)?
Introduction: "What's the matter with Xinyingchuang Xiaoyu" is a collection of American prose poems, with about 6.5438+0.8 million words. It has beautiful language, beautiful style, full of philosophical thoughts, narrative, lyrical, descriptive, mixed and diverse forms.
catalogue
The first episode. Fire, shadow, night and wind
Dark worm \ hibernating fragrance \ shy \ who am I? \ Fire of Will \ Season of the Galaxy \ Home of Frontier Defense \ Tears in the Sea \ Years of True Love \ Little Vows \ Men and Women \ Sleepless Waiting \ No Loss of Nature \ Night of Civilization \ Night Fantasy \ Snowflake Tale \ Indulge day and night \ God's will \ The footsteps of dawn \ Reveal Acacia \ The gestation of inspiration \ Be bored and lingering. The side door at night \ deep rose \ gentle nobility \ discordant darkness \ screaming phantom \ pouring strength \ the temperature of first love \ the shadow of water \ disappearing intrusion \ mother's trace \ angry fragrance \ wisdom sensibility \ demolition.
The second series. History, Memory and War
Historical sites \ war journey \ rental houses \ ruins reverence \ emerging ancient temples \ sand grave dictionary \ migrant workers \ national regret \ desolate sky \ exhausted disillusionment \ companions haggard \ happy time \ Iraqi-like mystery \ book realm \ boundless fantasy \ life is short \ four seasons in the sky \ on the Lugou Bridge, protecting the road.
The third series. Love, marriage, love and love
Lies of youth \ ripples of indulgence \ fireflies \ impetuous sadness \ torrent of memories \ warnings of nightingales \ quiet windows \ silent years \ dreamy love \ dissolute hearts \ yellow temptation \ faint inspiration \ expression and pursuit \ thin preference \ last fishing fire \ love bubble \ considerate first kiss \ the most beautiful misunderstanding \
The fourth series. Life, Life and Thought
Artistic temperament \ cultural power \ reappearance of jealousy \ life talk \ take a look at me again \ fission of flames \ life gossip \ giving is virtue \ idle love poems \ life sentiment \ life is like a dream \ talk about life again \ wait \ vague waste \ turn over a new leaf. The beautiful image of the landscape \ The bridge doesn't flow \ Lost in a color \ Sleeping in the moonlight \ The epitome of fine clothes \ Lonely and cool night \ Feelings \ Hidden arc \ You are my dream \ The fragrance of bathing \ The demon of the senses \ In the dead space \ The moon shines on people \ An open wolf \ Infinite gap \ Look around.
The fifth series. Shanhuashuitian
The top of the mountain \ brilliant \ lonely pool \ clear tail feathers \ unruly eyes \ white Iraqis \ bloodshot love \ elegant vagrants \ opportunities to have each other \ goddesses \ handbags \ lying and watching the shadow of spring \ moving on \ faint voice \ conveying micro feelings \ lonely tenderness \ truth \ Dada's horseshoe \ to the dusk.
The sixth series. Life, Fate and Happiness
How long will it take to break the cocoon, the trembling flame, the bound dust, the throbbing love letter and the lingering quilt? \ Slipping thermos \ mirror abyss \ silent posture \ drifting echo \ soul spurting \ old and new world \ vertical and horizontal background \ overdraft sunset \ boundless hatred \ the grace of surging waves \ shocking years \ unfortunate curse \ stirring beauty \ Shan Ye's fear \ Don't say goodbye \ infinite life \ fear nature \ despise death \
The seventh album Monroe Guangsheng
Doubt of Sunset, Wandering in the Kingdom of Heaven, Beautiful Ballads, Humble People's Soul, Doomsday, Down-and-Out Village, Youth and Desert, Chanjuan's Whispering, Helpless Ripples, Purple Notes, Bloody Spring Flowers, Past of Thorns, Lonely Apricot Rain, Broken Smile, Retaining Spring Night, etc. Traces of quiet night \ letters and whispers \ shy waiting \ DreamWorks \ innocent clouds \ girl's heart \ a cup of kindness \ a stumbling iron casting \ an angry breeze \ light.
The eighth album Time, time and youth
The curtain of life \ dry years \ romance \ endless regrets \ ups and downs \ clouds by the lake \ faint plantains \ majestic meaning \ criss-crossing buildings \ people who look back \ the choice of youth \ the weight of lonely souls \ gazing thoughts \ floating in the world \ the gains and losses of traces \ woven sadness \ lies \ uncertain years \ clear.
Ninth album. I, if, cause and effect.
Hidden Times \ Noble Beads \ Humble Words \ Candle Shadows Shake \ I don't know \ Flowers flying under the mountain \ Freedom and debauchery \ Unintentional release \ Strange eyes \ Love it \ Willows are free \ Time urges old \ Accidentally, of course \ Calm and confident \ Discoloration and embarrassment \ Two hearts \ If you can be happy \ Love feeling \ Look forward to beautiful. Civilization, culture and art are poor in yellow sand, desert introspection, full of art, decoding silence, prosperous days, unwilling to drift, perhaps, the law of the jungle, unconsciously, sin or budding, forgotten times, wealth morality, civilized acupoints, butterfly feather pulse law, cloud propagation, desert beach, desert living alone, prosperous times.
Excerpt: the first episode. Fire, shadow, night, wind 1
Dark worm \
The night masked all the strange sights. ──? Fools Go Abroad Mark Twain
That? Darkness? Is it? No? Darkness? With what? You. With you, darkness is no longer darkness. Firefly, you can be the biggest secret of the dark forest. You are the biggest bane of endless darkness. With you, thinking at night may shine.
You know, even during the day, its mind can be dirty. The fate of the world and good and evil always intersect in overlapping, so that we can't tell the chaos of human nature. Perhaps, what we call honest officials should be sunflowers in the sun, not owls at night.
Someone once warned that if we want to be as honest and clean as possible, just like driving away the night by day, then we must first assume that everyone is the biggest corrupt official, Xiao Shenyang. If we want to minimize the dark forces, we must assume that the brightest sun is needed everywhere.
2. The smell of hibernation
Forever/Fire is the center of winter/When the forest is burning/Only stones that refuse to be surrounded/bark endlessly ── Untitled North Island
The shrouded winter snow continued intermittently into the following winter. And the early autumn was also connected with the next summer, with a beginning and no end. How should we wake up and gain insight into the cold winter? In a word, it is fire. Two words, with fire. The west wind pretends to press my lips gently, and the north wind solemnly wipes my eyes.
So, I ignored it, resting on the hope of love compilation, hibernating and sleeping for a long time. My happiness began when I fell asleep, and then spread to my frozen body little by little. "In the past, snow was like a flower, but now it is like snow" (Xue Fan). Flowers and snow are certain. Thought will grow in hibernation. In dusty places, flowers and trees have their own flowering periods, and they are also eager to be more natural and perfect after a sleep. In the snow dream, I returned to the breeze of Sophora japonica in June, which was as shallow as a sparse star in my heart. It seems that there is a person whose sweetness and gentleness are floating from the ends of the clouds, and her temples are dripping with cool fragrance.
Spring is red and green, summer is green, autumn is golden, winter is innocent, and even the old wind has its own glory. And the whole grains of the world will give birth to a strange secular desire in deep sleep. Hope and memories are intertwined, and only lukewarm can I climb up sincerely along the cold shyness, so I fell into a winter dream again.
Step 3 be shy
"The most is the gentleness of that bow,/like the invincible shyness of a lotus in the cool breeze."
-"Song of ANNA" Xu Zhimo conquered a man who despised women all over the world with his gentle and casual gentleness and low eyes. She is like a charming bodhi lotus in the hands of the Buddha, with a little power to turn people into sentient beings. That gold has always been shining with sincerity, but I can't break into your trembling heart city because of your first love.
So, I lost again. For a long time, I dare not stare at the flowers in your beautiful eyes. This feeling is better than "getting wet in clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, blowing cold breeze" (monk Zhi 'an), and the result is only "clothes are getting wider and wider, and people are gaunt for Iraq" (Liu Yong). There seems to be a ray of yellow light in the vast darkness, and your broken heart is mixed with mottled shadows on the ground. Your willfulness and negligence are the unadorned helplessness and anxiety of this world. Fate is an irregular shuttle, and there is nothing you can do.
4. Who am I? \
Don't look at your eyes./Don't look at your eyebrows. /I see you in my heart,/I forget who I am. -"Forget Who I am" Li Ao
You are my soul, just as the jade wheel is the soul of the night. I never thought that one day you would really forget who I am. From the beginning of the creation of the axe, chaos also acquiesced in our inseparability:
You and I are the blood of the same God, and our blood comes from the same China people.
Now, we are separated by different buildings. You often pass by the windowsill in my dream like the wind, but you never look at me in the room-even unintentionally.
Every time I find you out of date, your background will stay in the corner of my eye. Your simple back, like a sharp dagger without edge, has been exposed before it started, and my heart began to drop blood. The sky has always been a clear reflection and an inclusive perspective in my heart, but at this time, this extremely distant state of mind has opened a deep scar because of your indifference. I stared at you until your back curled up into a black spot in my eyes again. I'm not a dream. Your sunshine doesn't need to rush me away. This time, I finally chased it out desperately.
When the black spot became bigger, I stopped you loudly: Cloud! Cloud! You turned around inadvertently, and the expression on your brow still killed my soul instantly and took my soul away. I look at you with anticipation, waiting for your formal expression. But you cast a cold and unfamiliar look. Once again, it pierced my body and stung my heart like a volley arrow with a hidden weapon. I want to tell you that we are not humble relics in our whole life. Will you really forget me?
But before I could speak, you simply asked: Who am I?
5. Fire of Will
No matter how strong a tough guy is, once he falls into the melting pot of suffering, he will be shaken when the suffering intensifies, and his strong character will be scorched by the burning fire. ── "Ghost" Nikolai Gogol? Instinct? Yes? Answer? Men? Is it? Where to? Pursuit? Everything? That? Fly away? From where? Him? , what else? Where to? Fly? From where? All of them? That? Pursuit? His instinct is to chase things that fly away from him and avoid things that chase him. My arrogance is your tolerance.
You indulge my splendor too much, but you don't inflate my filth. You overestimate my taste, but it also reflects your vulgarity. This sense of hierarchy may be the source of happiness. In my eyes, the parade of the will never beats gongs and drums, and the handsome belief will not be chartered by the years.
Delicate honor often becomes a heavy burden, and greetings from other mountains can only convey a long-term and short-term warmth.
6. The season of the Milky Way
The Milky Way can't help but shed a fairy tale, and you splash ink to render a prophecy without ups and downs. Lonely flowers hide in the broken corner of summer, which is a summer solstice of broken flowers Moonlight always leaves a lonely shadow behind you. Lost the intense heat of consciousness, covering all the illusions as gorgeous as the sky. I can point out a proposition that if you live for thousands of years, it is irreversible for God. You often chase the moon and drink the clear liquid of rain and dew, and you are often stabbed in the heart by roses. Most people remember the exquisite beauty of the Iraqi people, but forget the capital of youth itself. The weeping fountain used to be your bathhouse. You have been to a quiet pond. As the saying goes, "Yang Huachun is blown away, and the new green rain in the pond adds scars" (Yugui), I know you can't help it. When the tide in my heart overflows the ancient shore, the water mist becomes an immortal feeling.
7. Home of Frontier Defense \
? Moon, don't reflect my shadow,/wind, don't make any noise; /The motherland is sleeping,/resting in the sound of the sea. /We set off, accompanied by the bright moon,/We set off, full of stars all day long; /The watchful night is as tense as a string,/Bayonets indicate the loyalty of soldiers.
-Listening in the Moonlight Guo Xiaochuan
The epiphyllum of frontier defense blooms at midnight and must fall before dawn. Baiyun disdains the mountain at the moment, and no man's land is as quiet as heaven. The sentry here is the bravest god of war, and their unyielding backbone is propped up with clank of iron. The persistence of the tour is an endless stream of traffic. The setting sun is attached to the ice and snow on the summit, and the cold breath is as lonely as the endless horizon. The cold snow on the summit and the warm tears in the soldiers' eyes always set each other off.
What you see is the peace of the motherland, and what you see is the boundary of mountains and rivers. No one can appreciate the magnificence of the great mountains and rivers of the motherland better than you, and no one can appreciate the taste of the country better than you. In the lonely regret, no one can be stronger than you, as strong as the Great Wall.