What are the characteristics and style of Fang Wenshan’s lyrics?

Fang Wenshan

English name: Vincent

Birthday: 1969.01.26

Birthplace: Hualien, Taiwan

Graduated from a successful private school in business and electronics

Blood type: Type A

Hobbies: collecting license plates from all over the world and various early advertising iron plates

Currently employed: Chinese Chief Editor of Printing Publishing House

Discovered by: Wu Zongxian

Fang Wenshan Sina Blog: /fangwenshan (无名小站方道·文山流)

Fang Wenshan, Famous Taiwanese poet. He is good at dismantling the inertia of language use, re-watering the weight of words, giving them new meanings, spinning new textures, and constructing a new post-modern style of poetry. His lyrics are full of strong imagery and strong oriental style. He is a talented creative talent of "music literature" in the Chinese music world, and he has been a guest of various music awards. The writing is unique. His lyrical work sparked an alternative revolution in music creation. In his writing, lyrics are no longer simply pop culture, but have become a literary phenomenon that can spark imaginations in multiple cultures. It’s also poetry, it’s also poetry, it’s also poetry. The "plain rhyme poems" derived from those novel lyrics and rhymes are highly recognizable, and when appreciated out of context, they can also be murmured alone, becoming alternative poems in another state of mind

Fang Wenshan will deliberately create an illusory artistic conception in his poems. Ancient battlefields, lost ancient civilizations, and gloomy legends can all become the images in his writings. In today's era of rampant postmodernism, he is not exempt from vulgarity. Fang Wenshan's grasp of the emotions of young people in modern society. If Li Zongsheng's poems are the heartbreaking memories of an old man, then Fang Wenshan's poems focus on this moment, on the current emotional entanglements, love, lovelorn, and empathy. Love, etc. Compared with Li Ci, it has more of a sense of the times, so it is easier to be accepted and appreciated by young people.

In a sense, Fang Wenshan brought pop music back from the decadent sound to the fusion of classical and historical music, the fusion of nostalgia and sincerity. The styles of Fang Wenshan's poems cover a wide range of topics. In addition to the above, there are also many "William's Castle" that are only illusory and terrifying, etc. Fang Wenshan is a cultural phenomenon worthy of study. lt;/Bgt;

Fang Wenshan was born in the grassroots class in Taiwan. He did not receive higher education and went out to work at a young age to help support his family. You may not be familiar with this name, but you must know Jay Chou. When you hear the exquisite words and gorgeous vocabulary in Jay Chou's songs, you should know that these lyrics are all written by Fang Wenshan. Fang Wenshan is not only an excellent lyricist, but also the owner and editor-in-chief of a publishing house. Now, I only regard him as a poet.

About Fang Wenshan’s rhyme poems without makeup. Fang Wenshan considers himself a nationalist and is proud of being a quarter of Hakka descent. His lyrics often involve various aspects of ancient China. In addition to creating lyrics In addition, he also absorbed nutrients from traditional Chinese lyrics and created a new poetry style, which he named "plain rhyme poetry".

According to his own definition, "no makeup" means a face with pure words; "rhyme poetry" is thoughts flowing with melody and rhythm; "no makeup rhyme poetry" is a new kind of poetry Aesthetic style genre. According to my personal understanding, the face of pure text means that Wenshan's poems are written only in Chinese characters, with no pictures to accompany them, no foreign words, no Arabic numerals, and even no punctuation marks. Rhyme refers to the rhyme of the last word of each line of a poem, which makes it catchy when read, and the breaks within the lines can create a sense of rhythm. Whether he is writing lyrics or poems, Fang Wenshan's creative grammar and thinking angle are all of his own, and he calls himself "Fang Dao·Wenshan Liu". The rhyme poems without makeup are the truest reflection of Wenshan's style.

A plain-faced rhyme poem by Fang Wenshan:

"Controlling Youth"

I use the first person

to express past love and Hate

Copied in our script

I used the second person

I cried bitterly in the play

Being separated from the humanity I love most

I use the third person

Describe the youth that has turned around before it is tender

There is not a single punctuation mark in the whole poem, all composed of words To complete, the words "Cheng, Hen, Ben" at the end of the line rhyme, as well as the unique sentence breaking method between the lines, creating a lyrics-like rhythm. As Wenshan himself said, "In this era of poor poetry, I want to write lyrics that are perfect." Like poetry, write poetry like lyrics." These are the characteristics of "plain rhyme poetry."

Splash-ink landscape

The seal-engraved city inscription is in the rainy season

The muddy landscape outside the bluestone city is a volley of tears

You are the parting left blank in my splash-ink painting

Who can never be drawn on the scroll

Youth is like wine

The fragrance at the end of the rainbow is a wisp The winding tide

There are seven colors that can span the colorful past in the distance to the shore

The elegant egret on the distant mountain was painted on porcelain with ink

This fragile rainy season is beating the past with brisk drumbeats

The dampness in the house is storing the fermenting memories

I poured out the whole box with Your relevant and yellow past

Those beautiful fragrances of youth are like wine all over the ground

I have cast the ship that drifts the farthest

I will bring the tide. The past is wrung out one by one with the moonlight

Memories are like sugar that is extremely slow and difficult to dissolve

Maybe the waves that are already receding have no time to dry

Or maybe my whole life It shouldn’t have gone ashore at all

After years of filtering, it can still be left intact on the beach

It must have some special shape

For example, it can be folded out of a newspaper After the stack, prepare to set sail

The ever-expanding imagination of the ship in my childhood

Read a poem to you

The eaves after the rain turned out to be true It is suitable for wind chimes

You can see from the window that the sound of the wind just sprouting is very soft

And I decided to travel in the eyes of the cat

So Almost all mysteries recede into the landscape

Only things that are hidden cleverly can grow into dandelions

And then move forward without any burden and very carefully

Because I was afraid of waking up the part of me that only dared to like you in my dreams

So I silently read a poem to you

I opened the poetry collection very carefully Very light

Very light and careful, just like a cat following a wind chime. I read a poem to you

The scenery that is ridiculed

The moonlight gives off a wolfish color I wailed at the sound of the pale environment

It was not only the coniferous forest that was stung in the frame

It was also my sadness of being deprived of oxygen at high altitude

A proud vulture hovers out of my eyes that are fed by you

I am trying to use my brush to carefully depict the incident of being fed by you

The vulture continued to fly at low altitude and circled the hills on the bridge of the nose, and I asked in the regretful voice at the corner of my mouth

How did I complete this work about willingness

I kept quiet along the way. In this crowded exhibition hall

No one noticed that I was at the border of the forest. The lower right corner of the screen illustrates with color

My love that made me scream and was nailed to the wall by you.

It is a landscape that is ridiculed

Hopeless thirty-one words

A touch of tuberose describes your appearance in the moonlight

Even the anger on the plain face is bright and beautiful

Butterfly

Freely overlooking the land in the sky. After months of hard work, I finally reaped the beauty.

But I began to miss the memory of the larvae’s air pupae climbing on the branches in the past

And the delicious green bite after the heavy rain

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The broken walls are scattered with sticky corpse blood and tangled hair

The swollen body is still growing in South Asia, where the satellite connection is turned off

Pretending that nothing happened, I was listening to Mud Doll

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Destiny

The smell of smoke lingers around the dusk like an iron wire

The familiarity with you is slowly being sharpened into a sharp blade

The youth I used to cut into cross sections began to look for the year when I met you

In the outermost growth rings, I saw you who were closely connected to each other

It turns out In this life, I can only be one of your serious ones

Those romances

How can the afternoon wind be described as a bright round

The color of the flowers is also How could it be with a touch of farewell

How to write the so-called melancholic atmosphere after writing

In the end, until your smile is all over the mountains and plains in front of me

Dear Only then did I begin to understand the language of poetry

Damn alarm clock

The crow in Tokyo is dressed in Harajuku's hair

Yoshitomo Nara's squinty-eyed doll began to wear Short skirt and bubble socks

Dreams were used to speak for my subconscious

I almost kissed her apple-colored cheeks just now

Scholar

Thousands of years ago, I wrote Tang poems using Han Li, and now I have begun to fill in the lyrics for you

The woman who lived in Chang'an in my previous life is my worry about reincarnation again

The old man said nothing

The flammable past has formed a spider web in the woodshed

The long-awaited greeting is just this one line

Compromise

The aging wilderness has repeatedly missed the arrival of the rainy season

So I gave up the spotless flight

I no longer miss the withering of the fallen leaves around me and the oncoming rain. Wind and snow

In this world where beauties will eventually turn gray

Goose-yellow afternoon of first love

Full of homework, tangled up in pickles, learning how to tie pigtails for us girls

I spent a whole salty afternoon in the drying field exposing those crooked words

I ironed a crumpled candy wrapper and secretly remembered that someone added it. Looks like salt

The scent of sawdust from the pencil sharpener tickles the little finger with the smell of the air

It is as if a verbal agreement was made about growing up and time has been working hard to whiten the teeth

Those dried children’s little flat bodies can’t be squeezed out of my mind

Reminiscing about the Mandarin exam on the next page at a completely different address

Those past events that can be easily turned to on the next page

The language of poetry

Fang Wenshan

How can the afternoon wind be described as a bright round

How can the color of flowers carry a touch of parting?

How to write about the so-called melancholic atmosphere after writing it

In the end, until your smile is in my There are mountains and fields in front of me

My dear, I have just begun to understand the language of poetry

The Poetry Room

My sentence fragments and lines in the Poetry Room

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It is an extremely kitsch sadness

Continue to indulge in the laurels of obscenity

I have to continue to repeat those flattering makeup

When the bone-picking puzzle ceremony was passed down orally and became a belief

There is no need to be too surprised about the incense used for worship

Only the ashes after burning the entire temple cannot tell the style. Shape

You must personally analyze and examine those images as fine as dust

Only in this way can poetry begin to have real weight

Love you

Reeds can only be beautiful in the vast whiteness in winter

Spring has always been a land that does not belong to it

Some beauty can only belong to the past

In the lush green In memories like a forest

A bird's nest that is good at hiding disguises is like an ulterior secret

Some good things can only belong to the past

The rain in midsummer makes people feel full and ripe. Farewell

Let the fallen leaves die in the decay and decomposition but still have a smile

Some good things can only belong to the past

A gesture of apology

The rising sky lantern witnessed the waves of hills rising wildly

The lantern core was extremely satisfied with the height of the water level and the emerald green color was very flattering

Only at this point did the sky decide to lift the high tide. Change the blue

The mountainside, which is already at a 90-degree angle, is still deliberately raising and lowering the altitude

To cater to miscanthus

The elevation angle is already white on the sea level It is the most noble paint

The soft water bird penetrated the hard corners of the mouth

at low altitude in the dark rock formations

and was filtered out of the last remaining pigment. The pride that is as light as a feather

Apple milk

Open the sea above the South Pacific coral reef stored in the refrigerator

Lazy and suitable for a nap in the tropics I am fresh The dream is coming

Cats still prefer apple milk and love that resembles a certain taste

Your tentacles are soft and addictive

Habits Sexual happiness is the perfect state of mind when the angle is curved

The person on the left side who is sleeping is dependent on her body temperature as if she is nostalgic

I woke up from the right side of the bed with a new The long tail left

Then it started to prefer apple milk like a cat

Preferring the cup of rich and fragrant future that you also prefer

Childhood sweethearts

A lizard that is always vigilant uses disguised skin color to enter and exit the snake market

But the ant who uses a scale to buy goods by kilogram is recognized by people as a lower-middle class at a glance

The sun is so harsh and the hot air hinders its silent reptilian elegance

The molting

As I casually put on the shade hat, I unconsciously started to speak more of the local accent. tone

After all, you can never shed the skin of your hometown. Who said four legs are superfluous to hide in a snake's nest

The lizard that I mistakenly thought was a snake is just like the lizard I mistakenly thought. Myself

I carefully opened the rubble and the emotion I felt when the lizard disappeared

actually seemed like his childish words "Wow, what a pity" many years ago

I finally I have to put on the snake's coat and return to the reptile market

And his childish words "Wow, what a pity" are the evidence that I was able to walk on my feet

Innocence

Your innocence is a world of its own

The clouds there are like warm quilts

The air is flowing with high purity of nothingness Evil

The intimate wind in the afternoon makes it easy to fall asleep like a pillow

Your innocence is a world of its own

Love becomes a butterfly and lovers forage for food. Extremely considerate

Tenderness is overgrown in the wilderness, and thoughts are tightly surrounded like a forest

In the season of sowing vows, we stay together for a lifetime and bear fruit

Yours Innocence is a world of its own

Those who love transparency in the crowd can see through several people in a row

A moderately curly sadness

The choir seems to be passing through in one file, but In fact, it is not the case

Perhaps the gospel itself should be slightly transformed

in order to avoid leaving any part of the weak wall of consciousness

Fix the immovable dream and The end of the confession in restraint

In the open square, everyone has to lie moderately

They continue to dismantle the cloister to avoid distorting the formal romance

Close

The concrete and straight lines of the sub-zero bells are very beautiful

Gothic style is forced to equal the church, which of course also includes those stained glass windows

What else just looks like the name

Some words are just plain disgusting and depressing

Beside the fountain closest to God in the Promised Land

It takes a moderate amount of curling sadness to make a promise Wishes

The poem was spurned

How to send a clever apology

The tone has been carefully folded and carefully considered

Most of the lethality has been avoided before opening the envelope

The elegant and handsome handwriting on the elegant plain letter

maintains a relationship between the recipient and the sender A perfect proportion

Breakup can be so overly beautiful

Hurt entangled in the wind and rain of the rock wall

Being thinned again and again by those embarrassed The unbearable past

Until the bloody revelation of I no longer love you is revealed

It turns out that the heart-wrenching parting in the hands of the poet

can be It can actually be a very shallow touch

Change of heart

On the day I know you will leave

I typed in the dictionary and started to look up what boredom is

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On page two hundred and thirty-seven, on the side of the nine paintings of the word "jin"

I only found two words "fresh"

personality

About hearing, it is the same world as the subconscious

Just like a marriage contract cannot be filled out unilaterally

A crab that is used to traveling in a horizontal direction cannot understand a fish that swims in a straight line

Rhyme game

Everyone who knows me knows a secret

A foreshadowing is laid in advance at the beginning of the story

Usually, it is sorted out and formulated by oneself. Emotion

Write two more Chinese characters in a pretentious style

Teardrops or flower seasons

The word spacing of each paragraph in the following paragraphs

The blank space between them is actually very deliberate

The order of reading is deliberately designed to please the eyes

It makes the ending look sonorous and powerful

Of course There is still room for embellishment in the middle of the story

A few poignant and sentimental lines

Sigh or parting

Such a painstaking layout design

Is it just to let the story read?

The beauty of self-righteousness

Isn’t all my hard work piling up

piling up these rhyming words

It’s all just to make the last sentence the last sentence

The last sentence is impeccable love for you

The so-called abstraction

You will freeze a song Love poems are used to feed the unfamiliar wind outside the door

The familiar year is still on the way home despite the news coming from the mute mouth

The temperature of being untrustworthy still cannot digest it after all. The prosperity I have seen

The handwriting on the card began to be tortured

His blessings for Christmas that year were too general

The promise should refer to It is an abstract time and space

Time should not be described in such a specific way

The cold winter of Christmas that year was still hidden among the crowd

It has been for many years. Accumulated into pain that is not easily dissolved

No matter how you thaw it, it will be difficult to return to the original content of pure water

And your injury is so easy to understand

In Over the glittering city, you try to slow down the clock on Christmas Eve

Trying to make everyone who receives Christmas cards stop opening them

Because of eternal love

You are a rainbow that will disappear as soon as the rain stops

A cashed gift

The bottle is an old-fashioned camel-shaped nostalgic style in the residue of the glass surface

There is also the vague recitation of the text by Class A of the sixth grade in the playground in the afternoon

The grocery store has been moving towards black and white photos many years ago

The thickness of this candy jar Let those outside who can’t afford our memories just be spectators

Among the large amounts of colorful wrapping paper, I can only taste your sweet smile

Just because Whoever liked whose handwriting at the beginning was only suitable for touching with a pencil

The photosynthesis in this city is blurring any face that wants to have memories

So I used the time of longing to nourish myself A pool of hibiscus

I just want to give my secret love a better description

At the same time, I stirred the smile at the corner of your mouth to be very thick

Start I think about you in a sticky way

Secrets are carefully followed, and I deliberately reveal flaws to let your reserve relax

You stretch out your hand and grab a full hand from the glass bottle Be favored

All the dreams that should have belonged to you many years ago with precise proportions

Wrinkles

I use the first person to describe the past love and hate

Copied in our script

I cried in the second person in the play

Being separated from the humanity I love most

I used the third person Describe the youth that turned around before it was tender enough

The distance before the first kiss

The breath that was evened into wheat color

broke away from it The final relationship with Xuebai

Is gradually adapting to the warm and slightly sour weather

And the emotion of the plant has not yet fully matured

It has not aged too much The experience can be implemented

The green color diary planted on the grassland

The epidermis is working hard to form a dark green color

But the vegetation was finally read Summer

The gene transmission that belongs to the details of flowering

is developing nervously

The doted one

A cub Haunting freely on the soft breasts

The story of the Northland that has been weaned is just about to sprout

The snow-white must have been shaken from the top of the mountain

Then the scope of doting began to converge in a large area

Yes, the daisy is very fragile just by its name

The birch forest embraced the willful hunger of the entire spring

The young The beast continues to walk on the ever-expanding outline of the territory

And the corner where I stand is precarious and very happy

Extremely delicate likes

Too high latitudes Peering sometimes lacks oxygen and cannot flap its wings

A purely distant bird's-eye view of the moonlight covered by the entire vegetation can only be imagined

Imagination

Therefore the posture It should be lowered further. It is said that the humus soil at the bottom is very nutritious for love

The dead wood covered with moss is used as a bridge across the pond covered with duckweeds

The ant walked past the big fern tree and carefully took a piece of dinner in its mouth

The secret love under the dense shade is suitable for back light, gentle and just right in the humidity

Cool

On the bridge of rotten wood, I used a magnifying glass to examine the place where the ants just passed

And my love for you is as delicate as tentacles