Walk through Qinglian's nostalgic house
In the past, I only knew that Cheng Qinglian's prose was very beautiful, and she also dabbled in ** from time to time, but in recent years, I have learned that she is still very fond of poetry. And it's so warm, so brilliant, so emotional!
This collection of poems in the hand makes people like it, forgetting that it is "a piece of feather".
First of all, from the congratulatory poems written by Huang Yaya about poets and poetry collections, I dare to say that Huang Yaya wrote seriously, and he thought deeply and deeply. I don't want to say whether the sentence "If Qinyuan also produces poetry, it must have something to do with the fact that the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in this place is a poet" is accurate and rigorous, but I just like and appreciate his sincerity and sincerity!From "every page of the poetry collection is as soft as a feather and has the wings of a bee seeking spring", he witnessed his perception of this poetry collection and the poet's temperament and Cheng Qinglian's poetry appreciation.
Let's get back to business, let's talk about Cheng Qinglian's poetry. If you want to say that poetry comes first, people are like poetry, and poets are one. I have known Qinglian for a long time, let alone more than 20 years, when a relative of hers worked in the pharmacy of our hospital, and learned that I liked literature, and brought me a book from Qinyuan Cheng Qinglian's gift book "Heart Rain Tick", which is a collection of essays.
Cheng Qinglian's poetry is emotionally delicate and all-encompassing. Looking at her nine series of poems, I am even more fond of her "nostalgic micro-poems". Nostalgia is long, and there are articles at your fingertips;is open-mouthed, but it is nostalgic. Every fragment of her nostalgia, like a vivid **, from the poet's emotion and reverie, but also unfolded the memory of my childhood nostalgia
Homesickness holds the hand of the cooking smoke and does not want to go away and sway on the chimney of the earthen house", you will think of the different shapes of the chimney in the mountain township, the prosperous life, through the smoke above the earthen house, this image, apt, vivid metaphor, the nostalgia is fixed into a cloud that cannot float out, not separated, like the flag cloud over the Himalayas, tied to the feelings of the distant child. In the spring, the eyes of the swallows will smoke, and in the winter, the winter clouds will diffuse, and the warmth of the heart will be unusual. Nostalgia is the grass that grows in the tile cracks The soil base and the earth wall are made of the soil kang and the earth stove are made of soil A mud house with loess from the inside out", a grass that grows from the tile cracks makes the poet think about it, because this is a tile made of loess in his hometown, and Qinglian thought of her "earthen house with loess from the inside out". How frank the feelings of the loess are - who dares to say that stones do not belong to the earth?The sea can be dry and rotten, and after weathering and driquescence, it will not also return to the soilWho dares to say that gold, silver, copper and iron, not to the soil, the five elements of yin and yang, mutual restraint, change and change are the yellow earth that I love in my heart!"Homesickness is a scroll painting slowly opening the birds on the mountain jumping in the eyebrows, and the fish in the river swimming in the heart lake", how familiar this scene is, only to brow and go to my heart!The birds on the mountain, I know your accent and the pattern of your wings, the fish in the river, I know your Xi and the frequency of swimming—that's my dream hometown!
Grandma sits under the tree as a statue of another acacia flower falling fragrant on the snow-white hair", this can only be understood indescribable sentences, the white drawing technique is vivid, and the power penetrates the back of the paper!A locust tree is beautiful and kind because of grandma, and the kind grandma is long-lived, romantic, and more fragrant because of the locust tree!My memories also shine brightly from time to time!How envious of this grandmother, maybe it is "black clothes, kind smile", or rickety body, vicissitudes of experience, full of bitter water, full of stories. The snow-white hair and the fragrant acacia flowers reflect each other, which is clearly a wish for grandma's longevity, and it is also a ...... of helplessness and display of the rush of timeI can't help but think of Li Bai's poem "You don't see the high hall mirror, the sad white hair is like green silk turning into snow at dusk", and I think of the quicksand river in the ten years of catastrophe: "Your black hair is quietly white, and my straight spine is gradually bowed" ......The kindness and beautiful feelings made grandma sit under the tree and in people's hearts into an eternal historical memory.
The cowbell wakes up the smoke, the song fills the home, and the village wakes up from sleep", a few strokes, a cheerful style, which vividly describes the happiness in the heart and the beautiful life of living and working in the mountain township. That kind of quiet and warm, excited and warm morning in the mountain country, rendering full of fun!People are diligent in early spring, the plan of the day lies in the morning, the plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the life lies in diligence. The simplicity of the mountain feelings, the long history of the story, and the customs of the mountain towns are depicted. "In the night of my hometown, I can't see my fingers, and the trees and flowers fall into a deep sleep, and only the vigilant dog barks, and then cuts a small opening, and then closes." Like a small opening of the "ultrasound" diffuses, and like ripples in the water, it is magnified in circles and then calms down, and then the small mouth slowly "closes". This is the charm and tension of language, which reminds me of a little poem in the "Poetry Magazine" in the 8......0s: The yacht is like a pair of scissors that cuts through the turquoise river, and the spring rain sews the green into our hearts(Li River Records Green). When I was a child, the mountain was very high, and I could touch the sky when I climbed it, and I sweated profusely to catch the clouds, only to find that the sky on the top of the mountain was higher than what I saw", this kind of childish and naïve thinking is destined to be a good seedling of poetry!All of a sudden, my childlike innocence came back to life—I remembered that "the little droplets looked at the stars and thought that I might be bigger than them";I think of "The tree said to the mountain, no matter how high you are, you are under my feet, and the mountain said to ......the tree, Yes, you are the child on your father's shoulders".Imagination, a group of beautiful girls in the mountain country stand on the top of the mountain to fly their dreams, they use their best strength to shout at the mountain, and then hold their breath to listen to the echo of the waves, the echo of the mountain is "colorful", more like honey brewed with the breath of youth - crisp, melodious, loud, agitated, the echo of the mountain is not pious, are their own example.
The grandmother is young, widowed, old, and lost her son, ninety years old, guarding an old hen alone, never talking about fate". This is fate, do you need to say it - clear my heart, pure and pure my love!Not to mention fate, but it renders the vicissitudes and kindness of a century-old man, and the stubbornness and fearlessness of an old woman in the mountains to the extreme!Upright people, zigzag and detouring. People, no matter how perfect a family is, it is from small to large, and then from big to small, with oneself, only one's own shadow. In the twilight of life, I can't move, and the shadow is one with the body, not to mention the crippled life?!My grandmother is 90 years old and has already seen through the red dust!Ninety years old - is a very good realm, enough for those who enjoy the best Houlu to be envied for a lifetime!
Around the pot, children, men, and the elderly, chickens, ducks, dogs, cats, and pigs revolve around women, and women's non-stop lives are like spinning tops", chatting a few words, portraying the husband, godson, filial piety, and moral responsibility of the women in the mountains to take care of the life of the family. The sun rises and the sun sets, like a kind of "spinning top" like life, I think of a joke with a poet: I said that you are busy like a spinning top every day, she said that if the spinning top is upside down, the spinning top is still being smoked, I have to autobiography......Women are homes, and children are flowers, hope and sustenance. However, in reality, men often pin their hopes on their sons (Jackie Chan), and their sons pin their hopes on their mothers, so women can't pin all their hopes on men, but should be self-reliant and self-reliant, and get out of the self-styled world!
The memory of the snow is the surprise of the mother opening the door in the early morning, and the creaking of the snowflakes under the feet", this surprise, ** is white all over the sky, but also because it does not have a sound like rain, and even before the rain comes, it has already been "full of wind". The foreshadowing and foreshadowing before the rain has already been mentally prepared. "The fields in the spring are hot, the men who don't talk much, the women who are chattering, the women planting melons and beans, and the village is beginning to be busy in and out", a good picture of spring plowing and production!I dare say that if it weren't for the daughter of a peasant family, she would never have been able to write such a simple sentence. The silent man is calculating in his heart, and the fast-talking woman renders it from her mouth, and I think of a small poem I published in the "Shanxi Peasant Daily" many years ago: The sunset bathes all things, the blue water moistens the heart, the father-in-law plows the field quickly, the mother-in-law sows seeds, and the daughter-in-law picks up the dung to the daughter-in-law and touches out the flower handkerchief, and the two fat boys ...... on the side of the weir barefootLook at this family Playing on the stage of spring ("Look at this family").
The little flower dog turns in a circle to find its tail A cat runs away from the tree like a mouse The little flower dog looks at the cat in a daze and never understands why it runs so fast", this comedic picture reveals a philosophy in nature: there is a barrier in language, and character is self-determined. Isn't it?Maybe the little flower dog is already full of food and drink, and is making fun of himself, but the cat thinks the little flower dog is hungry?- If you don't even let go of your own tail, how can you indulge others?"Grandma sits beside the old yellow dog to keep warm, and the cat on the kang has disappeared for a day Grandma smacked her toothless mouth: The dog is a loyal minister, and the cat is a traitor!What a vivid picture!The image of the grandmother is expressive, it is like "speaking on the spot"!The little poem reveals the unbreakable principle of "which one to eat". "In the rural areas, we can't help but talk about chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs, because they don't care about people's affairs, and people are too much to worry about." This is a kind of dialectic: those who are able work harder. Live like animals, they don't have to worry - they are part of people, and people don't belong to them. "The countryside cannot do without chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs, and it is idle and serious to talk about them", saying that it is idle because it is not about people, but about business, because it is really about people, and it is really about people, and it runs through people's lives, lives, and ...... exchanges between people
The cowbell wakes up the man, the rooster wakes up the woman, and the cooking smoke wakes up the village", like a foil, the choice is just right. Livestock are called by men, women don't have to worry about that mind, chickens and pigs are raised by women, they are focused, and cooking smoke is the aura and life of a village!Thinking of today's countryside, where young people go out to work in the city, and there are only children and left-behind elderly people in the village, I feel that my lifeline is very weak, and I can't help but feel sad and ...... from itThe woman scolded loudly with a broom and beat the child to hide ** and cry loudly The man in the house drank tea and was silent", this commonplace comedy scene presents a strong artistic atmosphere under the poet's pen!Heh, is the man in the room "silent"?He's watching a play, admiring his masterpieces, which one doesn't love his wife or children?!Looking at the acting skills of his own women and the appearance of his children, the sense of happiness is no less than "just like the benefits of a spring". After a few strokes, the temperament of women, the nature of children, and the simplicity and calmness of men in mountain towns are depicted into the marrow!"Men and women can't whisper and shout in their ears across the mountain, and the people in the village can't pretend to do anything in their hearts."The rudeness and toughness of the mountain tempered the character of the mountain!Yes, how far is the distance from this land to that land, and how wide is the air flow from the east side of the ditch to the west side of the ditch......The sound is like a bell, the thick throat is loud, and the reflection is the majesty and generosity of the mountain!Of course, this is only the appearance, the people in the mountains are as bare as the mountains and as simple as the mountains, and the poets use a "bright hall" to express their hearts and eyes, good hearts, and the essence and connotation of their conduct!
Qinglong River in spring, shrimp leisurely swinging on the aquatic grass and snickering like a child", the description is so beautiful, even every syllable is intimate!Qinglong River, it should be the mother river of your hometown, "shrimp leisurely swinging on the aquatic grass", that kind of agility and leisure, the poet should not just observe it once, that kind of self-evident happiness, bubbling in my heart, I heard the poet's snickering cooing ......The creek in spring ushered in the first batch of children The little tadpole with the tiger head and the tiger brain is greedy to play and forget the way home", a "tiger head and tiger brain", the image of the little tadpole is vivid, a sentence of "play forgets the way home", they are reluctant to fall in love in the bend of the blue wave and clear stream, depicting it really, vividly and delicately!This first batch of children is like fresh leeks in February!It's the firstborn of it, and it's the flesh and blood of the firstborn!"The river is running and singing while the fish and shrimp are dancing in the water, and the children on the shore are staring at the crabs in the water with wide eyes", like a montage shot, outlining a picture of colorful and elegant children*** excited to open their hearts, a micro-poem reveals the relationship ......between the surface and the inside of "poetry is an invisible painting, and painting is a tangible poem".
Grandpa speaks little, smokes when he is troubled, and smokes when he is happy", revealing the relieved and helpless temperament of grandma who is Xi to living in grandpa's smoke. I suddenly remembered that once at the dinner table, my friend's son interceded with his father in front of his mother - "Drinking, this is a hobby that my father doesn't have anymore, you just let him keep it......"Smoking and smoking, never leaving the cigarette in your hand, and the endless smoke rings in your mouth have become the high-end taste of grandpa in grandma's heart. "Those plough and rake canes, grandpa made them by himself, from morning to night, grandma said it was embroidery", an "embroidery", poured out a woman's sincere admiration for the man she loved. But it's not, don't underestimate this farm work, when I was a child, there was a pickaxe handle that fell off, I sat down for a whole afternoon, or "live collapse" is useless, an elder came over "three under five divided by two" to help me get it, he dipped in the canal water, it was very firm and ......handyGrandma's "identification", of course, also presents a three-dimensional harmonious family of male farmers and women weaving, husbands singing and women, and mutual respect and love.
Millet, corn, soybeans, sorghum, green onions, ginger, garlic, cabbage, radish, potatoes, sweet potatoes The man is calculating in his heart, measuring in the field, and the woman is pointing with her fingers, "What a good harvest picture!What a happy scene!What a touch of mandarin duck love!Spring planting and autumn harvest, men and women strategize, plan on their own territory, and live a prosperous life, just like writing a poem together. From their hearts to their bodies, from theory to practice, from planning to implementation, they are calculating drought and moisture, fruits, harvests, seeds, fertilizers, ......Both husband and wife returned home. "The smell of the sun is sweet in the spring, and the earth is sensitive to tell the flowers and plants immediately", following the poet's thinking, I also felt the taste of the sun together, remembering that the flowers bloomed in the field, so beautiful, so fragrant!The sun is in estrus in spring, flowers and plants come out, melons and fruits are born, rich fragrance, gorgeous colors. Under the warm sun, the mountains are red, the young shoots spit green, and the branches are full of fireballs. "Under the sun, people in the city take refuge in buildings, glasses, and sun umbrellas, and people in the countryside go headlong into the crops." That is a different kind of "enjoyment"!On the surface, the casual ridicule actually reveals the contradiction between the lives of people in the city and the country, and the difference between physical and mental work. The "enjoyment" of diving headlong into the crop field is more of an unbearable!The long leaves of corn will cut deep holes, the sorghum forks will trip off shoes and bruise ankles, and the wheat mangs will show their sharp ......Grandma always said that the taste of the sun is sweet The grandson stretched out his tongue to the sun and tried to say: "It's really sweet", the little people know that they see the wind and steer the rudder, follow the trend, and learn to adapt to the situation and socialize!I don't say how old Sun Tzu is, you can judge his wit and brilliant nature from his tone, and the poet's natural spiritual thinking when observing life in nuances and capturing emotions is remarkable. "Three days of rain and rain, my mother's face is full of melancholy, she thinks about the sun as if she misses her father", borrowing the scene lyrical, a vivid metaphor, through the metaphor (sun) The image of the body (father) is obviously raised, and the ability to send love to the scenery can be seen!The woman's responsibility for the management of the crops and the love for the man in her heart are expressed in a pun.
Men always say, 'Hey!''Let the woman be busy and know that the man 'loves' himself", hehe, the poet is really a master of writing love!Men and women are replaced, why not?!This playful shouting and understanding of the mutual affection of the husband and wife portrays the mutual trust between the husband and wife as clearly as a fire—this is why they always think about the better, never get angry, and deeply understand that anger is the profound truth of punishing oneself for the mistakes of others.
When I was young, I lost my homesickness while walking, and I remembered my homesickness when I walked and walked, and I lost my homesickness when I was young, and I lost my homesickness while walking, and I knew that the world was difficult in my early years, and the north of the Central Plains was like a mountain!"When I am old, I remember nostalgia as I walk", yes, the water flows thousands of miles and loves the source, and the tree is thousands of feet high and can't forget the roots. "Homesickness is a luxury memory, filled with happiness, the farther away it is, the fuller it is", isn't it?Exoticism is the medium of patriotism, the vitamin of parting love. Who said that the waves of time and the torrent of years can dilute people's memories?The tree is old and has many roots, the people are old and dreamy, and the wisps of nostalgia have been precipitated in the cerebral cortex of the wanderer, and they will last for a long time
Hometown, endless stories, memories, and constant nostalgia. I came out of the countryside, and some of my understanding of Cheng Qinglian's nostalgic micro-poems may not be thorough, but they frequently resonate. In the journey of life, I couldn't help but walk into this dazzling ...... of nostalgia cottage like an uninvited guest