Original poem
Heap father
King Wen alone.
The bones of the flowing water, the flesh of the rain.
All winter, I was there.
Just like my father was when he was alive.
Build a snowman.
Heap his heart, heap his liver.
Pile up his miserable life before he melted.
If I can pile him up.
Meanly, cowardly, and fateful.
My Father, he will be resurrected.
and will stretch out the damaged hand.
Return the tears I have shed.
However, I no longer have the strength.
It hurts again. I'm afraid to see it.
When the wind blew him away.
There was red snow in the sky
Appreciation
Building a snowman is a game activity that I often play in childhood, and every time it snows in winter, my friends come out to build a big and small snowman, build a pile, pick a pile, and deal with the snowman all winter.
There are some beautiful ones and some not-looking ones. Good-looking things take a lot of effort, such as playing with glass balls, when the eyes are pressed, many times they can never be returned to their hands, or lost or picked up by other friends. The snowman who rides time and things is the spirit, you shovel the snow, you play, it stares at you with sparkling eyes, it's fun.
The poet Wang simply borrowed the scene of building a snowman to write the poem "Father Heap". The angle is novel and consistent with the content, which can be said to be a good poem to mourn my father.
In the first stanza of the poem, the father of the ancient is connected with the snow.
The body is rain and bones are water, and he has been building a snowman in the image of his father all winter, which sums up his father's life in the wind and rain.
The second and third verses further portray the father from the details, from the temperament, from the burden, from the spirit, etc., and restore the father. "Heap his heart, heap his liver, heap his miserable life before he melted". The "catastrophe" that the father has passed is unforgettable. My surviving father supported the family with his broken hand and took care of me, and I shed many tears for my father's misfortune and hardship, and my father was also anxious for me.
The fourth and final verse writes that I want to live my own life and not live my father's life anymore. I was afraid of that kind of life, I was afraid that "I don't have the strength to hurt again", I was afraid of "pain again" like my father, I was afraid that "when I saw the wind blowing away him, there was red snow in the sky", and I wanted my father's life not to repeat itself in me.
The biggest feature of this poem is that it borrows the scene and the lyrical angle is new. The author found poetry in the snowman with his own heart, and wrote about it in a way that coincided with the scene.
Author
Liu Shuren, a native of Ningjin County, Dezhou City, Shandong Province, is a retired teacher, a member of the City and County Writers Association, and a poet in his spare time. Poetry is discovery, creation, and every poem is a Ganoderma lucidum grass that grows in the soil of the poet's thoughts. Most of the poems have been published in the poetry magazine "Shandong Poetry" and "Poetry Magazine", "China Poetry Network", "Wenfeng Academy", "City Headlines", "Dezhou Recitation Art Troupe", "You Walk in My Landscape" and other literary network platforms at all levels. The poetry collection "Sunset Fun One" reproduces the time of morning and evening.