Winged but not flying, sharing poems - The world of poetry by Li Lihui, Li Juxiang and his wife
Author: Yang Qingsong
Life is really interesting, and some encounters can enrich a boring life. During the exchanges, experience the goodness and beauty in the world and make your heart happy. In the first China Danxia Mountain Chinese Poetry Competition, I saw an excellent work and noticed the author's name, Li Juxiang. Then I read her poems, which were extraordinary. When reviewing a collection of poems, I selected her work. Soon I met Sister Juxiang at the annual meeting of the Shaoguan Poetry Society... Because of poetry, the opportunity was destined.
To make no secret, I like Sister Juxiang’s poems. Elegant but not astringent, clear but not light, sunny and rainy, reflecting the white snow. Look at this song " Nanling Xiaohan":
I woke up from my dream and looked through the rolling curtain, last night the frosty wind blew up the greenery.
The body beside the proud chrysanthemum fence is not thin, and the leaves on the green vine wall are like red leaves.
Is there any obstacle in Blue Pass? The Qinling Mountains would like to have meals without ice.
It's the middle of winter and spring is approaching, and the plum blossoms have already announced their peace.
At the beginning of the poem, a scene immediately appears in the reader's mind: in the winter in Nanling, frost and wind are raging. Concerned, I hurriedly visited in the morning. Fortunately, "I am not thin beside the chrysanthemum fence, and the leaves on the green vine wall are like red leaves." The frost has come and gone, the flowers and leaves are still the same, and it seems that I can relax. However, the author did not rest in peace and stopped there. Instead, just go with the flow and express your feelings. Ask the sky: "Can there be snow to stop the horses at Languan? Qinling would like to have no ice for meals." With each question and wish, the deep love for all living beings in my heart is like a volcano erupting, spewing out hot lava. When I read it, my heart was filled with excitement and ups and downs. Like a suite, the music melody becomes soothing after the climax. With a hint of warmth, there are faintly blooming plum blossoms on the branches. "Winter has arrived, can spring be far behind?" The work is natural, well-organized, and deftly unfolds. Look at the rolling curtains at dawn, the frosty wind on the verdant end, the snow horses at Languan Pass, the ice dinner in the Qinling Mountains...the words and sentences are uniquely styled in the Tang Dynasty.
Shaozhou present and ancient, nine years old. The song "The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment even across the world" made the famous Tang Dynasty prime minister Zhang Jiuling famous in the north and south. Sister Juxiang's "Visiting the Statue of the Nine-year-old Prime Minister" is particularly expressive:
A virtuous minister stands at the head of the river, and his grace will last for thousands of years.
The elegance is full of majesty, and the eyebrows are full of thoughts.
Still worried about national affairs? Still seeking for the common people?
"Jinjianlu" still exists, and Lan Cao continued to revise it.
The country is not old, but the father has passed away for thousands of years.
Ganjun was born in the southern country, and the red oranges passed through the winter.
Yuling Mountain is long and green, and the ancient roads are thick with plum blossoms.
Missing the public is like the full moon, shining brightly in my Shaozhou.
Looking around, I seem to see Jiuling Gong standing at the head of the river, full of majesty, elegant temperament, and full of grace in every gesture. There was just a hint of sadness in his eyebrows. Is it the vastness of Jiangshan Sheji's affairs? It is the worry about governing the country... In the midst of indulging in it, people have endless daydreams about "can their demeanor be as good as nine years old" and are in awe. The work's depiction of Jiuling Gong blends form and substance with obvious characteristics, as if you were seeing him in person. Xia Que's writing changed even more, lamenting that the country has not grown old and the wise prime minister has passed away. Supplemented by the regional characteristic scenery of southern oranges and plum blossoms on ancient roads, it embodies people and objects and expresses the admiration of today's people. Readers can understand the good wind and waves.
I live in Furong Mountain, and you live in Country Garden, where we gather together for poetry and conversation. On the spring equinox of Year Yiwei, Sister Juxiang invited me and my poetry friend to her home to enjoy the flowers. As soon as I entered the small garden, I saw magnolia in bud, wisteria cherry blossoms, roses and camellias in full bloom...especially the wisteria and red cherry blossoms, which are so colorful and colorful that it makes people psychedelic, and it is impossible not to feel poetic. I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is, so I seize the opportunity to seize power. I chant the wisteria first:
A cluster of purple flowers hangs from the jade, and a few cups of tea are used to laugh leisurely.
The heart of poetry is not willing to stay in the mortal world, but prefers the spring breeze to intoxicate the small garden.
Sister Juxiang immediately responded with a song "Singing the Wisteria and Red Cherry Blossoms":
The bright clouds and purple energy gathered in my house, and the trees and vines hung together to form flowers.
It happens that the green, fat and red are not thin, and the picture is full of flowing clouds.
Chat freely and enjoy old tea. There is no age barrier, we are naturally happy and full of flowers in the garden. I accidentally found a stack of poems under the window. Reading through it at random, a poem called "Bu Suanzi. Ode to Bird Flowers" reads like picking chrysanthemums on the east fence: "It has wings but does not fly high, but flowers are dancing."After picking out all the branches and not building a nest, I would like to hang the vines there. Why are we closely dependent on each other? Suffering from separation. Don't spend half your life thinking about lovesickness, and stay together in the morning and evening."
Meditate and contemplate carefully, use the sparrow flowers to express its shape, expand its meaning, climb branches and trees, and advance along the way. "Being separated from one another" seems desolate, but it is persevering and holding on to life. Reading flowers is like reading people, and many good poems use the language of flowers to express emotions.
Another benefit from this trip was getting to know Professor Li Lihui, a simple farmer in his late 70s. He used a poem to illustrate his statement, so he recited a poem called "To All Friends of Meizhou ":
I have been away from Qinjiang for thirty years, and I am surrounded by the mountains and rivers of my hometown.
I feel a thousand knots of pity and hatred, and a lot of joy and sadness.
I listen to Meizhou poetry in the morning and see the beauty of Ziwei in northern Guangdong in the evening. I know that people will never grow old, but I still think about half an acre of land.
In this vast world, where can I call home? I am in northern Guangdong, and I can only express my nostalgia to Mr. Li Hui. "Working hard" in Guangzhou in the early 1970s, at night I wanted to spend 5 cents on a bench at the Martyrs Cemetery, but I only had 2 cents in my pocket. , Life changes. The spring grass is deeper, and the autumn frost is repeated. Are you feeling at ease? Feeling a sense of homesickness, a sense of indifference, and feeling the warmth that overflows from the lines.
Perhaps it was the melody of Mr. Li Hui’s poem Lang Lang that was influenced by it in the early days. , different from others, the rhythm is still better, and the three flavors are worthy of discussion. With great interest, read "Overlapping Rhymes to Friends of Meizhou" again:
. I have been looking at the world for a long time, how can the bull's nose be pulled at will?
The dream is neither ancient nor modern, and the sun is still spinning.
A crooked poem is still indifferent, and the wife recognizes the beauty of the ruffian. A seventy-year-old man has no regrets, and half of a good man is in a mulberry field. Poetry expresses ambitions from the heart. Looking back at life, knowing what is true and false, why should I be serious and funny? Forget it. This expression of "half a good person" makes me see that one should follow the rules. In my eyes, Mr. Lihui's unabashed abandonment is also a kind of uniqueness. This self-deprecating and self-deprecating summary of my life is the greatest compliment to myself. I appreciate him and his brilliant poetry. Poems and books are passed down from generation to generation, and morality and wisdom are cultivated. After the couple retired, they took good care of their old mother and took great care of their children and grandchildren. I once saw his husband and wife serving ink around them. The 95-year-old old lady was writing and writing, and the fragrance of ink filled the room, which was enviable. When they had free time, the two composed poems and lyrics, deliberating under the lamp, and played the harp and harp in harmony. From time to time, I would invite friends into my room, have tea and drinks, sing in rhymes, and express my romantic feelings by expressing my love for the landscape.
Read Sister Juxiang's "The Sky is Pure and the Sand is Clear. Winter": "The clouds are warm and the sky is blue. The walls of the small building are surrounded by green vines. In the backyard there are hardworking men and lazy dogs, the sound of birds is far away, and the scholar is in front of the window." It is clearly a documentary painting of "life sketching" at home. If a family can do this, what else can they ask for? And "Professor Bu Yun Ding Sishen: Encountering the Double Ninth Festival twice a year" is a time spent together with pen and painting, which is natural and pleasant. Point out the mountains and rivers, and try to climb a thousand miles further.
On Double Ninth Festival twice a year, Xiake poets invite people from all over the world.
Climbing the plank road with a lamp and friends, leaning on the railings and supporting walls to enjoy the autumn light.
Being a wife and a wife is busy with the worldly affairs, and learning to write words is a waste of paper.
In the festive season, we climb high to share our feelings, and we shout loudly to greet the valley.
Time changes, but the poetic heart remains the same. We have wings but don't fly, we stay together with our poems, and we sing the golden autumn with our true love. Appreciate the works of Li Lihui and Li Juxiang and feel their colorful life and romantic feelings. It can be said that it creates ripples on the Three Rivers and embroiders hibiscus with Danxia. The poetic world lasts forever.
