Thanks to Teacher Qianqian, I have regained my confidence. I can finally write "poetry". Maybe one day I will join the National Writers Association for my "bathing poem" "My dirty body bathing in the smelly bath soup".
For a long time, the word "poetry" is sacred in my eyes and cannot be expected. "Poet" is awe of me and dare not approach it. I dare not write poetry, and I dare not talk about poetry with my friends. Although I can also recite a few sentences such as "How deep is the courtyard" and "Pipa Xing". You can also tell students a few words about " Dayanhe , My Nanny" and "To Oak Tree". Appreciation and creation are two different things.
Poetry is poetry. I really look up to it and dare not beg for it. You can only extend the strokes to other words, with a slight success. But this still cannot offset my gaze, curiosity and impulse for poetry.
Poetry is poetry. Then hide in the corner and operate. So on a frustrated day ten years ago, "My dirty body bathed in the smelly bath soup" was completed in one go. I read a post again and felt that it was terrible. This is completely a blasphemy of poetry, so that there are so many poetic friends around you who dare not take it out for advice. He didn't even dare to think about what kind of manuscript he submitted to the magazine, so he threw him into the computer to sleep. From then on, I no longer miss poetry and no longer touch poetry. It has been nearly twenty years in a flash.
I have written a little text in the past twenty years, but I have never touched any poems again. I childishly worked hard to look up at the dazzling pearl in the literary and artistic hall that enveloped the poet's heads, and defend the dignity of Chinese poetry in my heart!
Thank you Teacher Qianqian! You let me understand that poetry is just a few more typing the Enter key in one sentence. As long as it looks like it, it becomes a poem (please forgive me for telling my students that the first thing I have to do when writing lyrics is to make the lyrics written first, or the composer will be exhausted).
Thank you Teacher Qianqian! I was confused when I read "reproductive calligraphy", but later I was confused when I read "reproductive novels". Now I read your "reproductive poem" (some talk about shit and urine poem) and I suddenly realized. I really don’t understand what this is called artistic style, but I understand it through your works. It turns out that literary and artistic creation can be used to recognize beauty in ugliness, and it turns out that literary and artistic creation can be used for entertainment. From now on, it is you who make me confident.I want to shout loudly to the timid I was then: I want to write a poem!
Then first ask Teacher Qianqian to see if I have been sentenced to death for many years, "My dirty body bathed in the smelly bath soup" can be written like this? Let me see if it is my "bathing poem" too shy, or your "bathing poem" that is more blooming:
"My dirty body bathes in the smelly bath soup"
gently sinks into the hot hair Hot bath soup
Try to relax and close your eyes slightly
Let the capillaries expand madly
Until the dirt all over the body
thickened a circle
suddenly jumped up and shouted
No expression but just release
Suddenly I saw pairs of
After being frightened, my strange eyes
is like a sharp sword
wants to penetrate my superficial bathing history
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I stood carefully under the shower
In the faint water vapor
There is a naked strange man
twisting various postures
wipe it over and over
How many droplets are there that shot at me
dirt on my body I keep running away from
It seems they pretend to be
I don't see anything
Honestly come here to bathe
and My hygiene has nothing to do with
because this city does not have
Chongqing hotpot Sichuan mahjong
The winter wind and snow have long been
imprison my wings
I was so bored that I felt so frustrated
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is this bizarre big bathhouse
I found that I have been desperate to
with it and will fall together The body is polluted
urine is as beautiful as the sea, and the water is as beautiful as the sea.
As long as I am boldly sinking like it in
My melancholy My wandering My sentimental
will turn into beautiful ideal
In the future, can I return home in glory
oh-oh ——
I know if this is too cruel or simple for a bather like me
If the world is really like this
I really don’t know if I will be tomorrow
or angel
I just vaguely feel
I still I have to drag heavy steps
stagger in the corner of this city
A blindfolded yellow sofa stinking warmth
A weak body
A non-righteous ocean
A hypocritical stripping me
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silenced December 6, 2012 Harbin
Teacher Qianqian! I don’t know if you like “bathing poems” like me? If you don’t like it, then I will show you my “unique skills” in writing poetry, and you will be stunned. Let us continue to work hard on the literary and artistic path of writing poetry, and embark on a new journey and create new glory! Don't believe it? The secret is revealed to you: this unique skill is to use big data to count the "ci" that appears most frequently in traditional Chinese poetry or modern poetry, and then use any combination of birthdays, festivals, pi , etc. As soon as you type the keyboard, a wonderful poem comes out, and writing poetry is that simple. It is simpler and more applicable than creating "shit and urine poems" and "bath poems". By using this method, everyone can write poems, and it is a good poem. Everyone can be a poet, and they are also a poet with a lot of literary style. Let’s look at:
1. The east wind is back/the peach and plum blossoms are dusk/the pedestrians smile tonight/wealth is not...
2. The setting sun is wind and rain in the sky/the plum blossoms know last night/the heartbroken wind and moon and fragrant grass/look back to meet
3. The bright moon flows water/ West Lake time/Lovely Dongjun/Infinite desolate deep
4, Old friends' season/How many times/Not seen the wind and moon in thousands of miles/How many fame/The boat is still the same/The beauty is missing/Who knows that looking back at the railing/A song is hurried
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These Poetry created by modern technology has created the intelligence of Chinese poetry. Let me call it "robot poetry" for now! These poems must have thoughts and artistic conception. Full of poetry and painting, and a strong feeling of ZG.With your influence, if you invite experts to comment on "robot poetry", experts will definitely sigh:
discover good poetry!
Jiang Li (the wandering uncle) Harbin
2022, 9, 13
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