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The master is in the folk, this is true.
Even writing poetry, such a tall thing, people at the bottom of society, write more grounded, more desolate, and pathetic.
Today, I accidentally swiped my mobile phone and suddenly saw a miner's poems, which was very shocking.
I am not afraid of not understanding poetry, I am afraid of comparing poetry with poetry.
Comparing the poetry of our ordinary people with the poetry of a miner, it is not an exaggeration to say that his poetry is like the metal that has just been dug out of the mine, with the texture and color and temperature of metal.
Without mannerism, nor without disease-free groaning, his poems, produced with a depth of 5,000 meters underground.
If every piece of metal is the crystallization of nature. so. His poems, where every sentence is the crystallization of language, is the ultimate experience of the life of a roadway blaster.
Because, I usually write some poetry. Also read poetry. Poems by Yu Xiuhua, Gu Cheng, Li Songshan, and some foreign poets are also read. It seems that there are no poems written by this miner poet that strike so directly into the hearts of the people.
Especially the poem he wrote: Exploding Zhi
In the morning, my head hurt like a blast
This is an added bonus to the big machine
Not steel's fault
It is the nerves that are old and fragile
I don't dare to look at my own life
It's hard hyun black
Sharp angle with a pickaxe
The touch of a stone will bleed
I spent my middle age at a depth of five thousand meters
I exploded the rock formations again and again
This is how to recombine a lifetime
My tiny relatives are far away at the foot of Shang Mountain
They have sick bodies covered in dust
How much I cut in middle age
Their old age can be extended as much as possible
I had three tons of explosives in my body
They are the fuze part
Just last night in front of their bed
I exploded like a rock
Such poetry, like us who run for a few pieces of silver in the city, people who do not work in mines, have no real feelings, even if they have a wild imagination, they are afraid that they cannot write it.
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Reading the poems he wrote, I seemed to be able to imagine the damp and dark mines, the dangers of his work. In that kind of place, such simple and unpretentious poetry, like a flower blooming in the depths of the soul.
Chen Nianxi, a native of Danfeng, Shaanxi. This ordinary miner, because of writing poetry, changed his identity, and became a poet. He painstakingly distilled light poetry in metal.
The world is fair, even the weeds have their own fibrous bones. As Chen Nianxi wrote, "In the bones of the lowliest, there are rivers."
He wrote poems, many. Baidu to search, there is. I don't want to list many of his poems and published books here.
What I'm trying to say is, don't complain about life, maybe it's a poem, or a painting, or an essay that will change your destiny.
In your own words, write frankly about the deepest experience in your life, or you will also harvest your "explosive aspirations"...