A spiritual escaper, an independent scholar, a poet, a writer, and a famous teacher of Chinese studies.
The poems are as follows
1. "Mosquito"
When did you come
I don't know
I scratched my legs in the morning and drew blood
I just knew you had been here
I didn’t want to continue scratching
But I still scratched
The blood keeps flowing, flowing
But why are you still torturing me
It comes silently again
It comes silently again Gone
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I realized it only when I was hysterical
The biggest contradiction in life is to find
I believe you are Love me
You traveled across half of China to sleep with me
You also experienced the wind and rain outside
But my dear
I'm so tired
Let me have a good sleep! !
Analysis: "Mosquito" is a short poem. Humorous and rich in expression. It is the author's expression of love. Love really makes people love and hate, feel helpless, etc., all reflected through a "mosquito" in life. Poetry is everywhere, as long as you pay attention.
2. My epitaph
"My epitaph"
Whatever I was afraid of
It's all gone now
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What am I afraid of now
It’s not worth mentioning now
What am I afraid of in the future
I know it will pass
Dear you
This is my epitaph
I am a living ghost
I am a dead god
I'm only afraid of you
Afraid of what we shouldn't be afraid
Appreciation: "My Epitaph" is obviously an inspirational poem. The language is simple but profound.
3. "If I were a light"
If I were a light
My thoughts may not be equal to zero
I won’t cry like a child
I will be jealous and envied by all of you
The only second I have is eternity in your eyes
I can travel far away in my dreams
Whether it is cold or hot time and space
If I were a light
My love will not Stop and cool down
It will always illuminate itself
It will always be on the way to travel
But if I were a light
I'm afraid that I don't know the meaning of time and I'm bored
I'm afraid that I don't know the direction of travel and I'm lonely
I'm afraid that I'm already gone before you see it
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But I still want to be a light
Even if my bones are shattered and dissipated in the void space
I can still come back from the void
Even if it takes hundreds of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years of waiting
I will not kneel down
Absolutely not
This is what I want to exist as light The meaning of
You just saw me
But you can never capture my footprints.
4. "Don't Make a Sound"
——The Spirit Escaper
The fog is getting thicker in the morning
The mountains are getting thicker Go deeper
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Don't make a sound
Appreciation: "Don't make a sound" is very short , very refined. The last sentence: Never make a sound. It seems that the reason should be explained later. There can be a thousand reasons, but we should not underestimate the imagination and judgment of readers. This is the associative charm of poetry, which means that the words are exhaustive and the meaning is endless. The mystery and beauty of nature are truly beautiful when readers can experience them themselves.
5. "I also wanted such a life"
——Spirit Escaper
In the endless green grassland
My child plays carefree
My lover
Locks the moment I take flight
Then I pick her up
We are playing in the clouds
The sky is softer than any quilt
Each other’s laughter must be pouring out of the honey pot
Bees, butterflies, flowers Son, strangers
all stopped for our happiness
Yes, I also wanted such a life
From the dark night to the crystal clear morning
But life spreads like rust
No one thought of it
The soul of this discarded ring
In this happiness In the green field
Looking even more shivering
Before no one sees it
I'd better leave quickly!
Poem appreciation: This is a poem with a very beautiful picture. The poet sees the happiness of others and then sees himself. A sharp contrast. But what is in the picture will still stay in our minds and become the pursuit of each of us. The title "I also wanted such a life" itself reveals that it will be a kind of incomplete beauty, the beauty of being abandoned.
6. "Too Late"
The green playground
Sitting and chatting in private
Listening to music and running
It passed before I had time to see clearly
When I go again now
I find that the sunshine yesterday is different from today
You can’t use knowledge to go Explain
You can’t hide it with tears
You can’t pretend to be familiar with this place
You just have to admit it obediently
The tranquility here I will naturally forgive you
But don’t mention that ridiculous lack of time! [1]
Poem appreciation: "Too Late" is obviously a campus nostalgia poem. It expresses the nostalgia for campus life and the sigh for the passing time. And we can only admit all of this, and only by admitting it can we grasp the present and cherish the present. Say no more: It’s too late. Prose Network
7. Leftover Women
When I hear the word leftover woman
I don’t panic
I am a leftover man
Poem appreciation: "The Leftover Girl" is just a dozen words long, short and profound. This is the charm of poetry. As a kind of existence in current society, "leftover women" are objective. The counterpart is "leftover men". "I don't panic when I hear leftover women. I am a leftover man." It is the answer to leftover women, the waiting for leftover women, and the irony of leftover women. An interpreter will have a thousand moods. However, this social problem is vividly displayed.
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8. "The Poet Is Singing"
The color in the dusk
It is like the fluctuating music
I Every cell trembles
I should be a musician
My beautiful fingers can wake the world up or make it fall asleep
The voice is like a wolf under the full moon Xiao
Full of penetrating power and vicissitudes of life
I should still be an artist
The world described in his paintings would make even Leonardo da Vinci cry
Sadness or meaninglessness must flow out in that dusk
Please believe that this is not the greed of human nature, but the curiosity of children
Now I am typing some words called poetry
I will tell you how a poet who cannot become a musician or painter
acts despicably
He uses words to rape the last afterglow of the sky
He used the night to cover up his shameless obscenity
Come and see, this is my poetry
He was destined to be lonely from the day he was pregnant
He has no mother
I am the first man in the world to be pregnant
He has no brothers or sisters
I cannot give birth to another one for him
Before he was born
At least I didn’t dump him into the toilet
After all, he was born from my girlfriend’s breasts
Loneliness is also a An art
When dusk sinks into the ocean
Cool water, soft sand
Isn’t it like the story of the past
Yes , my dear
I still love the past
but I will not satisfy you
Child, I will give birth to it
Even if I die, Wait until he grows up
Grows up enough to understand this poem called Dusk
Even if the poem has no sound
Every inch of his skin will tremble Full of goosebumps
Poem appreciation: "The Poet Is Singing" has a unique poetic imagination, and the use of poetic language reaches a climax. It can give people extraordinary stimulation. "I will give birth to my child, and I will wait for him to grow up even if he dies." This is the author's attitude towards poetry and life. This poem is also known as one of the classic representatives of spiritual escapers. China Poetry Network
9. "Bed"
The bed I slept on all night
is still cold
and is still hard
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It turns out that the bed is alive
It recognizes its owner
The owner has changed
It naturally follows suit
As for the newcomers
You just got my body!
Appreciation: Simple and easy to understand. The spirit escaper always uses simple language to express his love mentality.
10. My wish
What is rubbish is not necessarily shameless
What is shameless must be rubbish
Trash becomes waste When it comes to treasure
There is a time when being shameless becomes noble
So some people jump off the beach
So some people shout from high in the sky
So Some people go crazy in the dark
In return, a group of people watch numbly
I just hope
The leader is not shameless
Otherwise What can I do?
I am just a working worker
A poor person under leadership
11. Teacher, I am wrong
Teacher, I am wrong
Teacher, is this our reunion after more than 10 years?
When I held your hand
I found that I am no longer afraid of you
You have suddenly become kinder now
But neither you nor I are surprised
Teacher, I am the student more than ten years ago
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Stupid, silly
The child who is often disciplined by you with a ruler
I am afraid that you will start from the first time you are beaten
Teacher, you must remember that I am your student
Otherwise you would not hug me so warmly
Yes, yes
This is a place for you to fuck Heartbroken students
How many other students are there
Teacher, I am very happy to call you this
Although I have been away from school for too long
You are not my only teacher
You are the only teacher in my memory who wants to apologize
Teacher, I did something wrong
I lied so that you hit the wrong person
I lied so that I could avoid being beaten
After that cowardice, I don’t dare to be cowardly again
It’s you And that companion gave me strength
Teacher, I was wrong
I met you today
I want to tell you that I was wrong
You are still beautiful
And I already have a beard
Teacher, I was wrong
I know that textbooks are pale
And you and my companions are bright red
I know you will forgive me
Just like you have never remembered my many typos
Teacher, I was wrong
Today, I met you
I write these confessions to you
To commemorate the elementary school where I died
Come to mourn my dead companion
Come to congratulate us on meeting today
You are still beautiful
I am still alive
12 .Afraid
I climbed onto a train impulsively
A lot of people got off in Beijing
A lot of people got off in Shanghai
A lot of people got off in Paris Many people
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I don’t know where to get off the bus
I can only go back to the same place to get off the bus
But I Lie to them and say
I have been to many, many places
These places have a landmark building
His name is - Scared!
Poem appreciation: "Fear" is a characteristic of modern people who have no sense of belonging, no sense of security, and no sense of warmth. "Fear" concisely and profoundly reveals this social phenomenon. This is the charm of poetry.
13. Infinite magnification
Yesterday I passed by the lottery betting station
The room was full of people
They were holding magnifying glasses in their hands
Look at the astronomical numbers seriously
We said this can amplify hope
I went over to take a look
It can indeed amplify hope
I went again today
They said it can amplify hope again
Einstein, did you hear that?
Hua Luogeng, have you seen it?
Your IQ is so weak
Now’s hope
It can be magnified with ten yuan Infinitely
The speed of light?
Haha, the speed of light can even exceed these numbers
The theory of relativity has long been outdated!
The poem is excerpted from the collection of poems by the spirit escaper "The Pen Has a Qianjun"