But the butterflies know the villagers

-- A brief introduction to the creation of pastoral poetry

Tuyun Bridge, Hubei Province
 

    I was born in the ancient city of Jiangxia Wulijie Town Tangtu village near the shore of Liangzi Lake. My home is located in the middle of the village, west facing east. Whenever the sun rises, the curved river in front of the door glistens with golden light。I remember whistling with my friends herding cattle in the summer, and often liked to climb on the neck of the cow, grab the horn, run to the river and pick the lotus seed。When he landed, he did not forget to take a huge lotus leaf and wear it on his head as a straw hat to shield him from the hot sun。
 

    Soon, along the winding track and field to the old Wu Pan Primary School, began my school life。Outside the classroom window is a perennial green spring hill, although not high, but can not see the end。As a child, I longed to cross this mountain。Under the guidance of the first teacher and parents, Chun Chun made me understand a truth that only reading can go to see the wonderful world outside。

    Flowers bloom and fall, blink of an eye thirty years past, the sea changes, hometown has become a part of the city, although away from hometown more and more, look back, found that hometown is not far away。Every grass and tree in my hometown, every little bit of my hometown, ripples in my heart all the time。Like the river in front of the village, no matter how far the process is, her source is here。Looking back on my own poetry road, I was surprised to find that there are many works of pastoral poetry in every stage of my creation, she is like the rice in the field, the green pine in the mountain, constantly growing in my heart。

    Such as "childhood fun" one: "Xitang play water sunset late, clothes hanging willow branches。Play back home yellow dog barking, mother called childhood under the moon。Second: "Partner two or three whistle, willow pond knot net frog.。Suddenly he fell into the pool and smiled and held the lotus in his arms。These two quatrains are the true portrayal of childhood life and the deep nostalgia for my mother and small partners in my hometown。

    Another example is "Garden scene" one: "The sound of the grain in front of the door, the neighbor field weng ridge upward.。More children cover the hat, a plow good rain while the spring ploughing, "second:" chicken singing wind and rain hometown, thin willow hanging Yang road a few ways.。Water filled pond flowers full eyes, flying cuckoo two or three sound。Third: "Songfeng bamboo shadow fence, often remember Tang Tu is my home.。Dogs bark a few to welcome visitors, wisteria purple swing on the mountain baby。Fresh and picturesque, the joy of the countryside filled with it。Hometown has taken root in my poetry, and it has become an important source of my creation。
 

    Because of poetry creation, because of the power of words, because of the penetration of culture, the father and mother officials in my hometown invited me to write an autobiography in 2012, "Swallow a hundred schools of Thought for the Truth, Penetrate All Things: My Way of Poetry".。In this biography of nearly ten thousand words, the expression is full of deep nostalgia。Since Mr. Wu Liu Tao Yuanming created the peach blossom source, the later generations of literati yearn for pastoral life。"If you reach, you will benefit the world, and if you are poor, you will be free.。"The garden is the best belonging of the frustrated officials and dignitaries of the past dynasties。Wu Tai's poem case banished Su Shi from Huangzhou, bent down in Longmu, since then the name of Dongpo echoed in the history of literature for thousands of years。Tao Ling also because of his insight, since then in the poetry of the sky shine。Meng Haoran life cloth clothes, seclusion Xiangyang Lumen mountain, but poetry to the king。Won the praise of the poet Li Bai: "I love Mengfu Zi, the world heard the wind.。Beauty abandoned xuan crown, white head lying pine cloud。"They are my fellow sages, like stars in the night, shining on my way forward.。Hometown, no matter where I am, what I miss most is hometown, it is hometown that raised me。A poetic heart spsprout in the "water full pond flowers full eyes" after the village front house。

    After 30 years of chrysanthemums blooming all over the hills, I returned to my hometown。My childhood hometown has long been a part of Wuhan, even the old house where I lived for ten years. A few years ago, due to the rapid development of the city, it has become a main road from Wuhan to my hometown, and its name is Culture Avenue。Accompanied by a classmate who has been apart for thirty years, he will visit the mountains and rivers of his hometown again。I found that even though I had walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, I had never come out of my hometown, and only my hometown could place my soul。"Go around the world, the most beautiful Jiangxia", "month is hometown Ming", "who don't say my hometown is good.？"Hometown Jiangxia is my peach land world。
 

    Back to my hometown, in front of my friends, in front of my parents, I can cry, I can laugh, I can break the railing, I can be drunk as a song, I can take off all the masks and restore a real me。I am the son of a farmer, the son of the earth。No matter how prosperous the city is, it will always be the pastoral land that nurtures the city。

    Returning home less than a month, the pastoral poems such as underground springs, gurgling out, such as clouds, such as running water, such as water on the lotus leaves, natural heaven。I also seemed to hear the sound of flowers, and heard my mother calling me home for dinner under the small village moon。The wisps of smoke still linger in the sky of my hometown, but also linger in my heart。My hometown is eternal in my pastoral poems。For example, a group of students "Returning Home with feelings to send Shou Gang, Meng Chao, Yong Zi and Limin", one of them: "Thirty years of flowing light illusion is not true, the hometown can not see grass encroachment。Wild birds on the branches call deeply, young feelings do not dye dust。Second: "The vast heaven and earth send floating body, do not change the original twice feel Jane.。Stepping between flowers to find old dreams, but more than butterflies know the villagers。Third: "Qinglongshan and king, Yangliuyiyi is a close neighbor.。Go to rivers and lakes for thirty years, return home like early spring。Fourth: "Big hidden court small hidden village, apricot flowers open wine still warm.。Lianghu water warm waves ripple, carrying a trace of Xishi moon。"One of the thirty years of streaming light is regrettable, the native garden flowers from birth, the branches of birds call。Looking back on this life, we know the preciousness and rarity of the young feelings that do not stain the dust。Among them, the word "wild" conveys God, and the bird without a home is like a wandering person, so the "deep" call, call 㳭 deep, deep and deep, and not just a sound。Second free and easy romantic, do not change the original four words is the soul。Therefore, the floating body flower seeks a dream, "children do not know each other", but butterflies know who I am, Zhuangzhou Mengdi, Ann knows me as a butterfly, butterfly for me!Childlike innocence, carefree dream。The third is spring and willow。Yiyi willow, a farewell thirty years。Hometown meeting, although it is the autumn cool wind gradually, but there are young students hand in hand, let the wanderer moved warm like spring。Its four first two sentences by a natural without trace, legend Fan Li success and retirement, do not linger rich, with Xishi rafting five lakes, literati complex wind and snow moon wine light ink, also painting poetry。

    My pastoral poetry mainly expresses the beautiful aspects of the countryside, peaceful, beautiful, simple language, like a picture scroll slowly unfolded。

    My parents and the folks in my hometown have already moved into the modern garden community。The second is the true portrayal of the changes in the hometown in the past 30 years: "The tall buildings are new every day, and it is difficult to find the traces of the old days.。Lianghu road floral attack, the birds in Kumsusan smell。It's hard to find a trail。Who cut the embroider and spread the universe？Spring breeze thirty years old hometown change, today's urban and rural difficult to subdivide。The changes in the countryside are also deeply reflected in the "Fishing Pride • rapeseed land wind" : "The blue sky is blue, bees and butterflies dance, and the spring breeze is full of golden wisps。Deep flower path meet an old woman。Spread laughter, children and grandchildren fly to live in tall buildings。 Do not enter the group Fang without worry, willing to add wealth for farmers。Spices and delicacies are delicious。Smell the gongs and drums, who is married to the bride today。The integration of urban and rural areas has become a reality in my hometown。The life of the villagers has changed dramatically, and now my parents are still living in this fertile land。My parents, in their 80s, are sincerely grateful to the country's rural policy, seeing that they live in old age, like urban people, get a monthly salary, have medical insurance when they are sick, and can go to the best people's Hospital in Wuhan for medical treatment when they are seriously ill。As parents grow older, they return to their hometown more and more frequently. Because filial piety cannot wait, their love for their hometown is getting stronger and stronger. In the poem "Marten Fur for Wine", they express their inequable yearning for their hometown。Ci before the small preface: "Hometown landscape, 30 years to come and go, Fu Ci few.。Returning home for a few days, together with the window of the mountain in the water, birds, flowers and shadows, the path of secluded, competing to face, with the thought of returning。I don't know where I am today。Ci said, "Where did the past come from?。Melancholy autumn wind, blowing old trees, half life such as leaves。Fly to the forest to find no place, but see through the flower butterfly。More timid, cold bitter heat。Outside the window qian who with the chrysanthemum, listen to wood, home feeling still cut。Will enter the wine, far mountain stack。A long farewell。Look at Tianhe, sparse star points, broken clouds are difficult。Young do not know the depth of the cup, still Yangguan sing。Read thirty, bustling dummy。Thousands of rivers and mountains have been traveled, but to teach people, cry all homesick blood。Old dreams, drunk pine moon。A wisp of homesickness, thousands of idle worries, are in this wine this drunk!A sentence of "crying all the hometown blood" makes people look back with low eyebrows and ponder。This experience, this understanding, only "thousands of rivers and mountains have traveled", after the bustling experience only some sigh with regret。

    The long river in front of the village, whenever the wind passes, the layers of waves that rise, the children who ride on the neck of the ox splashing in the water, the brooding students who "sit and watch the dragonfly skimming the water", the young people who collect the lotus "but the road is lost"。"Natural to whitewash, water out of hibiscus"。Sketch it, that is the best pastoral poetry one after another。I remember that on the 10th anniversary of the establishment of Lulong County Ferns Poetry Society, a famous town of poetry in Hebei Province, I invited Fu Ci to congratulate: "The clear water boat is a leaf row, ferns and ferns are full of garden flowers for ten years.。Niu Longmu spring sprinkling, bamboo mask pine window wine credit。/ Five willows, two frogs。Cut cloud for the brocade painting farm。The wild birds in the sparse forest have a good sentence。This poetry society is all farmers, and good poetry is in the folk。Pastoral poetry is inseparable from the countryside。Poetic, congratulatory feelings in this "Partridge day" words。The anniversary of the establishment of the Southern farmers' Poetry Society in Yulin, Guangxi Province, in the "Zhetridge Day" congratulatory words: "The wind is flowing, the sea books overflow, the grain is full of laughter.。After the farmers became rich, they picked up a pen, picked up a book, and sang about life。"Field corner poem material", as a pastoral poet, we not only need to look at the sky, but also need to bend down to the earth, experience all things, and breathe with farmers。

    If hometown is the starting point of the dream of pastoral poetry, then the vast land of China can be said to be our hometown everywhere。The regional themes of the creation of pastoral poetry can be said to be infinite。

    On a moonlit night, when I stepped into the Dong village of Liuzhou Sanjiang Gaoyou Village, the warm welcome wine, the national charm of a hundred hundred banquet, swaying the Doye dance, one Dong villagers holding clear and sweet glutinous rice wine came to toast, cup after cup, I drank in the wooden buildings of Dong friends, I felt that they were relatives。Misty wrote "Night to Sanjiang Dong Gaoyou Village" : "Gaoyou moon scar new, far-reaching mountain dust。The drum tower lights, looking at each other is relatives。"Guest Dong Village" : "Welcome a cup of wine, Dong village laughter back.。The most is the doye dance, the string and the pipe。"And other series of poems。The ethnic minorities who feel hospitable here are also my relatives。We drove from Liuzhou, running all the way, when we arrived at Gaoyou Village, Linxi Township, it was already about 9 o 'clock in the evening, and the villagers, in the field outside the Drum Tower, put a hundred hundred banquet, has been waiting for us。Sincere feeling is an important feature of my pastoral poetry creation。Gaoyou Village, Dong Village, is also my hometown in another sense, which is an enlarged hometown。Regardless of region, regardless of nationality, we live in harmony, wine songs, happy。"Three hundred litchi a day as Lingnan people", heart with Dongpo。The big city is more and more crowded, the haze is gradually born, and the Dong village sky blue blue water blue blue, people happy life, happy, although poor, but enjoy a long life。Even during the Cultural Revolution, they did not criticize anyone。Less chance and the idea of fame and fortune, more a calm, safe。"Not indifferent and bright, not quiet and far。If you don't take the fame and fortune lightly, you won't have a clear ambition, and you can't achieve a great goal if you can't study calmly and quietly。 This is not the pastoral poet expressed a major theme and to maintain the state of mind？
 

    There is no definite method in poetry and no definite rule in literature。Writing pastoral poetry is a kind of practice in life. When you are tired in the journey of life, you can rest your feet at any time, look back at your hometown, replenish your energy, and continue on your way。

    If the city is the place where we fly our dreams, the countryside is the harbor of our hearts。Never put himself as a pastoral poet, spring flowers, facing the countryside。"Go to the water is poor, sit and watch when the clouds rise", where the clouds rise, there is my hometown, a place where I was born and raised。To create pastoral poetry, it is necessary to break tens of thousands of books and travel tens of thousands of miles。You can't just sit back and watch the world。Tang and Song dynasties, the famous pastoral poets, do not do reading, official, roaming, friends。Only by broadening our horizons and paying attention to the world, can the road of pastoral poetry become wider and wider。
 

    I have lived in the countryside since childhood, and it is the countryside that has cultivated my hard-working, kind and tenacious qualities。Idyllic, idyllic, quiet and simple pastoral life is my dream。The road to the creation of pastoral poetry is long, I will search up and down。

 

On October 14, 2015, it was struck in Wuchang Yingyue Building                

    Address: No. 2-4-1, Sanfei Police Building, Hui 'an Road, Wuchang, Wuhan, Hubei Province Name: Tu Yunqiao Zip code: 430062