He He homesickness is the wanderer's attachment to his hometown, the missing of his native land, and the unspeakable wandering emotion。From Li Bai's "This nocturne" smell folding willow，Who can not afford to return home "to Wang Wei's" alone in a foreign land for a stranger.，Every festival times think of relatives ";From Song asked, "Near nostalgia is more timid.，Dare not ask the bearer "to Du Fu's" Dew from tonight white.，The month is hometown Ming ";From Liu Yuxi's "travel in the night.，Village thought is but autumn "to Dai Shulun's" pedestrian infinite autumn wind thought.，Water and green mountains are like hometown ";From Yuan Zhen's "hometown read.，Twilight as empty hall sleep "to Bai Juyi" see the moon should cry，One night in the same place "and so on，All of them are examples of homesickness used in pastoral poetry creation。 In recent years, the pastoral poetry review article is a thousand people, repeat predecessors, repeat others, repeat themselves。False emptiness filled the pastoral poetry forum。Few people can discuss the creation of pastoral poetry from one point and one side。I have read hundreds of theoretical articles on pastoral poetry, most of the examples cited are repeated, and the real writers rarely appear。There is, after all, a difference between a theorist and a writer。Theorists lay emphasis on academic, mostly belong to the temple;The hand emphasizes creation, mostly from rivers and lakes。In the field of pastoral poetry, the current situation is that theorists study the works of the hand and follow the works。No master has created a set of pastoral poetry theory to guide the creation of pastoral poetry。The postponement of the theorist's discussion leads to the capriciousness of the creator's creation。As a pastoral poetry writer, seeing such a situation, it is somewhat worried about the prospects of pastoral poetry。Although I am not a theorist, as a hobbyist, I have the obligation to speak my mind to the theorist。Of course, my text on the writing of pastoral poetry is not a thesis, let alone an academic, but just a writer's writing experience, throwing a brick, providing a little material for theorists, waiting for real theorists to summarize and improve。You never know when it will be used as a negative example by the experts。If so, it would be a blessing。 The word homesickness has existed since ancient times。As the theme of pastoral poetry, it has never been interrupted in its creation。The rapid reduction of the proportion of agricultural population in modern rural urbanization is an inevitable trend of social development。Many farmers work in cities and have formed a special group。The urbanized peasants, or other professionals who are farmers, have a deep attachment to their hometown, which is reflected in the poetry works of homesickness。At present, writing poems about migrant workers mostly shows their working and living conditions。Some of these poems reflect the group's homesickness。As a member of the group of migrant workers, as a member of the pastoral poetry writer, I will talk about my experience in creating homesick poetry。 Wind wake branches hair buds, a curtain of dreams light as yarn。异乡莫作消魂句，绿遍通州不是家！ 来京之前，大多时候生活在长春的老家，过着纯正的田园生活。When I came to Beijing, I lived in Tongzhou, which is also a rural area。There are some differences, but it's still a pastoral life。Therefore, in the past ten years in Beijing, I still wrote a large number of pastoral poems。Of course, the same landscape scenery, the same pastoral scenery, give me the feeling is fundamentally different。Reflected in the poetry creation, there is also a kind of hard to hide homesickness。This song "Tongzhou Eight Mile Bridge view willow", is such a work。Spring has come, the wind has woken up, the dream has sprouted in the branches, and the pale yellow gradually became a light green yarn...It's so beautiful.。However, looking around, this great beauty is a foreign country。 Outside the walls, the spring sows and the sun casts on the stars。Pay close attention to the budding。Chili with green diamonds, corn with red tassels。
Cabbage scallions northeast taste, foreign thoughts difficult to smooth。The poem by the hedge is watery and Lingling。The cucumber is sparse and dense, and the hometown is full of love。 The song "Linjiang Xian • Beijing Tongzhou residential vegetable feeling" is still written in Tongzhou pastoral life。However, the cabbage and spring Onions are still the taste of northeast China, and the cucumber shelf is covered with hometown sincere feelings。The above two works focus on the scene, and the following "North Drift" is focused on lyrical: lonely feelings wild crane body, elegant white feather Xu dust。Have poured the pen bottom three points of ink, difficult to dye the end of the spring。Poetry with cloud shadow light, homesickness and new moon bud。Pillow still hate warbler sound early, disturbed to find the dream。 A person alone, the taste, difficult to say。Many years have passed, many aspects have changed, the same is still the thick nostalgia。The above three songs are about pastoral life in Beijing。The following few songs are written in Beijing to recall the pastoral life of the hometown, look at the two "Qingping music • childhood" : smoke shaking, a tree singing。All over the mountains with ripples, sunset wind turned wheat waves。
The crescent moon before the eaves is like a hook, how many spring and autumn between the fingers。只有童年颜色，依然涂在心头！ 童谣听惯，犬吠连成片。Days used to be slow, how many years dark change。
White clouds blossoming leisurely, wall mountain moon curved。莫道穷乡闭塞，一条小路通天！ 童年永远是人生记忆中最美好、最值得回味的部分。No matter to go to the ends of the earth, childhood life, childhood scenes are vividly remembered。And friendship, is a more beautiful scenery with the growth of life, look at the "Partridge day • Li Lintong recall the old" : love to the north thick Yellow dragon house, that year paddling Li Lintong。Two lines of spring borrow peach blossom rain, a roll of painting open willow wind。
Turn over the past, look at the stars。At that time, the people were already scattered。Many unforgettable sentences, not in the poem in the dream。 Before we came to Beijing, Sun Yanping, Pan Taring and I waited for the small mountain village beside the Songhua River to meet the local opera writers. It was the late summer and early autumn, and it was the season of beautiful shrimp and fat fish。Paddle on the Songhua River, walk along the Songhua River。Sitting cross-legged on the kang, eating roasted corn and boiled peanuts, listening to the interesting stories told by my friends...Every time I think of this beautiful, I will unconsciously give birth to some melancholy, and these melancholy will unconsciously become words。The following two "Linjiang Fairy" is also full of strong homesickness complex: wilderness search for autumn, Songhua River together。Rice yellow lotus old water flowing east。Dazed and tired, lying on his back on a small dune。
Looking back on the past ten years, the nostalgia has moved to the tall buildings。人生一叶似扁舟！问君还好吧，逐梦要从头！ 弹指之间多少事，都成过眼云烟。Once green those years。True feelings know a few, the old dream has been speechless。After all, the tide comes and goes, life can only follow the fate。It's easy to find a sentence。The wind and the moon have nothing to do with it。 Homesickness is an eternal theme in poetry creation, and for the wanderers who are away from home, homesickness is a subject that is difficult or lacking in his works。I work in a foreign land, touching the scene is a common thing。"Walk" is like this: near the new autumn dream high, the dike sentence slow deliberation。天涯游子惊回首，一片乡愁挂树梢！ 思乡的结果是回乡。There is a world of emotional difference between home writing and foreign writing。The realm of his pastoral poetry works is very different from that at home。"Hometown" two especially can express this feeling: autumn dream boundless, looking back at the shadow of the sun。At the end of the village, I found my childhood。 Don't ask where you recognize your hometown, low bungalow。当年记忆今犹剩，那堵残存老土墙！ 许多曾经的记忆随着时光的逝去而消逝，站在那片承载了自己童年的土地上，感受着岁月消融，物是人非，此情此景，让我百感交集。"Smell old mother sick return" has a layer of light sadness: starlight dark several heavy deep, road carrying light cold can not be banned。A cold curved border plug month, vast miles of home heart。Feihong light shadow when, old trees where to find new branches。The mountains are also thin thin clouds, the village head back to step is heavy。 There is no positive writing about mother here, just through the description of the scene to show my inner feelings。Emotions must be synchronized with the words under the pen, what kind of feelings, what kind of words will there be。It is true that all scenes and words are feelings。I go back to my hometown every Spring Festival, during which I always find an excuse to visit from time to time。Come to see "Butterfly love • Home" : lonely journey starmoon small, all the way singing, all the way to turn the manuscript。Thousands of miles to find the roots of love, the end of the world to xing know how much!
纵目南山秋色老，旧梦依然，回到家真好！犬吠鸡鸣花共草，远离都市无纷扰！ 思乡已久，回到故土那种兴奋难免跃然纸上。See two more "Dashisha • Chinese New Year" : a lantern brick house, cement Avenue next to the village。Childhood memories of snow。
The wanderer returns to become a stranger, his hometown is not a long time。Not yesterday's boy。 The cattle are full of pens, the chickens are crowing and the dogs are barking in the morning。The new wall is framed by the window cut。
Beer cup filled with happiness, steamed bread face spring。Two chopsticks into the line。 Looking at the changes of my hometown, feeling the progress of The Times, experiencing the warmth of family affection, everything in front of me is so beautiful。Put this kind of beauty, between the lines, naturally painted with a bright color, full of poetic meaning。Good times are always easier to pass away, in the twinkling of an eye, that is to say goodbye to the time, in order to live, but also away from the homeland, that is a kind of pain - "Linjiang Xian • Return" : ten days of time, how can two hands wave。The sound of autumn follows each other far and near。Magpie sound in the ear, willow shadow gradually lower eyebrows。
The most is not to give up, never discrete difficult to violate。But the deadline came back early at the end of the year。Because the road is far, the starry night geese fly south。 2017.12.8 in Beijing
He He Tonglian: Mailbox 1-101, Building 33, Jinyuan, Xinhualian District, Tongzhou District, Beijing 101100 He He Resume: He He, male, born in Nongan, Jilin Province, poet and calligrapher。Chinese Poetry Society Education and training center senior seminar instructor。He has won the first prize in the National poetry competition for more than 10 times, and the first and second prizes for nearly 100 times。His books include "Instant Poetry Handbook", "He He Poetry Anthology", "Poetry Comments Notes", "100 characters flying Flower Ling", "Years in Poetry", "Verse Verse Verse Verse Collection" and so on。
