LinXi: Poetry is a lifestyle I choose.2020

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林兮:诗歌是我选择的一种生活方式

LinXi: Poetry is a lifestyle I choose.2020

2020.05

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      小的时候,诗歌于我可能更像是一种显摆、无病呻吟的工具,我会常常写一些自己也不明所以的句子,而这些句子在现在的我看来也失去了任何的美感。

      When I was young, poetry seemed to me more like a tool for showing off and moaning. I would often write some sentences of my own unknown so, and these sentences now seem to me to have lost any aesthetic feeling.

      而到了初中,成为了稻田诗社的社长,诗歌对我来说更像是一种表达自己的方式了。我已经逐渐有了一点自己的风格,比如说诗歌里的颜色。

      In junior high school, I became the president of the Paddy Poetry Society, and poetry was more like a way to express myself to me. I have gradually developed my own style, such as the colors in poetry.

雪 

Snow


伸出手捂住

Reach out and to cover

他的眼睛。

His eyes.

我知道的。

And I know

他的睫毛可以挂住天上的月亮

The moon in the sky can hang on his eyelashes


用我的眼泪浇灌他的眼睛

Water his eyes with my tears

他低下头

He lowered his head

以柔软抚慰

Comfort with softness

我支离破碎的灵魂

My broken soul


南方又在春天下雪了

It snows in the spring in the south

 


隧道

The Tunnel 


风吹过

The wind blowed 

我拥抱了

 I huged

晒了四季太阳的白衬衫

A white shirt that basked in the sun for four seasons 


曾是隧道尽头光的你

You used to be the light at the end of the tunnel 

如今又为何成为了

Why do you now 

黑暗本身呢?

be the dark itself 


     我在写诗的时候,脑海里会有许多许多模糊而又清晰的意象,比如说上面的这首《雪》。在我看见这首诗的时候,我会感觉身边的温度在慢慢的降低,然后可以依稀看到青灰色的场景。我觉得颜色是我写诗的很重要的灵感来源

     When I write a poem, I will have many vague and clear images in my mind, such as the above poem Snow. When I see this poem, I will feel that the temperature around me is slowly decreasing, and then I can vaguely see the bluish-gray scene. I think color is an important source of inspiration for my poetry writing.


     写诗可以让我抒发自己的情感。有时候会感觉自己有太多的事情好说,但是写一篇长篇大论又显得有些不必要和写不出来,这时候我会选择写诗。因为诗歌并不一定会被看懂,在某种程度上它好像是一扇自己的门,但是只有你有钥匙,而别人用他们的钥匙打开之后,看到的却是自己的内心。

     Writing poetry allows me to express my feelings. Sometimes I feel that I have too many things to say, but writing a long speech seems unnecessary and impossible. At this time, I will choose to write poetry. Because poetry is not necessarily understood, to some extent, it seems to be a door of one's own, but only you have the key, and when others open it with their keys, what they see is their own heart.

冰淇淋 


女儿想吃冰淇淋,爸爸也知道 

但是爸爸没有钱了 

爸爸很苦恼 


隔壁的爷爷家,有一个西瓜田。 

爷爷很吝啬 

爸爸决定做一名小偷。 

爸爸偷到了西瓜 

爸爸把西瓜放进河里 

第二天,爸爸给女儿抱来了西瓜 

可是女儿嘟起嘴巴。 

她想吃冰淇淋

仙人掌

我抱着仙人掌。
它有点戳
一根,
两根,
三根。
哈哈哈,你现在秃了
不过没事,你还有一朵花

     写诗就好像是把当时的心情全部都收进这些文字里,想要回忆的时候再来翻翻看这些文字,就算这件事早已经过去了,再次看到却还是会有情感的振动。

    Writing poetry is like putting all your feelings into these words. When you want to recall, you can look through these words again. Even if this matter has already passed, there will still be emotional vibration when you see it again.


知道吗 

我的皮肤是山峦 

是你从始至终 

走过的跑过的所有的路 

你在清澈的泉水沐浴时 

我泪流不止 

但我从不制止你的欢脱 

我知道你探险的最终目的

是我的眼睛 

你要 

带走我的眼睛 

就像带走她的一样 

《冒险》


我去采莲花了 

为什么池子里只有一坨水草 

好像是冬天 

我走回来 

我窝回被窝睡觉 

睡到三点我醒了 

要给我的鸭子喂东西吃 

我的小黄鸭 

都是毛茸茸的小可爱 

嗯……等等 

哦,它们都在我六岁的时候飞走了。 


太阳出来了。 

《平凡的一天》

     我喜欢让自己的诗在结尾“戛然而止”,我觉得有些话不说出来才比较好。我喜欢这种明明好像要说什么却什么都没说的感觉

    I like to make my poems "stop abruptly" at the end, and I think it's better to keep some words unsaid. I like the feeling that I didn't say anything when I was about to say something.        



朗朗晴天 


阳光尚好, 

卷曲起来的叶子在地上吱吱作响 

一面翻烤完了 

就再滚一圈 

焦灼的味道逐渐蔓延了。 


没有人, 

都是戴着防毒面具的怪物 

它们不会与我打招呼 


起风了, 

当我和她共舞的时候 

风吹走了我的爱人 


     我写诗的时候喜欢听歌。而且喜欢一直听同一首歌。这样我似乎可以更好的把自己的心情写出来,把一些诗和歌放在一起一起听,会发生某种奇妙的反应。这或许是因为歌曲也有特别浓郁的感情色彩吧?

    I like listening to songs when I write poems. And I like to listen to the same song all the time. It seems that I can write my feelings better, and listen to some poems and songs together, which will have some wonderful reaction. Maybe it's because the songs also have a particularly strong emotional color.

     在初一的时候我喜欢颜色偏冷色调的诗,写那种饱和度很高、对比度也很高的诗,就像:

    In the 7th grade, I liked poems with cool colors. I wrote poems with high saturation and high contrast, like:




当烟火的碎片在我面前坠落时 

我知道春天来了 

因为看烟花的金鱼 

在我眼皮底下破碎了 


     在初二的时候,我的风格趋于现在和初一之间,颜色的灰度是比较高的,就像:

    In the 8th grade, my style tended to be between the present and the first grade, and the gray scale of color is relatively high, like:




海洋,蓝色的生物 

天空的坟墓 

而现在它跪在一个姑娘面前 

摔碎了手里的碗 


    现在我初三了,诗的颜色其实慢慢温暖了起来,更偏向于有氛围感的诗了:

   Now that I'm in Grade 9, the color of poems is actually warming up slowly, and I prefer poems with a sense of atmosphere:

看见


我看向窗户外

窗外只有模糊的灯

灯里是我的眼睛

我看见小人被粗暴的摆到舞台上

小人在灯里偷偷的哭

台下的人给小人鼓掌

在两只手掌间我看见了一双眼睛

眼睛告诉我远方有炮声轰隆

我只看见天上的黑云


黄羊 


独自一人走着 

走在空无一人的街道 

不,其实是热闹。 

被放入冰箱、热锅中 

塌下, 

软成一条条曲线 

随着心跳颤动 

眼睛眨巴着 

消失在咖啡色的被子里。 

敲门声响了—— 

叮咚。 

    我写的诗大部分都比较短,因为很多时候好像浓浓的情绪写成诗之后也就没有几个字了,但有时还是会情不自禁的写下去。

   Most of my poems are short, because many times it seems that there are not many words after I write them, but sometimes I can't help writing them.


疑问 


破碎的子弹
破了洞的白纸
现在
请你告诉我
破碎的子弹如何填补?

一边是鹿
一边是人
现在
请你告诉我
我相信哪一边比较好?

身后是悬崖
面前是冰川 
现在
请你告诉我
我是应该后退还是前进?

大理石的小丑面具
泥土的印第安头套
现在    请你告诉我
我该戴上哪个比较好?

请你告诉我,
我是生存
还是毁灭



    正在写这篇文章的时候,又看到对面的居民房的屋顶上,停了几只麻雀,正在唱着我听不懂的歌,所以我也不知道最后该说什么好了。

    While writing this article, I saw some sparrows parked on the roof of the opposite residential building, singing songs that I couldn't understand, so I didn't know what to say at last. 

    那就谢谢阅读吧,晚安!

    Then thank you for reading. Good night!

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