Poetry about forced demolitions

1. Poems, quick sketches, etc. about demolition

Four demolition poems

1 Old House

The old house is mottled

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A gust of wind passed by

The fallen plaster shattered all over the floor

In the hollows on the wall

people of different ages were exposed

Colors, quotations, slogans, slogans

Show his different glory and pain

They go deep into the wall one by one

Moss grows on the wall

That happened after the rainy season

From time to time I went to the hospital to paint the old man

A sick father

Lying down and saying "demolish" Under the eaves nearby

Close your eyes and meditate

Shake the old cattail leaf fan in the past

Like a wise man

2 "Door Frame"

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The roof was lifted, the wall was pushed down

A door frame, leaning on the ruins

Like a devout penitent

Or for the hometown Old House

Unyielding Pilgrimage

Excavators and iron bulls roaring

Digging out foundation stones

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Take away the steel and iron bones

The ancestral home has lost its soul

Collapsed ruins

Large cow dung

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Grow flowers in real estate

Chasing the farmyard of your dreams

Pulling out the hardworking animals

The kind-hearted old cow who works in farming

3 "Relocation"

Those who have lived in transitional housing for six years

The demolition households will be divided into houses by lottery

Young people move into high-rise buildings quickly

The windows are clear and the excitement is extraordinary

Screaming for joy

The level of sexual life has also improved

Old people shrink into garages

In a limited area

The aisles are narrowed, the beds are narrowed

Even the wrinkles are tightened

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On the single-burner gas stove

A wooden board

Two red candles

Three sticks of fragrance

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Scattered

Immortals and Ancestors

4 "Bald Head"

The captain of the demolition team is a man

Bald head and bare back A bachelor

Some people say he looks like a monk

A wandering gas lamp

Without the worry threads, six threads

Can you be quiet

Stonemason Zhang holding an iron chisel in his hand

Guarding him all his life

The old house built with stones

Want to take a look

Is a bald head a potato

Or is it an empty and flamboyant stone 2. The poems about the dismantling of relatives and blessings

Amber pours thousand-year-old wine, flat peaches hold the sun, thousand-year-old longevity, glass bottles and four-season flowers. The old cypress towers to the sky and the green sons pay tribute to Sun Xianfu like the Eastern Sea. Psalm and offer Jia Ping's poems. Bless the body and strengthen the body. Longevity is better than Nanshan. People call it longevity. Examine the East. Pour the North Sea, hope is like the North Sea, the volume is especially deep, the longevity is good, the spring is full, the pots are extended, the scenery is beautiful, and the new year is celebrated. The ceremony is to add the sea house, wish for a long life, please compose the Nanshan banquet, open the west preface, pour the North Sea, the east step is colorful, the second chapter of Jiazichun, the first August, the autumn, and the immortal. The whole country is drunk with music and singing. Sixty-year-old people are more vigorous than pine trees and trillium. People are planting fairy grass. The sixty-year-old is blooming again. The sixty-year-old flowers are blooming again. Spring and Autumn are not old. The great virtues are great every year. The ancients are rare. Wanglong is celebrating the government. The orchids and jade groups are fragrant and auspicious. The seven-rank jade board supports the dove and the staff walks towards the court. The spring and autumn are always great and the time is bright. The spring is bright and the silk fiber is long. 3. Poet, can you write poems about demolition?

By chance, I read a poem. The poem was average, but it was a poem about demolition and a poem that paid attention to people's livelihood, which made me deeply moved. of respect.

In recent years, if a poet has paid attention to people's livelihood, he has written poems about the Wenchuan earthquake. However, this burst of noise also exposed the schizophrenia of the current poets. Most poets seemed to have experienced a serious overdraft of energy. In the face of disasters such as the Yushu earthquake and the drought in southwest China, they were powerless and chose silence, and concealed it in silence. I don’t have enough passion.

At this moment, when I read a demolition poem, I was surprised to find life in the desert and gold in the sand. It turns out that there are still a few poets who have preserved a keen heart and silently Write poetry with conscience. Demolition is an inevitable phenomenon in urbanization, but this word is by no means inferior to "SARS", "Sanlu", etc. It has a shocking effect, and the disharmonious factors it generates can often become the focus of society.

People who burn their bodies into torches, people who are so desperate that they invent artillery, people who are so anxious that they put threats into bullets, people who are unscrupulous and kill people to silence them, interpret each of the thrilling scenes. In peaceful times. However, as a contradiction within the people that should be given a true reflection, the poem may have been stunned and speechless.

In fact, there are many poetic materials and themes in demolition. "Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because I love this land deeply." Moving to a new place and returning fallen leaves to their roots is not so much a traditional bad habit of the Chinese people as it is the stable mentality of the Chinese people.

However, the psychological shock caused by the demolition, the subtle impact of the market economy on the demolished households, and the inner feelings of the demolished people can be expressed in poetry, but a large number of poems are missing. . "There are tens of thousands of vast buildings, and the poor people in the world are all happy. They are as safe as a mountain in the wind and rain." Du Fu's fraternity and sympathy are not worth a lot of money, but Du Fu's poems express reality on the one hand, which is the authentic reality. Doctrine, on the other hand, plays the role of poetry in speaking out for injustice and speaking out on behalf of the people.

This makes him a great poet. When the demolished households are not "unmoving" but "precarious", who will pay attention to their dilemma of being unable to complain and resist? It is often when the extreme evicted households, like the extremely humiliated Japanese samurai, engage in self-destruction that the media suddenly jumps out and exposes the "surprising" discovery.

At this time, a large number of poems are still sitting on the sidelines and turning a deaf ear. They neither express reality nor have a trace of anger. Some people say that if urbanization must come at the expense of lives, then is "city, make life better" an irony? And can poetry be like a sharp dagger that penetrates into the heart of social absurdities? In fact, the dagger has become rusty and the poet has become decadent. The reasons are as follows: first, the poet's schizophrenia. Nowadays, poets are often exhausted by the trivial life; second, the poet's life is marginalized and lacks universality. Sympathy, not paying attention to the common people; the third is the poet's personality disorder, no conscience, fear of getting burned, and wise to protect himself.

In the decadent current era, poets no longer take on social responsibilities, so I ask: Poet, your poetic heart has been demolished. Can you write demolition poems? . 4. Poems about the blessing of close relatives

Pouring thousand-year-old wine in amber, flat peaches holding the sun, longevity in the glass vase, four-season flowers, towering ancient cypresses, thousands of years old, young sons paying homage to the grandson, Xianfu, and praising Jiaping's poems like the East China Sea, blessing the body, strengthening the body, and longevity. Bi Nanshan people call it Shou Kao Dongxu partial regular sequence period Yangchun Chun with pines and cypresses Jun Song Nanshan is said that Nanshan spring is not old and longevity is called the country's auspicious auspiciousness presents hibiscus. I love the North Sea. I hope it is like the North Sea. The grand ceremony of the annual expedition is to prepare for the sea house to wish for longevity. Please compose the Nanshan feast. Open the Western Prologue and pour the Beihai Colorful East Steps. The second chapter of the Jiazi Spring is the first August. Autumn is high and the fairy osmanthus is high. The whole country is drunk with Shengge and Taiping. Sixty-year-old people are better than Qiaosong and Trillium. Like mountains, Rufu records, newly blooming flowers, Spring and Autumn, not old, great virtue, every year, respecting the past, looking forward to the government, celebrating the three-man banquet, Jinjue, Bamboo Forest, Jin Festival, orchid and jade group, fragrant and blooming, seven-rank jade board, dove support, stick, walking toward the court, walking in the spring and autumn, eternal good days. The spring is bright and the day of fishing for silk fiber is long and reopens, so that the life of the armor is long.

5. Sentences describing the mood of the demolished house

①. Looking at the world, we live romantically. The world is not evil. Let the years retain a pure heart to wash my eyes. I can cry when I am calm and smile when I am in difficulty. Dreams prove our footsteps, while harvest proves our efforts. We gain loneliness when we are having fun, and gain happiness in our memories. ② Parting is just two places, my thoughts are not separated, my emotions are not separated, and I look into the distance. Do I know that I am parting with myself? Listening to the footsteps, I have already left. I don’t want to Where I left, my heart meets again in the old place. ③, Sad city. No one knows the cause of pain. No one asks why tears are so extravagant. People in a hurry and cars in a hurry look at the time and pass by here. Every breath of wind is like being drunk and drunk. The trees are dancing together, and each cloud is like tired and wants to rest on the building. The neon is too bright to see the spinning footsteps. The green wine seems to have no alcohol content. One cup at a time, I give it to the lonely tricycle. I can no longer keep up with the heavy motorcycle boys and girls. Why do they put them My hair is dyed, I don’t know who they changed the color for, my old mood can’t sing a new song, my old house is demolished, I’m building it every day, I hope I don’t tear it down, and leave it to the new years.