Poems on Forced Demolition

1. Allegro and other four poems about demolition.

1 Laowu

The old house is mottled

A gust of wind has passed.

The falling mud shattered the ground.

In a hole in the wall

Show people of different ages

Color, quotation, slogan, slogan

Show his different glory and pain

They went deep into the wall in turn.

Moss has grown on the wall.

It was after a rainy season.

Go to the hospital to paint old people from time to time.

Sick father

Lying next to the word "demolition" under the eaves

close one's eyes in repose

Shake the old cattail leaf fan.

Like a wise man

2 "door frame"

Lift the top of the floor and push the wall.

A doorframe, leaning against the ruins.

Like a pious confessor

Or go to my hometown.

Fearless worship

Excavators and iron cows roar

Dig out the cornerstone

Break concrete and cement beams

Remove steel bars and iron bones.

The ancestral home has lost its soul ever since.

Collapsed ruins

Use big cow dung

What a good compost

Planting flowers for real estate

Chasing the farmhouse yard in my heart

It's hard to drive out one by one.

A kind old cow.

3 "Relocation"

Who has lived in the transitional house for six years?

Relocated households, drawing lots for housing distribution

The young people quickly moved into the tall building.

Window machine is bright and clean, very lively.

Ring angle

The level of sexual life has also improved.

The old man huddled in the garage.

In a limited area

Narrow the aisle, narrow the bed

Even the wrinkles are tightened.

On the gas stove with one eye.

(wooden) board

Two red candles.

Sanzhixiang

call out

disperse

Immortals and ancestors

4 "bald head"

The captain of the demolition team is a

Bare bachelor

Some people say it looks like a monk.

Wandering steam lamp

Six troubles are missing.

Can you be quiet?

A stonemason with an iron chisel.

Accompany him all his life

An old house made of stone.

Want to see it?

Bald head is potato.

Or a stone that escapes publicity?

2. Pro-fu poems break the school amber and pour Millennium wine, flat peaches hold Millennium glass bottles, plant ancient cypress flowers in four seasons, cypress trees towering into the sky, evergreen, worship as the East China Sea, and offer Jiaping poems. Fulu is in good health and lives better than Nanshan and Xu Dong, who are called handcuffs, and Yang Chunchun and Bai Song, who praise Nanshan. It is said that Nanshan spring is not old, hibiscus is rare, Nanshan banquet is open to the west, and Beihai is full of color. The second Jiazi was in early spring. In August, Levin died in the early autumn, and the whole country sang songs and got drunk. People aged 60 are healthier than the elderly in Qiao Song. Xiancao Jiazi is like a mountain again. New Jiazi flowers are not old in the spring and autumn, and Germany is not old on New Year's Day. It is a celebration of more than three banquets. Bamboo forest is full of strength. Lan Yu qun Xiang, seven-rank jade plate holder

3. Poet, can you write a poem about demolition? I accidentally read a poem, which was written in general, but it was a poem about demolition and concern for people's livelihood, which made me deeply respect.

In recent years, to say that poets are concerned about people's livelihood is to write Wenchuan earthquake poems. However, this noise also exposed the spiritual weakness of the current poet. Most poets seem to have experienced a serious energy overdraft. In the face of Yushu earthquake, southwest drought and other disasters, they can do nothing, choose silence, and use silence to cover up their lack of passion.

Reading a demolition poem at the moment, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there is life in the desert and gold in the sand. It turns out that there are still a few poets who keep a keen heart and silently write poems with their conscience. Demolition is an inevitable phenomenon in the process of urbanization, but the word is not inferior to "SARS" and "Sanlu", and it has a deterrent effect, and the disharmony factors it produces can often become the focus of society.

People who burn corpses into torches, people who invent artillery in a hurry, people who jump over walls and put threats into bullets, and people who kill people recklessly perform thrilling scenes in peacetime. However, poetry, as a contradiction among the people that should be truly reflected, may be aphasia due to consternation.

In fact, there are many materials and themes of poetry in the demolition. "Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply?" Relocation and defoliation are not so much the traditional bad habits of China people as the calm mentality of China people.

The psychological shock brought by the demolition, the subtle influence of the market economy on the relocated households and the feelings of the relocated households were originally expressed in poetry, but a large number of poems were absent. "There are tens of millions of spacious buildings, and the poor in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are like calm mountains." Du Fu's love and sympathy are not worth a few dollars, but Du Fu's poems, on the one hand, express reality and are authentic realism, on the other hand, play a role in expressing people's feelings.

This made him a great poet. When the relocated households are not "unmoved" but "tottering", who will pay attention to their plight that they have nowhere to complain and are unable to resist? Often extreme relocated households, like extremely insulted Japanese samurai, self-destruct. Only then will the media suddenly jump out and expose the discovery of "surprise".

At this time, a large number of poems are still looking on coldly, ignored, showing neither reality nor anger. Some people say that if urbanization is bound to be at the expense of life, is it ironic that "better city, better life"? And can poetry be inserted into the absurd heart of society like a sharp dagger? In fact, the dagger has rusted and the poet has been decadent. The reasons are: firstly, the poet's spirit is weak, and now poets are often exhausted by trivial life; Second, the poet's life is marginalized, lacking universal sympathy and not paying attention to the people; Third, the poet's personality disorder, no conscience, fear of fire, to preserve our sanity.

Decadent poets no longer bear social responsibilities, so I asked: Poet, can you still write poems after your heart has been torn down? .

4. Pro-endowed broken school poem amber pours Millennium wine, flat peach holds Millennium glass bottle, plants four-year-old flowers, towering cypress flowers, and lasts forever in Qing Zi. Sun Xianfu praised Jia Ping's poems like Rudong, and Fu Lu was stronger than Nanshan. He called Shou Kao Xu Dong, Yang Chunchun and Song Baijun praised Nanshan, saying that Nanshan Spring is not old, and it is rare, and the country is dedicated to offering hibiscus. I poured into the North Sea, for example, the North Sea is especially deep, the Nanshan feast is open to the west, and the North Sea is full of colors. The second Jiazi was in early spring. In August, Levin died in the early autumn, and the whole country sang songs and got drunk. People aged 60 are healthier than the elderly in Qiao Song. Xiancao Jiazi is like a mountain again. New Jiazi flowers are not old in the spring and autumn, and Germany is not old on New Year's Day. It is a celebration of more than three banquets. Bamboo forest is full of strength. Lan Yu qun Xiang, seven-rank jade plate holder

5. Describe the feeling of being demolished. Look at the world. We live romantically. The world is not evil. Let years keep a pure heart to wash my eyes. I can cry when I am calm, or I can laugh when I am in trouble. When the dream proves the footsteps, when the harvest proves the pay, we get lonely in the play. We get happiness from memories. Parting is just two places. There is no difference between missing and feeling. Looking far away, do you know that you are leaving yourself? Hearing footsteps has left the place where they don't want to leave. Hearts meet in the old place. In this anxious city, no one knows the cause of the pain. No one asked why tears are so extravagant. People in a hurry and cars in a hurry are watching the time. Every wind passes by here and dances with the trees. Every cloud is tired. I want to park in the building. It's too bright. Neon can't see the rotating steps clearly. Green wine seems to have no alcohol content. A cup is given to the lonely man who treads three rounds. Why do boys and girls dye their hair? I don't know who they changed the color for, but the old mood can't sing new songs. Old houses are demolished, and old dreams are built every day. I hope it won't be opened for the New Year.