Qiu Mu Dan's poems.

"Only then did I know that all my efforts were just an ordinary life." This is a poem by Mu Dan, taken from the second section of Meditation. The whole poem goes like this:

Hold the fountain of life in my hand,

I just think it's new,

It's hard liquor, fresh foam,

Inject my running, work and adventure.

It seems that the predecessors have never visited this garden in the future.

It will be displayed in front of me.

But now, suddenly facing the grave,

I looked back a little coldly,

I saw the joys and sorrows of its tortuous irrigation.

Disappear in the eternal desert,

Only then did I know all my efforts.

But after living a normal life.

This poem was written in 1976, when Mu Dan was nearly sixty years old, but its freshness and sharpness were no less than those immortal chapters he wrote when he was young. I fell in love with Mu Dan because of this poem, instead of starting with his eight poems like many fans of Mu Dan. Of course, Eight Poems is one of the most wonderful chapters in Mu Dan's works. Every word scatters sharp cold light like a diamond. I am ashamed that, like most of my peers, Mu Dan's name has been ignored by us. His figure was lost in the dust of history, and a very accidental opportunity opened the dusty curtain in time. Suddenly, he was radiant, my eyes were burning and my heart was pierced.

Mu Dan was a precocious and talented poet in China in 1930s and 1940s. After reading this poem, I realized how weak and pale Tagore's favorite poem "There are no traces of wings in the sky/I have flown" is. It was a long time ago. Perhaps at that time, he was too young and restless after all, and needed Tagore's peace and gentleness to soothe our souls. Now, I prefer the wisdom of precipitation and appreciate the truth of peace. On the one hand, I am gratified, on the other hand, I can't help but regret that Tagore's Rose Garden has left me.

Mu Dan is a representative of intellectual poets. In 1930s, there appeared a trend of "intellectual poetry" in China poetry circle, which was called new intellectual poetry. Bian, Fei Ming and Feng Zhi combined philosophical thoughts with symbolic images and hidden them in the whole structure of lyric poetry. Their poems find symbolic limbs for philosophical thinking, and their excellent works combine wisdom and emotion. At this time, a young man from Tsinghua began to contact Eliot. The newly translated poetry collection The Waste Land has deeply influenced this young man-Mu Dan not only in form, but also in spirit and creative concept. From then on, Mu Dan began his brilliant poetry creation process by using Europeanized language, broken language and modern language.

Mu Dan's poems are trembling with pain and sobriety. In the winter sunshine, the sharp light of thousands of years of snow and ice shines on the top of the purple mountain. When I read his poems, I always feel pain first, and then I feel happy.