"Under the sky", the poetic morning star

Received an invitation from Morningstar to write a preface for his forthcoming anthology "Under the Sky." Although it has been a very familiar friend with Chen Xing since his literary network for more than a year, because of the words and frequent exchanges with each other, he is still quite surprised and fearful. He fears that his expression is improper and he has failed his heart of sincerity.

It’s a coincidence to know Morningstar. A year ago, I stumbled across a lot of long comments in my essays. In the short commentary of “Appreciation” and “Like”, Morningstar’s true feelings Praise and pertinent suggestions jumped out to the bottom of my heart, I remembered this poetic name: Morning Star. As the footsteps of the return visit stepped into his collection, I was deeply attracted. What is this author? The natural poet temperament, revealing a touch of melancholy, the first feeling is similar to Ai Qing's style, lyrical and not distorted. After a brief reading of all the articles he sent on the website in the afternoon, it was a very local, very grounded text. There was not much rhetoric, no network of customary creations, no combination of words written for writing. The statement is concise, with profound connotations, and the voice is sent to the heart. I was deeply moved. ------ This is a heartfelt voice written by the author with a true feeling. It is a poetic singer who sings with heart. There is no popular Internet, the love of the children, the eyes of the children are in the wilderness of the northern wilderness, is a noisy and lively market, is a fiery workshop of the roar of the machine, is a deep river in the hometown, is the vast soil of the hometown, is the mother Warm heart... I only feel a lonely boy, sitting quietly under the night sky in the north, thinking about literature, life, and the mysterious sky of millions of years.

As time goes by, I naturally become friends and have a deeper understanding of Morningstar. He is a very rigorous person, and each piece of text seems to be casual, but it has been carefully polished and written. His lyrical prose language is refined, the artistic conception is beautiful, especially the smooth and dripping arrangement, the emotions are almost boiling, which makes people impressed, so that the reader can not help but follow his words and tides, and he is worried about it. His text is always fascinating, and he will read different feelings twice and again, and the beauty will overflow between the lines. He has his own unique mode of thinking. He is accustomed to using his unique mode of thinking, constantly changing his perspective, observing and depicting things around him, and expressing his themes profoundly and without sorrow. His text also shows the diversity that is not regulated, often giving people a feeling of bright eyes; I always feel particularly shocked, what is he using to write so many exciting works? The only explanation can only be: This is a boxing fist that walks under the vast sky of the North. His blood has been melted into the black soil under his feet and the blue sky above his head. He is the son of land and sky. He is a passionate singer born for literature.

Maternal love has always been the main theme of the morning star text. Every time I read his mother's love text, it will arouse the inner softness and even tears. I have imagined countless times, what kind of magic is the morning star mother, great woman? Perhaps she is a miracle herself, a mother who runs her son with tenacity and courage; a girl who looks like a torch and finds a bright and warm mother in the cold and poverty, such a mother must be the object of the son’s writing forever, one to let the son A source of inspiration that never ends. In "Flowers of the World", the strong and simple mother is like a cotton plant that stands still, seemingly ordinary but so great! "On the land of the hometown of autumn again, the bright cotton field is a sea of ​​previews. The snow-like flowers have been opened up in my life, just like my mother’s love for me, not for life. Will fade. Mother loves no borders, flowers bloom!"

Morning Star's maternal love text also has a feature, that is, the articles have a gorgeous color and a strong sense of taste. There is the bright red and the strong fragrance of "Forever Red Sorghum"; the bright red candlelight of "The Candle of the Cattails Illuminates the Sky" exudes the smell of the wilderness; the darkness of the coal in "Mothers Bringing Spring" The taste of the fire; the "Spring River" clarifies the colorless and transparent, is the sweet and cool of the son's heart forever; is the endless green and golden in "Lusheng Love Song", the taste of water and earth, the taste of flexibility and strength . There are also "Mother Love Without Borders", "Mother's Basket" and so on.

In addition to the mother's love words, his family's words are equally touching. "The horseshoes smash the moonlight" "Father" "Between the father and the daughter" "Daughter" "The next life, you can be my wife in the afterlife." His friendship text is equally sincere and hot, like "My brother of different surnames", "Flowers open the year, the rain has been down" "The brother of the same gas phase. Based on this criterion, look at the whole world, whether there is a brother of different surnames in the universe. Is it open to us? My answer is yes."

I often joked with Morningstar: "Write more poetry! Passionate poet, you don't write poetry, really sorry for the poetry in your bones." Morning Star's poetry seems to be born and thick, it is deeply rooted in In the thick soil of the North, it exudes the freshness of the rich earth and the fragrance of the wilderness. And the emotion of the text is the emotion from the deepest part of his soul. "The river through the village, the river in my heart": "Now, when I stand on the bank of the river again, it seems to stand at the entrance of the light. Through the clear water wave, I saw the past of the river, her song The board, her dreams are sad and joyful. But I see more, but her future and her heart. There is such a small river in my heart, she is flowing in my body, she is the blood of her hometown, My blood. She is my flying, my dream." "Hometown Love Songs - Shadows of the Shadows" "Hometown Love Songs - Love Coal River" "The Year of the Hometown Love Songs" "The past 1976" "The little station", "The Pond of Mind", "The Iron Man of Hometown", the memories of those villages have changed quietly with the changes of the years, but they are still vivid and beautiful under the author of passionate authors.

Literature has a dual task of reflecting survival and life, which is once again verified in Morningstar's text. The pureness of his works is a profound cultural concern, and it is a common feeling of looking at the sentient beings of all beings. Wearing the car flow, the more the dust, the busy day in the machine factory rumbling, but his thoughts fly high in the sky! He always said modestly: "As a small character outside the literary hall, I am grateful that literature allows me to live poetically in this materialistic, unreal age, with my heart, another dialogue, hug "I am dancing like a horse", "The beautiful car", "Beautiful Heart" and "Flying Child" all reflect the breathing and destiny of the little people at the bottom of the society. He is a difficult but tough little man in his writing. Like those reeds that grow on the vast expanse of the North?

Comrade Sun Li said that writing is his best rest. Morningstar's writing experience is also a good example. He is just an ordinary person who loves literature. He didn't want to take anything with his pen. He just embraced himself and danced. But this does not prevent him from freely embarking on a path full of hardships and happiness. After a heavy work, even after a big night shift, he slept for a while and he began to write. He said that when he was writing, it was his most fulfilling time and his happiest time. Unexpectedly, every time I went to the big night shift, I should have made up the whole morning to repair the tired body. At this time, the typing of the keyboard turned into a soothing music, which made him intoxicated. He often said that writing essays is his most enjoyable thing, he can make the most of it. The text is undoubtedly the key to his untiring physical exhaustion. It is a pair of fingers that sway his nerves, reaching the itch of the soul.

The love of literature must be manifested in two aspects: First, writing and writing are unquestionable. In just over a year, he wrote nearly 150,000 words of works, and his articles are flying and eloquent. Second, reading, about the attitude towards the book and the attitude of reading, the most impressive is his "Into the Wind and Rain", "Little Girl Selling Books."

Morning Star's writing styles are different, and the subject matter tends to be pluralistic. Prose, novels, poems, and essays are all very well written. His words have been changing, and he is pursuing the realm he is pursuing.

He is not a writing machine. He has always been rigorous about his own words to the point of being harsh. He often said: "When writing words, you must be serious, don't perfunctory or play with words. The hard work and contribution of each literary work is not to raise yourself, but to feel the touch of literature and bring us. Conscience, this is the mission of literature and the mission of every writer!"

In the distant Northland, Morningstar is using his poetic pen to fill the colorful wings with his own wings, flying in the sky under the sky, free to sing! Singing a song that only he himself has.