White fish talks with Kan Kan, and from time to time he digs out his own wonderful poems. For example, like the water shield in the garden/don't cut it/let it grow quietly/like the clear spring in the mountain/don't break it/let it flow quietly//there is always a little life/you can't say it/like a bat in the dark/living in a dark cave.

White is the best and most impressive poet in Qinghai.

The first time I saw him was when Zhu was in a class at Qinghai College of Literature. There are so many students, but he pays special attention to the aura of bamboo and keeps asking questions about bamboo, which makes some students around him feel uneasy, but White is unaware of it. When asked questions about bamboo, White's eyes were bright, which left a deep impression on bamboo.

In class, he talked about the painter Rodin's sculpture "Hand", saying that it was a close-up of the hand. This also left a deep memory for bamboo.

Then, the hillbilly bamboo began to have the opportunity to wander around the country often out of Qinghai Province.

Once bamboo returned to Qinghai, and bamboo and friends went to the white fisherman's house. White fish and Kan Kan talk, eyes bright, from time to time to dig out their own wonderful poems. For example:

Like a leek in the garden/don't cut it/let it grow quietly/like a clear spring in the mountain/don't break it/let it flow quietly//there is always a little life/you can't say it/like a bat in the dark/living in a dark cave. ........

This is bamboo's favorite poem by White. However, Mix, a famous poet in Qinghai, said that it was adapted from Qinghai folk songs. This requires further exploration of bamboo.

When White went to Bird Island in Qinghai Lake, the poem he wrote was even more impressive: "I'm going to pick a flower/the flower flies ..." Note that this "flower" does not refer to flowers in the ordinary sense, but refers to birds with flowers on the bird island.

On that occasion, in order to listen to his class, Bamboo left all his freshly cleaned bicycles downstairs.

Bamboo often thinks that there are many poets in Qinghai, but everyone has his own body. I'm afraid it's hard to find a poet like Mr. White with such bright eyes, brilliant talents and eloquent words in Qinghai.

One day, Zhu, who was far away from home, made a long-distance call to his husband and asked him what he was doing. He said: I found an "alien pipeline" in Haixi, and I am going to build an alien pipeline site.

Zhu Yun was amazed at this moment. An open vice-chairman of Qinghai Writers Association found something suspicious like an alien pipeline. He is an expert and scholar, who once worked in the geological department and is famous for his rigor. How can you do such a ridiculous thing?

Have you asked scientists to identify it as an alien pipeline base? If it is still difficult to distinguish between true and false, and there are many mysteries, what kind of controversy will it cause to build an "alien pipeline site"? If it turns out that it's not an alien pipeline scene, how did you get off the stage for nothing? Isn't White's name associated with a premature or even illusory conclusion? Just like the famous poet Ben, he has been labeled as a fake trademark since then. And from then on, jumping into the Yellow River can't be washed. And from then on, jumping into the Yangtze River can't be washed away.

The mystery of aliens is like the mystery of flying saucers. Even if many people see it with their own eyes, even if it appears many times in various magazines and TV, it is still a mystery, an eternal mystery. A mystery that will never be solved. Besides, whether there are aliens, flying saucers, whether the flying saucers are made in heaven or man-made, whether the flying saucers are parallax or heart-poor, and human beings are still exploring, that is the eternal mystery of the universe.

And why doesn't White build a "strange pipeline base", "mysterious pipeline base" and "pipeline base suspected of aliens" and so on, so as to leave a back road for itself? Or give yourself a "chance to live" Why did he push himself in a direction that might be a dead end? Why does he like the last battle?

If scientific exploration is not, it will be the choice of 99% adults, not to mention a nationally famous poet, not to mention a well-known expert and scholar who once worked in the geological department.

Why does White like to stand on the cliff in Qinghai and fantasize that he can survive? Why not leave yourself a way out? Why not leave yourself a "living path"?

Although he didn't see White, Bamboo seemed to see White's eyes again. At the moment, he is radiant with strange light, like the magic light of a flying saucer in the universe. According to the so-called alien pipeline base he discovered, he has a special curiosity and yearning for the unknown world.

It is the eyes of marine fishermen who see the light of fish, hunters in deep mountains who see their prey, astronomers who find new stars, polar explorers who see aurora, and space explorers who find Sirius.

Later, Bamboo saw the exploration short films repeatedly broadcast by the Internet and CCTV, starting with the discovery of the "alien pipeline" in White and the establishment of the "alien pipeline site" in Haixi, and then carried out scientific exploration.

Finally, it was proved that it was not an alien pipeline base, but an ancient tree fossil, which completely overturned White's conclusion from all aspects and was also the basis for Haixi Prefecture to establish an "alien pipeline site".

Reality didn't let White survive, but pushed White down.

White, a famous poet, seems to be a "negative textbook". This kind of "negative teaching material" is being vigorously and repeatedly promoted by the scientific exploration column of CCTV throughout the country. I was repeatedly watched by netizens on the Internet.

This kind of scientific exploration begins with judging white fishing and ends with denying the judgment of white fishing.

It suddenly dawned on me that all this, in this unique way, proved that White was not a scholar studying science, not a rigorous geological expert and scholar, but an eternal poet and a real poet.

Poets always do this: push themselves to the Jedi again and again, leaving them with no future, stick to it again and again, and sublimate in the Jedi again and again.

People who are not mortal are called poets. A poet is a person who can survive even if he is pushed to the wall. A man who falls from a higher place is not only immortal, but also more sacred, so he should be called a poet.

The desirability of a poet is not whether he is wrong in the end, but whether he can be crazy about his discovery and illusion. Even if you don't force him, he will sink into his illusion and imagination, but he is extremely confident that he will jump off a cliff by himself, just like Prince Narcissus diving into the water, Er Ru chasing a moth of light, like a rich man in the daytime, like a bird filling the sea.

The aura of spirit is infinite, and so is the aura of illusion. This is the poet.

How many China elites and enthusiastic young people have gathered in this wasteland, this polar region, this mirage, this holy land, this Jedi, this death, this ghost land, this wasteland, this holy land, this magical land, this land of skulls in modern times? Then you can't count it! They are not builders, border guards, border guards, scientists, explorers or explorers at heart. They all have only one identity, that is, real poets!

Want to find them?

Go to Xining Nanchuan Cemetery, Beishan Cemetery, Nanshan Mass Pit, Sichuan-Shaanxi Site, Xiaoqiao Crematorium, Delingha Police Cemetery in Haixi Prefecture, Tanggemu Earthquake Victims Cemetery in Hainan Prefecture, Golmud Cemetery, Yushu Celestial Burial Platform and Tibet Sino-Indian War Martyrs Cemetery. .........

This is a visible grave, but there is no remains; This is an audible story, an inaudible voice.

It was the wind that I felt again and again, the invisible footprints; It is a wasteland that can be seen again and again, and it is intangible youth.

This is one call after another, an inaudible voice; It is visible quicksand and intangible life.

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Chang Yao not only saw a photo of a female geologist, but also volunteered to support the border. At that time, my father, a native of Daba Mountain, not only heard the bugle call on the Korean battlefield, but changed rooms with an army stationed in Xining on the way, but came to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. At that time, the chief violin of beijing comrade Song and Dance Troupe and the conductor Jin of the dance band where Premier Zhou was, I don't know where there are plenty of fish in the sea, so I volunteered to hold up the side. Chen Shilian, a college student, was summoned to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau by a voice. .........

This voluntary sideline continued until modern times: Guo Yunfei, a graduate of Beijing Normal University, Liang Qi, a graduate of Renmin University, and Wei Rui, a graduate of Xi International Studies University.

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Just as Chang Yao thought he had found love on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, just as Dabashan people thought they had found an ideal on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, just as Jin thought he had found a career on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, just as Chen Shilian thought he had found a home on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau ... It turned out that all this was like White thought he had discovered an alien pipeline base.

Thousands of frontier builders came to Qinghai in various forms. It turns out that all of them are not "home" or "dreamer", and all of them have only one identity, that is, a poet, a real poet!

Hundreds of thousands and millions of elites from all walks of life came to Qinghai-how many well-known college students came alone? How many educated youths have come from Henan and Shandong alone? How many hot-blooded young people have just joined the army? How many employees have come from large and medium-sized enterprises in China alone? How many famous scientists came alone? How many phoenixes have fallen from the grass on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau alone? However, when they came to the backward Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, they didn't need talents, only labor. Their wisdom, their knowledge, their pursuit and their ideals have all been written off. They only have one identity, that is, poets! A real poet! Be the simplest poet for manual labor! A poet involved in the mire struggle of rolling crowds! A poet who only makes anti-war weapons and atomic bombs and knows that he will die early! A poet lost in the long quicksand! Poets who kill each other! A poet swallowed by nature! Beat all poets who can't fail! A poet who fought bravely! A poet who is persistent in looking for a mirage! Standing dead poets have eternal spirit! Climb into the dog pen, a dead tragic poet! A tragic poet in prison! Just like camel grass: Roots stood on the leaves of hell looking for heaven and became a poet of monsters! A poet who is still singing happily in the blazing fire .........

However, vicissitudes of life show the true colors of poets. This shows their misery even more.

White is just one of them, a very representative one.

Qinghai is a place where poets gather, and White is just the most representative one!

Qinghai is a place where poets gather, and White is just the proudest one among them!

Qinghai is a place where poets gather, and White is just a person who expresses poetry with poetry!

While Zhu was in Beijing, he felt more and more that Beijing, as the core of China's poetry, had lost its poetic spirit, and in the core, Zhu's Qinghai poet shone brightly.

Although Haizi, Gu Cheng, Shu Ting, Grey Baby, Wang Guozhen and Lei are all shining, time will prove that the brightest is Changyao in Qinghai.

Just when bamboo was lost, recently, bamboo returned to Qinghai. Bamboo found that China's poetic spirit still gathered here.

Because Jidemaga, a vice governor of Qinghai, a national poetry conference was held in Qinghai vigorously, and even poets from all over the country went to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau on the horizon to attend a China-scale poetry conference.

Friends in the literary and art circles in Qinghai have turned to be poets in recent years. What Bao Yizhi, Mei Zhuo, Dai Xiao, Lin Pei, Liu Huibin, Shi Jing, Ge Jianzhong, Xiangning, Qiu Ling, Dabashan people, Liu Huibin ... It's really been several years, so we should sit up and take notice.

Now bamboo thinks that the real poets still come from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau where bamboo grows: such as Changyao, such as Chen, such as Lin Xichun, such as Jin, such as Yu, such as Xiao Yang, such as Ju, such as Laozhai cuisine, such as Hui Jianping, such as Xiao Huafu, such as Li Yuzhen, such as Xing Xiuling, such as Meng Yuding Weiya. For example, Zhao Jianping ... doesn't mean that they all turned to writing poetry at the same time, but they are all real poets, like White Zhou Wenyu. They will do a series of strange things that poets can do.

And they shine in the vast sea of people, the vast sea of people and the vast creatures, for nothing else, because they are poets, their poetic bones, eternal poetic bones, and they are charged like jade and focused like diamonds.

Qinghai has gathered a group of poets who seem absurd, but in fact they are not absurd or even tragic.

Those are the real poets of this era!

Look at the tragedy of Chang Yao writing an enlightenment book for poetry. His life finally jumped from the second floor for poetry. Look at Chen's three books to promote himself. He will write more books. You see Lin Xichun humming his own poems, as if singing a world famous sentence: "The governor is easy to be coarse but not detailed, and the boundaries are always hazy"; You see, Master Kim Dae, as the music conductor who played for Chairman Mao and Premier Zhou in Zhongnanhai, silently contributed to the music cause of the motherland. For decades, as long as he thinks of a student, he can walk out of Qinghai. He has taught piano for several years without charge, and recently returned to Qinghai from Weihai for his students. Seeing from Beijing that small volunteers support Qinghai Oilfield. After returning to Beijing for buyout, he still went to Golmud for interviews again and again to find his own soul. You see, Wang Fuyang was beaten to the right by Beijing Daily and endured so many setbacks, but he still thought about the animation cause of the motherland and started to act as soon as he was ordinary. Look at barbarism, thinking and creativity, and the whole "one" ugliness written by Jia Pingwa. ........

Look at White. When you go to China to talk about Qinghai, your eyes are swept away. What the audience sees is the aurora in Hoh Xil, Qinghai, the shimmer in Hehuang Heritage Site, the fish light in Qinghai Lake, the divine light in Kunlun Mountain, the divine light in Qilian Mountain, the "light" in the fifth pole of Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the "fire" in Golmud "Space Alien Base". ......

These people are not poets. Who dares to call them poets?

When you feel one tragic poem after another. It will not change the reverence for the author, because its conclusion is absurd.

Because they are the real poets in China's modern epic who write China's modern poems with body, youth and life, and with all the energy and heat in life!