Shi Mantao character introduction

Shi Mantao

Shi Mantao, whose real name is Zheng Yiju. Modern young poet and photographer. He is a descendant of Zheng Qiao, a historian and bibliographer of the Song Dynasty. Born in Putian, Fujian in 1984. Graduated from Fujian Normal University. Now he lives in Putian. Poetry works are scattered in "New Poetry Grand View", "Green Wind Poetry Magazine", "Southern Poetry News", "Huangyan Literature", "Love Poems", "Poets", "Han Feng", "Strait Poet" and other publications. Self-printed poetry collection "Four White Flowers". Photography masterpieces: "Zhangjiao - Stone City in Oil Painting", "Remnants of Houtang", etc.

Chinese name: Shimao taro

Nationality: Chinese

Ethnicity: Han

Birthplace: Putian, Fujian

Occupation: Poet, photographer

Graduation school: Fujian Normal University

Belief: Mazu

Representative works: Representative works of poetry: "Fragments of the Six Dynasties". Photography masterpiece: "Camphor Foot".

Character introduction

Shi Mantao, from this poem it can be inferred that he is from Putian. "Shi Mantao: Putian, you little thing": "Putian, you little thing\I miss you even after drinking a glass of boiled water\It's still you when you turn on the TV\\At the end of July, you keep wagging your tail\To please me, I will I'm so happy\I wrote a love poem for you\\You acquiesced to me lying in your arms\The warm body fragrance\should last another half year." The following images can be used to express the poetic concept of Shi Mantao:

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Poetry: Poetry is release first, then solution.

Shi Mantao's most admired passage is: "No one can give you advice, no one can help you. There is only one and only way. Please go to your heart. Explore what you were asked to write. Why, check whether its roots are deep in your heart; you have to admit frankly that if you can't write it, you will die because of it. This is the most important thing: ask it in the quietest moment of your night. Ask yourself: Do I have to write? You have to dig deep within yourself for an answer, and if the answer is yes, and you can answer that serious question with a strong, simple "I must," then you will. Build your life according to this need; your life, down to its most ordinary and trivial moments, must be the sign and proof of this creative impulse." (Excerpted from "Ten Notes to a Young Poet" by D. Letter").

Stone concealed taro, the search for words has bright colors. For example, the poem "Searching for Stone Taro": "It must be a long process. A tree has two directions. Up, or down. ... I placed an empty bed in the temple. The cold air... "Someone is beating around with a bamboo stick. It must be a long process. There are two directions for a tree."

Shi conceals taro, the poem is full of human feelings. For example, the poem "Meeting the Stone Hidden Taro": "If we meet, you say that I am like you, with strong teeth. I can still chew for a while. Knocking on the wooden fish...counting the bizarre thoughts that have sprouted inside the walnut. There are four fingers to avoid Let me go. They laughed. ...Someone knocked on the drum by mistake."

Award Record

In September 2019, the poetry work "A Little Love Poem for Classmate Zhu Shuzhen" won the third prize of the 25th Yunli Feng Senchang Literary Award.

Poetry of Stone Mandarin Taro

Fragments of the Six Dynasties

■The Ghost of the Han Dynasty

After all, it was the man who sang the song of the great wind, I tied them up and threw them into the carriage.

But it was his woman who cut off my head many years later.

The differences of future generations have nothing to do with me. Now, I drink every day to get by.

First he met Peng Yue at the meat market, and then Yingbu, a fisherman, also came.

It is said that some people pretended to be corrupt and escaped, and some people saved their lives because of the emperor's death,

and nepotism. We only drank wine and cracked some melon seeds.

We did not talk about the art of war, the army, or the city.

We repaired the house before the rainy day, and played chess around the coffee table on the sunny day.

Farming, killing pigs, and selling fish. Life is comfortable.

We have our own territory, we don’t work for anyone, and we don’t sacrifice our lives for anyone.

Occasionally study some rhymes and write some poetry. We all believe that

Those clear or blurry shadows have a certain reason.

■The Jin Dynasty was on the water

The Jin Dynasty was on the water. I rowed the boat through the depths of the reeds and found the cave.

Everyone abandoned their official positions and went home.

In the countryside. Farm, grow tea, grow chrysanthemums.

Someone plays the piano or plays chess. Live a petty bourgeois life.

Every family has a cellar and grinds its own rice wine.

The days hang on the scales, neither light nor heavy.

They said I was either a liar or a hermit.

I told them, palms up, that the butt of the sky was white.

The air is always a little thicker when it rains.

I said there should be a feast.

The rhythm of hand drumming should be faster, fire and vigorous.

The sound of the anklet is wonderful, and there is a shadow, which becomes redder and redder as it burns in the fire.

With water and wine, I casually throw away some of my desire to write poetry into the wind.

In the Jin Dynasty, I lived a life alone.

No parents, no wives or concubines. I also plan to have a bunch of kids who won’t grow up.

■The soul returns to the Tang Dynasty

①Huaqingchi

In the next life, I will only be loyal to one man. Don't act coquettishly, don't cry, and don't be too fat. Find a man who has no rights and is not greedy.

He has a thatched hut and 70% of the land. I still abide by the three obediences and the four virtues, washing clothes, chopping firewood, and washing rice for cooking. My husband is an honest man.

The simple singing of those country bugs is better than the palace bells and drums. I will get used to working during the day and weaving at night. Just like back then, I was used to the water temperature of Huaqing Pool and the flowers scattered in the pool by the palace ladies.

②Maweipo

A piece of white silk just wants to strangle me to death because I am weak and easy to bully.

In Maweipo, I strangled a shadow and let the other me walk away.

Those people who fled westward, or the palace in Chang'an, all gave up.

Even my relatives who were killed did not want to sigh too much.

Sweetness or sadness are all buried in Maweipo's body.

I came to Jiangnan alone and spent my own money to buy lychees.

③Tangkou Ferry

It is said that there is no fighting here and people still live a primitive life.

They say I am a goddess who came from heaven. Will definitely do it.

It will be rainy this summer, and there will definitely be a good harvest after autumn. I am enshrined in this way, and I can see that the number of clothes worn by people in some eras gradually increases, while those in other eras gradually decrease.

I said, okay. When I woke up, I seemed to have lost some important memories.

Everything in the Tang Dynasty is only related to this ferry.

■Fireworks and grass in the Song Dynasty

①Some people are not old yet

Who is the man lying next to you? Oh, forget it.

In the early morning, the light is transparent. But his eyes were lowered, and all the ways in and out were blocked.

Those accumulated wounds cannot be cleaned up by the old ones and covered by the new ones.

I wish my teeth would fall out and my face would turn yellow. The fruit outside the window fell to the ground silently.

Avoid hypocritical faces and disdainful eyes.

I want to be abandoned and no longer need a man. There is no need for candles, just place wind lanterns.

So many lanterns were released one after another, I hung the shadows,

Let the ribbons bear weight and not float.

At dawn, someone was too late to get pregnant, and only a pile of skeletons were left.

Passers waiting to be buried turned into wind and frost.

Oh, allow me to pray. Allow me to be ugly. Allow me to swallow the days without spitting out the bones.

Look at the lofts in Jiangnan and the fireworks.

I just want to grow old, which hand? Covered with calluses. Which hand?

Warm water and cut toenails. Look at the swallows under the eaves, fooling each spring.

②After a few days, we broke up

After a few days, we broke up. Honey, you don't have to wait for me under the light.

There is no need to go to the dam to look for those ant caves.

Watch them move and listen to their bragging. The embankment will be crossed and the water will be very rough.

Those who pass by or stay behind are all destined.

You can't open my hand and say it's not cold or that I force myself.

I am the king of the mountain, and I just want to marry a wife from Yazhai. Weak, impervious to the wind.

I just want to put on luminous earrings for you every night. Wear a soft fur coat.

Hold you and walk around the village. Let my brother, find a reason to drink.

They punched each other and hummed obscene tunes. Every eye sees my happiness.

Those roadblocks and robberies have been abandoned. Disband tomorrow.

Everyone goes home and gets a wife. Those who fished fished, and those who farmed farmed.

After climbing over three mountains, a fire burned down the stronghold.

We broke up after a few days. I'll take you down the mountain. You can take those jewels, but don't tell others. When I hold you, you feel like water. Also like the tangle of vines.

I like it when you blow wind into my ear. I can't bear to step on the ants. Let the embankment be destroyed.

■The sea water of the Ming Dynasty

①Pirates, or Japanese pirates

There are flags, bones, or the sun on the sea. float.

The faces of the people on the deck were red, as if they had been through fire or blood.

Their chests, black.

It looks like gunpowder.

We meet. If it weren't for their stings, there would be so many wasps,

fighting poison with poison. Our sickle can harvest the sky.

You can slit your throat, or your eyes of desire. Look

Those fluttering flags emitted fireworks and slowly sank.

② Passing by Ma Lindi

After eating and drinking, we set sail towards the original route.

Along the way, we buried some kindling.

Waiting for future generations to pass by,

resurrection. Listen to those shadows in the fire tell the story of the past.

They will say that there was a cheerful banquet here.

1430, Hemp Forest Land. There was no bombardment of the ports, no gold plundering,

or the slave trade. There is no colonial face.

We are here just to drink, or to exchange some gifts with colored silk and ceramics.

Then leave quietly.

■Late Events of the Qing Dynasty

①The Palace

At dusk, someone carefully placed the ashes in front of the mourning hall.

There are braziers burning paper, and monks chanting words.

Some people say that peach blossoms are out of date, while others say that the ghost lingers.

You said nothing, just kept walking back and forth on the tree-lined path.

Every tree has a name. She is familiar with knife skills and likes to carve nicknames.

After many years, some cracks have cracked and some wounds have healed.

The blurry years, hidden behind the trees, gradually disappeared.

Rich door, red paint. The brothel opened opposite the palace.

The coachmen had nothing to do and were drooling. aroma. Rouge gouache.

The princes sat in the courtyard, gulping and smoking opium.

②Slave

Manhole, robe, flower girl. hallucination.

The braid is very long, like a tail. Swinging around.

The back should be curved and the neck should be long.

The mouth is round and flat, used to flatter or shout.

The driver and the horse are always inferior to others, but

the master is superior. The agitators brought knives and axes,

Some shouted like killing pigs, and some were sweating profusely.

They said, happy! Like killing chickens.

They also like to watch plays in the pub, pick their teeth, and kill time.

Or, spend an afternoon,

pulling ivory from a dog’s mouth and selling it on the street.

③Revolutionaries

Cut off the tail, we drink blood and eat meat.

We must tell others the necessity of cruelty.

There is no need to show off scars, but spears and axes

should be thrown hard into the past.

Jackals can always find excuses to capture spring.

Those shadows hide in the mirror and cry, no one knows.

We just want to expose the blood outside the air. And some light,

must be naked, piercing the avoiding eyes.

We bring the high-flying bird close to the ground and dedicate our

body to the soil. Let the rain keep falling,

earthworms turn over the rotten soil. We have scythes,

cutting those stretched necks. Next year,

there will be fingers that will grow into corns and eyes that will grow into sunflowers.

A person's flowering period

■Stranger

Someone skillfully opened the shell of dawn. I woke up from the dream.

The person in the mirror is yellow.

The beard is extremely long and the hair is messy. His lips were ready to move, unable to form any words.

There is only wetness in the corners of the eyes, suggesting that it has been raining outside the window all night.

All morning. A man stared blankly at the stranger in the mirror, his eyes full of tenderness.

■Dongjiekou

The crowd is crowded. You stand on the overpass, looking left and right.

I was once surprised at how freely I let things go.

The pigeon is passing by in the corner of the eye not far away.

The lights flicker on and off, and shadows surround you. Uneasy.

I have passed by this place alone in the middle of the night countless times. Wearing a red cotton jacket.

■Zhuang Bian

The body continues to expand, and the shadow becomes smaller and smaller. On the street corner by the village,

I ate meat and drank wine. Just to confirm my loneliness.

Occasionally, I will deliberately spit out the black grape seeds in my mouth and drop them at my feet.

That is for confirmation. Next year, there will be sunflowers growing on this land.

But why do I talk about those broken Xiahong alone at dusk.

■Putian

The ears are deaf. It can't handle too much noise.

Before it gets dark, the cattails on the shore hold back the sound of the egret passing by in the wind.

Putian, I forced a lot of words under my tongue.

Imagine that one day in the distant future they will rot together with the body.

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly squatted at the end of the stone bridge and began to feel sad alone.

If

■Chestnut

If. You are a young chestnut.

At dusk, I use gentle words to explore your exposed cracks.

Why don't we lie on the water? For example, the Minjiang River on a summer night.

My words are frivolous, like the fluttering white feathers of water birds.

At that time, you took off your green clothes full of thorns.

I am surprised that your lips open and close repeatedly without making any sound.

If. I peeled off your body, but no matter what, I couldn't find your core.

■Man in the Mirror

If.

The person in the mirror and I stared at each other, unable to tolerate each other.

Guilt, inferiority, fear. I began to doubt the reality inside and outside the mirror.

Familiar, or completely unfamiliar. We caressed each other's faces.

The hair is disheveled and the beard grows wildly. His eyes were dull and dull.

We lightly count the ribs on each other’s chests.

Argued over the difference in number.

If. I was trapped in the mockery of the man in the mirror and couldn't extricate myself.

■Catch and release

If. The small dirt road leading up to the street suddenly shortened the distance.

The front foot is already in the center of the bridge, and the back foot stays at the school.

With playful words, I tease every strange woman I pass by.

Then, hold on to some of the dusk glow and hold on.

Some lonely waterfowl and fish want to go home.

I won’t let it.

If. The night is charming, I release the woman and the glow in my hand.

■Section 23 Train

If. Whether the train goes north or south is God's will.

At that time, I opened the book casually and bathed in a passionate chapter.

Or, press your body against a page of a book.

I don’t intend to move forward, nor do I want to look back.

I only stayed in a desolate cemetery. Listen to the wind and the leaves, the words.

Talking about last summer, a certain depressed face. Covered with soil.

If. As I continued to flip through the book, I could also tell the difference between Section 23 of the train.

■Edges

If. I retreated all the way and could pick up many angular stones.

Those words as smooth as pebbles, put them aside for now.

In the backyard, you deify yourself. Do not eat grains.

Do not listen to advice. Also planning to pile up some firewood.

Elevate your body. Let me light the fire.

Watch you being destroyed bit by bit and disappearing bit by bit.

If. If I throw those edges and corners into the center of your lake, will there be any ripples?

Mid-Autumn Thoughts

Mid-Autumn Festival · Homesickness and Marrying⊙Putian

Putian, I decided to marry you on the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. My fiery poetry and lips are my dowry. ——Inscription

A sedan, or a horse,

I began to think about what kind of support your body should use.

It started to rain lightly at dusk, and the moths mistook the light for fire. I thought,

What special tricks will you put on to lure me into marrying you during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

The day I get married should be very grand, with witchcraft happenings,

There will be a drum team playing the rhythm of autumn, and colorful ribbons flying.

The colors of red, orange, red and yellow lack hints, I only have the color of pure drunkenness, watching,

People smashed the jars after drinking, and the village was filled with smoke.

Putian, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I dismembered my body and dedicated it to you.

We discussed poetry together and abandoned the autumn outside the house.

Mid-Autumn Festival·Nostalgic Village⊙Hebo

In our village, there is a song dedicated to Hebo. Every autumn, we marry him with girls from the village and poems. ——Inscription

There is no flood. There are no witches in our village.

We have abundant water, grass and food, so there is no need to plant for three seasons.

The days of barren wheat fields are a thing of the past.

We exiled the poems we had just harvested on the water in large quantities.

The whole village is as quiet as ever, the cicadas and snails live in peace,

Beards have become a status symbol, and we worship goats.

We sawed down the trees and dug out the excess growth rings.

In autumn, people in the village only sing sacrificial songs and are only allowed to conceive Hebo's children.

In autumn, girls like to wear beautiful wedding dresses.

Long queues line up by the river, waiting for He Bo to marry.

Mid-Autumn Festival · Chanting the Moon⊙Women

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I climbed up to the moon along the ivy. There were osmanthus flowers, wine, and a rabbit lying under the tree writing poems. , no women. ——Inscription

The buttocks of the rabbit writing poetry are so high.

The writing is very fast, and each word is like a red flower.

It didn’t care about my arrival.

It said it was recalling her past, its days with her.

I asked it about women. It shook its head and said that the place where the wine glass was placed was the breast of the moon.

In fact, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is very suitable for romance and drunkenness.

I caressed the moon’s breasts, which were uneven.

Sometimes desire is just innocent and not wrong.

Holding the water bowl filled with the moon, I took refuge and became a Buddha.

Mid-Autumn Festival · Missing Family Graves⊙ Relatives

This Mid-Autumn Festival is somewhat similar to Qingming Festival, and the shepherd boy pointed to the wrong village to buy wine. I began to miss the restless soul in the grave. He was my only relative. ——Inscription

With water, wine, paper money, we buy flowers so that we can meet our relatives when we are drunk.

We lay in the middle of the river bed and sang sleep songs.

You said that your life there was not bad and you were a little tired occasionally.

I told you about it A new girlfriend who likes poetry.

Your advice is always the same, except that I smoke now,

You have no objection. And he likes to drink with me, across the land.

When we were drunk, we burped together and breathed out the smell of alcohol.

The fireworks were going off in the south. I wanted to wash your feet and cut off your toenails.

It is said that when nostalgia is deep, it becomes a poison, starting from the roots of the ears and flooding the entire body.

I am now content with daily necessities, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and exchanging different past events with you.