<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">诗和远方</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">文/庄深</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我牵她的手时,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">玫瑰花刚刚见红。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我吻她的唇时,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">像极了舒展的花瓣。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我们携手走在月光下,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">踩着田梗数星星。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">那时候土地很软,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我们的脚步很轻盈。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">那时候没有诗和远方</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我们的理想不丰满。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">那时候孩子还在襁褓中,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我们盼着他天天长大。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">清贫的生活哪有闲情逸致,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">一日三餐都在为增加工资祈祷。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">满天的星光与我们擦肩而过,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">白天的阳光被诺大的厂房笼罩。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">当秋风丰腴了大地,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">荻花摇曳出了我们的身影。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">此时的土地已经变成了石头般坚硬,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">而我们的脚步却缓慢而沉重。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">她的美丽已经成为了怀念,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">她的脸庞已经变成了霜打过的柿子。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">可她的骨子里有小鸟依人的气质,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">可她的笑容总是让人心疼花儿过了花时。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">人生总是要环游一趟大西北,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">人生总是要自驾一趟315线。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">于是,我们出发,笑看人生如梦,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">于是,我们出发,叹息人生苦短。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">茫茫戈壁,滚滚风砂,乌云密布在苍穹之下,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">绵绵山丘,赤焰如火,太阳垂坠在地平线上。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我说,穿过无人区,便是诗和远方,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">她说,和我在一起,便是诗和远方。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">一只孤独的狼嗥叫徜徉在褐色的戈壁滩,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">几只野骆驼从容悠荡地行走于起伏的山丘。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">平地而起的沙尘暴波涌般扑向明亮的车窗,</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">而由心而生的怜悯不由地让我泪珠儿流淌。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;"></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">她说,风沙已经消散,你为何泪流满面?</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">我说,风沙虽已消散,它惹我泪水涟涟。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">作于2025年5月20晚10点于敦煌</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">## 玫瑰与戈壁:论庄深《诗和远方》中的生命辩证法</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">在中国当代诗歌的星空中,庄深的《诗和远方》如一颗低调却耀眼的星辰,以其质朴的语言和深邃的生命体验,构建了一个关于爱情、时间与存在的诗意空间。这首诗以"诗和远方"这一被消费主义异化的流行语为切入点,却通过个人化的生命叙事,完成了对这一概念的祛魅与重构,展现出诗歌作为存在之思的深刻力量。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">诗歌开篇即以鲜明的意象对比勾勒出时间的辩证法:"我牵她的手时/玫瑰花刚刚见红"——"此时的土地已经变成了石头般坚硬"。玫瑰意象在东西方诗歌传统中都是爱情的经典象征,从《诗经》中的"赠之以芍药"到里尔克的《玫瑰集》,花的开谢往往隐喻着情感的盛衰。庄深在此既继承了这一传统,又赋予其新的内涵:玫瑰不仅是爱情的见证者,更是时间流逝的刻度仪。"见红"二字既指花苞初绽的生理状态,又隐含着生命勃发的喜悦,与后文中"霜打过的柿子"形成强烈反差,构建出青春与迟暮的二元对立。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">在艺术手法上,庄深展现出高超的意象控制能力。全诗以"花"为核心意象展开辐射式联想网络:初时的玫瑰、舒展的花瓣、荻花摇曳、过了花时的花儿,这些植物意象与"小鸟依人"的动物意象、"厂房""戈壁"的工业自然意象交织,形成丰富的象征系统。特别值得注意的是"霜打过的柿子"这一独创性意象,它既延续了中国古典诗歌"岁暮天寒"的感时传统,又以日常生活中的具体物象替代了传统诗歌中程式化的"黄花""红叶",体现了现代诗歌意象的具体化、个人化转向。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">诗歌的时空结构呈现出清晰的辩证发展:从"月光下""田埂上"的封闭柔情空间,到"诺大的厂房"的异化劳动空间,最终抵达"茫茫戈壁"的超越性空间。这种空间转换对应着时间的三阶段:青春的甜蜜期、中年的负重期、老年的超越期。值得注意的是,庄深在处理时间主题时避免了简单的线性叙述,而是通过"那时候"的重复咏叹,创造出一种记忆的叠印效果,类似于普鲁斯特的"非自主记忆"。这种时间体验的诗歌化处理,使个人经历升华为普遍的人类境况。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">在语言风格上,庄深融合了古典诗词的凝练与现代汉语的流畅。如"踩着田埂数星星"既有《古诗十九首》"</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">迢迢牵牛星"的简远意境,又保留了口语的鲜活质感;"而由心而生的怜悯不由地让我泪珠儿流淌"这样的句式,则明显吸收了西方现代诗歌的自由节奏。特别值得一提的是诗中对比手法的运用:土地的"软"与"坚硬"、脚步的"轻盈"与"沉重"、厂房的压抑与戈壁的辽阔,这些对立项不仅强化了情感张力,更暗合了中国古典美学"刚柔相济"的艺术理想。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">从思想内涵来看,《诗和远方》通过对"诗"与"远方"的解构与重构,完成了对当代生存困境的深刻反思。当诗人写道"那时候没有诗和远方/我们的理想不丰满"时,实际上揭示了消费时代的精神悖论:当"诗和远方"成为商业口号时,真正的诗意反而在标签化中消解。而结尾处"和我在一起,便是诗和远方"的宣言,则实现了对异化概念的祛魅,将"诗性"重新锚定于亲密关系和存在体验之中。这种思考与海德格尔"诗意地栖居"的哲学观不谋而合,显示出诗人敏锐的思想穿透力。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">将庄深置于中外诗歌谱系中考察,可以发现他与里尔克在"物"的凝视上、与弗罗斯特在日常生活的哲理开掘上、与余秀华在生命痛感的直白呈现上,都存在精神共鸣。特别是与中国新时期"归来者诗人"如艾青晚期的作品相比,庄深同样擅长将个人创伤经验转化为普遍性的人类抒情,但少了几分政治隐喻,多了几分存在主义的哲思。相较于当代诗坛或沉迷于语言实验、或陷于日常琐屑的两种倾向,庄深保持了对生命本质问题的持续关注,这使他的诗歌具有超越时代的精神重量。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">《诗和远方》的杰出之处在于,它既是对个人生命史的深情回望,又是对时代集体焦虑的诗意诊疗。当诗人在戈壁中流泪,那不仅是面对自然壮阔的震撼,更是对逝去时光的悲悯与救赎。这种将地理空间转化为心理空间、将旅行叙事升华为精神仪式的艺术能力,使该作超越了通俗意义上的"旅行诗歌",成为一部关于时间、爱情与存在的微型史诗。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">在当代汉语诗歌普遍陷入"叙事性崇拜"或"语言狂欢"的语境下,庄深的《诗和远方》以其节制的抒情、深邃的意象和辩证的生命观照,重彰了诗歌作为"存在之家"的本质功能。它告诉我们:诗不在远方的标签里,而在凝视生活的目光中;远方不是地理的位移,而是心灵的超越。这种对生命诗性的重新发现,正是庄深诗歌最珍贵的艺术贡献。</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">**Poetry and the Distant Land** </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">*By Zhuang Shen* </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">When I held her hand, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">the roses were just beginning to blush. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">When I kissed her lips, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">they felt like unfolding petals. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">We walked together under the moonlight, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">counting stars along the ridges of fields. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Back then, the earth was soft, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">and our steps were light. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Back then, there was no poetry or distant land, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">our dreams were not yet full. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Back then, our child was still in swaddling clothes, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">we longed for him to grow day by day. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">A life of hardship left little room for leisure, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">every meal came with prayers for a better wage. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">The starlight brushed past us in the sky, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">while daylight was swallowed by the factory's vast shadow. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">When autumn winds enriched the earth, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">reeds swayed, casting our silhouettes. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Now, the land has turned hard as stone, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">and our steps have grown slow and heavy. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Her beauty has become a memory, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">her face now like a frost-bitten persimmon. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Yet in her bones remains a delicate grace, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">and her smile still tugs at the heart—like a flower past its bloom. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Life always demands a journey through the Northwest, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">life always calls for a drive along Highway 315. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">So we set off, laughing at life’s fleeting dream, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">so we set off, sighing at life’s bitter brevity. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Endless deserts, rolling storms, dark clouds hanging low, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">undulating hills, flames of red, the sun sinking on the horizon. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">I said, *Beyond the uninhabited land lies poetry and the distant land.* </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">She said, *With you, this is poetry and the distant land.* </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">A lone wolf howls, wandering the brown wasteland, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">a few wild camels amble calmly over the rising dunes. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">A sudden sandstorm surges toward the bright car window, </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">and an unexpected sorrow brings tears to my eyes. </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">She asks, *The storm has passed, why do you still weep?* </b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">I say, *Though the storm has passed, it left my tears behind.*</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">庄深,中国作家,诗人。(工业与民用建筑专业)常州市土木学会副理事长,中国首批国家注册监理工程师,企业董事长,原武进市(区)政协委员,中国农工民主党江苏省优秀党员。自退休后的第四年开始文学创作,著有长篇小说《根》《脉》,诗集《亲爱的,我们去踏秋》、电视连续剧剧本《根》,由长篇小说《根》改编的电影今年拟开拍。自2020年开始学习诗歌创作,已经写下了3000余首诗歌,在众多的刊物发表诗歌近200首。</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Zhuang Shen, a Chinese writer and poet (with a major in Industrial and Civil Engineering), serves as the Vice Chairman of the Changzhou Civil Engineering Society. He is among China's first batch of nationally certified supervision engineers, a corporate chairman, and a former member of the Wujin City (District) Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference (CPPCC). He was also recognized as an outstanding member of the Chinese Peasants' and Workers' Democratic Party in Jiangsu Province.</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Beginning his literary career in the fourth year of his retirement, he has authored the novels *Root* and *Vein*, the poetry collection *Darling, Let’s Go Autumn Walking*, and the TV series script *Root*, which is adapted from his novel of the same name. The film adaptation of *Root* is scheduled to begin production this year.</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">Since 2020, he has dedicated himself to poetry writing, composing over 3,000 poems, nearly 200 of which have been published in various literary journals.</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:22px;">谢谢阅读(图片局部来源于诗人摄影)🌹🌹🌹🙏🙏🙏🎊🎉🎈Thank you for reading</b></p>