Story of the Foreign Fairy Chapter 3

Our grandchildren's children may be generations later than this and will know the goddess of the New Age, but we will not know her. When did she appear? What does she look like? What will she sing? Whose heartstrings will she touch? To what height will she elevate her era?

In such a busy era, why do we ask so many questions? In this day and age, poetry is almost redundant. It is well known that many of the poems written by our modern poets will only be written with charcoal on prison walls and read by a few curious people.

Poetry must also participate in the struggle, at least in the partisan struggle, whether it sheds blood or ink.

Many may say that this is only one side of the story; poetry has not been forgotten in our time.

No, there are still people who feel the need to read poetry in their free time. As long as they have this kind of mental anguish in their hearts, they will go to a bookstore and buy some of the most popular poems for four cents. Some people only like to read poems that cost nothing; others are only happy to read a few lines of poetry on a paper bag in the grocery store. This is a cheap way to read it. In our busy age, cheap things cannot be ignored. As long as we have something, someone will want it, which shows the problem! The poetry of the future, like the music of the future, is a Quixote-like problem. To discuss it is as fruitless as discussing a trip to Uranus.

Time is too short and too precious to spend on fantasy. If we speak a little more intellectually, what is poetry? The expression of feelings and thoughts is nothing more than a shock to the nerves. All enthusiasm, pleasure, pain, and even bodily movements are, according to many scholars, nothing but the beating of nerves. Each of us is a stringed instrument.

But who's playing those strings? Who makes them tremble and pulsate? Through these strings the invisible, divine Spirit reveals its movements and emotions. Other stringed instruments understand these movements and feelings; they respond with harmonious tones or powerful noises. Humanity is moving forward with a full sense of freedom. This has been the case in the past and will be the case in the future.

Every century, every thousand years, expresses its greatness in poetry. It was born at the end of an era, it strides forward, and it rules the new era that is coming.

In our busy and noisy computer era, the goddess of her new century has been born. We salute her! Let her one day hear or read between the lines of what we now call charcoal. The vibrations of her cradle started from the North Pole where explorers had been, and extended to the endless dark sky of Antarctica. We cannot hear this vibration because of the roar of machinery, the scream of locomotives, the explosion of stone mountains and the shattering of our shackled spirits. She was born in the big factory of our time. In this factory, the steam engine showed its power, and the "fleshless master" and his workers worked day and night.

She had a woman's heart; a heart filled with great love, the fire of chastity, and burning affection. She acquired the radiance of the intellect; this radiance contained in it all the colors that the prism could reflect; and these colors were constantly changing from century to century to become the most fashionable colors of the day. The wide swan feather coat made of fantasy is her appearance and strength. It is woven by science; "primordial power" gives it the properties of flight.

In terms of her father's bloodline, she is a people's child, with a healthy spirit and mind, a pair of serious eyes and a lip full of humor. Her mother was the daughter of a noble foreigner; she was highly educated and showed the flashy Rococo style (Note: Rococo is an artistic style popular in France in the 18th century, characterized by its richness and luxury. See the traces of . The goddess of the new age inherits the blood and soul of both.

On her cradle lay many beautiful birthday presents. Nature's mysteries and their answers lay around her like candy. The diving bell conjures many beautiful ornaments from the deep sea. She was covered with a celestial map as a quilt; the map showed a calm ocean and countless small islands, each of which was a world. The sun painted pictures for her; photography provided her with many playthings.

Her nanny once sang to her the "Skald" singer Evind (Note: "Skald" is an epic poem in ancient Iceland, and Eivind is an ancient Nordic singer who sang this epic poem. The famous singers.) and Ferdusi (Note: Ferdusi (AEirdusi, 940-1020) is a famous narrative poet in Persia.), who praised the troubadours (Note: This is the German troubadour. A lyrical poet in the third and fourth centuries who praised the poetic talent of Heine in his youth. Her nanny had told her many things. She knew many of the horrific stories of old great-grandmother Ida, in which the Curse flapped its bloody wings. She listened to the entire One Thousand and One Nights in less than a quarter of an hour.

The goddess of the new century is still a child, but she has jumped out of the cradle. She has many desires, but she doesn't know what she wants.

She still plays in her huge nursery; it is filled with precious works of art and rococo art. Here are Greek tragedies and Roman comedies carved in marble, and folk songs of various ethnic groups hang on the walls like dry plants. You only have to K!ss them and they become fresh and fragrant again. She is surrounded by the timeless symphonies of Beethoven, Gluck and Mozart, the thoughts expressed through melodies by some of the great musicians. Her bookshelf contained books by many writers who were immortal while they were alive; there is room now for many works whose authors we hear in the immortal telegraph, but these names He died with the telegram.
 
She read a lot of books, too many books, because she was born in our time. Of course, she would forget just as many books, and the Goddess knew how to forget them.

She did not consider that her song was like the work of Moses, like Bidpai's beautiful fable describing the cunning and luck of the fox. The same will be passed down from generation to generation. She didn't think about her mission and her spectacular future. She was still playing, and at the same time, the struggle between countries shook the world. The notes of pens and cannons were mixed together. These notes were like the ancient writings of Northern Europe, which were difficult to decipher.

She was wearing a Garibaldi hat (Note: Garibaldi (Garibaldi, 1807 1882) was an Italian soldier and patriot in the 19th century.), but she was reading Shakespeare's works, and she suddenly got up. I had this thought: "When I grow up, his plays can still be performed. As for Pedro Calderon (Pedro Calderon de Ia Barca, 1600-1681), he is a famous Spanish playwright. ), he only deserves to lie down In the tomb of his works, of course, there is an inscription praising him: "For Holberg, the goddess was a cosmopolitan: she associated him with Molière and Platus. Titus Macciusplautus (about 254 BC - 184 BC) was a Roman playwright in the first century BC.) and the works of Aristophanes, but she only liked to read Molière.

She had none of the impulse that keeps the gazelle motionless; but her soul longed for the joys of life as eagerly as the gazelle longs for the joys of the mountains. There was a quiet feeling in her heart. This feeling is very similar to the songs sung by the nomads in ancient Hebrew legends on the green grasslands in the quiet starry night. But her heart would be more agitated in song than the hearts of those brave warriors in the mountains of Thessaly in ancient Greece.

What is her belief in Christianity? She learned all the mysteries of philosophy. The cosmic elements knocked out one of her baby teeth, but she has since grown a new set of teeth. She bit the fruit of knowledge in her cradle and bit it off, and she became wise. In this way, the "immortal light", as the most intelligent thought of mankind, illuminated before her.

When did the new century of poetry appear? When will the goddess be recognized? When will her voice be heard?

She will arrive on a beautiful spring morning* with a dragon locomotive passing through tunnels and over bridges; or she will ride on a spraying dolphin across the gentle and tough sea; or she will ride on Montegolfi. Joseph Michael Montgoraeier (1740-1810) was a French inventor who experimented with hydrogen balloon flight in 1873. (Note: Rok is a giant bird in African mythology. It can carry elephants in its mouth Feeding its chicks ("One Thousand and One Nights" contains stories about this bird) passing through space. She will hail humanity for the first time with her divine voice in the land where she fell. Where is this country? Did Columbus discover the land of freedom in the New World? In this land, the natives have become the objects of hunting, and the Africans have become the laboring cattle and horses. From this land, we hear "The Song of Hiawatha" (Note: This is the American poet Henry Wade's Worth Longae Ellow, 1807 1 A masterpiece of 882) .). On the other side of the world, on a golden island in the South Ocean? This is a topsy-turvy land, where our night is day, where black swans sing among the mimosa bushes. In the country where the Memnon statue is located? The statue made a sound, and still makes a sound, although we now do not understand the song of the desert sphinx. On that island full of coal mines (Note: Refers to the UK, because there are many coal mines in the UK.)? This is an island where Shakespeare has been the ruler since the beginning of the Elizabethan Dynasty. In the land where Tichobrah was born? Tichobrah cannot live in this land. In the fairy tale land of California? The metasequoia here holds its leaf clusters high and becomes the king of woods in the world.

When will the star on the goddess's brow light up? The star is the expression of a flower that has on each of its petals the beauty of this century in form, color and fragrance.

"What are the plans of this new goddess?" asked the wise statesman of our time. "What exactly does she want to do?"

You might as well ask her what she's not going to do!

She is not a ghost from a bygone era and she will not appear in this form.

She will not create new drama out of the beautiful things that have been used on the stage.

Nor would she use lyric poetry as a curtain to cover up the shortcomings of dramatic structure! She left us and flew away, just as she stepped off Thesbes' carriage and onto the marble stage. She will not break the normal language of the world into pieces, and then combine these pieces into a music box to pronounce "Dubado" (Note: This is a kind of lyric poet in Southern Europe; they mainly write heroic love stories.) Competition That tone. She will regard poetry not as aristocratic, but prose as plebeian, both being equal in tone, harmony, and power. She will not re-carve the ancient gods from the legendary wooden tablets of Iceland, because these gods are dead and our time has no emotion or connection with them. She will not put the plots of French novels into the hearts of her generation. She will not numb these people's nerves with some bland stories. She brings the elixir of life. The songs she sang in verse and prose were succinct, clear, and rich. The pulse of each people is but a letter in the script of human evolution. She mastered each letter with equal love, formed these letters into words, and wove these words into syllabic odes to praise her era.
 
When will this era mature?

For those of us left behind, we still have to wait a while. For those who have already flown forward, it is right in front of them.

China's Great Wall will soon collapse; Europe's trains will reach into Asia's insular culture. These two cultures will converge! Maybe this waterfall will send out an echo that shakes the heaven and the earth: we modern old people will tremble in front of this huge sound, because we will hear "Ragnurok" (Note: "Ragnurok" in the Nordic fairy tale It means "the end of the world". On the eve of the "end of the world", the world will be hit by chaos and storm. After the "end of the world", the world will be reborn. We have forgotten the death of the past. Ages and races have to pass away; only tiny microcosms of each age and race remain, encapsulated in words, floating like a lotus on the eternal river. They tell us that they are us. of flesh and blood, though they all have different attire. The epitome of the Jewish race is revealed in the Bible, and the epitome of the Greek race is revealed in the Iliad and the Odyssey. But what about ours? Let's ask the goddess of the new century during "Ranelok". At this time of "Ranelok", the new "Gimle" (Note: Gimle) is the "heaven" in Norse mythology, where there is only justice. who can enter it and live in it forever) will emerge in glory and sanity.

The power of steam and modern pressure are levers. The "bloodless master" and his busy assistants resemble nothing more than the servants of a powerful ruler in our time, the black slaves who decorate the ornate halls. They brought treasures, laid tables, and prepared for a grand festival. On this day, with the innocence of a child, the enthusiasm of a girl, the calmness and wisdom of a housewife, the goddess hangs a beautiful lamp of poetry, which is the rich and fulfilling heart of mankind that emits the sacred flame.

Goddess of poetry in the new century, we salute you! May our salute fly high into the sky and be heard by you, just as the earthworm's song of thanksgiving is heard by you. This earthworm was cut into several sections under the plowshare, because the new spring has arrived, and the farmers are turning among us earthworms. earth. They destroyed us so that your blessing could fall on this new generation to come.

Goddess of the new century, we salute you!