一粒子弹从梦中穿过（组诗）
作者：王性初
1. 一粒子弹从梦中穿过
夜已经深深沉入脑海
梦的星星唱着平安
桃花源是梦里仙境
一路繁花似锦笑声连绵
白天的禁锢无处释放
只有在睡眠中找回松绑
躺在席梦思的安乐窝里
剔除了乱世纷飞的甩锅
惶惑中一只兔子在草丛闪躲
一粒子弹从梦中穿过
噩梦来自网络的一场枪杀
一位科学家在宅中一命呜呼
身上连中数枪成了筛子
无名的人在梦里中弹
有名的人却不幸归天
2020/5/5
A Bullet Pierces Through the Dream (Collection of Ten Poems)
Author: Wang Xingchu
A Bullet Pierces Through the Dream
Night sinks deep into the mind
Starry dreams hum tunes of peace
Peach Blossom Land is a fairyland in slumber
Blossoms bloom all the way, interwoven with endless laughter
No outlet for the confinement of daytime
Only sleep can untie the fetters of the world
Lying in the comfort of a Simmons bed
Away from the blame-shifting chaos of turbulent times
A hare flinches and dodges in the grass amid panic
A single bullet pierces straight through the dream
The nightmare stems from an online shooting tragedy
A scientist loses his life in his own residence
Shot repeatedly, his body riddled with bullets
The unknown are shot in dreams
The renowned perish in harsh reality
May 5, 2020
2. 明年春天的谜底
今年的春天被新冠谋杀
死在哀乐连绵起伏的新棺
天文数字已经无法感动上天
股市也跟着无理地殉葬
绝望目睹了椭圆的嘴巴
星条旗的影子在桌面签字
春天的墨绿枯萎成遗骸
眼花缭乱的春风是砸碎的古董
早已一钱不值已被唾弃
逃难人群的悲剧是边境的新塚
鸟语花香的世道疯长成枯草
白衣天使至暗步过太平间
灵柩里躺着头戴新冠的春色
明年的春天扮成牧师为她送行
2020/5/17
The Answer to Next Spring
This spring is murdered by COVID-19
Buried in new coffins amid endless dirges
Astronomical figures can no longer move heaven
The stock market falls in irrational martyrdom
Despair witnesses words from the oval mouth
The shadow of the Stars and Stripes signs decrees
The dark green of spring withers into mortal remains
The dazzling spring breeze turns into broken antiques
Worthless and abandoned by the world
The tragedy of fleeing crowds builds new tombs by the border
The world of birdsong and blossoms runs wild into withered grass
Angels in white walk through morgues in the darkest hours
Spring itself lies in coffins, crowned by the pandemic
Next spring shall dress as a priest to bid it farewell
May 17, 2020
3. 落日余晖中的鸟影
夕阳是一天里的老态龙钟
正在寻找回家的路径
落日余晖中掠过一行鸟影
陪同漫天云彩的皱纹
迷途在摇摇欲坠的黄昏
苍穹经不起白天的光明
开始用至暗管辖宇宙
天际盘旋的鸟群是流浪的云
找不到落脚栖息的树梢
那一片森林已毁成灰烬
所有的翅膀精疲力尽
一只老鸟的影子从天而降
在地面摔成惨绝的体温
与街头无家可归的游民
一行流浪的足迹心心相印
2020/5/19
Bird Shadows in the Afterglow
The setting sun stoops with the feebleness of old age
Seeking its final path home
A line of bird shadows sweeps across the afterglow
Accompanying the wrinkled clouds all over the sky
Lost in the crumbling dusk
The firmament wearies of the daylight glare
And begins to rule the universe with utter darkness
Flocks of circling birds are wandering clouds
Finding no branches to rest upon
For the entire forest has burned to ashes
All wings are worn out with exhaustion
The shadow of an old bird plummets from the sky
Crashing to the ground with tragic warmth
Its wandering footsteps resonate in perfect empathy
With the homeless drifts roaming the streets
May 19, 2020
4. 五月骨牌
今年第一季度没想到垮得惨
第二季度的多米诺也应声倒下
五月稀里哗啦地败下阵来
初夏的光景半死不活地残喘
人们被锁在宅里发疯透不过气
干脆趁机举牌子上街游行踩禁令
股市的箭头刺穿了市场靶心
失业人口的队伍无助地绕着地球
流浪汉的帐篷漂浮着病毒
黄毛发下的嘴巴满口胡言乱语
每日的算盘珠子被数字摔死
网络上真假难辨黑白无常
五月唱的不是最后的挽歌
五月的日子眼看已残败不堪
五月的梦呓飘到了遥远的暮秋
期待十一月的骨牌崩溃终将收摊
2020/5/25
May’s Domino Effect
The first quarter collapses in unforeseen ruin
The dominoes of the second quarter fall one after another
May crumbles completely in crashing chaos
Early summer lingers in a half-dead stupor
People trapped at home suffocate and grow frantic
Defying bans, they take to the streets with protest signs
Stock market indicators pierce the heart of the market
Endless lines of the unemployed stretch across the globe
Virus lingers in the tents of wanderers
Frivolous mouths spout endless nonsense daily
Countless statistics shatter all hope online
Truth and falsehood blur in boundless confusion
May sings not a final elegy
But witnesses utterly dilapidated days
Its murmuring dreams drift toward late autumn
We await the end of collapsing dominoes in November
May 25, 2020
5. 尘封的血迹
曾经歌颂过恐怖的战争
仿佛歌颂少女和美丽的星星
恐怖的战争
这个老巫婆，迷惑了所有的人
毫无疑问
凭吊的人来到尘封的血迹面前
此时已体验了它统治的恐怖
一小杯风景，一丁点平静
辜负了迟迟的亡灵
那遗忘岂止是人类旷古的悲伤
战壕的废墟竖起人造的丰碑
超过音速的铁鸟在讴歌炮火
完美的天堂恩赐尘封的血迹
那奔腾著向眼前涌来的
是20世纪生锈的华年和烛光
写于2020年国殇日
Dust-Covered Bloodstains
Mankind once praised horrific wars
As if praising maidens and twinkling stars
Dreadful wars
This old witch, has bewitched all humanity
Undoubtedly
Those who come to mourn before dust-covered bloodstains
Have finally tasted the terror of its reign
Scenery is faint, peace is fleeting
Failing the lingering souls of the departed
Such forgetfulness embodies humanity’s ancient sorrow
Man-made monuments rise from trench ruins
Supersonic warplanes sing paeans to artillery fire
A false paradise bestows grace upon dusty bloodstains
Surging before our eyes
Are the rusted years and flickering candlelight of the 20th century
Written on US Memorial Day, 2020
6. 皇上息怒
这不是乌托邦的美丽土地
不费吹灰之力的事是寻找皇帝
白色的皇宫筑满乌鸦之巢
居住权签合同四年续租再议
大人骑着彪悍的白鬃野马
沿着椭圆形的马场狂奔
马尾巴扬起阵阵喝彩的喇叭
皇帝每天对着忠臣下达圣旨
洋洋得意要让自己穿上新装
举国上下在到处寻找这个帝王
有位孩童笑眯眯直指宫中 喏——
就是那个浑身上下光溜溜的老男人
气得赤身裸体的皇上七窍生烟
唾沫四溅叱责：假新闻！假新闻！
写于2020年六一儿童节
Your Majesty, Restrain Your Wrath
This land is no utopian paradise
Yet emperors are effortlessly found everywhere
The white imperial palace nests flocks of crows
Residency rights renew every four years by contract
A mighty lord rides a fierce white-maned steed
Galloping wildly along the oval racetrack
The horse’s tail stirs up waves of cheering fanfare
Every day the emperor issues imperial edicts to loyal ministers
Complacent and eager to don new glorious robes
The whole nation searches high and low for this monarch
A child smiles and points straight at the palace: Look —
It is that naked old man with nothing on his body
Flying into a towering rage, the naked emperor
Spits and roars: Fake news! All fake news!
Written on Children’s Day, June 1, 2020
7. 金门桥在狂潮中怒吼
橙色的金门桥阳光下
爆发了愤怒的抗争
为了8分46秒的不能呼吸
为了讨回黑人的命也是命
白宫的枪口链接准星
推特的胆囊发炎发疯
地下室留下战战兢兢的脚印
窗外的口号点燃金门桥火星
人群的怒潮卷过桥面
和平的神圣是坚固的桥身
理性悬吊起了种族的和谐
拳头高擎平等的旗帜
新冠肺炎的病毒坑害人类
种族歧视的病毒滥杀无辜
金门桥作证旧金山作证
正义的桥墩耸立百年根基
2020/6/7
The Golden Gate Bridge Roars in Turmoil
Bathed in sunlight, the orange Golden Gate Bridge
Bursts forth in furious resistance
For the unbearable 8 minutes and 46 seconds of suffocation
For the truth that Black lives equally matter
Gun sights aim steadily from the White House
Tweets spiral into frantic hysteria
Trembling footsteps linger in the basement
Chants outside ignite sparks upon the bridge
Turbulent tides of anger surge across the deck
The sacred power of peace fortifies the bridge’s frame
Reason suspends hope for racial harmony
Raised fists hold high the banner of equality
COVID-19 plagues all humanity
Racism’s virus slaughters countless innocents
The Golden Gate Bridge witnesses, San Francisco testifies
The piers of justice stand firm with a century of resolve
June 7, 2020
8. 今天的脖子历史的头
今天的脖子被野蛮跪杀
沉重在8分46秒钟
终于不能呼吸而毙命
历史的头颅被正义砍下
罪恶被狠狠地清算
身躯推倒在遗臭万年
当所有历史成为当代史
由胜利者重新撰写内容
我们站在一边旁观
高举起旗帜的清醒
- 发现美洲新大陆的哥伦布头颅被砍下，几百年的当代史至今黑白不明。
2020/6/10
Today’s Neck, History’s Head
A neck is brutally crushed and killed today
In the suffocating weight of 8 minutes and 46 seconds
Life perishes amid lost breath
The head of history is severed by justice
Evil crimes face severe reckoning
Corrupt bodies fall into eternal infamy
When all history is rewritten as modern narrative
Revised and defined by the victorious
We stand aside as sober witnesses
Holding high the banner of clarity and truth
- The legacy of Columbus, discoverer of the New World, has long been overturned, leaving centuries of disputed history unresolved.
June 10, 2020
9. 遐想，十一月
——这是今年六月写的一首诗。当时遐想十一月的美国，充满了美好与愿景。时间很快到了十一月。那时的遐想如今没有变成现实，眼下的美国反而让人更加揪心。（补记）
我们走过依然如故的树林
走过玫瑰盛开过花期
人烟罕迹的广场重接地气
选票的大派对呼天唤地
整个美利坚为了今日
白宫的皇座等待着体温
口罩已经成了往日的古董
把8分46秒的哀恸化成怜悯
种族歧视的伤口祈祷慢慢愈合
人们舍弃了社交距离的隔阂
握手拥抱接吻心贴着心
尽管新冠病毒仍在觊觎
觊觎凝固土地的解封
觊觎度过灾难后蓬勃的欢笑
曾经荒凉的土地又长出硕果
病魔横扫过的社区阳光普照
新的生活铺展新的蓝图
十一月遐想贴满美梦的海报
2020/6/11
Reveries of November
— Written in June 2020. At that time, I envisioned a promising America in November filled with hope. Yet when November came, those beautiful reveries never came true, and the nation fell into deeper distress. (Postscript)
We walk through unchanged woods
Through the fading bloom of roses
Deserted squares regain earthly vitality
Grand ballot celebrations echo across the land
All of America awaits this pivotal day
The imperial throne of the White House awaits a new master
Masks become outdated relics of the past
Grief over 8 minutes and 46 seconds turns to compassion
Wounds of racial discrimination pray for gradual healing
Abandoning social distance barriers
People shake hands, embrace, kiss, and reconnect heart to heart
Though the coronavirus still lurks and covets
Coveting the reopening of frozen lands
Coveting the vibrant joy after surviving disaster
Fertile fruits regrow on once desolate soil
Sunlight bathes communities once ravaged by the pandemic
New life unfolds a brand-new blueprint
Dreams of November cover the land with hopeful posters
June 11, 2020
10. 蒲公英咏叹调
轻轻地离开笔直的母体
飘荡着惬意的箴言
白昼黑夜都无所顾忌
上天入地只为浪迹无边
地心是他人的
云霄是他人的
只有行囊肩负着历史
饮甘露飱星光宿荒野
沐朝阳映晚霞唱挽歌
身影飞越了宫廷仙阙
自由之身托付给无根之土
兴冲冲度过了生命奇迹
迎面蹒跚着几个黑影
流浪的骨骼散落一地
花影碎碎
羽魂飘飘
2020/6/18
Dandelion Aria
Gently departing from its upright mother stem
Floating afar with peaceful whispers
Fearless through day and night
Roaming heaven and earth for boundless freedom
The earth belongs to others
The clouds belong to others
Only its traveling pack bears the weight of history
Drinking dewdrops, feasting on starlight, dwelling in wilderness
Bathed in sunrise and sunset, singing elegies
Its shadow flies beyond palaces and fairy realms
A free spirit entrusted to rootless soil
Journeying eagerly through life’s miracles
Several dark shadows stagger forward
Shattering wandering bones across the ground
Flower shadows scatter and break
Feathered souls drift endlessly
June 18, 2020
作者简介：王性初，中国作家协会会员，定居美国旧金山。出版《独木舟》《月亮的青春期》《星条旗下（2020-2021）》等十余部诗集，中英对照诗选多部。诗集《初心》荣获2016年世界华人“中山文学奖”，是当代极具影响力的海外华文诗人。
Author Profile
Wang Xingchu, member of the Chinese Writers Association, resides in San Francisco, USA. He has published more than ten poetry collections including The Canoe, Adolescence of the Moon, and Under the Stars and Stripes (2020-2021), with multiple bilingual poetry selections. His collection Original Aspiration won the 2016 World Chinese Zhongshan Literature Award. He is a highly influential overseas Chinese poet in contemporary literature.
乱世诗史，异域良心——评王性初《一粒子弹从梦中穿过》组诗
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旅居海外的华文诗歌，最大的价值在于以旁观者的清醒、在场者的痛感记录时代、照见真相。王性初2020年创作的《一粒子弹从梦中穿过》十首组诗，接续其疫情书写的现实主义脉络，以五至六月美国社会的多重危机为底色，融合疫情灾难、种族冲突、政治荒诞、民生崩塌与个体命运悲歌，构筑起一部微型的异域乱世诗史。整组诗作摒弃空泛抒情，以梦与现实、盛世假象与乱世真相、自由神话与残酷现实的多重对峙为骨架，兼具锋利的社会批判、悲悯的人文情怀与凝练的现代诗艺，尽显海外诗人扎根大地、直面真相的文学良心。
这组诗歌最鲜明的特质，是以个体微观体感承载时代宏观阵痛，让个人梦境、视线与心绪，成为折射社会乱象的棱镜。开篇《一粒子弹从梦中穿过》以极具冲击力的核心意象破题，白日的精神禁锢、乱世的无端纷争，让安宁的梦境成为唯一的救赎，可即便梦境之中，仍难逃子弹穿梦、枪杀惊魂的阴影。“无名的人在梦里中弹，有名的人却不幸归天”，一句极简对照，打通了个体虚幻噩梦与现实人间惨剧的边界，道出灾难时代无人幸免的集体恐慌，为整组诗歌奠定了沉郁悲凉的基调。
诗人跳出私人情绪的桎梏，将笔触延伸至社会、政治与人性的多重维度，层层拆解西方社会的文明滤镜。《明年春天的谜底》颠覆春日的美好意象，直言春天被新冠“谋杀”，绿意枯萎、春风贬值、生灵陨落，曾经鸟语花香的人间沦为遍地新冢。诗人以季节的陨落隐喻时代的崩塌，戳破所谓繁华盛世的假象，道尽灾难之下生命的卑微与时代的荒芜。《五月骨牌》更是直白纪实2020年美国的社会困局，经济崩盘、民生凋敝、禁令失效、乱象丛生，失业、病毒、谎言交织蔓延，多米诺骨牌式的崩塌，是社会秩序、经济体系、民心信仰的全面溃败，写实且锋利，极具时代纪实价值。
政治荒诞与权力虚伪，是本组诗歌核心的批判内核。《皇上息怒》以戏谑辛辣的笔触，解构西式民主的荒诞本质，将四年一轮的竞选更迭比作帝王续租，将政坛造势比作帝王巡猎，全民追捧的帝王，终是被孩童一语戳穿的“赤裸君主”。“假新闻！假新闻！”的气急斥责，以反讽手法淋漓尽致地揭露了政坛虚伪、粉饰太平的乱象，戏谑笔墨之下，是入骨的现实批判，让政治闹剧的荒诞感跃然纸上。《尘封的血迹》回望战争与暴力的永恒命题，人类歌颂战争、崇拜炮火，却遗忘了战壕废墟里的亡灵，尘封的血迹从未褪去，只是被盛世假象掩盖，暗含诗人对暴力、霸权、历史健忘的深度反思。
面对种族不公与人间苦难，诗作满含平视众生的悲悯与坚守正义的立场。2020年美国种族平权运动爆发，诗人立足旧金山，以笔墨见证正义与抗争。《金门桥在狂潮中怒吼》将地标建筑人格化，让金门桥成为平等与正义的见证者、发声者，8分46秒的窒息之痛、黑人的生命之重，化作席卷全城的怒潮。诗人精准点破人类双重病毒：新冠病毒残害肉身，种族歧视病毒撕裂人性，立意深刻，格局开阔。《今天的脖子历史的头》以凝练沉痛的语言，将个体的跪杀悲剧上升为历史审判，野蛮的暴力终将被清算，罪恶终将遗臭万年，彰显出诗人超越地域、种族的人文正义。
同时，诗作兼具理性遐想与生命哲思，刚柔并济、张力十足。《遐想，十一月》以六月的期许对照后续的现实落差，诗人曾期盼疫情消散、隔阂消解、人间重归温暖，美好遐想与残酷现实的反差，让诗歌的悲悯与无奈愈发深沉。收尾之作《蒲公英咏叹调》以蒲公英自喻，随风漂泊、无依无靠，饮露栖野、遍历沧桑，看似自由无根，实则背负历史、承载命运，流浪的羽魂、破碎的花影，既是海外游子漂泊境遇的写照，也是乱世众生渺小飘零命运的缩影，为整组铿锵锐利的现实诗篇，添上温柔而苍凉的生命底色。
艺术层面，整组诗作意象精准、对比强烈、虚实相生。梦境与现实、春天与死亡、繁华与荒芜、期许与落空、自由神话与暴力现实的多重对比，层层深化主题；子弹、残春、骨牌、怒桥、蒲公英等核心意象贯穿始终，具象化时代创伤；语言质朴锋利、直白有力，无华丽雕琢，却字字戳心，兼具纪实性与文学性。
总而言之，《一粒子弹从梦中穿过》组诗，是王性初疫情纪实诗歌的升华之作。诗人身居异域、心怀众生，以汉语笔墨记录乱世、揭露荒诞、悲悯苦难、守望正义，既留存了独一无二的时代记忆，彰显了海外华文诗歌的现实力量与人文厚度，更以笔墨为刃、以诗心为灯，守住了文学的真诚与知识分子的时代良知。
作者简介:龍龘龘，本名韦元龙，号青蛙王子，北大校友，未名湖文学社社长、燕园书画研究院主编，清华终身赋能学员，中国龙网总编辑，民族传媒社长。
Poetic Chronicle of Turbulent Times, Conscience in a Foreign Land
— A Critique of Wang Xingchu’s Poetry Suite A Bullet Pierces Through the Dream
By Long Dada
Overseas Chinese-language poetry derives its greatest value from documenting the times and revealing truth with the sobriety of an onlooker and the agony of a witness. Composed in 2020, Wang Xingchu’s ten-poem suite A Bullet Pierces Through the Dream continues the realist vein of his writings about the pandemic. Set against multiple crises sweeping across American society between May and June, the suite weaves together pandemic catastrophe, racial conflicts, political absurdity, the collapse of people’s livelihoods and elegies of individual fates, forming a miniature poetic chronicle of turbulent times on foreign soil. Rejecting empty sentimentalism, the suite is structured around multiple confrontations: dreams against reality, illusions of prosperity against harsh truths of chaos, and myths of freedom against brutal facts. Sharp social criticism, compassionate humanistic sentiments and refined modern poetic craft converge in these works, fully embodying the literary conscience of an overseas poet rooted in reality and daring to face the truth.
The most distinctive trait of this collection lies in its use of individual, intimate perceptions to bear witness to the sweeping pains of an era. Personal dreams, visions and inner emotions serve as prisms refracting social chaos. The opening poem A Bullet Pierces Through the Dream introduces a striking core image. Mental confinement in daylight and endless strife in troubled times render peaceful dreams the sole refuge. Yet even within dreams, one cannot escape the terror of a bullet tearing through slumber and fatal gun violence.
“The nameless are shot in dreams; the renowned perish for real.”
This concise contrast blurs the boundary between illusory personal nightmares and real-world tragedies, articulating the collective panic that no one can evade amid catastrophe, setting a sombre, melancholy tone for the entire suite.
Breaking free from purely private emotions, the poet extends his writing to multi-layered dimensions of society, politics and human nature, gradually dismantling the veneer of civilisation in Western societies. The Answer Hidden in Next Spring subverts the traditional uplifting imagery of spring. The poet states plainly that spring has been “murdered” by COVID-19: greenery withers, spring breezes lose their radiance, and countless lives fade away. The once vibrant world of birdsong and blossoms turns into a land dotted with fresh graves. Using the demise of a season as a metaphor for societal collapse, the poet pierces the illusion of a flourishing age, laying bare the insignificance of human life and desolation of the times amid disaster. May Dominoes offers an unflinching documentary account of America’s social predicament in 2020. Economic meltdown, widespread hardship, ineffective restrictions and rampant disorder prevail. Unemployment, the virus and falsehoods spread hand in hand. The domino-style breakdown represents the comprehensive collapse of social order, economic systems and public faith. The writing is realistic, incisive and carries immense documentary value for the era.
Political absurdity and hypocrisy of power form the core critical theme of the suite. Written in a playful yet acerbic tone, Your Majesty, Restrain Your Anger deconstructs the absurd essence of Western-style democracy. Four-year electoral cycles are likened to monarchs renewing their reigns, and political campaigns to imperial hunting tours. The monarch adored by the masses is ultimately an “emperor in new clothes”, exposed by a child’s casual remark. The furious cry of “Fake news! Fake news!” uses irony to lay bare political hypocrisy and the whitewashing of harsh realities. Beneath the playful language lies penetrating commentary on reality, vividly capturing the absurdity of political farces. Dried Bloodstains revisits the eternal themes of war and violence. Humanity glorifies warfare and reveres artillery, yet forgets the souls lost amid trenches and ruins. Dried bloodstains have never faded; they are merely concealed by illusions of prosperity. The poem embodies the poet’s profound reflection on violence, hegemony and collective amnesia of history.
Confronted with racial injustice and worldly suffering, these verses brim with compassion for all people and an unwavering commitment to justice. When America’s racial equality movement erupted in 2020, the poet based in San Francisco bore witness to the pursuit of justice and resistance through his writing. Golden Gate Bridge Roars Amid the Surge personifies the landmark, turning it into a witness and voice for equality and justice. The agony of eight minutes and forty-six seconds of suffocation, and the weight of Black lives, transform into a tide of rage sweeping across the city. The poet astutely identifies humanity’s twin viruses: COVID-19 ravages physical bodies, while racial discrimination fractures the human spirit, demonstrating profound insight and broad vision. Today’s Neck, History’s Verdict uses condensed, mournful language to elevate the tragedy of an individual’s fatal restraint to a historical judgment. Savage violence will eventually be held accountable, and evil deeds will live on in infamy, manifesting the poet’s cross-regional, cross-racial humanistic pursuit of justice.
Meanwhile, the poems blend rational contemplation with philosophical reflection on life, balancing tenderness and sharpness with powerful tension. Contemplations for November contrasts hopes forged in June with subsequent harsh reality. The poet once anticipated the fading of the pandemic, the dissolution of divisions and the return of warmth to the world. The stark gap between beautiful expectations and brutal reality deepens the poetry’s compassion and helplessness. The concluding piece Ode to Dandelions takes the dandelion as the poet’s self-metaphor: drifting rootless with the wind, dwelling among dew and wilderness after enduring vicissitudes. Though seemingly free and untethered, it bears the weight of history and fate. Its wandering feathered soul and shattered floral silhouette depict not only the wandering plight of overseas migrants, but also the fate of countless insignificant beings amid chaos, adding a gentle, desolate undertone of life to this sharp suite of realistic poems.
Artistically, the suite features precise imagery, stark contrasts and an interplay of the virtual and tangible. Layered juxtapositions — dreams versus reality, spring versus death, prosperity versus desolation, hope versus disillusionment, myths of freedom versus violent reality — continuously deepen thematic meaning. Core motifs including the bullet, withered spring, dominoes, roaring bridge and dandelion run through the whole work, embodying the traumas of the age in concrete form. The language is plain yet piercing, direct and powerful. Free from ornate embellishment, every line strikes the heart, balancing documentary authenticity and literary grace.
In summary, A Bullet Pierces Through the Dream marks an advancement in Wang Xingchu’s pandemic documentary poetry. Living abroad yet caring for all humanity, the poet records turbulent times, exposes absurdity, grieves over suffering and upholds justice with the Chinese language. These verses preserve one-of-a-kind memories of an era, showcasing the realistic strength and humanistic depth of overseas Chinese-language poetry. More importantly, wielding words as blades and poetic sentiment as beacons, the poet safeguards literary sincerity and the intellectual conscience demanded by the times.
About the Author: Long Dan Dan, real name Wei Yuan Long, also known as the Frog Prince. He is a Peking University graduate, the director of the Unseen Lake Literature Society and the editor-in-chief of the Yan Yuan Calligraphy and Painting Research Institute. He is a lifelong empowerment student at Tsinghua University, the editor-in-chief of China Dragon Network, and the publisher of the National Media.
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