The friendship with Bao Ming began around 211, when he had made many local literary friends in Jinan. His poetry collection "The Ballad of Homecoming" was printed with the help of Zhao Qingjun, a classmate of my writer class in Shanda. When I met him, the poetry collection had not been published. Later, when I heard about it, it sold a lot on the campus of Shanda, and many mountain college students rushed to buy his masterpiece. One weekend, he called to send this collection and asked where it was at the moment. I said I was wandering around the second-hand book market in Zhongshan Park. He said, Oh, I know that place. Wait, come and deliver the poetry collection to you later. As a result, he came here by bike wearing a myopic lens of more than 1 degrees. In 212, my parents were celebrating the Spring Festival, and my mother turned 66 on the sixth day of the first month. Zhang Zhiyun and Du Xinming, literary friends of Jiyang, made a special trip to celebrate her birthday. Bao Ming, as a literary friend of Jinan, accompanied her with all the formalities, drank from noon to dark. He doesn't seem to show much emotion, but he has waves in his chest and obvious poet temperament. In recent years, his situation has changed a lot. He lives as a hermit near Dingling and Changling in Yanshan Mountain. At his doorstep is the stone archway of the Ming Tombs, and then there are stone carvings. At the foot of the mausoleum of the Emperor, he quietly insists on his writing. Mr. Sun Wentao, the former editor of Poetry Magazine, has set up a "poet visiting the earth" all over the country.
on the second day after I arrived in Beijing, I hurried on after breakfast, constantly changed buses until I sat at Deshengmen, and then took bus No.872 to his place. I took the expressway first, and the road was crowded. I didn't arrive until 11 am. Bao Ming rode an electric car to pick up his lovely grandson at the bus stop. He was two years younger than me, and his grandson was in kindergarten, which I was not as good as him. But it's not as good as his. In the small bungalow where he lives, the foot of the bed and the bedside table are full of books, many of which are poems by foreign poets, such as Selected Poems of Snyder, Selected Poems of Bly, Selected Poems of Thomas, Selected Poems of Manders Ertam, Selected Poems of Fett among the Stars and Poems of Puning. Bao Ming said that all these books were ordered from the Internet, which benefited a lot from reading, and affected the personal style of poetry to some extent. Now, writing poetry has changed.
In the afternoon, we visited the Ming Tombs, which is really a treasure trove of geomantic omen. The terrace on the peak is like Ganoderma lucidum, and the principle of peace under the mountain is endless. It's also pleasant to talk about poetry here. Bao Ming said with a smile that you should come here for a long time, and you will be blessed by the imperial tomb. I also replied with a smile, saying that everyone who was blessed by the imperial tomb before. In such an economic decline and some morbid society, survival has put pressure on many of us, depression and hopelessness. It is still the dormant old dream that supported Bao Ming to travel north and south, reflecting his endless road of writing. It should be said that he has made certain literary achievements, and some places are worth learning and consulting. Of course, more importantly, he is catching up with the past.