1. Bing Xin’s poem about nature
Is this about Xia good? I quite like saying it.
Xia, you are my old friend! I spent my childhood at the seaside and in the mountains, and she was my most familiar and beautiful little friend. She said "good morning" or "see you tomorrow" to me in the light every morning and every night. But it wasn’t until decades later that I realized that the more clouds there are, the more beautiful the glow becomes. The glow emerging from the clouds is bright and colorful.
Life is not just happiness, nor is it only pain. Happiness and pain complement each other and set off each other.
Happiness is like a faint cloud, and pain is like a dark cloud pressing down on the city. These different clouds overlap on the horizon of your life, and when "the sunset is infinitely beautiful", they will create a beautiful dusk for you. . A life will reach a time when it is "just close to dusk", and the sunset may make people nostalgic and melancholy. But human life never ends. The earth is constantly rotating around the sun. The east is not bright but the west is bright. The sunset in front of my window is heading towards Huibing Lake on the east coast of the United States... 2. Poems about natural themes by Bing Xin
"One Day of Spring"
Bing Xin
At the end of last winter, I wrote to a distant friend, saying that I would try my best to swallow the spring in Peiping this year.
Spring came very late in Peiping this year, and when I still didn’t know where spring was, I looked up and suddenly saw green leaves in the yellow dust and catkins flying around, and I realized that under the thick yellow curtain of dust, After that, Chun had not yet shown up, and had quietly moved away.
Everything in the world is like this——
Last winter was extremely cold and seemed to be extremely long. Every night, I sit alone under the lamp, listening to the howling wind blowing against the window, the small building shaking, and I feel like there is no warmth in my body or heart. When winter comes, all the joy, liveliness, strength and life seem to be frozen deep in every cell. I comforted myself boredly and said: "Just wait, winter is coming, can spring be far away?"
However, with the strong wind and heavy snow, the queue in winter is unexpectedly long and seems to be endless. time. One day I saw that the ice on the lake had softened, and I suddenly felt happy and said, "Spring is here!" That night, the north wind rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky again, angrily beating at my window, blowing away the spring feeling in my heart. It blew away again. One day I saw the willow branches turning yellow. In the afternoon of that day, it kept falling with cold rain that did not turn into snow. At dusk, the severe winter clothes were put on me again.
After ninety days to see the end - I don’t believe in spring anymore!
Several friends said: "Let's go to Dajue Temple to see the apricot blossoms." Although I never got the news of spring in my heart, I followed everyone there. When we arrived at Guanjialing, in the wind and dust, hundreds of apricot branches were covered with dead flowers and pistils. When we arrived at Dagong, in the sunny valley, there were still a few red apricots in full bloom, but they had exhausted their strength in full bloom. It’s no longer the mood of a tree full of deep red and with white stamens.
I thought, "Let's just go when spring comes!" On the way back, I felt calm. This calmness was 30% mourning and 70% disgust. In short, I didn't believe in spring. 3. One poem each about nature, innocence and philosophy written by Bing Xin
Stars are twinkling - How could one hear their conversation in the deep blue space? In the silence, in the dim light, they are deeply connected to each other. Praise for the second childhood! It is the truth in dreams, it is the dream in truth, it is the tearful smile when remembering, the trembling of thirty thousand hectares - the moon rises on the edge of the dark island, the source of life and the place of death! Four little brother! Three bright and joyful stars in my soul, gentle, ineffable, children of the soul! 5. Darkness. How to describe the depth. The depth of the soul. The depth of the universe. The resting place in the brilliant light. 6. Mirror. Looking at the other side. The other side feels unnatural. It is better to turn it over. 7. The only ones who are awake are lonely and angry people! Listen to the fortune-telling gong to break the fate of the world. 8. The broken flowers are adorned on the branches. The birds have flown away, scattering red all over the ground - Is life also such a glimpse? 9. Meng'er is the one who can't hide it the most! I told you clearly and honestly the secrets and worries in your soul. 4. Bing Xin
Collected Works of Bing Xin - A Little Bird
- I remember something I saw under the tree in the garden the day before yesterday
There was a little bird , its nest is built on the highest branch, its feathers are not full yet, and it cannot fly far; it just chirps in the nest every day and talks to the two old birds, and they both feel very happy.
This morning, it woke up. The two old birds have gone to look for food. It looked out and saw the bright sunshine, green trees, and beautiful scenery on the earth; its little mind was suddenly filled with new ideas, and it brushed its feathers, flew to the branches, and released its praise of "nature" "The song comes. Its voice is full of clarity, lightness, and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile.
There were many children under the tree. When they heard the singing, they all raised their heads and looked at——
This little bird comes out to sing every day, and the children also come to listen to it every day. , and finally they wanted to catch it.
It's out again! It was about to make a sound when suddenly there was a sneer and a marble was shot from below. It turned over and fell from the tree.
Two old birds flying like arrows from the slanting thorns caught it and carried it to the nest. Its blood fell drop by drop from the gaps in the trees to the ground.
Since then the singing has died down.
Those children wanted to look up at it and listen to its singing, but they couldn't. 5. Appreciation of Bing Xin’s collection of poems about nature
Bing Xin’s original name is Xie Wanying. Born on October 5, 1900. A native of Changle, Fujian. Chinese poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist, essayist. The pen name Bing Xin comes from "a piece of ice heart in a jade pot".
In August 1919, he published his first essay "Reflections on the 21st Hearing" and his first novel "Two Families" in "Morning Post". [1] Before and after studying abroad in 1923, he began to publish correspondence essays under the general title "To Little Readers", which became the foundation of Chinese children's literature. In 1946, she was hired as the first foreign female professor in Japan by the University of Tokyo, teaching the "New Chinese Literature" course. Returned to China in 1951. He died in Beijing Hospital at 21:12 on February 28, 1999 at the age of 99. He was known as the "Old Man of the Century." 6. How do you feel when reading Bing Xin’s poems about loving nature?
Reading these poems seems to be very kind, because Bing Xin uses lightness and elegance to describe the purest, most original and very common things in nature. The poems are expressed without any artificial modification, without adding any gorgeous words, with a touch of gentle melancholy or some deep inner beauty: Under the clear eyes, the green leaves are like clouds and the white clothes are like snow.
How touching! What's more, it's the night of farewell. The eloquent verses are full of the poet's love for life, which is the reappearance of her pure and pure heart.
After reading this collection of poems, I feel that it is very beautiful, not only beautiful and beautiful, but also sad and beautiful, sad and beautiful. What a beautiful world under Bing Xin’s poems! Bing Xin's poems are implicit and profound, and the author's originality is revealed between the lines. I don't know why, after reading this starry spring water, my heart was slightly touched. Maybe, this is the feeling.