I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. Once upon a time in my hometown, at night in July and August.
When enjoying the cool in the yard, I like to see the dense stars in the sky. Look at the stars,
I will forget everything, as if I were back in my mother's arms.
There was a back door where I lived in Nanjing three years ago. I open it every night.
I saw a silent night. Below is a vegetable garden covered with blue stars.
Jesus Christ. Although starlight is tiny to our naked eyes, it makes us feel bright.
It's everywhere. At that time, I was reading some books on astronomy and knew some stars.
Stars, like my friends, often talk to me.
Now at sea, facing the stars every night, I know them very well. I
Lying on the deck, looking up at the sky. There are countless half bright and half dark in the dark blue sky.
Star. The ship is moving, and so are the stars. They're so low, they're really shaky! Gradually
Gradually my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me.
The night at sea is soft, silent and dreamy. I looked at many acquaintances.
Stars, I seem to see them winking at me, and I seem to hear them whispering.
Words. And then forget everything. In the arms of the stars, I fell asleep laughing.
I feel like a child, sleeping in my mother's arms now.
One night, the Englishman who got on the boat in Rumbo showed me the giants in the sky.
He pointed out: those four bright stars are the head, and the body below. That's it.
One is a hand, those are legs and feet, and three stars are belts. After what he did.
Pointing, I really saw the giant in the sky. Look, the giant is still running.
So what!
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sunrise on the sea
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark at that time, and it was very winding.
Quiet, only the sound of the ship's machines.
The sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a red line appeared on the horizon.
Summer, slowly expand its scope and strengthen its light. I know that the sun is moving from
When the horizon rose, I stopped looking in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place, red.
This is Zhen Hong, but there is no light. This grandson seems to focus on the load step by step.
Try to rise slowly, and finally, break through the clouds and jump out of the sea completely.
Face, the color is very lovely red. For a moment, this crimson round thing suddenly
It gives off dazzling light, stings people's eyes, and suddenly there are clouds next to it.
Brilliant.
Sometimes the sun goes into the clouds, but its light comes down from the clouds and shines directly.
Reach the surface. At this time, it is not easy to distinguish between clear water and sky.
Because I only see a light.
Sometimes there are dark clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are thick. When the sun comes out, people can't see them.
However, when I see you, the light from the sun in the dark clouds passes through the encirclement of the dark clouds instead of black.
Clouds are inlaid with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the encirclement and appeared in
The sky even dyed the dark clouds purple or red. Not only will it shine at this time.
It's the sun, the clouds, the sea, and even myself has become bright.
Isn't this a great spectacle?
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Preface to Autumn in Spring
Spring. The yellow leaves turned green. New green leaves have grown on the dead branches.
The sunshine smiles gently at everyone, the birds are singing and flying. The flowers are in bloom, red
Flowers, white flowers and purple flowers. The stars are shining, red, green and white.
Blue sky, free wind, dreamlike love.
Everyone has spring. Whether you or I, everyone is in spring.
Everyone can have laughter, love and intoxication.
However, autumn cried in spring.
This spring, in the charming southern ancient city, I sent my section away.
Time.
Autumn rain falls, but it is swept away by spring breeze.
On a sunny day after rain, two friends and I were walking on a muddy road. go to
Cross the stone bridge, take the path beside the field and visit a woman from the south, a woman from the south.
Crazy girl I've never seen before.
We stopped in front of a small farmhouse. A man said to me
The little girl who doesn't know the language opened the black fence door for us and stayed with me.
It's completely different in the novel. This is the home of the local rich.
In a dark room, I saw our host. A generous shelf
Bed, wide mat, thin quilt. She sat up and I saw her upper body.
She is a teenage girl.
The three of us sat on the bench opposite her. A friend explained his purpose.
She just laughed silently, laughing like crying. I looked at her silently. I just
I understand everything my friend told me. I stayed there for more than half an hour.
We talked for less than ten sentences and watched her smile in autumn for more than ten times.
Farewell to her, I am in autumn with a painful heart. I remember mine.
I wanted to help her, and I almost cried.
A girl, a young girl ... for the first time in my life.
I understood the meaning of madness for the first time.
My years of hard work, my book written with blood and tears, my life.
Our goal is to help people, so that everyone has spring and every heart has it.
With light, everyone's life is happy, and everyone's development is independent.
By. I aroused people's desire and desire for light; I put it in front of people.
A career, a career worthy of dedication. However, all my efforts have been given to another.
Power destroyed it. After awakening a young soul, only let him (her) suffer.
More embarrassing ravages and torture.
So the girl went crazy. Unreasonable social system, illiberal marriage,
I don't know how many flowers have been destroyed by the shackles of traditional ideas and the tyranny of the family.
The young soul, in my twenty-eight years, has accumulated so much that
So many shadows. I saw it in that autumn smile, like a crying smile.
To find the bodies of a whole generation of young people. I seem to hear a painful voice saying:
"This should be over."
"Autumn in Spring" is not only a story of gentle crying, but also
The attraction of a whole generation of young people. I will take my pen as a weapon and charge them.
Send my firm voice "I accuse" to this dying society (I accuse
Verb (abbreviation of verb).
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Poetry of the machine
In order to see a friend, I made a trip on the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway. but I
Three friends went all the way from Huicheng to the charity, and we sat on the train for about three hours.
After a long time, the weather is hot, but I don't feel lonely.
The scenery in the south really has a fascinating power. Everything is obvious to me.
Fantastic beauty: such lush green trees, such bright red soil, which one?
Pieces of rice fields, piles of houses, and a mirror-like river towering into the sky.
Watchtower. Although the villages in the south contain a lot of pain, they are all superficial.
They are still very calm and beautiful in this world!
When we arrived at Tanjiang, the train stopped. The wheels didn't move, and the scenery outside began.
It moves very slowly. This is not a miracle. This is the most beautiful part of sunning railway.
Li's project. There is no bridge here. When the train gets on the boat, it stays on the boat. Let's leave now.
The ship carried it slowly across the river.
I got off and stood on the iron plate. The hull is not small, and the deck is covered with rails.
The train stopped panting on the tracks. There is a food stall on the left, and many people are surrounded by it.
The room was talking and laughing. I walked and watched. I walk in front of the locomotive and go right.
There are quite a few workers on board. My friend told me that there were 100 people working on the ship.
Above. I don't seem to see that much. Some workers are hanging chains, while others are hanging chains.
People manage machines.
There must be at least one worker standing next to each machine in Xiangyun shirt and trousers.
They manage machines and direct ships forward.
Seeing the free expression of these workers standing by the machine, I am from the heart.
The bottom gave birth to a touch.
Surrounded by calm white sea water, there are trees and houses in the distance. This river is very wide. such
The background shows the majestic posture of the workers who manage the machine. This machine rings regularly.
The train lay there like a subdued poisonous snake.
I look at all this and feel poetic. I seem to have read a real song.
Poetry. So a sense of joy that almost made my heart tremble caught me.
The moving power of this machine's poetry is much greater than that of any poet's works.
Poetry should give people creative happiness, and poetry should spread life. I am not a poet,
But I believe that a real poet must know the power of machines, which work skillfully.
Wonderful and elegant machine movement, complete machine manufacturing. Machines are creative and can produce.
Good, perfect and powerful. Only the poetry of the machine can give people a kind of creation.
Joey.
Those workers, those who manage machines and command ships, let thousands of people go and let Xu go.
Many trains carried workers across the Tanjiang River. When they stand on the iron plate and beside the machine,
Looking at the white river while managing the machine, I saw the boat approaching slowly.
Shore, the feelings in my heart, if someone can really write it down, one.
This must be a good poem.
I often see some buildings in Shanghai. When piling, many people
Watch there. A powerful machine hit a tall and thick stake from a height.
Go to the land; Click, click, sounds and movements are regular and fast.
I drove the stake completely into the ground, and the people around me looked surprised.
Smile. The ground is flat and the wood is completely buried underground. This seems unbelievable.
Miracle. This machine has created miracles and brought joy to everyone. This feeling of happiness
Love is also the feeling of poetry. Every time I see a worker building a house, it's like reading a book.
A good poem.
1933 in Guangzhou in June
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