Bing Xin's short poem "Stars"

Stars is Bing Xin's first collection of poems, which included 164 short poems written by the poet from the winter of 1919 to the autumn of 1921, and was first published in Beijing Morning Post. A

the stars are twinkling in a

deep blue sky

I never heard them

in silence

in the twilight

They deeply praised each other

two

childhood!

It's the truth in the dream

It's the dream in the truth

It's a tearful smile when remembering

Three

Tremors in the boundless expanse

The dark island

The moon has come up

The source of life

The place where she died!

four

little brothers!

three bright and joyful stars in my soul

gentle

unspeakable

children in the depths of my soul!

Five

Darkness

How to describe it deeply

The depth of the soul

The depth of the universe

The rest place in the bright light

Six

Mirrors

On the contrary, I feel unnatural

It's better to turn over the past

Seven

Wake up.

The gong, which listens to the sound of fortune-telling,

breaks the fate of the world

Eight

Residual flowers adorn the numerous branches

Birds fly away

Scattered all over the floor

Is life such a glimpse

Nine

Dreams are the most unavoidable!

clearly

honestly

tell

the secrets and worries in your own soul

ten

green buds

and young people say

develop yourself!

pale white flowers

and young people say

contribute yourself!

The crimson fruit

says to the youth

Sacrifice yourself!

Eleven

Infinite Mystery

Where to find him

After smiling

Before speaking

It is infinite mystery

Twelve

Humans!

Love each other

We are all long-distance travelers

We are all at the same destination

Thirteen

A corner of the city wall

The blue sky

The extreme purpose is boundless

That is, there is a world in the sky

Fourteen

We are all natural babies

Lying in the cradle of the universe <

You can come into my garden.

Don't pick my flowers.

Look at the thorn of the rose.

It hurts your hand.

Sixteen

Young people!

For later memories

Carefully draw your present picture

Seventeen

My friend!

Why do you say I'm silent?

There were some writers who were

beyond words

eighteen

!

sow your seeds in good faith to

find your fruits anytime and anywhere

19

My heart

crosses the sea of ups and downs of time

2

branches of happiness

are in the hands of the god of fate

looking for someone to pay completely

.

Why is it only deeply wrapped in the lingering sound?

It's the infinite sound of trees

It's the infinite moonlight

Twenty-two

Birth and departure

It's the hazy moonlight

Death

It's the haggard fallen flower

Twenty-three

The lamp of the soul

It's bright in silence

.

Get up and praise him.

It's the end of silence.

It's eternal rest.

Twenty-six

The high mountains

The deep and wide sea

It's a cold heart

It's a warm tear

Poor tiny people!

Twenty-seven

Poet

is the greatest happiness in the world fantasy

and the deepest disappointment in fact

Twenty-eight

Haibo of my hometown!

Your splashing waves

used to knock on my rock drop by drop

so did they knock on my heartstrings drop by drop

Twenty-nine

My friend

I'm sorry for you

All I can offer is a cold smile

Thirty

Is this how time has passed?

thirty-one

home is the most ungrateful

people's tears

their harvest

thirty-two

the thorns of roses

the hatred of those who climb and pick

their own comfort

thirty-three

Mother!

Put aside your worries

Let me sink into your arms

Only you are the settlement of my soul

Thirty-four

It is not the rolling waves

but the tiny sand under him

Thirty-five

Thousands of angels

Get up and sing praises to children

Children!

His tiny body

contains a great soul

thirty-six

the sunlight penetrates into the crevices of the stone

and the tiny thorn fruit says

Stick out your head with my strength

and liberate your imprisoned self!

The trunk of the tree came out

The solid rock

split in two

Thirty-seven

Artists!

Is the body and the world

separated by a heavy fog of light

38

well field

listening to the river under the gurgling mountain

the chilly wind

blowing your hair

looking back on the horizon

adding a few lights

are they stars

or lights?

You

are pitiful after parting

How can you see me again now!

forty

my friend!

Don't trust me

cause you endless troubles

I'm just a weak person driven by ideological trends!

forty

the night is already deep

my heart will be open

a wandering traveler

the god of thought

will come unexpectedly

forty-two

clouds are in the sky

people are on the ground

thoughts are trapped by facts

which is the root of all the pain.

Please allow me to ask only one sentence

A solemn sentence

Have I not misunderstood you?

Forty-five

The bigger the flower of speech

The smaller the fruit of behavior

Forty-six

The candle on cooking

still shines!

tune it repeatedly

play it again!

waiting for

my distant brother

to come to the door from the night

forty-seven

my childhood friend

Haibo

Mountain shadow

splendid sunset

tragic horn

Are we estranged now

forty-eight

Weak grass!

Be proud.

Only you have decorated the world generally.

Forty-nine

Pieces of poetry are just a few waves in the sea of learning.

However, they are bright, shining, like stars embedded in the sky of the soul.

Fifty

Constant emotions

Should we meet him?

Can he pour out an accident?

Only in this second,

you and I

are an encounter in an infinite life

and a farewell in an infinite life

When we come back,

where can I find you more

fifty-three

My heart!

Be alert

Don't get caught up in the vortex of nothingness!

fifty-four

my friend!

Get up

The morning light is coming

Wash your soul overnight

Fifty-five

Successful flowers

People are only amazed at her brilliance now!

However, at that time, her buds

were soaked with the tears of struggle

were sprinkled with the blood rain of sacrifice

56

The rain in the night

The weaving of silk made the poet's mood

57

A calm heart

In any environment

a deeper world can be established

58. Knowledge is yet to come.

Boredom has come faintly.

Fifty-nine

Who believes that a careful whimper

shakes the world

However, it is a drop in the sea of souls.

In the shadow of a light cloud and a light moon,

The wind blows the treetops.

You should create your personality at that time.

Sixty-one <

Don't blow out the candle in my hand.

My home is far away at the end of this dark long journey.

The moment of silence is

after I start writing

before I start writing

63

Show me

my friend!

I'm a swallow across the sea.

I'm looking for a nest separated from water.

Sixty-four

Smart man!

beware of

melancholy words

happy words

sixty-five

creator!

Who can track your brushstrokes?

Millions of pictures

Sunset outside the window every night

Sixty-six

Dusk in the deep forest

Is it the first time

It seems that when did you experience the

Sixty-seven

Fisherman!

It can be seen that Taoist priests envy you

that your life-long career

is above the boundless waves

sixty-eight

poet!

Silence

What you can't write

is absolutely beautiful

Sixty-nine

What a lovely spring morning

!

harmonious wind

strong sleeves

quiet mood

seventy

birds in the air!

Why do you argue with your companions in the cage?

You have your own world.

Seventy-one

These things

are memories that will never fade away.

In the moonlight garden

Under the leaves of vines

On my mother's lap

Seventy-two

The Western Hills!

goodbye!

I can't bear to leave you

but I remember my mother's

seventy-three

boring words

thrown in the furnace

turned into boring flames

seventy-four

Baby

was a great poet

spit out the most complete poems

seventy-five in incomplete words.

Come out and sit in the moonlight

I want to hear about your dream of seventy-six moonlit nights.

It's far away

It's near

But we just don't say anything

Listen to

this tapping sound!

there's a lot of light and fog in front of you

I'm drunk with soft waves!

heavy

seventy-seven

small stones!

be strong.

prepare for the waves that push forward and backward!

Seventy-eight

True sympathy

When you are sad

When you are not happy

Seventy-nine

The waves in the morning

The late tide

It's a normal voice again

Eighty

Mother!

My hair

hangs on your lap

This is the myriad threads you gave me

Eighty-one

Late at night!

Please let me

put down my pen

have quiet contact with you for a few hours

eighty-two

This question is difficult to answer

My friend!

What can decorate your life

Eighty-three

Little brother!

Are you annoyed with me?

Under the shadow of the lamp,

I just cheat you with ridiculous stories

blushing cheeks

gazing eyes

eighty-four

lonely!

How many boats of the mind

float in your soft light

eighty-five

Father!

I wish my heart was

as cold as your sabre

!

eighty-six

The closer the moon is, the thicker the shadow is.

Is life so real?

Eighty-seven

In the sea where I first met,

On the mysterious rocks,

Doubtful lights are shining everywhere.

Thank you for showing me

The boat of life is difficult to navigate!

eighty-eight

crown

is a temporary glory

is a permanent bondage.