Liang is a modern poem written by Zhu Ziqing, a modern writer and poet, in 19 19. This poem expresses the poet's yearning for a bright society and a new way of life, who was a student of philosophy at Peking University.
The content of this poem is rational and speculative, but through the hypothetical way of "God" answering questions, using symbols and contrast, the philosophy is cast into the image, avoiding the sense of abstraction and obscurity, and it is cordial and vivid.
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On a stormy night, there was no one in front.
Walking through the wilderness is the end of man.
Ah! There are many roads in the dark. How should I go?
Oh, my god Give me some light so that I can run forward!
God panicked and said, light? I have no place to find it for you!
You want light, build it yourself!
2. Coal
Coal is a modern poem written by Zhu Ziqing. Coal was written on 1920, less than a month after writing sheep. This is an important work in the development of Zhu Ziqing's thought and creation. After exploring and thinking about life, society and road, he made a new discovery: coal deeply pressed underground has great energy.
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You fell asleep underground, salty and dark!
How people hate you and are afraid of you!
They said, "No one should go near him! ……"
After a while, you danced in the garden of fire. In your black naked body, there were waves of red and heat.
Ah! They are all red and hot, beautiful and bright!
They forgot what happened just now, and they all laughed and sang songs praising you.
Hit your body again to make up for your dance festival.
3. Send Han Bohua to Russia
Sending Han Bo's Painting to Russia is a poem written by Zhu Ziqing. 19 17 The voice of the Russian October Revolution shocked the whole world and greatly inspired the struggle of the oppressed nations for freedom and liberation.
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It's still early, and red clouds like fire emerge from the treetops, burning and flowing;
The dark road, as twinkling, some clear.
There stood an apprentice who painted, and his blood was boiling.
He danced and sang:
Red clouds, bright and beautiful clouds! You gave me a new life!
You are a part of the cosmic nerve;
You are a picture of fire-who painted it?
I am willing to let go of what I once had and follow you;
Really follow you!
He really ran naked from the road to Hongyun.
Let's go Bless your apprentice who paints!
You will steal the secrets of the universe in the red clouds and put them in your paintings;
We are all waiting!
4. Modernity in the Cabin
Modern in the Cabin is a new poem written by Zhu Ziqing, a modern poet, on July 30th, 1922/kloc-0. This poem consists of four parts. The first section is like a sketch in a cabin, which shows a corner of society by recording the noise of crowded vendors in the cabin. The second section writes that these people are actually urban poor.
The third section is the writer's impression; In the fourth season, the author said that he was also a member of the war, and learned the suffocating modernity from the scene of this hut. The whole poem is written in modern spoken language, natural, simple, popular and vivid, without carving or modification.
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Sugar lily porridge, a bowl of three coppers, which one to eat?
Bamboo ear steak needs your old man's board;
Only empty hands!
Let's eat noodles. What about jiaozi?
Fashion cake, right? Sail early!
Sir, please have pity on us girls-we have been hungry for two days!
Pear, five cents, not sweet, no money!
Which one do you live in Yangzhou? Take care of us;
There is a small room, 28 cents a day!
Have you seen the entertainment expense account? Peanut, sorghum?
Do you want a bronze lock? Take it home and give it away!
Fruit fruit fruit ",a pile of spring paintings flashed in front of my eyes;
The voice in the seller's eyes, "Yes!"
It's almost started. It's on sale.
Pears, eight for a dime, which one do you want?
Crowded, piled up, leaving only a foot wide passage;
There are grotesque figures in the turbid and tense air.
Fall over-the ladder fell down and climbed up.
Get up! Get up!
Get down. Get down.
Gray and sweat painted yellow face, strong hungry eyes;
Smiling cheeks, screaming mouth
Well-behaved hands also have a strange unfolding curve, showing traces of hard work;
Just as hungry beasts instinctively want to grab some fresh blood and meat,
They are also driven by something and want to grab some dim copper coins and white slots!
In their eyes, the hut was crowded and full of things.
Just some copper coins and coins! -only human figures, only human figures.
But when they tried to catch it, the humanoid robot actually resisted; So I started that battle!
The cabin became a battlefield, they became soldiers, and we were regarded as enemies!
From their shouts, I heard the shouts of killing;
From their eyes, I felt the trembling of the cable;
From their attraction, I can see that they are struggling like injuries;
And the greed of plunder and the cruelty of treatment are looming among them, just like among soldiers on the battlefield!
This is also a big war. I, a member of the war, from everything in the cabin,
In this way, in this way, I quietly realized the suffocating modernity.
Step 5 "destroy"
Destruction is a long poem written by modern poet Zhu Ziqing on192265438+February 9. This poem has eight sections, the central idea is to abandon the mysterious thought like a smoke cloud, throw away the entanglement of temptation and seek its rapid destruction; Stand firm and follow your own path in a down-to-earth manner; Rethink and abandon the emptiness and falsehood of the past days.
We should "pay attention to reality" and return to "an ordinary me". The repetition and spread in the structure of this poem are very obvious and prominent; Contrast, symbolism and metaphor are also widely used in the whole poem, which makes the long poem very rich.
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Wandering halfway, it's me, it's me!
Five colors, ten colors, tied together:
This is so beautiful! Sounds good!
Smell the thick fragrance and taste greasy;
What the hand touches and what the body relies on are smooth and soft! Depressed!
Why is it so decadent? -Being pushed, being held, just a long time between pitching and leaning. Have you ever done it for a minute and a half?
In dreams, in diseases;
Only when I am senselessly awake! I am in the white clouds,
The wind is blowing, there is me in the abyss, and the water is surging;
Only in the green, green mud, I can never print shallow, fuzzy footprints!
I immigrated, I immigrated;
Step on your toes, but not your own land!
Old in dust, old in dust, only a lazy body, a few piles of black shadows!
At the beginning of disillusionment, I tried my best:
"Dear, although he is my hometown-my hometown! Go back! Go back! "
Although there is a boundless moon, there is a quiet lake in the cage and it is foggy;
Like the Buddha's mountain, they rest in peace.
Fireflies can't find their way in the fog, but fly around in an instant.
Who put the lotus lantern on?
"Ha ha ha ha-"
"Scare frighten-"
With a low flute, the frogs nearby rang.
It was shaken, or angered, saying that it slept in "Sister Yue's arm";
Really, who won't get carried away?
But the moon is actually silent, fireflies have never come near me, and laughter is obviously theirs.
Only the flute caused several melancholy;
But it doesn't matter at all The flute is the flute.
Swing is yours, provoke is yours, they each go their own way, who cares about you?
Anyway, you can't be friends, there's nothing to worry about!
Lonely, lonely, tasteless, tasteless!
Or turn around and go your own way.
Go back! Go back!
Although there is a snow coat, it has now spread gracefully, like white paper money ash left over from Qingming.
Those eyes, flowing like a river, have dried up, with too much meaning and too little words, like a desert under the scorching sun.
Dark hair turned into fluffy autumn grass;
The blown face is just brown and waxy.
I can't see a flower-like smile, but I can't see a pearl-like voice!
Eyes are bare, only bare forever.
Put it aside. What else did you steal? Go back! Go back!
Although there are friends like clouds, they brag and comfort each other and talk and laugh.
How much time has been sent; And heroic drinking and intimate wandering are not like lush flowers and blazing flames!
Who can forget what many people have said in their mouths and know in their hearts?
But once I left my hand, things were different:
The cloud has turned over, the rain has turned over, don't look away, turn around,
I don't recognize you! -It's just a temporary distraction. Who really cares about you?
So I left some faint names-you are the only one left in the vast wilderness.
There is air everywhere, there is air everywhere!
Still groping back; There may be your own brothers and sisters waiting for you.
Go back! Go back! Although there are clever metaphysical words, like the fall of smallpox;
In front of my eyes, I showed my desire in the form of a veil-leading me to float and float until 33 days later.
I am surrounded by colorful clouds, and the gray world is under my feet-smaller and farther away, almost beyond my imagination.
But Feng Gang in the lower bound always growls and turns back.
Blow people into my muscles!
If I fall, I will be trampled under my feet like a deflated balloon, leaving only a sneer!
Rolling Feng Gang will be like a three-pointed double-edged knife.
How about dividing it into my muscles? -I will be dismembered in the colorful clouds;
Even a puff of smoke, curling up.
I shuddered. "I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end" ... Go back! Go back!
Despite hunger, hand cramps and messy hair,
Depressed eyes, soft feet, and especially a fragile heart make me degenerate.
Go straight to hysteria, teach me to smoke, teach me to drink, teach me to look at women.
But I am infatuated with love. Although I have spent many moments, it is my gift and I will not give in. He won't let you ignore him!
Besides, I finally can't hold on to the spoony person, but I feel weak in my limbs and my mind is in a trance.
Obsessed with the middle period, a long way to go!
I'm really not human, so I'm slowly decaying?
Don't! Don't! Before you become disabled, you can use your only strength!
Go back! Go back! Although death looks like a little girl in white, waiting for me in front with a lantern,
It's like a black lux, holding a hammer behind me, forcing me-since I'm worried about the cruelty of the coming prodigal family,
And the hatred between flesh and blood over the past year,
Now I can't breathe, because the burden of life on my shoulders,
When I saw my harvest again, it was as vague as a distant cloud;
When I face the future of black velvet and white desert, I don't know which way to go, but I wander in the battle of ignorance:
At that time, her and his appearance were faint, as if there were nothing-with such an unpredictable breath, it really taught me to yearn.
Go, go, fuck her, his arms. Well, she looked at me and waved, and he looked at me and nodded. ……
But, however, she and he are strangers, which makes me uneasy;
Their hands are floating in the air, too slender to grasp. How can I meet them?
The land of death is a foreign land, so I know what soil it is suitable for!
I am only familiar with the origin of life;
My hometown is in my memory, although it is a little vague, but its outline is still familiar to me,-alas! Hometown, don't you welcome me with open arms?
Melon and fruit are ripe and delicious; Places and friends are also familiar;
Little girl, black lux, I would rather go back to my hometown, I would rather go back to my hometown;
Go back! Go back! After coming back, I struggled to pull out the smoke and see my country! All the images have disappeared, and all the light has gathered;
Get rid of entanglement and restore an ordinary me!
From then on, I no longer looked up at the sky and looked down at the white water.
Just be careful of my double step;
I will step on the soil step by step, leaving deep footprints!
Although these marks are very fine and indelible,
Although this is a slow step.
I don't mean the endless journey, but now.
Ordinary and small, I only see clear steps,
There is a great happiness-those far away.
Not anymore, and I don't want to pay attention.
Don't delay, let's go! Let's go Let's go