? Ye Jiaying’s trip to the motherland
Ye Jiaying was born in Beijing in 1924. She graduated from Fu Jen Catholic University in 1945. In the middle of the last century, she taught at National Taiwan University, Furen University, and Taiwan University. Jiang University, moved to Vancouver, Canada in 1969, and was appointed as a tenured professor at the University of British Columbia. In 1991, he was awarded the title of "Academician of the Royal Society of Canada", becoming the only academician of Chinese Classics in the history of the society. He is currently a librarian of the Central Research Institute of Literature and History (the only foreign librarian) and director of the Institute of Chinese Classical Culture, School of Liberal Arts, Nankai University.
Ye Jiaying had a lot of misfortunes in her life. She was deeply moved by her feelings, but she rarely talked about them. She focused more on her family, country, education, and poetry. The country's war and displacement, as well as the sorrow and struggle during the Anti-Japanese War, have all left traces in Ye Jiaying's poems.
"The Qingming Festival is half a day cold, but the lights are on late at night and the supper is sentimental." Ye Jiaying expressed her aspirations for the country and the people in this special era with poems, "Although the world is so dark, full of wars and pain, There is a light in front of my eyes, and there is a light in my heart. I still don’t forget about the world, and I am still willing to do something for the world. "I have been in the world with a sea of ??sorrows, and I don’t need to hide in the name of Zen."
? A trip to the motherland
I have been away from home for thirty years, tens of thousands of miles away, and I feel homesick all the time. When my talent comes back, my eyes are filled with tears and my heart is ecstatic. The silver wings pierce the clouds and recognize the capital. Looking at the lights in the distance makes me feel nostalgic. The long street is a place I have visited many times. On this day, it happened again. The family members cried and laughed at first sight. They looked at each other and recalled how young they were. They boarded the carriage, hugged and invited me back home, pointing out the new look of the capital. The square outside Tiananmen Square was opened, and the museums were newly built with high Cuiwei heights. Green shade trees are planted all along the road, and there is no yellow dust anymore. When I went to my home in Xidan, the door and alley remained the same. The empty and sad years are passing by, and the lotus is floating in the river and sea for half a lifetime. I sit on my old bed at the entrance, and my flesh and blood are reunited by the light of the candle. Do not doubt that this scene is still like a dream, I will truly know that I will return to my hometown tonight. Late at night, I recall my past carefully, and look back with tears in my eyes. I still remember the time when my loving relatives abandoned me. I was seventeen years old, and my eldest brother was fifteen and nine years old. There was no news about my father in Chengdu. The wagtails lost their support and depended on each other closely. It was a difficult time and I fell into a strong enemy, but it was thanks to the kindness of my uncle and aunt that I was able to support the three of us. Once we were married and separated, our hometown was insulated from the dust; the earth was turned upside down and we sang generously, and we felt more connected when we saw our family again. Two brothers, a married woman, four teachers, many handsome nieces and nephews, I am so happy to see the beautiful children of my family, their radiance seems to be born in the courtyard. The eldest nephew is a model worker, and the second nephew is the first to increase production; A Quan's niece once went to the countryside, and each has a proud and smiling face. The youngest Xiaoxue is just seven years old, and she is now a red soldier when she enters school. The double braided hair stands in front of the lamp, and a red scarf catches the eyes. I am sad that my old father is gone,
I have not been able to return home to enjoy the happiness of my children and grandchildren.
I am even sadder that my uncle and aunt have not seen my return.
It is difficult for the dead to return to their emptiness. Tears fell. The old west window is still at the head of the bed. I remember the bright moonlight when I was a child. Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and my life experience is lost. My family asked me what was going on, and they made me feel sad when they talked about the hardships. I recall that just a few years after the marriage, my husband and son-in-law were suddenly imprisoned. In those days, the Taiwan Strait was in turmoil, and many injustices were repaid. I cried alone into the night, pitifully, with a little girl in my arms who was only three months old. I worked hard to support myself, and read all the emotions in the world. Although my husband of three years is still alive, it is difficult to calm down the lingering anger after the punishment. I follow the teachings and plan to fight, but my lips are burnt and my mouth is closed all day long. Who knows how to endure the tears and sorrow when I force myself to laugh? There is no vain name for me even if I fight hard. The years are frightening. It's the fifteenth autumn. It's hard to say that I'm worried about being detained. Occasionally, I'll be hired by someone from a foreign country, so I'll move overseas. I am happy that my horizons have expanded from now on, and I can browse the books and periodicals of the motherland. I am happy to see that China has made great achievements in opening up the country and opening up the world. There are newspapers and letters sent home, which makes the wanderer extremely happy. He has been dreaming of returning home for thirty years, and now his long-cherished wish can finally be fulfilled. Returning to my hometown, there are many relatives and friends, who visit with great enthusiasm and affection, and the delicacies compete with those far away, and they can accompany me when traveling together. Boats can be seen by the Taoran Pavilion, and the willow branches are soft on Kunming Lake.
The scenery of the park and the Beihai Forbidden City are all intact.
The works of workers and peasants in the art museum are quite charming.
The factory buildings in the suburbs are like combs, and the new scenery is unique everywhere. There are many green fields and millet, and the fertile fields of the commune are endless. The heights of the Great Wall are surrounded by floating clouds, and the mausoleum hall is full of gloom and chaos.
Thousands of years of imperial rule have been forgotten, and the people have been the masters since then. After several days of sightseeing, I forgot how tired I was, so I drove to Xiyang County, where I argued that the red flag was spreading all over the world. What I heard about it was nothing like seeing it now. When I first met Song Liying at the station, she was greeted with a smile in cloth clothes and a straw hat. Her face was full of wind and frost, and her heart was on fire. She was a typical example of working people. In the past, there were desolate villages and poor villages, with seven ditches and eight beams consisting of nothing but stones. Periods of drought and rain caused disasters, and famine and exile continued for generations. As soon as the liberation was over, Yonggui's heroes came out to win. Young and old worked together to win, and they realized that success or failure lies in people. After three winters of hard work in the wolf's nest, he chiseling stones and hoeing ice to expand the fields, struggling against all odds to achieve success, and the sound of singing is heard by the side of Hutou Mountain. Nowadays, the barren soil has turned into a fertile land, and the harvest is increasing year by year. Frequently heard that the cable car was running fast, and the ferry crossing was newly built to the top of the mountain. Fruits and vegetables are now being planted in the mountains, and peaches and plums are just ripe and red. There is a lot of laughter in the kindergarten, and everyone's face is like a flower. The revolution must separate its routes. We should not forget our former poverty because of our current wealth. We should only leave it in the ditch of education, leaving young people with memories of their hardships. My travels are in a hurry, and I cherish my sightseeing. Thousands of visitors will come here in vain, and their spirits will be cleansed. When I return to the capital, the summer heat never goes away. Wherever the cool breeze rises, I feel like autumn is high. I have to say goodbye to my family after gathering together, and the wanderer is sad that the journey is far away. The eldest brother was sick the most, and he couldn't bear to send him off to the plane before leaving. He told him to ask about the return date, and reassured him that the return date would be fixed. I hold hands many times to say goodbye to relatives and friends, and look back now that I have gone to the capital.
Looking out at the mountains and rivers from the window, I often see terraced fields in Lingfu. Arriving in Yan'an in a short flight, I looked up at Fenghuang Mountain from my old home. It was a difficult day planning the earthen kiln, but it was not easy to meet successfully. The mountains in Nanniwan are green. The soldiers used to clear the thorns and open up the beautiful river south of Shaanxi. They can see the rice fields without knowing the end. The white-headed hero Liu Baozhai hoeed the wilderness and talked about the past. There are no traces of people in the wild mountains, and the borders and paths are all opened by one's own hands. The jungle is the curtain and the ground is the bed, with a head and a gun.
I dig a cave by the side of the mountain, cut my own vines and weave my own baskets. I worked hard every day and still studied, using birch bark as paper and charcoal as pen. When winter was approaching and I had no clothes, I even sheared sheep and learned to weave. The autumn harvest has arrived. Potatoes, pumpkins and wild vegetables are fragrant. We can be self-sufficient in the current year, and we will have more food next year. The spirit of self-reliance is great, and the 359th journey is a statement of beauty. We have always been worried about adversity to rejuvenate the country, and we never forget to learn and follow the past. Pingchou spreads its greenery to Guanzhong, and the city of Xi'an has an ancient style. It was the land of Zhou, Qin, Han, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the rivers and mountains have not changed. Come to Banpo Pavilion for a look at the ruins. There is Bachan between the two rivers. Stone and pottery vessels have been left for six thousand years, recalling the ancient culture of our ancestors. The story of Lishan Mountain tells the story of the emperor. In the past, the hot springs belonged to the emperors. The prosperity and decline of Du Lao were close at hand. Finally, the frown stirred up the fishing sun. The palace is more beautiful than the Hua Qing Dynasty. The capital was built as a health resort. Recalling the changes in the industry, there are still records of dangerous pavilions in the mountains. . Don't stay in a hurry. We will go to Hangzhou via Shanghai, take a glimpse of Chunshen City in the early morning, and reminisce about old times by the Huangpu River. The front hall of the horse race has been converted into a hospital, and begging on the streets is no longer seen. The foreign concessions were taken back early, factories like forests were all self-built, and citizens did morning exercises everywhere, which shows that the consciousness of renewal is high, the extravagant habits of the day have been improved, and a century-old national humiliation has been eliminated. The trains on the Shanghai-Hangzhou line were traveling so fast that I couldn’t see enough of the scenery of Jiangnan. Lotus pickers were drawing pictures, and the cauliflowers were yellow and tender, and the mulberry trees were green. Xizi has always been good at good names. When I first saw the lake and mountains, I was overwhelmed. The servant girls on both sides of the bank were like dyed with ink, and the smoke and water made the sun shine. I happily take a small boat, sit in a mountain pavilion and enjoy the fragrant tea, the vultures fly to admire the green peaks, watch the fish in the flower harbor and fall in love with the red shadows. A quick one-day hike inspired me to seek out the tranquility and depth of the mountains. After a busy schedule, I headed to Hangzhou and Guilin. The mountains of Guilin rise from the ground, and the strange rocks are unrivaled in the world. The wandering spirit is wandering in the blue sky, circling suddenly into the bottom of Li Palace. A thousand years of dripping milk, hundreds of illusions, dragons and dragons dancing among the beautiful trees in the Yaotai. Human affairs are completely forgotten here, and the sun is startling and the shadows are gone when you come out of the cave. Hanging on a mat and heading towards Yangshuo in the Ming Dynasty, a hundred-mile boat trip is a real pleasure. The water of the Li River is soft blue, and the green mountains on both sides are cut with jasper. Weirons are set up on the fishing beach, bamboos are planted on the riverside with long green shadows, and persimmons and grapefruits hang in the mountains. This is a good place to live in this town. It’s hard to fully enjoy the sightseeing tour all day long, and I can’t bear to say that the setting sun has already dimmed in the west. I wrote a poem to cherish the promise of coming back again, and I hope that the alliance between Sri Lanka will be confirmed in the end. On the way home, I stayed in Wuyang City, visited the Martyrs’ Mausoleum at dawn, and even visited the farmers’ training center. I will never forget the sparks of Mars that started a prairie fire. The flowing flowers are blooming, the flowers are beautiful, and the Pearl River water is under the Haizhu Bridge. It's a pity that wanderers can't stay long, and they live up to the beauty of the famous city of Lingnan. The departing country is still followed by ninety thousand winds, and the guest body is still like a fluttering fluff. I am glad that after a long night of hardship, I finally see the red shadow of the rising sun in the east. In the twenty-fifth year since the birth of our motherland, we are like a child who has just reached his shoulders and has a bright head, and wishes him a steady future. The rotten Confucians made their own mistakes and are now ashamed of themselves. They gradually realize that the newcomers have different views. Now that they are traveling, they begin to gain knowledge and knowledge. From then on, they become ignorant and enlightened. I have been suffering from sorrows for a long time, and I am ashamed of my life. What is the use of words? Let me write a poem and write a long song to record this trip.