Ms. Bing Xin is an essayist and novel writer. She has written many famous works. I wonder which ones you know? The following is Bing Xin's modern poetry collection _ Bing Xin's prose poems and songs, which I compiled for you. I hope everyone can help you!
Names of Bing Xin's modern poems (1)
1. Stars (poetry anthology) 199, business.
2. Spring Water (poetry anthology) 2, trendy.
3. Superman (novel and prose anthology) 192. Beixin.
5. The Past (collection of novels and essays) 1931, enlightened.
6. Nangui (collection of essays) 1945, Beixin.
7. Auntie (collection of novels) 1987, Beixin.
8. Beixin. Stars in Spring
1. The Complete Works of Bing Xin-A Collection of Bing Xin's Prose (1932), Beixin.
11. Leisure (a collection of poems and essays) 1922, Beixin.
12. Going to the Country (a collection of novels) 1933, Beixin. Beixin.
15. One of Bing Xin's Works-A Collection of Bing Xin's Novels 1943, enlightened.
16. The Second Collection of Bing Xin's Works-A Collection of Bing Xin's Proses 1943, enlightened.
17. The Third Collection of Bing Xin's Works-A Collection of Bing Xin's Poems 1943, enlightened. Humanities.
2. tao qi's Summer Diary (Novel) 1956, Shanghai Children.
21. Miscellanies of Returning to the Native (Prose Collection) 1957, Shanghai Children.
22. After Returning (Prose Collection) 1958, writer.
23. * * * wrote 21 articles and published them in People's Daily and Childhood.
24. "We woke up spring" (prose collection) 196, Baihua.
25. "Little orange lamp" (novel, prose, poetry collection) 196, by the writer.
27.21 Writer.
28. Yat Sen Collection (a collection of essays and novels) 198, Baihua.
29. Three Letters to Small Readers (a collection of communications) 1981, children.
3. Notes on Beads (a talk on creation) 1982, humanities.
Children.
33. Selected Essays of Bing Xin 1983, Humanities.
34. Selected Essays of Bing Xin (1-2) 1983, Sichuan People (incomplete).
35. Collected Works of Bing Xin (1-3)1983, Shanghai Literature and Art (incomplete).
38 My Secret 1957
The name of Bing Xin's prose works (II)
In terms of prose, he has created four series of articles in succession, namely, Writing as soon as I think of it, My autobiography, About Men and Fu Jian Miscellanies, 2.
Miscellaneous Notes in the Mountains was created by illness and cultivation in the mountains while studying in the United States.
The Indian philosopher Tagore said that Stars and Spring Water were written under the influence of Tagore's Birds.
/Translation Bibliography/
Prophet (poetry anthology) by Syrian Carol Ji Bolun, 1931, New Moon
Indian Fairy Tales by Annard, India, 1955, Chitangari (poetry anthology) by Indian Tagore, 1955, and Humanities
. Shanghai children
Tagore's Selected Works of Poetry and Shi Zhen co-translated, 1958, humanities
Tagore's Plays (4)1959, drama
mahindra's Poems Copied (Nepali) and Sun Yong co-translated, 1965, writer
The Lamp Burner (Poetry).
Modern Poetry by Bing Xin
1. Osmanthus fragrans
When I open the window, my eyes are full of small osmanthus fragrans
like stars
autumn, the window is full of fragrance
the fragrance of flowers spreads all over my body
It is so light, soft and waves
September's sorrow. Muscle is like sheep fat
willow waist and lotus steps-stepping into the red dust
The whole ground is empty
Fragrant fragrance bursts
People in the wind
The distant osmanthus
Is it lighter and softer than this? More waves
2. There are days like this on weekends that you will never forget
Your footsteps drifting away
are clearly the whispers of red leaves and autumn wind
I'm wearing a dress on my pillow and heading for the distance
Tell the clouds, tell the sunshine
How butterflies fly to the flowers
How swallows are madly in love with green poplars
How autumn insects chirp. It seems to be forgotten again
Please stop your tired footsteps
Let me pick up the red leaves in the wind
Play a song as gloomy as fireworks
Talk to each other like fireworks
Please wait for me to go with you and fly with me
3. That night
The flute sounded
The night gradually fainted in the cup
The purple maple never again. Blowing a tree's mind
When you shake your head and shake your head
autumn insects chirp from the window
earnestly, and mew
reveals sorrow
If it is a half-crocheted gauze with a bead curtain
My whole body is like a romantic flower and bird
Laughing at dust
You. That night, I heard the sadness of nine knots of bamboo
4. The bamboo heart
It's good tonight
Plum blossoms are leisurely and silent
At thirteen o'clock, I suddenly heard the sound of flutes
A bamboo forest jumped into my sight
Modesty
Whose noble and modest
hid in a secluded place for a while
At this time, You must be on the other side
5, Night is still young
You stand opposite me
Holding a black-and-white mask
Gently kissing the lips of the night
Your eyes can't see my deep feelings
I heard that the light of the day falls on the face of a sleeper
Her dreams will become more lively
You are like a ghost in the middle of the night
Moving like a rabbit
Quiet as a virgin
. > Walking in the hurried light
The world suddenly becomes magical
I'm standing in the corner
eagerly doodling the black-and-white world
6. I love you
Cloud, I love you
-the secret on the way
How can I enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival without music
Clouds and clouds, and why is it Dong Fangbubai
. Moonlight
will raise a glass to me
My city is standing in the autumn wind
flashing coldly
Just like a person who goes deep into a dream
forgets the original road and returns
can't remember where he has been
Duke Zhou, Mid-Autumn Festival, misfits
I turn my dream into two or three stars
and bright moonlight
Let the dark doors open one by one < Fire in Sleep
Fire in Sleep
Draw life as a garden
Draw flowers as bees and butterflies
Draw wings as clouds
I paint my dress as a baby with delicate skin
Just like leaving my mother's breasts
Smile with baby teeth
Get close to the core of everything
Why are our teeth like wolves
. Become an interesting spiritual world
with a cloudy mood
with a dusty coat
8, Naked
When you take off your robe
Naked like a dream
Close to me like a full-grained red pomegranate
Half moon
Half flame
I dragged the red pomegranate into a dream
The pomegranate tree whirled
The magpie was noisy
The pomegranate fell on Silla. The dream quietly leaves
melts in the boundless night
When it is quiet
When it smells
There is a song in the void
That sweet song tells me
This is a young god
9. Tonight, I will be drunk with you.
Moon cakes come from the other shore.
Wine falls from the sky into the cup.
The moon leaves three shadows.
Drinking alone tonight.
There is a splash in the cup.
Unexpectedly,
Lotus smiled
1. Fragrant as ever
green and gentle
quiet and noisy
simple and gorgeous
hazy and fresh
free and restrained
floating and immersed
chattering and wordless
firm and wavering
an oiled paper umbrella
supporting the spring in the south of the Yangtze River
.
Turn the dew
that has been brewing for decades into a poem that doesn't work
I believe
One day you will understand
Bing Xin's poem about gratitude
Father
When he is hazy
Father
is a big mountain
Sitting on his shoulder
You can always see far away. Far away
when I was sensible
my father
was a stubborn bent pine
only then did I find that
my weight was so heavy. So heavy
and now
Father
You are a deep poem
Son reads silently
Tears flow gently
Father
A blue sky
A mysterious green mountain
A quiet and deep vast land
People and nature
.
The grain dancing with the wind is a jumping note
The mountain road with nine twists and turns is the string of heaven and earth
It is the light steps of fathers that pluck it
It is the swan song of life that pops up
Sweat flows in the canal dug by the years
Exploiting waves
The protruding blue veins are the Great Wall built by strength
The spirit of moving mountains by foolish men extends from here. P > the running water in front of the house took away all the tiredness
I felt the peace in the snoring
I also felt the light of white hair in the mirror
My father's years
were carved on his forehead
I deeply outlined the wisdom and life
The meaning of falling flowers has gone
My father's elegant demeanor is no longer
gone. Trace
years
Why are you in such a hurry
I remember that evening
My father took my little hand to see the sunset
The sky was stained with red clouds
It seemed that my father was expecting a dream of mine
I was guiltily afraid to look straight into my father's expectant eyes
The vast clouds
It seemed that my father loved me deeply
I. > always say to me: I am a big tree, you are a small tree
Now the small tree that has grown up wants to say to his father:
You will always be my big tree
Bing Xin's Paper Boat
I never want to throw away a piece of paper,
I always keep it-keep it,
Fold it one by one.
Some of them were blown into the window of the boat by the wind, and
Some of them were wet by the sea waves and stuck on the boat's head.
I'm still unwilling to fold every day.
I always hope that one can flow to the place where I want to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
don't be surprised that he didn't dream.
This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Thousands of rivers and mountains,
Please ask him to carry her love and sorrow back.
Grateful Mother
Poem for Mother
Author: Bing Xin
Mother, I have wanted to write a poem for you for a long time
but I have written it many times
but I still haven't written it well
Mother, This poem written for you
I don't know how to begin
I don't know how to end
I don't know what to write
It's like slapping you severely when I was a child
I don't know whether to bravely accept
or choose to escape from
my mother. I think of you again tonight
I decided to write a poem for you
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