The celebrations on June 1 day spread in all directions.
I wonder if this kind blessing has also infected God?
Do the children in Elysium like it?
I seem to hear a group of angels singing in the clouds.
Children who left in a hurry, how are you now?
Our world has changed since you left.
A series of heartbreaking cries were accompanied by blood and tears.
The national flag is half hung, the mountains and rivers are sad, the nine continents are sad, and the heart is desolate ...
Children, please don't be sad,
Don't confuse each other's hearts.
Let's forget the sadness in May,
Dry your tears and pursue the joy of June.
No matter where you are, there will be warm sunshine;
No matter where you pay attention, there will be an ocean of knowledge;
No matter where you are, you can realize your ideal;
No matter how the world shakes, don't lose your way.
You dance like a holy snowflake;
You bloom like a delicate flower for the second time;
You are like the rising sun shining forever;
You shine like a rare gem.
The will will be stronger after suffering,
A beautiful blueprint is waiting for you to create.
The excitement of rebirth after the phoenix nirvana,
Will rekindle the light of hope.
May you flow like a clean stream!
May you be as broad-minded as the vast ocean!
May you spread your wings and soar like an eagle!
May you be happy and healthy forever!
Flower of success
The flower of success,
People only admire her bright reality!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
2. Bing Xin writes children's poems. The second childhood of the stars!
This is a fact in the dream,
This is a real dream,
Memories are tearful smiles.
One of the five stars
Kid!
You can come to my garden.
Don't pick my flowers-
Look at the thorns of roses.
Stabbed your hand
The thirty-fifth star
Thousands of angels
Get up and sing praises to the children.
Kid!
In his little body
With a great soul
Four or three stars
The truth,
In the baby's silence,
Not in the debate of smart people.
Seven or four stars
Babies,
Is a great poet,
In incomplete terms,
Spit out the most complete poem.
The fourth of June in spring water
baby
In his trembling cry, there are infinite mysterious words from the original soul to tell the world.
One of the springs is 80%
Baby!
Who is so naive to praise like him?
When he whispers
Facing the sunset glow at the end of the day
A weak pen
Really abandoned.
Bing Xin's poems about children and flowers-flowers that never wither-children's June 1 celebrations in heaven spread in all directions. I wonder if this kind blessing has also infected God? Do the children in Elysium like it? I seem to hear a group of angels singing in the clouds.
Children who left in a hurry, how are you now? Our world has changed since you left. A series of heartbreaking cries were accompanied by blood and tears.
The national flag is half-hung, the mountains and rivers are sad, Jiuzhou is sad, and the hearts are sad ... Children, please don't be sad, and don't be confused with each other's hearts. Let's forget the sadness in May and dry our tears to pursue the happiness in June.
No matter where you are, there will be warm sunshine; No matter where you pay attention, there will be an ocean of knowledge; No matter where you are, you can realize your ideal; No matter how the world shakes, don't lose your way. You dance like a holy snowflake; You bloom like a delicate flower for the second time; You are like the rising sun shining forever; You shine like a rare gem.
After suffering, the will will be stronger, and a beautiful blueprint is waiting for you to create. The excitement of rebirth after the phoenix's nirvana will surely rekindle the light of hope.
May you flow like a clean stream! May you be as broad-minded as the vast ocean! May you spread your wings and soar like an eagle! May you be happy and healthy forever! Successful flower, successful flower, people only admire her bright reality! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice.
4. Bing Xin wrote children's poem Bing Xin's After the Rain.
The green treetops are shining with golden light,
The square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children are in the water,
Happy as a fairy.
Little brother stepped on the water hard,
How high is the splash?
He shouted: "Sister, be careful, slip!"
He just ran away!
He patted his muddy pants,
He said, "Shit, shit!"
And his happy red face,
But it exudes excitement and pride.
My little sister has two short pigtails,
Follow these muddy pants closely,
She bit her lip,
Grab the skirt,
Run gently and carefully,
I wish I could.
What a beautiful fall!
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5. Bing Xin's children's works include To A Little Reader, To A Little Reader Again, To A Little Reader Three Times, and Little Orange Lantern.
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6. Bing Xin's poem about childlike innocence-Bing Xin's poem-swearing.
Literature and art are like the goddess of hunting,
I am a brave lion.
When I crossed the mountains,
When looking for the future,
She-when an arrow hits her chest!
In her smug laughter,
I jumped off the cliff.
Rush suddenly
Her brilliance is in the soft net.
I am a gentle lamb.
Sweet spring water gurgles,
Grass is everywhere;
She bowed her head in pity,
I quietly, silently.
Bow down under her staff.
I am a loyal ship,
Give a leaf's career to
On her undulating waves.
Her smile
Directed my future,
Her anger
Show me the way home.
I am a diligent gardener.
Her soul is protected by me,
I must listen to her heart;
Late at night-early in the morning,
Care about her.
Ruthless wind and rain.
Never,
No one came after that;
That's all:
"The Lord is the beginning of slavery!"
7. Bing Xin's poems and paper boats about children-for mom.
backbone
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever
Keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please ask him to come back with her love and sorrow!
Appreciation of Paper Boat-To Mother
1923 In early summer, Bing Xin graduated from yenching university. In August 17 of the same year, she went to study in the United States by mail ship Yorkshire from Shanghai. Arrived in Kobe, Japan on August 19, and visited Yokohama on August 2 1. Judging from the writing time, this poem was written by the poet on a seagoing ship that continued to sail to the other side of the ocean on the sixth day after his visit to Yokohama.
The sparkling waves and surging tides revived the poet's childlike innocence of loving the sea; Green sea water and flying seagulls make the poet close to nature again. In the sea life about ten days after starting from Wusongkou, the three pillars of Bingxin's early philosophy of "love"-maternal love, childlike innocence and nature, only "childlike innocence" and "nature" can be revived and reappeared at this time, while "maternal love" can't be close because it is far away from her mother. Therefore, the poet especially misses his mother, and even gets sick because he misses his mother, and recovers because he sees his mother in his dream. This poem expresses the poet's deep affection for his mother.
The first verse of the poem begins with his childish behavior-folding paper into a boat, saying that he refused to abandon a piece of paper on a seagoing ship and kept folding it into a boat and throwing it into the sea. Seemingly dull quatrains pave the way for the outbreak of feelings. The second section describes the whereabouts of the paper boat thrown from the ship. "Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow." All these destinations are not in line with the poet's sincere wishes. She "always wants a place that can only flow where I want it to go." To this end, she "is still not discouraged and folds every day." This shows the intensity and sincerity of her desire. As for where the paper boat is expected to flow, the poet did not make it clear in this section, which caused suspense and thought-provoking. The poet naturally understood that the paper boat could not flow to his mother, so the third verse of the poem turned out new ideas. The poet dreamed of seeing a white boat in his mother's dream. If this kind of imagination is still general, "don't wonder that it dreams for no reason" shows the strangeness of the poet's imagination. So, why not let mom be surprised by the dream of the boat? Poets use the method of "dying to show their will". At the end of the poem, he pointed out that the imaginary paper boat that entered his mother's dream was folded by her with tears. She prayed that the paper boat would bring her love for her mother and the sadness caused by being away from her mother to her side. This ending is the climax of the whole poem.
Missing my mother's feelings is abstract and easy to be vague. This poem is novel in conception, and the poet uses the technique of expressing emotion by supporting things, so the expression of feelings is vivid, concrete, implicit and profound. In addition, the lines of this poem are very long, and the intonation is slow, which echoes the long-standing yearning for the mother.