birds in the early morning-flowers in Shangchao Li's dream, one, two and three
bloomed in the window, and the one that called me
to cross the rattan bridge
was beautifully dressed, with a clear singing voice
blooming in season and in front of the eaves
. In twos and threes
Climb the high branch lightly
Flip my skirt in the wind
Talk carefully about my complexion today
Their smooth and graceful steps
Drop fables in a clear place
I hear the beating sound of the Pei ring coming at me
Let people who are obsessed with integrity and integrity
. "Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty." This sentence is true. As long as you have a pair of eyes to discover beauty, beauty will be everywhere. The Birds in the Morning is a process in which the poet finds something very common in daily life, appreciates it and brings emotion. The poet put this appreciation process into the pen, bringing readers a second aesthetic enjoyment.
In the morning, the poet woke up from his dream, still with the aftertaste of the dream, heard the birds chirping, opened his eyes, and saw several birds in the sunshine near the window. The poet thought it was "a flower in a dream, one, two, three", especially vividly, those birds like flowers were still calling me in the twilight near the window. Looking on, there is a bird flying over the rattan bridge, which is even more attractive. It is "beautifully dressed and sings", as if a beautiful girl was standing in the twilight of the morning, "opening in season" through the morning glow, and her opening made "the crystal dew on the eaves fall down". This aesthetic psychological and logical connection conveyed the aesthetic feeling to the fullest.
The second verse of the poem goes deeper, from the appreciation of birds in the previous verse to the discussion of birds on' me', and they appreciate each other and reach a beautiful exchange. In the poet's eyes, these birds have changed further, like "a fragrant rain (a kind of tea)" and "in twos and threes" like a girl "climbing the branches lightly/flipping her skirt in the wind". Such a beautiful girl is not only showing herself, but also listening to the girl's playfulness and shyness from their language. They "carefully discuss my complexion today." It makes people hallucinate: the birds' singing and "flat and flat steps" make the poet "hear the beating sound of Pei Huan coming at me", and the poet is a person who is obsessed with "integrity" and "integrity". Such a scene would be "surprising and full of energy" for anyone, as a person who can appreciate and enjoy beauty, just as the poet said. With such a way and state of mind to treat beauty, life is not bad.
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Birds and its appreciation
Birds —— Shangchao Li
flies in front of the window and in the woods
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is your feather flapping me, or
am I flapping your wings?
Birds are at the window, I am at the window
Birds are in the forest, I am in the forest
Infinite space
Endless desire
Appreciation:
Shangchao Li's poems combine the artistic conception and elegant beauty of China's classical poems. Naturally, there are also many expressions of the beauty of western free-style poems, which can't be said to be a big deal. Moreover, in the poem "Birds", this kind of integration is particularly prominent.
The whole poem of "Birds" is spread around the image of "birds". "Flying in front of the window, flying in the Woods/flying in the willow smoke in the morning/birds, taking me under the clear Oracle//",the poet's eyes pay attention to the birds in the air, everywhere in the window, in the Woods and among the willows. It is this elf flying around the world that attracts the poet's attention. Here, the bird is not only a symbol of the poet's self-poetry, but also a symbol of life. The reason why the poet chose such an image and concentrated such a heavy image of life on lively and light birds is not only to make us feel the fragility of life under the unknown Oracle, but also to arouse our cherish of life and tell us the value of life.
In the following second section, the language of these four lines is clear and easy to understand, and similes, metaphors or other rhetorical devices are not used, but we can get extremely rich and complex aesthetic feelings in the poems. "Birds, is it your visit in flight, or/and my look back in flying? /Is your feather flapping me, or/am I flapping your wings? //"Birds are flying and I am flying; You are visiting, I am looking back; Your feathers flap me, and I flap your wings? As a whole, Birds uses a relatively complementary structural form. Each line constitutes an independent dynamic picture, but the pictures are interlaced, which is closely related to other pictures. It is both opposite and complementary, which inspires us to think: Is the bird touching the poet's inspiration or is it flying with the poet? As Jacobson, a structuralist linguist, said, "The skill of poetry can catapult the principle of equivalence from the axis of choice to the axis of combination". In this way, the reader's aroused attention has gained an intervening understanding between the transformation and aggregation of poetry at all levels. This also allows us to see the similarities between Birds and Bian Zhilin's Broken Chapters.
"Birds are in the window, I am in the window/Birds are in the forest, I am in the forest//". So the poet and the bird flew together. The bird is free, the poet is free, and the tension of life is relieved at this time. Without flowery words and false pretenses, the poet only used 14 simple words to outline the leisure and tranquility of life, which made people and birds reach a natural "harmony with heaven" without me. This can't help but admire the poet's extraordinary understanding and understanding of life and life.
"Infinite Space/Endless Desire//",at the end of the poem, the poet didn't dwell too much on skills, but used plain but implicit words to show the infinite vitality and endless pursuit of freedom so implicitly and incisively, which made us memorable in this sincere emotion, simple style and profound artistic conception.
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Lingniao in my hometown (prose)
Zhang Baoyan
Birds in my hometown are spiritual, know the world, and are simple.
every time I work in the city, I think of them, and I think they will think of me, too. Every time I walk on my way to work, or stroll in the fields in the suburbs, I see three or five birds jumping on the roadside or branches. I think it must be the birds in my hometown. I call them, but they don't pay attention to me. They are afraid that I will hurt them. They hide from a distance and look at me with hostile eyes, so I have to walk away. They may not be the birds in their hometown.
when I was bored, I finally went home. As soon as I got off the bus, several birds were chirping wildly at me on the big tree in Zhuangtou. Then my mother came out, and all the cats and yellow dogs at home came to meet me like a ceremony. I was ecstatic, and my deep depression disappeared instantly. The smile on my face expressed my excitement and gratitude. Mother said, look, it's still home. Well, birds and dogs, when they see you, they call, how close they are to you! Yes, when I came to the countryside, I felt like an old man, and my impetuous heart calmed down instantly. I heard the chirping of birds as warm as hearing my mother call me my birth name. I began to pay attention to the birds in my hometown.
When I was very young, I was very fond of birds. I followed my mother's back like a follower and asked for birds. At that time, I called them birds. My mother was busy with farm work. If she didn't catch any birds, I would make trouble. When I was in a hurry, my mother hit me. When my mother hit me, I cried hard. When I saw my mother looking at me, I cried louder. My partner came running at this moment, laughing at me, crying without tears, and the yellow dog came to lick it. I didn't know at that time that my mother had called them. When they laughed at me, I fought with them. When I fought with them, they said, don't fight with us, let's go dig out the bird's nest. As soon as I heard about digging out the bird, I suddenly laughed, so we went to dig out the bird. To dig out the bird, we have to find a bird's nest. One is to look under the eaves of a newly built new house where no one lives. Sparrows love to be lazy, and they like to find gaps under the eaves as nests.
we'll look for it from this village first, but this village doesn't have it, so we'll look for it in other villages, and we have to watch out for dogs. On one occasion, Sandan was bitten by a dog in Biezhuang. When Sandan came home, he blamed us for bringing it, and even gave Sandan a beating. At that time, he didn't blame us. Sandan saw a bird's nest on a big tree, and Sandan ran to the tree. It happened that a big flower dog was under the tree, and Sandan told him to go, but he didn't go. When Sandan was in a hurry, he hit it with mud. This hit can be used to I had bad luck, too. I found the target that time, a tall acacia tree, and they forced me to climb it, saying that I should climb two birds. If the eggs gave me three eggs, I climbed it. Before I got close to the bird's nest, I was stung by a hairy thorn. I twisted my teeth and continued to climb the twig. I saw the fish in the bird's nest, which was overjoyed. It took me a long time to wake up. After that, I never dared to dig birds in the tree again.
I haven't eaten much for several days, and I am always awakened by the screams of old birds in my dreams. My mother said that I was lost in my soul, and I broke willow branches and counted soybeans to wake me up. After several days of screaming, it didn't work, and I still had hysteria at midnight. At that time, I gradually understood the old bird's love for the bird and the mother's love for me.
I stopped catching birds in middle school, and I began to love them. I wrote many sentences about birds in my diary. One summer, my family was taking a nap after finishing their work. I sat on the straw mat in the main room and watched the swallows take food. Every time the old swallows took food, the little swallows in the nest would pull out their yellow mouths to meet them. I saw how the old swallows were different. They took food in the next shift. I wanted to be sure that one was the mother and the other was the father. All summer, I was peeping, an interesting story about a swallow family. On the day when the little swallow came out of the nest, the old swallow kept singing and hovering inside and outside the nest. I hid in the east room to peek, and the old swallow sang outside the nest. How do they carefully guide their children out of the nest? How much wisdom and courage it takes! I prayed for them secretly, for fear that the first few flew out smoothly. The last one, possibly weak, fell on the bed in the main room. I slipped out and dragged the little creature left behind on the clothesline at the door with a net bag. With the help of the old bird, it finally spread its beautiful wings, and the happiness of flying for the first time in my life, I think only me and their parents and the sky where beautiful wings were gliding at that time knew. Later, I thought they would have to wait until next year to get together with me, but it was not what I expected. The old swallows actually lay in their nests and let their children eat for fifteen days. What kind of gratitude is this? I bless them. I am happy. I am proud of my discovery. I began to really know them and remember them-my friend, those two old swallows are my ancestors, and the little swallows are us, how they raised us and taught us, and how we repay them and honor them. These simple swallows and these simple ancestors.
I sometimes wonder how I can get into the hearts of these birds, the birds in my hometown, how rich and full their hearts are, and hundreds of thousands of springs are stationed in their hearts. How much I love them? I am really ashamed of the incorrect way of love in my childhood. I just want to take care of them as their parents and give them a warm home. I don't know how ambitious they are, and end their lives with anger and hunger strike. Yes, birds in the new century have to learn to integrate into modern society. I don't know if the story grandma told me about them deepened my love for them. Grandma said, do you know what bird you didn't catch when you fell from the tree when you were a child? I said I didn't know. Grandma said that the bird was called a wolf. Although it was famous for its soil, these birds all had personalities and strong temper. They just came to our village and built a nest in a big tree. As soon as the children hatched, the old bird went to feed. It rained cats and dogs, thundered and thundered, and the bird was frightened in its nest. However, it cleared up again in a short while, and the bird wanted to lean out and sigh. Unexpectedly, it was raining cats and dogs. Seeing that he was going to be buried here, the bird's eyes were full of despair. It happened that a rooster came to feed. The rooster scratched the shit with its claws and scratched the bird out. The bird was saved and flew away after a few days of spreading its wings. In order to repay the cock for saving his life, the wolf son divides his troops into eight ways every summer and goes to various villages to repay his kindness and crow for his husband for 3 days. Grandma's story is really interesting. I really envy that rooster. If I save them, won't they repay me? Being my wife is still possible! Grandma said, aren't you also a chicken? Don't flatter yourself.
Times have changed, and the peaks and turns have turned around. I came to the village again. It was still the sound of birds singing and the flowers were red and green. I simply turned off my mobile phone, moved a wooden stool and sat in the small farmhouse to listen to the sounds of nature. I simply lay on the grass and watched the birds build their nests. Generally, I had to be patient and motionless, and I must not expose my target. The big bird was smarter. It circled over Zhuangzi first, looking for tall and dense Woods, and then slowly fell when it found it. If there is no movement, just relax and start nesting. I sometimes lie there after dinner, like a spy buried in the grass.
after more than ten years, I still can't understand this bird complex. I don't understand it. When I get old, I will write more poems about birds. Write about the simplicity and simplicity of the country people. Mr. Feng Jicai's famous lyric prose < Pearl Bird >; It is written in the book: trust often creates a beautiful realm. I like this article from the bottom of my heart. I couldn't have written such a wonderful poem without close contact with this spiritual bird. What kind of heart and soul it needs. Birds have the language of birds, but we just don't really listen attentively. I really look forward to the day when animals and plants will be in harmony with human beings. In the countryside, the whole soil, flowers, fields, sunshine and cooking smoke