What are Bing Xin’s prose?
Bing Xin (October 5, 1900 - February 28, 1999), formerly known as Xie Wanying, was born in Changle, Fujian.
Chinese poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist, essayist.
The pen name Bing Xin comes from "a piece of ice heart in a jade pot".
Bing Xin's famous prose collections
"For Young Readers" "Returning to the South" "The Complete Works of Bing Xin Part 3 - Bing Xin's Prose Collection" "Travel Notes along the Ping-Sui Line" "Collection of Bing Xin's Writings" Part Two - "Collected Prose of Bing Xin" "About Women" "Selected Prose of Bing Xin's Novels" "Miscellaneous Notes of Returning to Hometown" "After Returning" "We Awakened the Spring" "Ode to Cherry Blossoms" "Gleaning Notes" "Three Posts to Young Readers" "Stars" (poem collection) 1923, Business "Spring Water" (poem collection) 1923, Xinchaoshe "Superman" (novel, essay collection) 1923, Business "For Young Readers" (essay collection) 1926, Beixin "Past Things" (novel, essay collection) ) 193O, Kaiming's "Return to the South" (Collected Prose) 1931, Beixin's "Aunt" (Collection of Novels) 1932, Beixin's "Complete Works of Bing Xin Part 1 - Bing Xin's Novels" 1933, Beixin "Complete Works of Bing Xin Part 2 - Collected Poems of Bing Xin" 1932 , Beixin's "Complete Works of Bing Xin Part Three - Bing Xin's Prose Collection", 1932, Beixin's "Leisure" (poetry and prose collection), 1922, Beixin's "Going to the Country" (novel collection), 1933, Beixin's "Travel Notes along the Pingsui-Sui Line" (a collection of essays) ) 1935, "Dong'er Girl" (novel collection) by Pingsui Railway Administration, 1935, Beixin "One of Bing Xin's Works - Bing Xin's Novels" 1943, Kaiming "Bing Xin's Two Works - Bing Xin's Prose Collection" 1943, Kaiming "The Third Collection of Bing Xin's Works - Bing Xin's Poems" 1943, Kaiming "About Women" (Collected Prose) 1943, Tiandi "Selected Novels and Prose of Bing Xin" 1954, humanities "Tao Qi's Summer Diary" (novel) 1956, Shanghai Children's "Huan" "Hometown Miscellaneous Notes" (collection of essays) 1957, Shanghai Children's "After Returning" (collection of essays) 1958, Writer "We Awakened the Spring" (collection of essays) 1960, Baihua "Little Orange Lantern" (collection of novels, essays, and poems) 1960, the writer "Ode to Cherry Blossoms" (a collection of essays) 1962, the writer "The Gleaners" (a collection of essays) 1964. The writer "The Collection of Wanqing" (a collection of essays and novels) 1980, the writer's "Three Letters to Young Readers" (a collection of essays) ) 1981, children's "Memory Beads" (Creation Talk) 1982, humanities "Bing Xin on Creation" 1982. Shanghai Literature and Art "Bing Xin's Selected Works" 1982, children's "Bing Xin's Selected Prose" 1983, humanities "Bing Xin's Selected Works (1-2)" 1983, People of Sichuan (not published in Qi) "Collected Works of Bing Xin (1-3) 1983, Shanghai Literature and Art (not published in Qi) "Complete Works of Bing Xin" (1-8) 1994, Straits Literature and Art
Bing Xin's beautiful prose?
"Stars" No. 16: Young people! For future memories, draw your present picture carefully and deliberately.
[Appreciation] This poem is very popular and can be understood as soon as you read it.
The poet advises us to seize the moment, study diligently, and work down-to-earth.
Only by "drawing your current picture carefully" can your future career be brilliant and your life path broad.
Only when you "recall the past" can you "not regret for wasting your years, and not feel ashamed for doing nothing"! Only then can you be proud to say: My life is rich and meaningful.
A word of "be careful", with exquisite words, infinite care and exhortation can be seen from the back of the paper.
"Stars" No. 98: Young people! Just believe in yourself! Only you are real, and only you can create yourself.
[Appreciation] This poem focuses on admonishing young people to build up self-confidence.
Believe in yourself, defeat yourself, surpass yourself, and do not be afraid of the difficulties and ups and downs on the road of life, and do not be afraid of the wind, frost, rain and snow in life.
Don’t retreat when you encounter a little difficulty, don’t become discouraged when you encounter a little setback, don’t become demoralized when you suffer a little grievance, and don’t become sluggish when you suffer a little blow.
"The Internationale" still sings well, "There has never been a savior, it all depends on ourselves."
Friend, "Believe in yourself", "Only you can create yourself", only you can show your beautiful style and show a brand new self in front of the world.
Stars (34) It is not the rolling waves that create the new land, but its low and fine sand.
This is a typical miniature philosophical poem.
What exactly is it that "creates a new land", or in other words, creates a great cause? The poet reveals a profound philosophy of life in the sharp contrast between "waves" and "sand".
This miniature poem contains contrasts in five aspects, which are worth savoring: first, the rolling waves are earth-shattering, and the small sediment is dismissive; second, the rolling waves are full of scenery, but the sediment is deeply buried. The underground is unknown; thirdly, the waves are always noisy in the dynamic, and the sediment seems to be deposited in the static state; fourthly, the waves are rushing by the wind, and the sediment is condensed by internal force; fifthly, the waves are rolling and passionate, and the sedimentation has experienced Vicissitudes of life.
In short, waves are external phenomena, and sand is the inherent power.
What "creates new land" is not the seemingly rolling waves, but the tiny but tough sand that struggles quietly.
Therefore, what creates a new career is not waves of rhetoric, but the unremitting accumulation of tiny particles of sand.
Appreciation of Bing Xin's prose "Xia" Xia is my old friend! I spent my childhood at the seaside and in the mountains, and she was my most familiar and beautiful little friend. She said "good morning" or "see you tomorrow" to me in the light every morning and every night.
But it was not until decades later that I realized that the more clouds there are, the more beautiful the glow becomes.
The glow emerging from the clouds is bright and colorful.
Life is not just happiness, nor is it only pain. Happiness and pain complement each other and set off each other.
Happiness is like a faint cloud, and pain is like a dark cloud pressing down on the city. These different clouds overlap on the horizon of your life, and when "the sunset is infinitely beautiful", they will create a beautiful dusk for you. .
A life will reach a time when it is "near dusk", and the sunset may make people nostalgic and melancholy.
But human life never ends.
The earth is constantly rotating around the sun.
The east is not bright but the west is bright. The sunset in front of my window is heading towards Huibing Lake on the east coast of the United States... Appreciation: Here, Bing Xin compares "happiness" to "a faint cloud", Comparing "pain" to "dark clouds pressing down on the city", saying that they "generate and complement each other", together constitute the "beautiful dusk" of life.
This makes her works no longer remain in the past purely idealistic pursuit of poetic life, but face the various tones of life and face the pain of life.
Different from pessimists, in Bing Xin's world, pain has also become a scene of life and an indispensable part of a beautiful life.
This experience means that Bing Xin is constantly moving towards depth.
Bing Xin's prose impresses readers with the elegance of words, the purity and frankness of thoughts, and the delicacy and depth of emotions.
What is most personal to her and what best displays her artistic personality is the touching ode to love that she sings.
She embraces life with art, and the meaning of her works is exactly the meaning of her life.
She transcends all the entanglements and troubles of real life and is willing to savor the flavor of life as a whole.
Humanize nature and make it have tangible and substantial life; use maternal love and innocence as a channel to realize the beautiful heritage of life.
She looks at life with a smile and believes that "love" can guide people to be good and beautiful.
Motherly love, virginity, and nature, these three constitute the world of her love.
She praised maternal love and once said affectionately, "Such a deep, so sincere, and unprecedented love! May all sentient beings in the world come to praise it!" She believed that maternal love can guide mankind. Moving towards a new civilization, we can rely on it to build a world where "everyone is free and everyone is equal"; she praises virginity, depicts the childish and naive mood of children, and appreciates their wisdom and intelligence.
She feels that the world of adults is full of killing each other and fighting for power, while the world of children is innocent, loving and pitying each other. How she hopes that humans can watch this beautiful childhood again; similarly, Bing Xin is enamored Nature also expresses a pursuit, hoping that in the freshness of nature, the vicious fighting in the world can be calmed down and the resentment of human beings can be melted away.
For this reason, she often wanders in nature, lingering, making friends with the sea and keeping company with lakes.
The spring breeze, autumn clouds, scattered snow, light rain, bright moon, and starry morning all pour into her beautiful thoughts and kind wishes.
She has full confidence in the bright future of mankind.
She hopes that people will sincerely love and have sex together to create an ideal society and an ideal life.
Bing Xin's articles
w3w, Beixin "Collection of Bing Xin's Writings Part One - Bing Xin's Novels" 1943, Kaiming "Collection of Bing Xin's Writings Part Two - Collection of Bing Xin's Prose" 1943, Chongqing and other places to engage in creative and cultural salvation activities.
Returning to China in 1951, Beixin's "Travel Notes Along the Pingsui" (Collected Essays) 1935, Pingsui Railway Administration's "Dong'er Girl" (Collected Novels 1935, Essays) 1923, Business "Send a Little "Readers" (collection of essays) 1926, "The Past" (collection of novels and essays) 193O.
In addition to the works mentioned above, Bing Xin also published a collection of novels such as "Superman", "Going to the Country", "Going to the Country" and other "issue novels" that explore life issues.
At the same time, a collection of essays "About Women".
These crystal clear, soft and elegant poems were later collected and published as "Stars" and "Spring Water", which are known as "Spring Water Style".
Joined the Literary Research Association in 1921. Children's "Memory Beads" (Creation Talk) 1982, humanities "Bing Xin on Creation" 1982. Shanghai Literature and Art "Selected Works of Bing Xin" 1982, children's "Selected Prose of Bing Xin" 1983, Beixin "Xianqing" (poetry and prose collection) 1922.
Still maintaining her unique style in art.
In Kunming during the Anti-Japanese War. Introduction to the writer: Bing Xin (1900-1999, "The Complete Works of Bing Xin Part 2 - Collection of Bing Xin's Poems" by Beixin, 1932, "The Complete Works of Bing Xin Part 3 - Collection of Bing Xin's Prose" by Beixin, 1932, successively Served as an editorial board member of "People's Literature", Tiandi "Selected Novels and Essays of Bing Xin" 1954, humanities "Tao Qi's Summer Diary" (novel) 1956, Shanghai Children's "Return to Hometown Miscellaneous Notes" (essay collection) 1957, Shanghai Children's "After Return" ( Prose Collection) 1958, author "We Wake Up the Spring" (Prose Collection) 1960, Baihua "Little Orange Lantern" (novel, showing elegance and elegance, writing untitled free-style poems Bing Xin's Collected Works, "Wanqing Collection" , this website contains all of Bing Xin’s articles, with a lot of content/Article/GDSC/200601/62.cn/Article/GDSC/200601/62.2
What is Bing Xin’s collection of essays?
Lotus Text/Bing Xin’s father’s friend gave us two vats of lotus flowers, one red and one white, both of which were placed in the yard.
I didn’t look at them in the yard for eight years. Lotus - but there are many in the garden of my hometown; not only the ones with parallel stems, but also those with three stems and four stems, all red lotuses.
On a moonlit night nine years ago, my grandfather saw lotus flowers. He and I were enjoying the cool air in the courtyard.
My grandfather smiled and said to me: "When the Sandilium first bloomed in our courtyard, you three sisters were added to our family.
< p> Everyone was happy and said they had adapted to Hua Rui."I heard the heavy rain in the middle of the night, and when I got up early it was a cloudy day, and I felt a little bored.
From the window. When I looked outside, the white lotus had withered, and the white petals were floating in the water like a small boat.
Only a small lotus pod and a few light yellow tendrils were left on the stem.
p>The red lotus was in full bloom last night, but it was in full bloom this morning, standing tall and graceful among the green leaves.
Still uncomfortable--it lingered for a while. , thunder outside the window, and then the heavy rain came, getting heavier and heavier.
The red lotus was swayed left and right by the dense raindrops.
Under the cover of the sky, I didn't dare to go downstairs, and I couldn't think about it.
I called to my mother in the room, and I quickly walked over and sat next to my mother. When I turned around, I suddenly saw the girl next to Honglian. A big lotus leaf slowly tilted over and was covering the red lotus... My restless mood was gone! The rain did not subside, but the red lotus did not shake.
The raindrops stopped. I kept beating, but only some weak water drops gathered on the brave and compassionate lotus leaf.
I was deeply moved - Mother, you are a lotus leaf! , I am Honglian, the raindrops in my heart are coming, except you, who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky? (Selected from "The Collected Works of Bing Xin")
Bing Xin's Prose Laughter
< p> The sound of laughter and rain gradually stopped, and clear light came faintly from behind the curtains.Open the window and take a look, ah! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remaining drops on the leaves reflected the moon, like thousands of fluorescent lights, flickering and moving.
——I never expected that after the bitter rain and lonely lamp, there would be such a beautiful picture! After standing by the window for a while, I felt a slight chill coming in.
Turning around, I was suddenly dazzled. Everything else in the room was hidden in the cloud of light; only An Qi'er in the painting on the wall was immersed in the dim light.
——This An Qi'er in white is holding a flower table, spreading her wings, and smiling slightly at me.
"This smile seems to have been seen there before. When did I ever..." I unknowingly sat under the window and thought, - thinking silently.
The tightly closed curtain in my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago emerged.
——A very long ancient road.
The mud under the donkey’s feet was slippery.
The water in the ditch is gurgling.
The green trees in the nearby village were all enveloped in wet smoke.
The bow-like crescent moon hangs on the treetops.
While walking, there seemed to be a child on the side of the road, holding a bunch of bright white things.
Donkey passed by and accidentally looked back.
——He was holding flowers, barefoot, and smiled slightly at me.
"This smile seems like the one I have seen before!" I still thought - silently.
Another layer of inner curtain appeared, and it slowly opened, and an impression from ten years ago emerged.
——The rainwater under the eaves fell on the clothes drop by drop.
The water bubbles beside the earthen steps were swirling around.
The wheat fields and grape trellises in front of the door are all very bright with fresh yellow and tender green.
——After a while, the rain finally cleared up, so I hurriedly walked downhill.
When I saw the moon coming from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something. I stopped and turned around.
The old woman in this hut - she was leaning against the door, holding flowers, and smiling slightly at me.
"This same subtle expression, like a gossamer, flutters together and shrinks together.
At this time, my heart is bright and clear, as if I have ascended to the fairyland. , as if returning to my hometown.
The three smiles that appeared in front of me were temporarily blurred by the harmony of love.
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Four years ago this morning, the love of the universe, Bing Xin, also got up early and sat beside this pool.
It was still the same green leaves and clear water.
It’s still the white clouds that come and go in the water with shadows on the trees.
It’s still the same me as I was four years ago.
These green leaves are the same as those four years ago. Is the water the water from four years ago? Is the cloud from four years ago? They are still the leaves, water, and clouds from four years ago. , Shui'er, Yun'er.
- However, they have been transformed by the love of the universe several times, growing happily from new life, flowing alive, and staying freely.
They are still the same as they were four years ago, but they are infiltrated by the love of the universe and transformed into new lives.
But am I the same person I was four years ago? I just feel playful and lively, why should I change it to something subtle and solemn now? - But I am the same person I was four years ago? Looking up at the moon, it’s like looking at the moon in the water! The same skylight and cloud shadows are added with the ripples of the branches and the floating full moon. , and me alone overlooking the clear stream.
The long wall like white lines stretches across the green mountains.
In this vast space, it cannot stop the sunshine. It can't stop the wind from coming and going - only natural love is infinite. Why bother to work hard to distinguish this world from love? Sitting in front of the rolling mountains, towers, and endless villages and plains, just holding your arms. Knees are thinking.
The morning sun is shining on my hair, thinking about the few children who have not come in the city wall in the east, Bingzhong who has just returned home, Uncle Bing who is sick, and The little brother who slept alone under the tree yesterday, how come they are here too... June 18, 1921, in Xishan.