I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Dai Wangshu's "I Use Broken Palm"
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the bank is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!
This is a poem written by the poet 1942 in the dark and humid dungeon of the Japanese invaders, which expresses the poet's sincere concern and love for the disaster motherland and his yearning for the liberated areas under the leadership of the Japanese Communist Party. In the first half of the poem, "I" caressed the vast land of the motherland ravaged by the enemy's iron hoof with "broken palm": "This corner has been reduced to ashes,/there is only blood and mud in that corner". Then, the poet's invisible palm touched a blue lake in his hometown. The present "cool" lake is in sharp contrast with the beautiful spring scenery in the past, which shows the poet's great anxiety and anger at the enemy trampling on his home. In order to make the theme of poetry not superficial and narrow, the poet imagines the world from near to far, from north to south, from the snow peaks in Changbai Mountain and the sediment in the Yellow River to the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, litchi in the south of the Yangtze River and the seawater in the South China Sea. The poet chooses the most typical scenery in each area to decorate it. They are not only symbols of people's sufferings and misfortunes, but also witnesses of the aggressors' sins. The sentence "Fingers stained with blood and ashes,/palms stained with black" is not only a summary of the first half sentence, but also an echo of the first three or four sentences.
The second half of the poem is still unfolding in the imaginary world, depicting a longing picture that is in great contrast with the previous disaster scene: although it is a "corner of a distant land", the mountains and rivers are intact, without darkness and blood. It is full of warmth, light and vitality. "There is the sun, it is spring." Compared with the sad tone of the first half, this part beats the poet's uncontrollable happiness and excitement; Compared with the first half, the second half is quiet and soothing, which makes the whole poem perfectly unified in emotional sadness and joy, and the lyric style appears varied. In that era when roaring replaced artistic meditation, this poem is like a beautiful flower that never fades: the image is highly concise but not obscure, the emotion is delicate but not hazy, and the profound realistic content is perfectly blended with modern lyric methods.
Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull into your shoulder;
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope,
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years;
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
This poem draws lessons from the circumferential sentence "I am Goya, ... I am ..." Goya is the work of the former Soviet poet Woznetsky, but it has a creative development. Circumferential sentences often appear in works that express strong feelings, and are best used to render sad and painful feelings. Shu Ting wrote about the relationship between "I" and the motherland. With this sentence pattern, the depth of pain and love increases. The first section is a reflection on the history of the motherland, and five groups of images are carefully selected to symbolize the backwardness, poverty and disaster of the motherland for thousands of years: the first four lines are steady and long, colorful, giving people a feeling of deep thought; The fifth and sixth lines are short and have no description; The last three lines are long, short and tight, showing emotional ups and downs, and the main body appears. The second section connects the preceding with the following, revealing that the flower of hope hidden in the soul of the Chinese nation has never withered. Although the disaster is heavy and the ideal lasts forever, it has not been realized so far. In this section, short sentences are followed by long sentences, and then the subject appears again. It seems that the meaning is still unfinished, and a deep regret is sprinkled on the pen. In the third section, I poured out my hopes and passions and used five groups of images to describe the face of the motherland in the historical turning point. Each image has its own unique meaning, and five groups are used together to form a metaphor, which strengthens the excited and enthusiastic mood and expresses the poet's happy mood. Before the fourth festival, the two lines used "one billion" and "9.6 million square meters" to form a contrast between small and big, indicating that "I" is a member of the motherland, but my chest contains the whole motherland. Then, raising "I" with breasts, from my flesh and blood, becomes a contrast, highlighting the blood-milk relationship between "I" and the motherland; Even confusion, deep thinking and boiling are the opposites of richness, glory and freedom, so that we can see the endless joys and sorrows. If the first three sections are about the relationship between "I" and the motherland, then the fourth section is about the relationship between the motherland and "I" in turn. Syntactic ambiguity is the expression of extreme emotions, which ends with a double call to the subject and reaches its climax.
There is not a word in the whole poem, which is described by images and runs through with emotions. The selected image is concise, vivid, unique and appropriate, and every word is closely related to the described scene. Lyricism is not an unobstructed view, but pays great attention to its ups and downs, from sadness, low to joy, high, from excitement to deep, intertwined with a variety of complex and dignified feelings such as sadness, anxiety, fierceness, disappointment and hope, sigh and pursuit, which embodies the poet's unique euphemistic and deep, soft and meaningful lyric personality.
Responder: Feather and Wings-Grade16 2008-9-17 21:53
★ A poem praising the motherland ★:
A breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,
... and blow everything away,
Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth!
★ Poem 2 praising the motherland ★:
Motherland, my dear motherland.
I/am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus;
I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter;
I am a new/snow-white starting line;
Yes/crimson dawn
Be/spray;
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You/with scarred breasts
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
Then/from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear/motherland!
★ Poems praising the motherland 3 ★:
my motherland
Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
China is brilliant everywhere.
Brilliant journey
Like a golden lamp
The lights lit up the sailing sails.
my motherland
You use your intelligent soul
Lead the public.
Open up a broad road.
Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.
Describe the magnificence of the East.
my motherland
A motherland as beautiful as a flower
From your soul
From your blueprint
Reading the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
my motherland
From the border to the coast
Have your charming beauty.
I have a simple feeling.
Send all your feelings to a distant place.
May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.
my motherland
Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall
Cast ancient rivers and mountains.
Reform, opening up and development
Light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland.
my motherland
Dawn sun
Hold a firm belief
Surge of fighting spirit
Become eternal persistence
Create a better tomorrow
Great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
Like a Mercedes-Benz train.
Facing the dawn of the century
Keep burning faith
Run towards a more brilliant future
★ Poetry praising the motherland 4 ★:
Ode to the Motherland
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Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of passion
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village prove your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children firmly believe this.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.
★ Poems praising the motherland 5 ★:
Motherland! This poetic name
It permeates your every season.
That's a white dove under the blue sky.
Wake up on the first morning in October.
Ah! Motherland, I have loved you for too long. ...
October! my motherland
Please give me a flashlight.
I follow in your footsteps.
Let every dream flow with sweetness.
Let all sounds be covered with golden notes.
The day I approached you-
Please fill the sky with rosy clouds for me.
I want to inject eternal vitality into your growing troubles.
The first October is always full of echoes, like tears falling from flowers.
* * * The voice of America walks through your heart.
Extend to the most passionate melody
In my heart, you are more than just a green island to rest on.
You are my red cloud, rising with the beat.
Whether it's mountains, valleys, fields, trails or the sea.
Numerous failures and successes have enriched October.
Ah! homeland ...
Who is wearing the crown of October?
The first morning in October is in front of Tiananmen Square.
I feel the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus and the sound of bumper harvest drums.
I recall the historical sound carved on white marble.
My mind has changed.
Flying clouds
vast territory of the motherland
How can I not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? !
The rising October has been contested in Qian Fan.
And my singing, my motherland.
Become a flock of flying white doves
Full of vibration
shake ...