My memory is loyal to me,
More loyal than my best friend.
It lives on burning cigarettes,
It lives on a pen painted with lilies,
It lives in an old box,
It feeds on fallen raspberries,
It lives in a half-drunk bottle,
On the torn poems in the past, on the dried flowers,
On the dim lamp, on the calm water,
Of all things with and without souls,
It is everywhere, just like me in this world.
It's timid, it's afraid of people's noise,
But when I am lonely, it comes to visit me.
Its voice is very low,
But its words are long, long,
Very long, very trivial, never willing to rest;
Its words are very old-fashioned, always telling the same story.
It has a harmonious tone and always sings the same tune.
Sometimes it imitates the voice of a girl who loves focus.
Its voice is weak,
With tears and a deep sigh.
Its visit is still uncertain,
At any time, at any place,
Often when I have gone to bed, I feel sleepy;
Or choose an early morning,
People will say it's impolite,
But we are old friends.
This is trivial and will never stop.
Unless I cry sadly,
Or fell asleep,
But I will never hate it,
Because it is loyal to me.
Creative background: My memory was written after the failure of the Great Revolution in 1927. Young intellectuals at that time fell into a state of depression, hesitation and escape because they could not find hope and way out in the dark times. Their inner confusion was the main feature of the inner spirit of modernist poetry at that time.
This poem is a memory of the poet chewing on his past life, and it was written in his mood. This memory is loyal and cordial, a bosom friend who comforts life, and a mixed feeling of sadness and joy.
In order to write this state of mind, the poet personifies his memory and expresses this abstract emotion with various concrete and vivid images, so that readers can directly feel the emotion and spirit conveyed by the poet, which is very rich in the beauty of freestyle poetry and prose.
2, "Autumn Night Thoughts"
Who moves the knife ruler?
The heart also needs autumn clothes.
Listen to Jiao Ren's call,
Listen to Konoha's breath!
The wind blows from all directions,
Eavesdropping on the broken voice inside.
The poet said: the heart is a piano.
Who has heard of ancient Chun Xue?
Comfort for the dead who know the truth,
Someone hung it on the treetop,
For the sake of nature-
But the floating sound I've heard before.
And broken paulownia, Wu Si,
It will only make people think of the New Year from the string column.
Creation background:1In the spring of 935, Dai Wangshu, who studied in France, returned from Paris. He lost his old love and first love-Shi Jiangnian, the sister of his friend Shi Zhecun. In the grief of lovelorn love, he looked for new warmth, and soon fell in love with Mu Liying's sister Mu Lijuan and became a partner.
In this poem, Dai Wangshu, with the sensitivity of a poet, feels the coldness from the surface of autumn night to the inner cold. The heart is a harp, and "Broken Wu Si extremely" is a broken heart. Although the heart has been hurt, but not dead, there is still hope, "thinking about the New Year from the string".
This poem is the representative work of Dai Wangshu's transformation from symbolism poetry to realism poetry in the middle period. Dai Wangshu's poem Autumn Night Thoughts was written on July 6, 1935/kloc-0, and later included in the collection of poems "The Years of Disaster" published by Shanghai Xingqun Publishing House in February, 1948 (this collection of poems was the last one published by Dai Wangshu before his death).
3. Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Creation background: This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the whole country was in a state of white terror Because Dai Wangshu participated in progressive activities, he had to stay at a friend's house in Songjiang, chewing the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution in loneliness, and his heart was full of lost emotions and hazy hopes.
The poem "Rain Lane" is an expression of his state of mind, which is intertwined with the dual emotional appeal of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This feeling was common at that time.
Extended data Dai Wangshu (1905165438+10/5-1February 28th, 950), male, named Cheng,No. Chao 'an, from Hangzhou, Zhejiang. Later, he used pen names Meng Ou, Meng Ou Sheng, Fang Xin and Jiang Si. China modernist symbolist poet and translator. He has published three novels, Debt, Merchant Boy and Motherly Love, in the journal Yuanyang Butterfly School.
He once joined Du Heng, Zhang Tianyi and Shi Zhecun to form the "Lanshe" literary group and founded You Lan magazine. 1950 Dai Wangshu died in Beijing at the age of 45.
His pen name comes from Qu Yuan's Li Sao: "Wang Shu was the pioneer before, and Fei Lian was the subordinate later." Qu Yuan wandered in the sky, searched underground and sat in a car pulled by a dragon horse, with Wang Shu, the moon god, leading the way, followed by Fei Lian, the wind god. Wang Shu is the god who drives away the moon in myths and legends. She is beautiful, gentle, pure and elegant. I studied in France and was influenced by French symbolist poets.
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