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!
Me and my country
I can't be separated from my motherland for a moment.
Everywhere I go, there are hymns.
I sing every mountain, I sing every river.
My dear motherland, I will always be attached to your heart,
You tell me with your mother's pulse.
My motherland and I are like the sea and waves.
The waves are the pure sea of the sea, and the waves are the support.
Whenever the sea smiles, I am the whirlpool of laughter.
I share the sadness and joy of the sea.
My dear motherland, you are the sea that will never dry up.
Give it to me forever, blue waves and light waves, the song in my heart.
Smoke billowed in the kitchen and there was a road in a small village.
My dear motherland, I will always be attached to your heart,
You tell me with your mother's pulse.
My dear motherland, you are the sea that will never dry up.
Give it to me forever, blue waves and light waves, the song in my heart.
Das Lied in Mir
Wen Yiduo
stagnant water
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Filled with pearly foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
The first section of this poem summarizes that the "death" of stagnant water is hopeless and disappointing; The second section describes the dirtiness and filth of stagnant water statically; The third section dynamically describes the decay and deterioration of stagnant water; In the fourth quarter, the anger in the heart is written by dynamic comparison, and the feelings slowly accumulate and reach a climax. "It is better to let ugliness cultivate and see what world it has created", because there is no hope for poets to see through China. Only by rotting an old world can we create a new world and find "beauty". The poet interweaves his love for the motherland with his hatred for the reactionary rulers, which truly reflects his noble patriotic feelings. His voice is like a cry in the dark, "Dark world, please leave early and give me a beautiful China".
About a minute.
Red candle
Wen Yiduo
Red candle!
Such a red candle!
Poet!
Spit out your inner comparison, but what about the general color?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-for your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And let it out?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict!
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "light" your light-
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
The blood of the boiling world-
Save their souls,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning.
Now it's burning,
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!
Red candle!
Flow! How can it not flow?
Please put your cream,
Constantly flowing to the world,
Cultivate comfortable flowers,
Form a happy fruit!
Red candle!
You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.
I shed tears for your fruits and create a bright career for you.
Red candle!
"Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming."
Wen Yiduo (1899- 1942), a modern poet and scholar, is a famous democracy fighter. A native of Bahe Town, Xishui, Hubei Province. 1923 After the publication of the first new poetry collection "Red Candle" in September, Wen Yiduo began to devote himself to the creation of new poems, demanding that new poems have "the beauty of music (syllables), the beauty of painting (words) and the beauty of architecture (symmetrical sections and uniform sentences)". 1928 1 month, the second book of poetry, Dead Water, was published. Wen Yiduo's poems have strong national consciousness and temperament, and the spirit of patriotism runs through all his poems and becomes the keynote of his poetry creation.
The poem "Red Candle" is a poem with the same name as the collection of poems, and it is the preface of the collection of poems "Red Candle". In this poem, the red candle is a poet, and the poet is a red candle. "Red candle! Mo Wen harvests, but requires cultivation. "It is not only the refinement of the red candle spirit, but also the poet's encouragement to himself: sacrifice and selfless dedication. Every paragraph of the poem begins with the call of "red candle", forming a rich lyrical atmosphere, followed by self-questioning, since the enlightenment, self-answering and self-encouragement, which shows persistent pursuit step by step and has strong appeal.
The whole poem is poetic and expressive in the form of question and answer, which highlights the poet's patriotism of dedicating himself to the motherland and daring to sacrifice himself.