Birds in the morning-Shangchao Li
Flowers in my dream, one, two, three.
Open the window and call me.
The one across the rattan bridge
Gorgeous clothes and clear singing.
Open in time, in front of the eaves
The crystal dew fell in clusters.
Before these fragrant rains, in twos and threes.
Climb up the tall branch gently
Flip a skirt in the wind
Discuss my skin color carefully today.
Their flat steps.
Put the fable in a clean place.
I heard Pei Huan calling me.
Let people who are obsessed with integrity and character live together.
Surprise is inexplicable and full of energy.
And deeply realized
This is the time to fold your mind.
Appreciate:
Beauty is undeniable, everyone yearns for it and needs to find it in life. "Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty." This sentence is correct. As long as you have a pair of eyes to find beauty, beauty will be everywhere. The early bird is a process in which the poet finds something common in his daily life, appreciates it and brings emotion. The poet wrote this appreciation process into his 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, opened his eyes and saw some birds basking in the sun by the window. The poet thought it was "a flower in a dream, one, two, three". What is particularly vivid is that those birds like flowers are still calling me in the twilight by the window. Looking from above, there is a bird flying over the rattan bridge, which is even more attractive. It is "blooming flowers and singing loudly", just like a beautiful girl standing in the twilight of the morning, through the sunrise "opening in season", her opening makes "the crystal dew fall from the eaves" This connection between aesthetic psychology and logic conveys aesthetic feeling to the fullest.
The second section of the poem goes deeper, from the appreciation of birds in the last section to the discussion of birds on me, the two appreciate each other and reach a beautiful exchange. In the poet's eyes, these birds have undergone further changes, such as "a fragrant rain (a kind of tea)" and "in twos and threes" like a girl "climbing the branches lightly/flipping her skirts 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 "discussed my skin color carefully today." It makes people hallucinate: the singing of birds and "flat and faint footsteps" make the poet "hear the knocking sound of Pei Huan coming to me", and the poet is a person who is obsessed with "integrity" and "integrity". Such a scene will be "surprising and full of vitality" for anyone who can appreciate and enjoy beauty, just as the poet said. Life is not bad to treat beauty in this way and mentality.
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Birds and their appreciation
Birds-Shangchao Li
Fly in front of the window, fly in the Woods
Flying in willow smoke all morning.
Birds, bring me under the clear Oracle.
Bird, is this your in-flight visit, or
Looking back on my flight?
Is your feather slapping me, or
Am I flapping your wings?
The bird is at the window, and I am at the window.
The birds are in the forest and I am in the forest.
infinite space
Shiki no aiyoku
Appreciate:
Shangchao Li's poems combine the artistic conception and elegant beauty of China's classical poems. Naturally, there are many manifestations of the beauty of western free poetry, 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 "Birds" revolves around the image of "birds". "Fly in front of the window, fly in the forest/fly in the willow smoke in the morning/bird, take me down to Oracle Bone Inscriptions//"The poet's eyes pay attention to the birds in the air, everywhere in the window and among the willows in the forest. It is this spirit that flies 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 life image 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 second section below, 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 complicated aesthetic feeling in the poem. "Birds, is it your visit in the flight, or/and my look back in the flight? /Is your feather flapping me, or/am I flapping your wings? //"The bird is flying and I am flying; You are visiting, I am looking back; Your feathers beat me and I beat your wings? As a whole, birds use a relatively complementary structural form. Each line constitutes an independent dynamic picture, but the pictures are staggered and closely related to other pictures. It is both opposite and complementary, which inspires us to think: does the bird touch the poet's inspiration, or does the bird fly with the poet? As Jacobson, a structural 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 shows us the similarities between Birds and Bian's Broken Chapters.
The bird is at the window, I am at the window/the bird is in the forest, I am in the forest//. So the poet and the bird flew together. Birds are free, poets are free, and the tension of life is relieved at this time. Without flowery rhetoric and insincerity, the poet only used the simple word 14 to outline the leisure and tranquility of life, so that people and birds reached a natural "harmony between man and nature" without me. This can not but make people 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 expressed the infinite vitality and endless pursuit of freedom with plain but implicit words, which made us have endless aftertaste in this sincere emotion, simple style and profound artistic conception.
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Lingniao in Hometown (Prose)
Zhang Baoyan
Birds in my hometown are spiritual and worldly, like simple villagers.
Every time I go to 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 will see three or five birds jumping on the roadside or branches. I think it must be a bird from my hometown. I called them and they ignored me. They are afraid that I will hurt them. They hid from a distance and looked at me with hostile eyes, so I had to walk away. They may not be the birds in their hometown.
I finally went home when I was bored. As soon as I got off the bus, there were some birds singing at me on the big tree in Zhuangtou. Then my mother came out, and my cat and yellow dog came to pick me up like a ceremony. I was ecstatic, and my deep depression disappeared instantly. The smile on my face expresses my excitement and gratitude. Mom said, look, it's still home. Well, birds and dogs, when they see you, they will bark. 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 hear birds chirping, as warm as hearing my mother call me by my birth name. I began to pay attention to the birds in my hometown.
I especially liked birds when I was very young. I followed my mother like a follower, begging for birds. At that time, I called them birds. My mother is busy with farm work, so if she doesn't catch any birds, I will make trouble. When I make a scene, my mother gets anxious and hits me. When my mother hit me, I cried badly. Seeing my mother looking at me, I cried louder and shed more tears. Laugh at me, cry without tears, and the yellow dog will lick it. I didn't know that my mother called them. As soon as they laughed at me, I started fighting with them. As soon as I fought them, they said, don't fight us. Let's dig out the nest. I suddenly laughed when I heard that the bird had been dug up. Let's dig up the bird. To dig up this bird, we must find a nest. There are two ways to find the bird's nest. One is looking under the eaves of a newly built new house where no one lives. Sparrows love to be lazy and like to find a gap under the eaves to make a nest.
Let's look for it from this village first. If there is no one in this village, we will look for it in other villages, and we must guard against dogs. Once, Shandan was bitten by a dog in Biezhuang. When Sandan came home, he blamed us for bringing him, and even beat Sandan up. At that time, he didn't blame us. Sandan saw a bird's nest in a big tree, and Sandan ran to the tree. There happened to be a big flower dog under the tree. Sandan asked him to go, but he didn't go. When Sandan was in a hurry, he hit it with mud. This blow can be used to describe my bad luck. That time I found my target, a tall acacia tree, and they forced me to climb it, saying that I would climb two birds. If you give me three eggs, I will climb up. Before I approached the Bird's Nest, I was stung by a furry thorn. I gritted my teeth and continued to climb the twig. I was overjoyed to see the fish in the bird's nest. It took me a long time to wake up. After that, I never dared to dig birds in trees again.
I haven't eaten much for several days, and I am always awakened by the cry of an old bird in my dream. My mother said that I lost my soul and I was called by the number of soybeans. It didn't work for a few days, and I was hysterical in the middle of the night. At that time, I gradually understood the love of the old bird for the little bird and the love of my mother for me.
I stopped catching birds in middle school, and I began to like them. I wrote many sentences about birds in my diary. One summer, my family took a nap after finishing their work. I sat on the straw mat in the first room and watched the swallows foraging. Every time the old swallow takes food, the little swallow in the nest will pull out his yellow mouth to welcome him. I saw the difference between the old swallows. They take food in the next shift. I want to make sure that one is the mother and the other is the father. I have been peeping all summer, an interesting story about the swallow family. On the day when the little swallow came out of the nest, the old swallow kept singing and hovering in and out of the nest. I hid in the east room to peek, and the old swallow sang outside the nest. How do they carefully guide the children out of the nest? What wisdom and courage it takes! I secretly prayed for them for fear that the first few would fly out smoothly. The last one, probably weak, fell on the bed in the first room. I slipped out and dragged the little creature left on the clothesline at the door with a net bag. With the help of the old bird, it finally spread its beautiful wings. I think only me and their parents and the sky where the beautiful wings were gliding at that time knew the joy of flying for the first time in life. Later, I thought they wouldn't be with me until next year, but it didn't turn out as I expected. The old swallow actually lay in the nest and let the children eat for fifteen days. What kind of gratitude is this? I wish them well. I am very happy. I am proud of my discovery. I began to really know them and remember them-my friends, those two old swallows are my ancestors, and the little swallows are us. How do they raise us, teach us, and how do 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. Birds in my hometown have rich and full hearts, and hundreds of thousands of springs are stationed in their hearts. How much do I love them? I'm really ashamed of my incorrect way of falling in love when I was a child. I just want to take care of them as parents and give them a warm home. I don't know how ambitious they are, and they end their lives with anger and hunger strike. Yes, birds in the new century should 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 that you didn't catch any birds when you fell from the tree when you were a child? I said I don't know. Grandma said the bird was called a wolf. Although it is famous for its soil, these birds all have personalities and strong tempers. They just came to our village and built their 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 birds were frightened in their nests. However, it cleared up again in a short time, and the bird wanted to lean out and sigh. Unexpectedly, it rained cats and dogs. Seeing that he will be buried here, the bird's eyes are full of despair. It happened that a rooster came to feed. The rooster scratched the shit with its claws and caught the bird out. The bird was saved, spread its wings and flew away a few days later. In order to repay the rooster for saving his life, the wolf son divides his troops into eight roads every summer, goes to various villages to repay his kindness and crows for his husband for 30 days. Grandma's story is really interesting. I really envy that cock. If I save them, won't they repay me? It's ok to be my wife! Grandma said, aren't you a chicken, too Don't flatter yourself.
Times have changed, and I came to the village again. It is still the sound of birds singing, colorful. I simply turned off my cell phone, moved a wooden stool and sat in the farm yard, listening to the sounds of nature. I just lay on the grass and peeked at the bird's nest. Generally, I must be patient and not expose my target. Big birds are smarter. It circled over Zhuangzi first, looking for tall and dense Woods, and then landed on the branches slowly. If nothing happens, relax and start building nests. I sometimes lie there after dinner, like a spy buried in the grass.
Ten years later, I still can't understand this bird complex. I don't understand. When I am 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"; The book says: trust can often create a beautiful realm. I really like this article. 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 their language, but we don't really listen. I really look forward to the day when animals and plants live in harmony with human beings. In rural areas, the whole soil, flowers, fields, sunshine and kitchen smoke are their voices and languages. They keep opening the pages of the country with fresh and lively songs.
Birds and simple country people are illuminating my motherland with endless spirituality. ......