The river sleeps quietly, the forest stops whistling, the nightingale sings quietly, and the crake doesn't crow.
At night, all is silent, only the flowing water gurgles, and the bright moon illuminates the earth and the world with silver flames.
Silver rivers are shining, silver streams are flowing, and the grasslands irrigated by rivers are covered with silver grass.
At night, all is silent, everything in nature is sleeping peacefully, and the bright moon illuminates the earth and the world with silver flames.
Appreciation: This is a lyric poem with the theme of night written by Ye Saining, which expresses the silent night through the change of environment. Rivers, dense forests, nightingales and crake are all quiet, and the whole environment becomes quiet from near to far, with a strong sense of picture. When reading this poem, it seems to be immersive, so that the whole person can fully integrate into this environment and become quiet inside. Now the rhythm of our time is very fast, and the night in poetry seems to be farther and farther away from us and more and more blurred. In the past, every night, we would slowly stop to recuperate. Now, it seems that after the sun goes off work, we begin our real life. We take wine as our pulp and run amok. The street lamps on our road are always on, and the lights in our city cover the starlight and blur the moon. We let our mobile phones yell at us, and we are getting more and more anxious.
2. Poetry: "In the Farmhouse".
Soft scones smell everywhere. The whole bucket of Kvas was placed by the door, and several cockroaches crawled in the cracks in the bricks on the top of the rusty stove next to the stove kang. ?
Smoke billowed from the furnace cover, and the dust in the furnace hung one by one. In the case of cooking, behind the salt pan, there is a pile of freshly beaten eggshells. ?
Mother is so busy that she can't breathe, with a kitchen fork in her hand and a low waist. The old cat sneaked into the clay pot and wolfed down the steaming milk. ?
A group of hens who don't know how to be quiet clucked on the plow shaft. The rooster went to church, and the choir sang hymns and made a neat tone outside. ?
Standing in the opposite hall window, I can see some furry puppies, scared by the noise, climbing into the horse's collar from the corner.
Appreciation: Like his hometown, Ye Saining's poem set in the Russian countryside gives people a simple, quiet, fresh and natural feeling. In the poem, some small animals, small objects and small movements that are common in rural areas are used, giving people a very grounded familiarity. From the perspective of Ye Saining in the poem, we seem to be visiting his home. Then I might as well take you back to this trip from this angle. ?