original text
green shoots
Green shoots,
The young man said:
"Develop yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
Imitate:
Tiny seeds,
The boy said:
"Break through yourself!"
Young branches and leaves,
The boy said:
"Improve yourself!"
Towering trees,
The boy said:
"Extend yourself!"
Appreciate:
Each section in this poem can be a poem independently, and its meaning is quite complete, but in terms of ideological realm and artistic attainments, they are connected as a whole, so that the meaning can be interlinked. The order of "bud", "flower" and "fruit" implies the development process of fruit trees from germination to flowering, so that people can experience the process of dedicating their achievements to mankind, which just corresponds to the life course of young people. "Bud" needs to grow and develop, just as young people need to learn and improve. When a bud turns into a flower, don't be narcissistic, but beautify nature, just as young people should use their youth to contribute to society. In the end, it will form a "fruit". For example, young people should use the spirit of sacrifice to create greater value for society and make their lives more brilliant. The whole poem is like this, using the growth of plants to compare the growth of young people, thus warning young people, including the author himself, to constantly strive for self-improvement, constantly enrich, improve and develop themselves and make greater contributions to mankind. This poem uses personification and repetition to show a pure mind and a real world. At the same time, it also eulogizes the beautiful youth and positive life. The combination of "green shoots", "light flowers" and "crimson fruits" is the whole pure life. This pure life endows the language written by the author with poetry and makes it poetic in prose, instead of prose, it can only be interpreted by poetry. It is precisely because of this that the author can form an organic whole with these difficult words. It can be said that her childlike heart has brought a unique system to the world and language, a system that ordinary people and vulgar language can't have.
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Original text:
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
The bird hides in its nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.
Appreciate:
The poet used vivid metaphors to convey the feelings of maternal love, and his writing was sincere and touching.
This kind of ode to mother's love occupies a considerable proportion in Stars and Spring Water. It can be said that it is the deep praise of maternal love that lays the deep and delicate emotional tone of these two works. Closely connected with the praise of maternal love is the treasure of childlike innocence, childlike interest, childlike innocence and all new things.
Imitate:
Books!
The traveler in the desert is thirsty,
He will look for oases;
The desert in my heart is coming,
Only you give me a bath.
Teacher!
The dust on the ground is coming,
Trees block the wind and sand with branches and leaves;
The dust in my heart is coming,
Did you clear away the confusion for me?
Motherland!
The cold wind in winter is coming,
These geese returned to the south.
Winter has come in my heart,
I can only return to your arms.
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Original text:
Childhood!
This is a fact in the dream.
This is a real dream.
Think of it with a tearful smile.
Appreciate:
This poem is an ode to innocence. Only childhood is the most real, just like in a dream, just like in a dream. It is very gratifying to recall the touching innocent tears.
"Stars in Spring Water" is recognized as the highest achievement of the poem, and Mao Dun called it "starry sky lattice" and "spring water body". The theme it embodies is: maternal love, nature and innocence, which constructs Bing Xin's ideological core "philosophy of love".
I think childhood is an indispensable thing for a person to grow up. And childhood will often become a precious and beautiful memory in the future. Innocent games seem to condense an innocent childhood. Childhood! This is the truth in the dream, and this is the dream in the real world. In today's society, childhood is like a dream, an innocent dream.
Imitate:
Youth!
This is a bud in a flower.
This is a flower in bud.
This is the wet corner of my eye when I sleep.
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original text
There is another sky.
Dickinson
There is another sky.
Always calm and clear
There is another kind of sunshine.
Even in the dark
Never mind the disappearance of the forest.
Never mind the silence of the field.
There is a small forest here.
The leaves in the forest are evergreen.
There are more beautiful gardens.
There is never frost or cold.
In its immortal flower
I heard bees buzzing happily.
My brother
Please visit my garden.
Appreciate:
After reading this poem, I only feel very quiet, just like the scene described in the poem, peaceful, gentle and quiet.
We can try our best to revive those images from concise poems, feel the beauty of "different sky, different sunshine, evergreen grove and bright garden" described in the poems, and let them feel a yearning heart.
Dickinson showed an unruly and rebellious attitude towards traditional poetic norms. Dickinson tends to be microscopic and introspective, and her artistic temperament is almost elegant.
She wrote about the germination of love, the burning of love, the loss of love, sweet but not greasy joy, blazing and implicit confession, bitter but not sour pain, endless long hatred. Love is the focus of her poems, fresh and unique.
She writes with nature as her home. There are often nuanced, accurate and vivid descriptions. Some ordinary scenes can always make people feel an unquestionable, existing beauty that ordinary people have never experienced.
She loves life, loves life, and tries to explore, explain and express the meaning of life from many aspects and levels.
Her language, once washed, is simple and fresh, with a kind of "rough beauty" and sometimes a childish feature that children learn. In rhythm, she basically uses four lines and one section, iambic four steps and three steps alternately, and even lines of rhyming hymns. However, this simple form is ever-changing, and she is neither completely rigid in steps nor forced to rhyme. Rhyme is also similar to "semi-rhyme" or "adjacent rhyme", sometimes it is simply blank. In fact, it has developed into a free body with scattered rhymes.
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There is also a piece of land.
There is also a piece of land.
Always quiet and peaceful
There is another kind of vitality.
Even in winter.
Never mind that the river is frozen.
Never mind the loneliness of the plateau.
There is a stream here.
Clear water often flows in streams.
There are more lush grasslands.
Never haggard.
On its immortal grass
I heard the sound of hooves.
my friend
Please visit my grassland.
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Andante cantabile
Xi Murong
There must be something.
I don't understand.
Otherwise, vegetation will grow in order.
And migratory birds can fly back to their hometown.
There must be something.
This is beyond my ability.
Otherwise, how can the alternation of day and night be so fast?
All the moments are missed.
Sorrow erodes my heart.
There must be something.
I had to give up after the leaves fell.
Is it my diary when I was sixteen or
I've hidden it all my life.
Those beautiful secrets are like lilies.
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If the lines of Xi Murong's poems are full of sweet melancholy, then I have not tasted any sweetness in the cantabile. If Xi Murong's poems are dreamy and gentle, then Andante is profound and helpless after waking up. There is love, homesickness and life in Xi Murong's poems. Her love can only exist in poetry. Although it won't happen in reality, it can be a sign that love needs to persist. Life in Xi Murong's poems is simple after washing away the lead. Everyone once had the best hope, but time will make it fade and become more and more blurred. When we are mercilessly abandoned by pure love and romance and reduced to life, we will find that there are actually too many things we can't understand, the orderly growth of vegetation and the return of migratory birds to the south; There is too much helplessness, growing day and night ... The older you grow up, the more distant your dreams are, not that you are unwilling to persist. It's just that there is always too much helplessness in our growth, and because of too much helplessness, we grow up and go to another world called life with all our feelings and gratitude. However, after the precipitation and erosion of time, can we still have a full and pure heart?
Xi Murong's "Andante" contains three sentences: "It must happen", "I can't understand", "I can't do anything" and "I have to give up", which expresses the helplessness of life and the fragility of ideals in the face of fate and life. However, when all the unhappiness and helplessness meet with Xi Murong, everything will be released and then calm down. What I admire most about Xi Murong is that she is feminine, sweet but not greasy, and has no family spirit. Genghis Khan's blood runs through her body, which determines that she still has the vastness of the grassland and the tenacity of the Mongols. What kind of integration is this? Xi Murong is such a person who can blend the two harmoniously. Simplicity and harmony are the connotations of grassland and Xi Murong. To love, she has fantastic purity, to life, she has holy reverence, to life, she has simple gratitude, she is content with kindness, and people who live seriously in ordinary days are happy. The most precious thing about Xi Murong is that he always hopes with a pure heart, lives with a grateful heart and treats life with a calm heart. With these, there is nothing to be afraid of.
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There's always a way.
I don't understand.
or
Why does the sun rise and set every day?
The moon always takes over in time.
There's always a way.
I can't stop it.
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Why does the river rush so fast?
All the feelings are gone.
Lonely people stay in their hearts.
There's always a way.
I had to accept it after the flower died.
It's the address book I treasured when I graduated.
still
In my dreams every night
Those warm memories are like the afternoon sunshine.