In literary works, there will be some works written from the perspective of children. For example, Xiao Hong's Biography of Hulan River describes a historical picture with local color and local customs from the perspective of children. Wilde's The Little Prince depicts the loneliness and emptiness of the adult world from the perspective of the little prince, and praises the aesthetic truth, goodness and beauty advocated by Wilde. Mark Twain's The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures of Harburg Finn reveal time from the perspective of the adventures of a little boy. Of course, there are also novels from the perspective of animals. Japanese writer Natsume Soseki's I'm a Cat depicts a capitalist society in the cat's eye with the cat as the protagonist.
These novels written from the perspective of children are only narrated from the perspective of children, but they are all aimed at adults and readers in the end. Different from children's narrative perspective, the real children's literature written in children's tone is innocent and pure, presenting a world full of innocence and dreams in the author's pen, which moves us and purifies our impetuous hearts.
Someone has to go.
? Cher Silverstein
Someone has to polish the stars,
They look a little bored.
Someone has to polish the stars,
For eagles, starlings and seagulls,
Are complaining that they are stained and worn,
They said they wanted a new house that we couldn't afford.
So please take your clothes.
And your polishing tank,
Someone has to polish the stars.
Someone must go.
Schell-Silverstein (USA)
Someone has to wipe the stars,
They look gray.
Someone has to wipe the stars,
Because there are starlings, seagulls and eagles,
Everyone complains that the stars are old and rusty.
Want a new one? We didn't.
So take a bucket and a rag,
Someone has to wipe the stars.
Shel Silverstein, a famous contemporary American poet, picture book writer, country singer and playwright, is the greatest picture book writer in the 20th century. Some people say that where there is a bookstore, there are works by Shel Silverstein. His representative works include The Tree of Love, The Lost Corner, and Lights in the Attic. His picture books are simple in illustration and narration, but he will be deeply moved by the ideas conveyed in his works.
? This children's poem "Someone is Leaving" is selected from his "Light in the Attic". The language is simple and lively, but full of philosophy. Like the bright stars in the sky, seagulls, starlings and eagles will complain, but they will not wipe the stars. Just like in our life, we will complain about environmental deterioration, air pollution and traffic congestion, but it seems that we have become accustomed to it, but we don't want to start from ourselves and make changes from small things.
As this poem says, if there are some things that you think your actions will change the world and make it a better place, then try to change them. Just like there is a saying, when I was young, my imagination was unrestrained and I dreamed of changing the world; When I grew up, I found that I couldn't change the world alone ... I suddenly realized that if I only changed myself at first, I might change my family, and then maybe I could change the world. So, some things have to be done. We might as well start from ourselves, change ourselves and make the world a better place on the road of changing ourselves.
After picking apples
Robert frost wrote it.
My long ladder went through a tree?
Still facing heaven?
There's another bucket I didn't fill?
Next to it, there may be two or three?
I didn't pick apples on the branches. ?
But I don't pick apples now. ?
The essence of winter sleep is at night?
The smell of apples: I am dozing off. ?
I can't erase the strangeness in front of me?
I saw it through the glass?
I left something from the sink this morning?
Opposite to the green grass. ?
It melted and I let it fall and break it. ?
But I'm fine?
On my way to sleep, before it falls?
Can I tell?
What my dream will be like. ?
Enlarged apples appear and disappear?
Stem end and flower end?
Every bit of auburn is clearly visible. ?
My instep arch not only keeps hurting.
It can keep the pressure of the ladder. ?
I felt the ladder shaking when the branches bent. ?
I keep hearing news from the basement.
A rumbling sound?
Car after car of apples came in. ?
Because I've eaten too much?
Apple Picking: I'm too tired?
I long for a bumper harvest. ?
There are ten thousand fruits to touch?
Cherish it in your hand, put it down and don't let it fall. ?
For everyone?
Hit the earth?
Whether scratched or stabbed by stubble.
Definitely go to the apple cider pile?
Worthless. ?
What's the trouble at the meeting?
My sleep, whatever it is. ?
Didn't he leave?
Can the groundhog tell if it looks like his?
A long sleep, as I described it coming?
Or just some human sleep. ?
After picking apples
Robert Frost (USA)
My long ladder goes through the top of the tree.
Extend to the sky.
There is an incomplete bucket next to the ladder.
There may be two or three apples on the branch.
But now that picking apples is over,
The night is filled with the smell of hibernation.
The taste of apple: it intoxicates me,
I rubbed my eyes, and the scene in the morning was vivid:
I picked up a piece of ice from the sink this morning.
See the hay all over the world through the ice.
The ice melted and let it fall to the ground and break into pieces.
But before it hits the ground,
I fantasize about sleeping by myself,
I can tell you,
The scene in my dream.
The huge apple is flashing,
A pedicled end, a flowered end,
Every brown spot is clearly visible.
The soles of my feet not only have to endure pain,
Endure the squeezing of ladder rungs.
As the branches shook, I felt the ladder shaking.
I can hear you clearly,
The rumbling sound came from the cellar,
It was baskets of apples that were sent to the cellar for storage.
How many apples were picked;
I feel exhausted,
Although it is a good harvest I expected.
Thousands of apples are waiting to be picked,
You have to take it slowly, put it slowly,
Can't land.
Fall to the ground,
Even if it's not broken, it's not stabbed
And put it in the brewing pile,
Because it is worthless.
You can see what my troubles are,
My imaginary sleep has nothing to do with sleep or not.
If the groundhog hasn't left yet,
After listening to my above description,
It would say it's like its hibernation,
Just like human sleep.
Robert Frost (1874- 1963) is one of the most popular American poets in the 20th century. The only American poet who won four Pulitzer Prizes is called "Poet Laureate in American Literature". Frost's poetry was influenced by the English poet Wordsworth. His pastoral poems express his love for the natural scenery of New England. His poems seem simple, but they often contain profound metaphors and philosophies, revealing the relationship between people, people and nature, and people and themselves. Representative works include: The Mountain, The Road Not Taken, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Night, etc.
? The poem After Picking Apples is Frost's pastoral poem. This paper describes that fruit farmers who blindly pick apples are full of joy of harvest and fall asleep in the nature filled with apple fragrance. In his dream, he dreamed of a huge apple. This poem is simple and easy to understand, but it also contains profound philosophy of life. ? "Double-pointed ladder" symbolizes the balance between life and work, "enlarged apple" symbolizes people's dreams and unsatisfied desires, and sleep symbolizes people's death. This beautiful pastoral poem ends in an open form and contains rich and profound philosophy, which is thought-provoking.
Sometimes dreams seem out of reach, but people can achieve them through their own efforts. Just as fruit farmers enjoy the joy of harvest in fruit fields, people will also reap the fruits of life. But people's desires are endless, and not all desires can be satisfied. A person's life is short, and learning to be content on the way to struggle is the philosophy of life we learned from this poem.