Liu Bannong (1891-1934) is a native of Jiangyin County, Jiangsu Province. 19 1 1 participated in the revolution of 1911, 1920 studied in Britain, then transferred to France and got a bachelor's degree. 1925 After returning to China, he successively served as the teacher of Chinese Department in Peking University and the head of Chinese Department in China-France University. Important new poetry collections include the collection of poems "Hu Ji" and "Whip Ji".
This poem was written on1September 4, 920. At that time, Liu Bannong was studying in Europe. The exiled poet missed his motherland day and night, so he used the situation of love songs to express the author's nostalgia for his motherland.
The Scholars was written by Zhao Yuanren, a famous teacher. Because of its sentimental poems and melodious tunes, it was all the rage and spread overseas. After the grand concert, Liu Banggong also made it a reality. Until usual, the songs written by that poem are often performed as excellent chorus songs at various concerts and parties, which are familiar to us and recited.
This poem was written in 1920, when it was spread in Europe. Perhaps the lover is not around, or the yearning for the motherland. With that scenery, the poet sang the purest love and eager homesickness hidden in his mouth. The title of the poem was originally called "Love Song", but the poet changed the real word of the poem to "Teach me how to miss her". At that time, the poet left his ancestral home and his heart was always attached to the motherland. At that time, people in China lived and worked in peace and contentment. The porous territory and the hidden state of countless lives, as well as the clear water and mud shore, also aroused the poet's hope of returning to his native land in advance, which was unbelievable.
Teach me how not to think about her.
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze is blowing on my head,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight falls in love,
The earth fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
Flowers fall into the water,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Cold and majestic Rong Shu,
At dusk, the fire at home burns brightly.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Why doesn't The Economist read her?
At night, the silver moon shines on the vast sea. In this "honey-like silver night", the poet can't be with his lover, nor can he be with the lover in his heart. Moonlight and the land meet harmoniously. What kind of emotion does the inseparable scene inspire in the poet's heart? "On the moon, people meet in Huang Chen." If it's a beautiful day, it's sad to be left alone. How to "teach me how not to think about her?"
Flowers fall to the surface, fish swim to the bottom, and swallows flap their wings. Can this flower be worried about "falling flowers into a heart and running water without mercy" because of swallows? Are you worried that this fish will be abandoned by the water because of the appearance of swallows? Perhaps, the swallows have sent the doubts of their hometown and the homesickness of their lovers. Their feelings and scenes have made the hearts of poets far away in foreign countries and other cities have a deeper touch and more unforgettable thoughts. "Teach me how not to think about her?"
Rong Shu is swinging in the Leng Yue, and the sunset glow reflects half the sky like wildfire. This cold majesty is in sharp contrast with the sunset glow at the end of the world, which highlights the poet's yearning and eager expectation after leaving his old country. I dare not think, it is far from the earth. What the poet sees is still a cold twilight-that ray of light seems to be broken, and it seems to have an existing sunset. In such a strong contrast, let us read the coldest feeling in the poet's heart. It also hides endless concern and sorrow for the motherland, among which the complicated conflicts are only due to deep love and attachment to the homeland and relatives who have sunk outside the land. Liu Bannong's poems represent the style of China's early new poetry, and he is also a poet with a wide range of creative techniques among the early new poetry writers. On the one hand, he accepted the characteristics of folk prose or foreign poetry, on the other hand, he inherited the characteristics and tricks of China's traditional poetry-attaching importance to the creation and contrast of artistic conception. -Dead trees shake in Leng Yue, and the sunset glow reflects half the sky, burning at home. Here is a brief account of the origin of the word "Bi Xing": the poetic theory derived from the Biography of Mao Gong's Poems can be called Bi Xing. For example, the poem Guanluo can be quoted from Mao Zhuan, saying that it is more reasonable to use the "loyalty but difference" of the pheasant dove than the resentment of the queens. Mao is just a "study of chapters and sentences". He doesn't want to improve it, but his method is analytical, regardless of whether the result of his analysis conforms to the original poem. Another example is Jin Shengtan's comment on Du Fu's poem "Pavilion Night", saying that the first four sentences are written "Night" and the last four sentences are written "Pavilion" and "Night mourning, pavilion anger". No matter how broken, his way is also analysis. Therefore, the poetics from the Biography of Mao Gong's Poems can be called Bixing; Jin Shengtan's poetic theory originated in the Southern Song Dynasty and can be called a critical school. Now these two factions seem to have lost their analysis of poetry, but they have been very severe and suspicious, and sent You Ran to Bixing; You can also say why, because there is an indispensable analytical method for commenting on poetry, Happy June 1st. )-"Mo Ziqing tells poems"
For example, this poem, each paragraph has built a beautiful poetic mood, and the real scenery has aroused people's infinite imagination. At the same time, the poet adopted some characteristics of western lyric poetry, sang repeatedly, and expressed strong feelings in his mouth in his career. This poem is a model of China's classical new poetry at that time, both in artistic conception system and lyrical expression. It had an enlightening influence on China's new poetry, which is beyond doubt in the history of China's new poetry.
Finally, Liu Bannong is the pioneer of China's new poetry and an advocate of classical Chinese. He actively writes new poems, speaks spoken English and puts himself into theory. He also advocated the subdivision of Bai Jiao products and the application of new styles, invented the words "she" and "it" which are still used today, and invented how to spend Valentine's Day in the junior high school entrance examination puppy love competition. Mo Zi's soul sang two new poems in the venue of nearly a thousand people. He sang "Teach me how not to miss her" by teacher Liu Banggong and "Hai Yun" by teacher Wen Zhimo. He sang the first chorus [Learn how I don't miss her], cement silo cleaning, and he used various tunes. In this way, each sentence can be integrated with the feelings of the above sentences. Knock on the ice, MINUS eight degrees,
Solve 70 miles of hard ice,
Obstacles, I answered happily.
Dry roads are impassable,
The waterway is not easy to walk.
Ice!
I really can't help you!
I really have to!
I had to,
And then take a boat to negotiate,
Get ready for strength,
Get the gavel ready,
Come and break through that hard charcoal!
Ice!
Didn't I take you,
What hatred can't be solved?
It's just that I have to hit the road,
I have to beat you,
When I broke through you,
There is a happy track for me.
The gambler said "yes"!
We will give up our energy,
Working together to do—
With the help of the five of us,
In groups of three,
Walking on a very, very difficult road!
There are several places of ice,
Thanks to those who left first,
Has replaced our breakthrough;
Only ice cubes float on the water.
Is it rolled under our boat? Work,
Most other people,
We must achieve "first":
We were beaten ten times and eight times,
It's only one foot eight inches on foot.
But,
There are ten hammers and eight hammers.
On the road of one foot eight inches!
Why not let us breathe in pain,
Happy,
Let's sing our song of breaking the ice.
Knock on the ice, knock on the charcoal!
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Attentive way:
"Friend, have a rest!
Why come? "
Please.
You take a break,
Let's go our own way!
Timid people say:
"Friend, have a rest!
Don't blame the patient,
Scraped the boat. "
Thank you very much
This is what we think, but we don't want to care!
The slow man said:
"My friends,
Let's go the same way. Why not wait?
The sun will rise in the morning. "
What if there is a sun in my life?
"So, stupid boy!
Listen to you! "
Thank you very much.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Is this brother tired? ——
Then the rest brother will take his place.
Hungry? ——
There are yellow rice,
There is vegetable soup.
Do you want to drink? ——
There is no clean water under the ice;
It is ice,
And make our good tea.
Has the mallet handle been struck?
That's not important,
Take out the axe from the hut,
There are few branches on the shore.
Knock on the ice.
We have everything,
Nothing panics,
Thanks to our enemy, nature.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Starting at noon,
Knock straight into the dark midnight.
In the dark midnight,
Still banging on the ice with lanterns.
The biting cold wind in winter,
Blow the trees on both sides,
Turned into a violent voice.
Is that dictatorship?
Palmar paralysis,
Master Pi? Established;
The muscles in your arm,
Slowly expanding is uncomfortable;
My feet are sore;
The sweat on my head,
Cold ice drops on the back of sweat,
The sweat on my back,
Cold and dignified, get into the sleeve,
Fast blowing and melting into ice;
Is that pain?
Dark clouds are gathering underground,
Accidentally there are occasional vertical seams.
Reveal a two-star star,
Luminescence and contraction,
Like winking at us,
This is hope?
The never-ending hammering in winter,
Is it the full name of energy?
Ice covered with thorns? The sound of ships,
Is it the opponent's stormtrooper?
Is the last struggle of losers?
The echo is in vilen,
Is it echo?
This does not require management;
It's us,
Don't let us manage it.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
A mallet in winter,
Knocking on the door in the dark,
The sound absorption of wild dogs is gradually dense;
An owl went straight into a deep tree.
Don't sing his ode to death;
Knock until the hen wakes up;
Birds are singing;
Knock directly into the herbs,
There have been nursery rhymes of shepherds;
Knock on the glorious grass weathered by frost and snow,
In the morning light,
Show the color of his hardship!
All right!
Uam is dead,
The light is alive again!
What about us?
Why don't you stop?
Oh!
25 miles ahead!
Darkness!
Natural light,
Guangguang!
We should thank you,
Do as we know.
But,
We still have our goals;
We shouldn't stop when we see you,
I should use your power,
Extra encouragement,
Make it clear.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Night inherits day,
Dawn inherits the night,
It's daylight again,
It's noon,
Here we go again at noon!
Time!
You are our only real asset.
We rely on you,
It's true,
I don't understand what Chu did,
It's not your thief.
How much weight did you share with us?
What is your loss rate,
We cherish you,
Respect you,
I can't bear to separate a part of your body from him.
It's real,
Make it clear.
It's noon again,
Twilight is slowly coming again,
But this is-
"good!"
The five of us,
One from the chest,
Rush in and say, "Great!"
Half-hidden sun in frozen clouds,
Has been at the bottom of the western hills,
It's already half covered.
Light gray clouds,
Pale ochre sunset,
Mixing stops,
Exactly-
Alas!
Everyone knows—
This is the smile of our kind daughter, the ashes in the ashes repository,
That's her love for our sweet smile!
She said:
"son!
You are tired!
But your purpose has been achieved!
Take a break! "
So we raise our hands in pain,
Swing away the last cold sweat on your forehead;
Without knowing it,
Each comes from the chest,
After all, breaking in:
(What a headache)
"All right!"
"good!"
Me and four gamblers,
On a small table with poor light,
Drink a glass of yellow wine,
It's a cup of walnut-flavored wine,
Is anybody there? -Tired.
What about the boat? Hurt.
Where is the sledgehammer? -Keep building, keep building, keep building.
But 70 miles of ice?
Needless to say,
It's a walnut-flavored hometown wine.
His hands were covered with mud, sweat and blood,
Take it to your mouth and drink it,
Please answer the world:
Can everyone have a good drink?
But how many people have drunk it?
"All right!"
There were several people at that time. Did you hear our call?
If you go that way,
If you also walk 7 1 mile,
That mile of farm,
It is yours.
If you say:
"Wait!
Maybe someone else will knock for us. "
Or:
"Wait!
The light energy of the sun,
It's powerful in an instant. "
So,
You are so confused, son!
You forgot you!
Do you appreciate our 70 games in your heart?
There's no need,
Because this is our business.
But in that mile,
This is your business.
You should knock on your gavel,
You should be baptized in your heart and blood,
……
You should drink a cup of walnut-flavored hometown wine.
You should take it out of your heart,
Break in and say, "okay!" After all.
(New Youth, Volume 7, No.5)
In 1920
wet nurse
People whine and sing,
Pat the child to sleep.
Children don't sleep,
I'm going to bed!
The child is still crying,
I can't cry.
I sang while humming,
Clap gently;
I don't know what time it is,
The child will fall asleep,
I just fell asleep.
I fell asleep.
Still singing;
Still patting gently,
In my dream, I saw a child patting himself.
He fell asleep on my chest. ...
"ah!" The child woke up again,
I, my dream, woke up.
London, 192 1 year 1 month 19.
At dusk, she was cooking under the stove in a small field.
Newly cut mountain firewood,
Must be peeled off.
The white light on the kitchen door,
Shining with her purplish face,
Show off her blue dress.
He has been smoking a pipe for ten years,
Gradually, I came back from the field during the day;
There is a hoe hanging in the corner.
Standing on the rice bed,
Play with relatives' dogs.
He also strolled into the column,
Look at his cow,
Back to her way:
"What's the matter-
Our new wine? "
At the bottom of the castle peak opposite the door,
The top of the pine tree,
Half the moon has been exposed.
The children looked at the moon in the field.
Still counting the stars on the ground:
"One, two, three, four ..."
"Five, eight, six, two ..."
They counted and sang:
"There are few people in the sky,
The stars in the ground don't shine for months. "
London, 192 1 February 27th, 2008.
Guisheng
one
He looked at Aries on the grass,
Eat slowly.
He is in a dark building.
The edge of the forest,
Stand idly.
The breeze stirred the rain on the tree,
Cold charcoal and ice cubes fell on his head.
He listened to the bell ringing around the sheep's neck.
Sing in a low voice
He was holding a flute,
In front of the gurgling sound,
Sob and blow.
He sang and blew,
Think for a long time;
He sighed softly;
His warm tears,
Flowing quietly.
two
Sweet as a kiss?
When there is a kiss as bitter as honey.
what's up ……
Where is it? ……
The sea there,
No prime wave edge,
Vertical, horizontal,
Expand, fold,
Turn around, roll, ...
I'm on this wave,
Where is she? ……
Just like seeing her,
Rose's lips,
White jade-like body, ...
It's just that my eyes are too fast,
Looking forward to being famous,
She was immersed in tears of humiliation,
Bury silently.
In the dark Woods!
I really can't see through you,
I really see through you!
I don't want you in the breeze.
What to say to me;
I am weak, too,
You can't hook the crocodile's cheek,
You can't wear a crocodile's nose,
Can't sing, beg me,
Can't sing to flatter me;
I just answered,
Where is she?
"there?" That's what the echo said
Alas! The water in the stream,
Who are you winking at?
How do you spend every year when grass is poor?
Make clothes for Zhai Zhao?
Why don't you go? -Live! ——
Alive -Go ahead! ——
This is an ancient tomb,
Here are the bones of the deceased;
There is a new grave,
This is a dead man who is going to become a bone.
You! -What about you?
"What about you?" -the answer is this.
Flowing quietly;
He sighed softly;
He thought about it leisurely;
He is still blowing, singing:
He still has a flute,
In front of the gurgling sound of running water,
Whoops blowing;
He is still listening to the bells around the sheep's neck.
Sing in a low voice
The breeze stirred the rain on the tree,
Cold drops fell on his head;
He is still in this dark building.
The edge of the forest,
Sit lazily.
He is still full of desire,
See Aries? On the green grass,
Eat and walk gradually.
192 1 mid-spring, London
In a wild Indian hotel
This is what we ate today, and this is what the Buddha asked for this year? .
What is this? It's brown rice fried in butter.
What is this? It's mustard mixed with potatoes and vegetables.
What is this? This is Tolo, which is made of soybean and Indian national food.
What is this? It is a bitter "Galepi", a lotus white emulsifiable concentrate, and a real Indian flavor.
This white is salt, this cassock yellow is pepper, and this sticky red is pepper.
The water in this crock is as bright as a monk, as clear as "empty" and as clean as "nothing". This is the first time for The Times.
Is this water still the water in Hengjia River? !
two
A friend told me that when you got there, you saw the first line of India.
Yes, that yellow line is the warm sunshine in India; That line of tea green is Indian green.
A cold night moon.
Thank you! You moved my impression of last year to my heart today.
That shade is your banyan tree, and I'm tired of resting in its shade; The sparkling thing is that
Your sea of tranquility, I once stood on its chest, standing, lying idle, singing in a low voice and thinking for a long time.
; That's the fog at the head of your Achaia peak. I stopped at dawn and enjoyed it with a daze dream.
Work.
Cold and warm is your Buddha's land: warm your feet and be straight.
Cold to my heart.
Thank you for giving me these; But I don't know-your flowers are still free.
White? Your boat song, the song sung by the shepherd in your village (the soul of your god, your own son), can be returned.
How to spend valentine's day in the early love contest of the senior high school entrance examination? At the top of the mud, there are some free joys and pains.
How does the grass heal the night when fireflies fly and how does it come to your garden? How to dance its tongue?
Friends, because we are friends, please tell me this.
Note: Eating in India has been a custom for thousands of years, so it is said that the Buddha begged for food in those days.
192 1 March 10, London.