1, ten years is a modern poem written by Bing Xin.
She sent me a letter,
Referring to the breezy days in the south of the Yangtze River,
She said, "It's just that Jiajing has no good friends!"
In these eight words,
I was thinking about jumbo,
Thinking about the sunset glow,
Think about an independent character.
There is only stuffy rain here,
Only yellow dust,
Only the quiet sky outside the window.
My friend!
Who says life is like duckweed?
Stay temporarily
I've been staying for ten years!
1August 922 19.
Appreciation of works: Bing Xin's imaginary "she" wrote to herself from the picturesque "windy day in the south of the Yangtze River", lamenting that there were no good friends in the beautiful scenery. Bing Xin "thought of Jiang Bo/Sunset/Independent Person" from the letter. This scene, this feeling, is really like Bing Xin's Poet Fairy, "full of tenderness and faint sadness".
Bing Xin did not fall into pessimism. She questioned the agnosticism that "life is like duckweed" and hoped that the change would come faster, instead of "staying for ten years".
If I were a writer is a poem written by Bing Xin, which embodies the thoughts, feelings and ideal pursuit at that time.
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
When it entered his mind,
Ordinary, casual, silent;
Running water passes by,
Not worthy of praise,
More disdain for comments;
However, in his life,
When pain or happiness comes,
He vaguely remembers,
It seems that someone has described this scene in words;
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
By all friends and learned people at the same time,
Lightness-ridicule;
But among children, farmers and stupid women,
When they heard it,
Slowly lower your head,
Deeply impressed,
I can hear "sympathy" surging in their hearts;
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
There is no sound in the world,
No one criticized,
Nobody pays attention;
Only myself in the lonely day, or late at night,
Facing the bright moon,
A little light rain,
Whispering wind,
When chanting in a low voice,
Can reproduce a few unambiguous pictures;
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
Don't show light on the earth,
No one heard,
No one recited it,
Only I am sad and happy,
Or face the infinite nature alone,
You can write freely,
When my backlog of ideas falls on paper,
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
Appreciation of works: If I were a writer and What I Want are the main expressions of the whole poem. The four sections of the whole poem explain this proposition from different angles. The writer's mission is sacred, and many people solemnly and solemnly demonstrate the historical responsibility that writers should shoulder. However, Bing Xin's poems find another way. What she said is not only a serious topic, but also an ideal of life.
3. The Goddess of Poetry is a modern poem, a short poem written by Bing Xin at 1922.
She stood quietly outside the window!
The curtain went up,
Inside the window,
Outside the window,
At this moment,
Suddenly everything became boundless silence.
Listen,
The thing is,
Full of tenderness,
With a little sadness,
Desire language stays again.
It's getting late,
People are quiet,
There are only flowers and me in the room.
Please come in!
Just stand there?
How do I deserve to meet you?
Goddess of poetry!
Come on, that's it,
There are countless thoughtful people outside the window.
192 1 year1February 9.
Appreciation of works: Readers should be familiar with Bing Xin's Poet Fairy. She used to sprinkle the sky with shining "stars"; She used to flow a "spring"; Along the road of "To a Little Reader" for half a century, we can always trace her wandering footprints; Throughout all Bing Xin's creations, the characters she created are deep or shallow, but they are everywhere. Therefore, to truly understand Bing Xin, we have to read the poem Poet Fairy.
4. Melancholy is a modern poem published by 1923 and written by Bing Xin.
When the coast lights up,
Starlight on the water,
Quietly taking pictures in the distance.
In the vast universe,
Leaning against the high fence,
Only the sound of the waves beating against the ship's side was heard.
My heart,
How melancholy-nothing!
The mother in the dream,
Comfort me when I'm sick,
Pour out people's love stories,
Woke up a few times,
I don't have the medicine cup
The sea breeze is unstoppable,
The light is still on,
My heart,
How melancholy-nothing!
Walk along the railing,
Laughter in the crowd,
Can't hide the sadness in silence!
"I am in the arms of the sea. Where is my mother? "
The sky is very high,
The sea is very deep,
The moon is clear,
People are very quiet,
In the empty universe,
My heart,
How melancholy, nothing!
Appreciation of works: The title clearly reveals the poet's writing mentality. A wandering traveler, at the moment he left his mother and his old country, was so depressed. This kind of "melancholy, nothingness" appears at the end of every poem, and it is recited repeatedly, revealing the poet's helplessness and loneliness, as well as unforgettable memories and worries, which gives people great artistic impact.
5. The Mother of the Paper Delivery Boat is a modern poem written by Bing Xin, a modern poet, at 1923.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever, keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!
Appreciation of works: This poem reflects a wandering wanderer's deep yearning for his mother. Different from most poems of the same theme, Bing Xin chose a novel writing perspective, used childlike innocence and naivety, and chose a paper boat from the children's game world as an intermediary to pin his infinite thoughts on his mother, showing people the image of a wandering wanderer and helplessness, thus expressing the author's deep attachment to his mother and motherland.
What are the short poems written by Bing Xin?
1, mom
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.
2. Paper boats
-Send it to mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
1923 Pacific ship.
3. the flower of success
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
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!"
4. Excerpt from the star
The stars shine—
Shenlan space
Have you heard their conversation?
voicelessly
In the twilight
They praised each other deeply.
dark
How to describe it?
Deep in the soul
The depths of the universe
A resting place in bright light.
The residual flowers are attached to the branches.
The bird flew away.
Red scattered all over the floor-
Is life just a glimpse?
Young man!
Believe in yourself!
Only you are real,
Only you can create yourself.
Time!
Now I am.
Too bad for you?
However, what I left behind was temporary.
What I pursue is forever.
My friend!
Take care.
Don't keep pearls in your heart.
Throw it into the sea where it is difficult to make waves.
What are the poems with short bing Xin?
1, mom
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.
2. Paper boats
-Send it to mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
1923 Pacific ship.
3. the flower of success
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
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!"
4. Excerpt from the star
The stars shine—
Shenlan space
Have you heard their conversation?
voicelessly
In the twilight
They praised each other deeply.
dark
How to describe it?
Deep in the soul
The depths of the universe
A resting place in bright light.
The residual flowers are attached to the branches.
The bird flew away.
Red scattered all over the floor-
Is life just a glimpse?
Young man!
Believe in yourself!
Only you are real,
Only you can create yourself.
Time!
Now I am.
Too bad for you?
However, what I left behind was temporary.
What I pursue is forever.
My friend!
Take care.
Don't keep pearls in your heart.
Throw it into the sea where it is difficult to make waves.
Bing Xin's short poem?
1, mom
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.
2. Paper boats
-Send it to mom.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Save it forever.-Save it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I am still not discouraged, folding every day,
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home.
1923 Pacific ship.
3. the flower of success
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
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!"
4. "stars"
draw
The stars shine—
Dark blue "space"
Have you heard their conversation?
voicelessly
In the twilight
They praised each other deeply.
dark
How to describe it?
Deep in the soul
The depths of the universe
A resting place in bright light.
The residual flowers are attached to the branches.
The bird flew away.
Red scattered all over the floor-
Is life just a glimpse?
Young man!
Believe in yourself!
Only you are real,
Only you can create yourself.
Time!
Now I am.
Too bad for you?
However, what I left behind was temporary.
What I pursue is forever.
My friend!
Take care.
Don't keep pearls in your heart.
Throw it into the sea where it is difficult to make waves.
5. "Good morning"
Guang Xiao collapsed,
It's very bright at customs.
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Fly over the horizon, fly to the North Pole,
The horizon and the sea are full of your love.
Jesus Christ. Your love follows me,
Your fingers lead me,
Your right hand will support me,
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.