(1) Dayanhe is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up a stove to make a fire, after you took off the charcoal ash on your apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes torn by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the children with a wood knife, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, and after you picked up the first egg today.
(2) I am the son of the landlord. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint, I touched the gold pattern on my parents' bed,
I just looked at the plaque I didn't know on the eaves, touched the silk buttons of the newly changed clothes, looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms, sat on the painted kang stool with a brazier, and ate the rice that had been ground three times, but it was so embarrassing! Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. She smiled and cut the radish with ice. She was smiling with a pig's grain in her hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to bask in those soybeans and wheat and study the river to make a living.
(3) Dayan River, who deeply loves her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating her baby's wedding wine and sitting in a splendid ceremony. Her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law … mother-in-law".
(4) Dayanhe, deeply in love with her baby! Dayan and died before her dream woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord.
And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my native land after a long wandering, when my brothers and I met on the hillside and in the fields, I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Wild goose river, today, your baby is in prison, writing you a hymn, giving you a purple soul under the loess, giving you a hand that stretches out to hug me, giving you a kiss on my lips, and giving you a muddy and gentle face.
You raised my breasts, your sons, my brothers, all my nannies and their sons on earth, Dayanhe who loves me like her son.
(5) Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you!
2. Appreciate:
(1) Dayanhe, my nanny is Ai Qing's famous work. This is an ode dedicated by a rebellious son of the landlord class to his real mother, a kind and unfortunate ordinary peasant woman in China. This poem has sincere and profound feelings. The poem repeatedly said, "Dayanhe is my nanny" and the poet is the son of the landlord. He grew up in the embrace of Dayan River and sucked her milk, which not only nurtured the poet and body, but also nurtured the poet's feelings. The poet deeply accepted her love, and when he left his adoptive mother to return to his biological parents at school age, he felt the strangeness of his parents and the importance of his adoptive mother to him. The integrity, kindness and simplicity of the foster mother influenced the poet's life. This poem is written around the relationship between "I" and "she" from beginning to end. His deep feelings for Dayan River are all expressed in his emotional statement. Seeing the snow in prison, he thought of Dayan River's "grave covered with grass under the pressure of snow", her former residence garden, and her care and love for him? So he used affectionate poems to show the specific work scene of Dayanhe, and also wrote the emotional ripples in her heart. Even her beautiful dreams are combined with her wishes for the "happy fate" of the infants. With such true feelings and such a childlike heart, the image of this working woman is more lofty and perfect, so the poet should give warm praise to "all nannies and their sons who love me as their own sons". In this way, "Dayan River" is sublimated into the embodiment of people who will always be with mountains and villages, or the embodiment of farmers in China.
(2) Ai Qing began to express the artistic features of his poems in Dayan River, My Nanny. He first started from "feeling", attached importance to feeling like an impressionist painter, and paid attention to the infiltration and integration of subjective feelings. And in the integration of the two, multi-level association is produced, creating a clear and symbolic visual image. Poetry is always concrete and has vivid images, such as Dayan River's work, Dayan River's smile, Dayan River's love and death. They all put forward a visual and perceptual three-dimensional image symbol additional description. Finally, the use of overlapping sentences, such as "I dedicate the purple soul under the loess to you/I dedicate my outstretched hand to you/I dedicate the kiss on my lips to you." /Show you a soft black face/Show you to raise my chest? "The concrete description ensures the vividness of the language, which is also the mystery of the artistic charm of Ai Qing's poetry. His later poems carried it forward more consciously.
This is a poem dedicated to the nanny Dayan River. The poet described the ordinary, bumpy and unfortunate life of this ordinary China woman and expressed his heartfelt thanks to this great mother. Dayanhe is also the representative of thousands of Chinese mothers in Qian Qian. It is this vast land, and this great motherland is like a loving mother. Although she was humiliated, scarred and experienced vicissitudes, she never lost her maternal love and maternal love. Her brilliant poems are full of deep feelings. She sings repeatedly and cries like she is complaining.