Ye Jiaying/Kloc-0 was born in Beijing in 1924, and graduated from Fu Jen Catholic University in 1945. In the middle of last century, he taught at Taiwan Province Provincial University, Fu Jen Catholic University and Tamkang University successively./Kloc-0 moved to Vancouver, Canada in 1969 and was employed as a tenured professor at the University of British Columbia, Canada. 199 1 was awarded "Fellow of the Royal Canadian Society" and became the only China Classical Literature Fellow in the history of the Society. Now he is a librarian in central research institute of culture and history (the only foreign librarian) and the director of China Institute of Classical Culture of Nankai University.
Ye Jiaying's life is full of misfortunes, but in her feelings, she seldom talks about her family, education and poetry. The war and displacement of the country and the tragic struggle during War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression left traces in Ye Jiaying's poems.
"Qingming is cold for half a day, and the lights are affectionate." In a poem, Ye Jiaying expressed his desire to serve the country and people in a special era. "Although the world is so dark, it is all war and pain. There is a lamp in front of me and a lamp in my heart. I still don't forget the world and I am still willing to do something for the world. " "Joining the WTO is like a sea, and I don't want to escape Zen in the name of seclusion."
? Journey to the motherland
Thirty years, Wan Li has been away from home for several years, and he is homesick all the time. Silver wings go through the clouds to recognize Beijing. Looking at the distant lights moving homesickness, the long street has passed many times, and this day has happened again. At first sight, the family members all laughed, remembered their youth, boarded the bus, invited them home, and pointed out the new look of the capital. The square outside Tiananmen Square is open, and Gao Cuiwei's museum is newly built. The roadside was covered with shade trees, and no one flew into the pale yellow dust that day. Xidanxi went to my house, and the doors and alleys remained unchanged. The lonely and sad years have passed, and the lotus has drifted for half a lifetime. Sitting in my old bed, gathering by candlelight. Don't doubt that this scene is still like a dream. I will return to my hometown tonight. Looking back at the past in the middle of the night, I remember that I was seventeen, my eldest brother was fifteen and nine. There was no news from my father in Chengdu, and I lost my dependence. After eight years of hard work, I was trapped in a strong enemy. Thanks to the kindness of my uncle and aunt, I was placed separately. Once married, the garden will be soundproof from now on; The upside-down song is generous, and seeing your family again makes you feel closer. Two brothers, husband and wife, four teachers, nephew, man, niece, what heroes, happy to see my good child, as if full of life. The eldest nephew is called a model worker, and the second nephew is advanced to increase production; Ah Quan's niece once went to the countryside and smiled proudly. Xiaoxue is only seven years old and is now a Red Army soldier. Double braided hair lamp stands in front, and a red scarf enters the eye. I feel sorry for my father,
I haven't been able to enjoy myself with my children and grandchildren since I returned home.
What's more sad is that my uncle and aunt didn't see me come back.
It's hard for the dead to cry back. Bedside or old west window. I remember the bright moonlight when I was a child, and the guest's time flashed. I was nine years old. My family told me not to come, and my words made me sour. I recall that my husband was suddenly handcuffed shortly after I got married. In those days, there was a fierce prison in the Taiwan Strait, and it was hard to get rid of old grievances. The poor girl is only three months old. With painstaking efforts and strong support, I have read all the feelings in the world. Although my husband is still alive for three years, the resentment after punishment is always difficult to calm down. I fought for a promotion according to my teaching, and my lips were full of pain all day long. I tried to laugh, but I couldn't bear to shed tears and have no name. After fifteen years of soul-stirring, it is hard to say that my heart is buckled. Occasionally I moved overseas because I was hired by a foreign book. From now on, I am glad to see that China's books and periodicals enjoy themselves, and I am also glad to see that China's fruits have made great contributions to the world. Some newspapers tried to send home letters, but it was hard to stop the wanderer from being ecstatic and having a dream of going home. At this moment, he can finally fulfill his long-cherished wish. Back home, there are many relatives and friends, and the people who visit are diligent, affectionate and delicious, and they will join hands with you. There are boats on the banks of Taoranting, and the wicker in Kunming Lake is soft.
Park, Beihai Forbidden City, the scenery is intact,
There are also works of workers and peasants in the art gallery.
There are rows of factories and houses in the suburbs, and there are new landscapes everywhere, covered with many weeds and millet, and the fertile soil of the commune is endless. The Great Wall is high in clouds and the mausoleum is gloomy.
Thousands of years of monarchy have forgotten history, and the people have been masters of the country since then. After a few days of sightseeing, I forgot to be tired and took a bus to Xiyang County, advocating that the red flag spread all over the world. What do you hear now? When Song Liying first met at the station, he was greeted with a smile. His face was covered with wind and frost, and he was a typical working people. The former village was barren and poor, with seven ditches and eight beams, only stones. If it doesn't rain, it will be a disaster, and hunger will be exiled year after year. Will you be a hero forever after you turn over from liberation? If you win Chen, you will know that success or failure lies in people. After three winters of hard work, the wolf's nest claws, chiseling stones and hoeing ice to expand the field, it is difficult to win back ambitions, and singing on the side of Hutou Mountain. In today's barren land, it has become a fertile field, increasing grain every year, and it is very autumn. Traffic frequently heard of cable car disease, crossing the valley to build a new hill. Planting fruits and vegetables in the mountains, peaches and plums are ripe and red, and there are many laughter and laughter in the kindergarten, all of which bloom like flowers. The revolution must be divided into different routes, not because the rich today have forgotten the poor before, but because of the educational gap, which has left young people with memories of hardships and hardships. What we hate is that we are in a hurry. We cherish sightseeing. If thousands of tourists come, they will look brand new. It's hard to get rid of the summer heat when you return to Beijing. It's cool and crisp in autumn. When the family gets together, you will leave, and the wanderer will leave sadly. My eldest brother was the most seriously injured when he was ill, and he was reluctant to go on a plane. He only asked the date of his return and comforted him to set a good time. Shake hands with relatives and friends repeatedly and go to the door to look back. Look at the mountains and rivers under the window and the terraces in Fu Ling. The flight arrived in Yan 'an in a flash, and the former residence rose to Phoenix Mountain first. This is a difficult day planned by the kiln, and it is not easy to meet each other successfully. Nanniwan, the mountains are green and the waters are green. In those days, soldiers dug thorns and turned northern Shaanxi into Jiangnan. I hope the rice fields are nameless. Liu Baozhai, the hero of Bai Shou, put the past behind him. There is no one in the mountains, and the paths are all opened by hand. The jungle is the curtain of the bed, a pair? The first shot.
Dig holes from the hillside, cut vines and grass, and weave baskets. I'm still studying every day. Birch bark is made of paper and charcoal. Winter is coming. I have to learn to shear wool and spin. I am glad that the autumn harvest has appeared, and potatoes and pumpkins have the smell of wild vegetables. You can be self-sufficient in the production year, and there is surplus grain in the second year. I have a strong spirit of self-reliance and self-improvement. 359 Brigade Xuanmei, I have never forgotten to learn from the previous track. Pingchou is paved with green Guanzhong, and Xi 'an has an ancient style. Before Zhou and Qin Dynasties, the land of Han, Sui and Tang Dynasties remained unchanged. The scene came to Banpo Pavilion, and there was a river between the two waters. Stone pottery remained for 6,000 years. Myanmar is far from the culture of its ancestors. The story of Mount Li illustrates the emperor. In the past, the hot springs belonged to the emperor, and they were close at hand, sad and old. Finally, they encouraged Yuyang, and now the palace is more beautiful, and the capital has been built into a sanatorium. It is recalled that there are still dangerous pavilions in the mountains. You can't stay on a hasty trip. After going to Hangzhou via Shanghai, you can catch a glimpse of Chunshen City in the morning and reminisce about the past by the Huangpu River. The racetrack hall has been turned into a hospital, and beggars can no longer be seen in the street. Foreign concessions were recovered early, factories were built by themselves, and citizens did morning exercises everywhere. It can be seen that the awareness of renewal is high, the luxury of daily habits is improved, and the national humiliation of a hundred years is temporarily eliminated. The traffic speed on the Shanghai-Hangzhou line is not enough, and the scenery in Jiangnan is not enough. Lotus pickers are painting, and the cauliflower in Sang Ma is yellow and green. Xi Zi has never been good at giving good names. At first glance, the mountains on both sides of the river have fallen and disappeared. I am happy to take a boat, sit in the mountain pavilion, vultures fly to Yang Cuifeng, and watch fish in the flower harbor and love red shadows. In a hurry, I boarded a small plane one day. I was moved to find a quiet and deep mountain and arranged my trip overnight, so I went to Hangzhou and Guilin. The mountains in Guilin rose from the ground, and the jagged rock was Moby, wandering in the blue sky, hovering down and suddenly entering the bottom of the palace. In the Millennium Dreamland, Yaotai Qiongshu and Longlong danced together, forgetting people in the process and coming out of the hole was shocking. Hanging seats in the Ming Dynasty to Yangshuo, the hundred-mile boat trip is really full of joy, the Lijiang River is soft and blue, and the green hills on both sides are green and jade. There are fish beams on the fishing beach, long green shadows planted on bamboo, and persimmon pomelo hanging in the mountains. This town has a good life and scenery. I finally enjoyed a whole day's tour and went to the west without tolerance for sunset. Cherish the poem and come again. May I finally win the League. On my way home, I stopped at Wuyang City, visited the martyrs' tomb at dawn and visited the farmers' workshop, which I will never forget. It's a pity that the wanderer can't stay long, and he failed to live up to the beauty of the famous city of Lingnan. Going abroad is still with the wind of 90 thousand, and the guests are still like flashy covers. I'm glad that after a night's hard work, I finally met Xu in the East. Twenty-five years after the birth of the motherland, it is more like a child's shoulder. He has seen his head sticking out, and he wishes the future a steady whip. Corrupt scholars are ashamed of their mistakes and gradually realize that newcomers have different views. I traveled to start seeing and learning again, and I became stupid after that. I have suffered for a long time, and I am ashamed to live at the end of the world. What's the use of carving insects? Tell me about the trip to Long song.