Collect some of Ai Qing’s poems

Snow is falling on the land of China

Snow is falling on the land of China.

The cold is blocking China...

Wind,

like a too sad old woman

following closely

stretching out cold fingers

Pulling at the skirts of pedestrians,

Using something as old as your land

Nuttering non-stop...

The one who emerged from the forest,

Driving a carriage

You Chinese farmer,

wearing a fur hat,

braving the heavy snow

Where are you going?

Tell you

I am also a descendant of farmers——

Because of your

faces full of painful wrinkles

I can so deeply

understand

the hardships of the

times of people living on the grassland.

And I

am not happier than you

——Lying on the river of time

The waves of suffering

I have been swallowed up and rolled up several times——

Wandering and imprisonment

I have lost the most precious days of my youth,

My life

is as haggard as your life

Snow falls on the land of China,

The cold is blocking China...

Along the river on a snowy night,

A small oil lamp is moving slowly,

In the broken awning boat

Reflecting the light, the head is lowered

Who is sitting there? ah?

——Ah, you

an unkempt young woman,

isn’t it

your home

——The nest of happiness and warmth

Has it been burned down by the violent enemy

Is it

at night like this,

losing the protection of a man,

in the terror of death

You have been teased by the enemy's bayonet 7

Ahem, on such a cold night

Countless

our old mothers ,

Just like foreigners

I don’t know what kind of journey tomorrow’s wheels will take

——And

China’s roads

are so rugged and

so muddy.

Snow falls on the land of China:

The cold is blocking China...

Those areas gnawed by the beacon fire,

Countless cultivators of the land

lost the livestock they raised

lost their fertile fields

crowded in

In the desperate alley of life;

The hungry earth

Stretching out to the dark sky

Stretching out to beg for help

Shaking arms.

China’s pain and disaster

It is as vast and long as this snowy night!

Snow falls on the land of China,

The cold is blocking China...

China,

Am I there? Can the weak poems written by the light of the night

give you some warmth?

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North

The poet on the Kelqin grassland

said to me:

"The north is sad."

Yes,

The North is sad.

The desert wind blowing from outside the Great Wall

has swept away the green of life in the north

With the brilliance of time,

——a dim gray-yellow color,

covered with a layer of sand and fog that cannot be uncovered;

There is a lot of danger on the other side. The rushing roar,

bringing terror,

crazy

sweeping across the earth

the desert wilderness

Frozen in the cold wind of October;

The village,

The ancient city,

The hillside,

The river bank,

the ruins and the barren graves,

are all covered with earth-colored melancholy...

The lonely pedestrian,

Bent forward

His hands covered his cheeks,

In the wind and sand

It was difficult to breathe,

Step by step

Struggling forward...

A few donkeys

—the beasts with sad eyes

and tired ears,

Carrying the weight of the land

the pain,

their tired footsteps,

stepped slowly

Northland

The long and lonely road...

Those small rivers have dried up long ago

The bottom of the river is full of cars.

The land and people in the north

are longing for

the flowing spring that nourishes life!

Dead forest trees

and low houses,

sparsely

scattered gloomily

Under the dark sky;

In the sky,

the sun is not visible,

only the large group of wild geese

The panicked flock of geese,

beat their black wings,

calling out their restlessness and sorrow,

from this desolate area Fleeing,

Fleeing to

the green and shaded south...

The north is sad;

And the thousands of miles of the Yellow River

The surging turbid waves,

pour disasters and misfortunes into the vast north

;

And the wind and frost of the times,

Describes

the poverty and hunger of the vast north

And I

——this traveler from the south,

but I love this sad northern country.

The wind and sand blowing against my face

and the cold air that penetrates my bones,

never made me curse;

I love this sad country,

A vast desert,

also aroused my admiration:

——I saw

our ancestors

Leading the flock,

playing the flute,

immersed in the dusk of the desert...

We are walking

The ancient

soft loess layer,

buried with the bones of our ancestors,

——This land was cultivated by them ,

For thousands of years

They have been here

Fighting against the nature that struck them,

They fought for Defend the land

Never humiliated once,·

They died

Leave the land to us——

I love this The sad land,

its vast and barren land,

brings us simple words

and broad gestures,

I believe: these words and gestures

live strong on the earth,

never perish;

I love this sad country

Ancient land,

This land has nurtured the people I love

The hardest in the world

With the oldest race.

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Winter Pond

Give W. I.

A pond in winter,

As lonely as an old man’s heart——

A heart that has experienced the bitterness of the world;

Winter The pond in winter is as dry as an old man's eyes -

The eyes have lost their brilliance due to hard work;

The pond in winter is as dry as an old man's eyes.

Barren like an old man’s hair——

Sparse and gray hair like frost grass

Winter swamp,

Gloomy like a sad The old man——

The old man is hunched under the gloomy sky.

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Trolley

In the area where the Yellow River flows

On countless dry river bottoms

The handcart

is sent out with only one wheel

The sharp sound that makes the dark sky convulse

The buds pass through the cold and silence

From the foot of this mountain

to the foot of that mountain

Thoroughly Ringing

The sorrow of the people of the North

On the frozen days

Between the poor villages

Handcart

With a single wheel

A deep track carved on the gray loess layer

Through the vastness and desert

From this Road

To which road

Intertwined

The sorrow of the people of the North

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Era

I stand under the low eaves

In a trance Looking at the wild hills

and the high and empty sky,

I felt like I had experienced some miracle for a long time,

I saw a shining Thing

It inspires my heart like the sun,

with a heavy roar in the sky,

with a roar like a storm,

It was rolling in and out...

I was fascinated by it and cheered! '

When I heard from the other side of the snow-capped mountains covered with clouds

I heard the bumpy sound of huge wheels on the uneven road

Like those rushing to get married. The Tie Bridegroom

——Even though I know what it brings to me

is not the carnival of the festival

or the laughter at the circus

But it is a scene more cruel than a thousand slaughterhouses,

But I still run towards it

with the passion that a life can exert.

I am not a weak person - I will not be complacent,

I am not someone who can comfort or deceive myself

I am not satisfied with what the world has given me

——Whether it is honor, whether it is shame

no matter it is the gloomy gaze and the hatred like the night

and people’s eyes because of it Shining happiness

I feel empty in a place you don’t know

Give me the world to live in

I always have my arms outstretched

I want to climb mountains

I want to cross the sea

I want to welcome higher praises, greater slanders

More inexplicable resentments, and more A fatal blow——

All because I want to rise from the deep groove of time...

Without the individual, the pain will be worse than mine——

I am loyal to the times and dedicated to the times, but I am silent

Reluctantly, like a captured prisoner

Silent before being escorted to the execution ground

I am silent because I don’t have loud enough words

Like early summer thunder rolling across the cloudy sky

Shu letting my passion out of my violent shouts

Dedicate yourself to the thing that excites and surprises me

I love it more than anything I have ever loved

I am willing to deliver for its arrival out of my life

Delivered to it from my inner body to my soul

I looked so humble in front of it

I even wanted to lie down on my back On the ground

Let its feet step across my chest like a road

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Dayanhe——my nanny

Dayanhe is my nanny.

Her name is the name of the village where she was born,

She is a child bride,

Dayanhe is my nanny.

I am the son of a landlord;

I also grew up eating the milk of Dayanhe

The son of Dayanhe.

Dayan River raised her family by raising me,

And I was raised by eating your milk,

Dayan River, My nanny.

Dayan River, the snow I saw today reminded me of you:

Your grass-covered tomb weighed down by snow,

Your closure The dead tiles on the eaves of your former residence,

Your 1-foot-square garden that has been mortgaged,

The moss-covered stone chairs in front of your door,

Dayanhe, the snow I saw today reminded me of you.

You held me in your arms and stroked me with your thick palms;

After you set up the stove,

After you patted me away After you get rid of the charcoal ash on your apron,

After you taste that the rice is cooked,

After you put the black sauce bowl on the black table,

After you mended your sons’ clothes that were torn by the thorns on the mountainside,

After you wrapped up the child’s hand that was injured by a hatchet,

After you strangled the lice on the husband's shirts one by one,

After you picked up the first egg of the day,

you used your His thick palms held me in his arms and caressed me.

I am the son of a landlord.

After I drank up all your milk from Dayan River,

I was taken back to my own by my parents who gave birth to me. Home.

Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying?

I am a new guest in the home of my parents who gave birth to me!

I touched the red lacquered and carved furniture,

I touched the golden patterns on my parents’ bed,

I stared blankly at the eaves. I didn’t recognize the plaque of “Family Relationships and Music”,

I touched the silk and shell buttons of my newly put on clothes,

I looked at the baby in my mother’s arms. Unfamiliar sister,

I am sitting on a painted kang stool with a fire bowl,

I am eating white rice that has been ground three times,

But, I am so coy and uneasy! Because I

I became a new guest in the home of my parents.

Dayan River, for life,

After she drained out her lotion,

she began to work with her arms that hugged me;

She washed our clothes with a smile on her face,

With a smile on her face, she carried the vegetable basket to the frozen pond at the edge of the village,

With a smile in her mouth, she cut radishes with ice chips,

With a smile in her mouth, she scooped out the wheat grains eaten by the pigs with her hands,

With a smile in her mouth, she fanned The fire of the stew stove was burning,

With a smile, she carried the basket and went to the square

After drying the soybeans and wheat,

Dayan River , in order to live,

After she drained out her lotion,

she hugged my arms and worked.

Dayanhe loves her baby deeply;

During the New Year, for him, she is busy cutting the candies of winter rice,

for him , often quietly walked to her house at the edge of the village.

For him, he walked to her side and called "Mom",

Dayan River painted him bright red. The big green Guan Yunchang

pasted on the wall beside the stove,

Dayanhe would boast to her neighbors about her baby;

Dayanhe once I had a dream that I couldn’t tell anyone:

In the dream, she was eating her baby’s wedding wine,

sitting in the gloriously decorated hall,

And her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately calls her "mother-in-law"

…………

Dayanhe loves her breasts deeply!

Dayanhe was dead before she woke up from her dream.

When she died, her baby was not by her side.

When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her.

Five sons , everyone cried sadly,

When she died, she gently called out the name of her baby,

Dayanhe, was dead,

When she died, her baby was not by her side.

The Dayan River went away in tears!

With the humiliation of more than forty years of human life,

With the misery of countless slaves,

With four dollars A coffin and a few bunches of straw,

With a few feet of land where the coffin was buried,

With a handful of paper money and ashes,

Dayan She went to the river with tears in her eyes.

This is what Dayanhe doesn’t know:

Her drunken husband is dead,

The eldest son became a bandit,

The second died in the smoke of artillery fire,

The third, the fourth, the fifth

And I, I am writing a spell for this unfair world.

When I returned to my hometown after a long wandering,

in the mountainside, in the fields,

When the brothers met, they were older than sixty-seven. We need to be closer than before!

This, this is what you, Dayanhe, who is sleeping quietly

, don’t know!

Dayanhe, your baby is in prison today,

Writing a hymn to you,

To you the purple under the loess Soul,

To your outstretched hand that embraced me,

To your lips that kissed me,

To your mud-black My gentle face,

to your breasts that nourished me,

to your sons, my brothers,

to the great Everything on earth,

My nannies and their sons,

give to the river who loves me as her own son.

Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk

Your son

I respect you

Love you!

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Dawn Notice

For my prayer

Poet, get up

And please tell them

that what they are waiting for is coming

Say that I have come through the dew

I have come under the guidance of the last star

I have come from the east

Come from the turbulent sea

I will bring light to the world

And I will bring warmth to mankind

Lend me the mouth of an upright man

Please bring my message

Inform the humans whose eyes are burning with longing

and the distant cities and villages immersed in suffering

Ask them to welcome me

Herald of the day, messenger of light

Open all the windows to welcome

Open all the doors to welcome

Please sound the whistle to welcome

Please blow the horn to welcome

Ask the sweeper to clean the street

Ask the moving truck to move Garbage

Let the workers walk in the streets at a broad pace

Let the vehicles flow through the square in a glorious procession

Please let the villages also be free from moisture Wake up in the fog

Open their fences to welcome me

Ask the village women to open their chicken sheds

Ask the farmers to take out the cattle from the sheds

Inform them with your warm mouth

Say that I come from the other side of the mountain and from the other side of the forest

Ask them to clean up those sun-drenched

And those ever-filthy patios

Please open the window with floral paper

Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets on it

Please wake up the attentive woman

And the snoring man

Please wake up the young lover

And those sleepy girls

Please wake up the sleepy mother

and the baby beside her

Please wake up everyone

Even those who are sick and pregnant

Even the aging people

The people groaning in bed

Even the wounded who fought for justice

And those who lost their hometown And the displaced refugees

Please wake up all the unfortunate ones

I will give them comfort

Please wake up all those who love life

Workers, technicians and painters

Invite singers to sing and welcome

Use the sound of grass and dew

Invite to dance Dancers come to welcome

Put on their white mist dressing gown

Please wake up those healthy and beautiful ones

Say that I will come to knock soon Their windows and doors

Please be faithful to the poet of time

Bring comfort news to mankind

Please prepare them to welcome, please prepare to welcome all people

I will arrive when the rooster crows for the last time

Ask them to gaze at the horizon with pious eyes

I will give the most loving kindness to all who are waiting for me. Megumi's Glory

While the night is almost over, please tell them

that what they have been waiting for is coming

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Give the sun

In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,

I am happy to see your brilliance;

——Although I was still sleepy last night,

and was entangled by countless nightmares.

Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean brilliance,

shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time,

coating the window paper with a light yellow color like pollen,

Embedded in light blue and neat grid shadows,

I was filled with gratitude, got up from the bed,

opened the windows and doors that had been closed all winter. ,

Let you spread the bright tablecloth made of pure gold silk on my table by the window.

So, I was surprised to see you:

Such a truth that leaves no room for doubt.

You are standing on the top of the mountain opposite,

And smile so brightly.

I opened my eyes hard to look at you,

I longed to capture your image,

How intense, how trance-like, how solemn!

Your light hurts my pupils.

O sun, you immortal philosopher,

You bring happiness to the world,

Even the most unfortunate person sees you,

I also feel your comfort in my heart.

You are the forger of time,

The gilder of a beautiful life;

You cast the days into countless golden wheels,

Flying in the ancient wasteland...

If it weren't for you, the sun,

all life would be crawling in the darkness,

even if it has wings, it can only Like a bat

flying in the eternal night.

I love you like people love their mothers.

You nurture my concepts and thoughts with light and heat——

Enable me to live passionately and for Ideal and painful,

until my life is taken away by death.

After a long and lonely winter,

Today, I want to go up to the top of the mountain,

Take off my clothes and be naked,

Bathe my soul in your light...

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Fish fossils

How lively their movements are,

How energetic they are,

jumping in the waves,

Floating and sinking in the sea;

Unfortunately, you encounter a volcanic eruption

It may also be an earthquake.

You lose your freedom.

You are taken into custody. dust;

How many millions of years have passed,

the geological exploration team members,

found you in the rock formations,

still lifelike.

But you are silent,

not even sighing,

the scales and fins are intact,

but you can’t move;

You are absolutely still,

have no reaction to the outside world,

cannot see the sky and water,

cannot hear the sound of waves.

Staring at a piece of fossils,

Fools also learn a lesson:

Without movement,

there is no life.

To live is to struggle,

to advance in the struggle,

even if one dies,

the energy must be fully exerted.

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Tiger clam

Beautiful tiger spots

gleaming on you

What makes you so polished

More delicate than the finest porcelain

Harder than a pure white gemstone

Oval and smooth like a goose egg

Can’t find one with a needle tip Scars

How many years on the seabed of despair

Walling in the vast waves

A suit of armor made of jade_

Protect the most vulnerable Injured life

If it weren’t for the accidental waves that brought me to the beach

I never thought I could see such beautiful sunshine

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Being discovered by each other

——Title "Chang Lin Diamond ”

Wuhua Tianbao

Outstanding people

——Wang Bo

I don’t know how many billions of years

Be deeply Buried deep in the ground

Existence equals non-existence,

Even hope is suffocated

A girl dug deep into the earth

Suddenly See it jump out

The girl's eyes and the diamond

shine at the same time

Like turning on a switch

In a flash Time

The two lights shine on each other

Amazing at each other's beauty

The dazzling diamond

Like a piece of pale yellow sunshine

Lighting up the land of the motherland

Foretelling that there are countless treasures underground

The shining diamond

No substance is harder than it

The girl contributed it to the country

Used it to knock on the door of industry

Chang Lin Brigade got the diamond

The diamond came with brilliance In the world

What is more brilliant than diamonds

is the girl’s love for her motherland.

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The lost years

Unlike lost baggage

which can be found at the lost and found office,

lost years

I don’t even know where it was lost——

Some disappeared piecemeal.

Some have been lost for ten or twenty years,

Some have been lost in noisy cities,

Some have been lost in distant wilderness,

Some are in crowded stations,

Some are deserted under small oil lamps;

What is lost is not like a piece of paper, you can pick it up

It’s more like a bowl of water dropped to the ground

It has been dried in the sun, and there is no shadow;

Time is a flowing liquid——

Use It cannot be salvaged with sieves or nets;

Time cannot become a solid,

it would be better to become a fossil,

even if it takes tens of thousands of years i can also be found in rock formations

Time is also like a gas,

like the smoke from a speeding train!

The lost years are like a friend,

the contact has been cut off, and after some suffering,

suddenly got the news; talk about him

Has long since left this world

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Bonsai

They all seem to be relics from ancient times

The plants here have become minerals

The trunk is made of bronze and the handle is made of wire

Even the leaves are bronze in color

In the antique courtyard

Not cold in winter, not hot in summer

Using rosewood and mahogany shelves

It also shows their prominent status

In fact, they are all products of misfortune

Have long lost their true nature

In various flower pots

Suffered all kinds of oppression and grievance

Every process of growth

There is the entanglement of wires and the torture of knives and scissors

Being at the mercy of others and unable to stretch freely

Part of it develops, part of it shrinks

Using imbalance as the standard

A typical example of incompleteness,

Like old people with rickets,

boasted grotesque faces

Some had their abdomens protruded,

Some had their roots exposed

Leave a few curved twigs

Sesame-sized leaves indicate youth

Like a group of war-torn wounded soldiers

Support Living a crippled life

However, all flowers and trees

should have their own world

The roots must absorb nutrients from the soil

Branches and leaves withstand rain, dew and sunlight

Freely stretch and develop normally

Feeling comfortable under the sky

Accept the caress of nature

Emit Respective fragrance

Now everything is reversed

The young are getting older and the old are getting smaller

To satisfy people’s curiosity

Showing off the skills of a flower grower

The softness can be twisted around the fingers

The grass and trees are silent but the ax is added

Perhaps this is also an art

But he wrote all the ridicule of freedom

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To the female sculptor Zhang Dedi

The hair flows from your fingers

Like undulating waves

The years are left on your forehead Hardship

Your eyes are flowing out from your fingers

Sad eyes

Your lips are pursed tightly

It is flowing out from your fingers There is a me

With my breathing

With my body temperature

But I am silent

Perhaps it is unfortunate

My life has been extended because of you

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I love this land

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This is destroyed by the storm The battered land,

the ever-raging river of our sorrow and indignation,

the endlessly blowing angry wind,

and the The extremely gentle dawn in the forest...

——Then I died,

Even my feathers rotted in the earth.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply...

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The sun

From ancient tombs

From the dark ages

From beyond the stream of human death

Shocking the sleeping mountains

If the fire wheel is spinning on the sand dunes

The sun is rolling towards me...

It is difficult to The hidden light

makes life breathe

makes tall trees and branches dance to it

makes rivers rush to it with wild songs

When When it came, I heard

The chrysalis of winter insects turning underground

The crowds were talking loudly in the open field

The city from afar

Summon it with electricity and steel

And my heart

was torn apart by the hands of fire

A stale soul

Abandoned by the river

I am convinced of the rebirth of mankind

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Coal's Dialogue

——A-Y. R

Where do you live?

I live in the mountains that have lasted for ten thousand years

I live in the rocks that have lasted for ten thousand years

Your age——

I I am older than a mountain

I am older than a rock

When did you become silent?

From the time when dinosaurs ruled the forest

From the time when the earth's crust first shook

Have you died in excessive resentment?

Death? No, no, I'm still alive -

Please give me fire, give me fire!

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Beggars

In the North

Beggars are wandering on both sides of the Yellow River

Wandering on both sides of the railways

In the North

Beggars are using the most irritating Bored voices

Crying out pain

Said they come from disaster areas

Come from war zones

Hunger is terrible

It makes the old lose their kindness

The young learn to hate

In the north

The beggar stares with stubborn eyes

You

Look at whatever food you are eating

And the way you pick your teeth with your nails

In the north

Beggars stretch out The retracted hand

The black hand

asking for a coin

from anyone

even those who cannot give out a coin Soldier

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Bridge

When land and land are divided by water,

When roads and roads are cut off by water,

Smart human beings stand by the water:

Then the bridge was born.

Human beings who are suffering from trekking should be grateful to the bridge.

The bridge is the connection between land and land;

The bridge is the love between rivers and roads;

The bridge is the station where ships and vehicles nod in salute;

The bridge is a place where boats wave goodbye to walkers.

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Tree

A tree, a tree

Standing isolated from each other

Wind and air

Telling the distance between them

But under the cover of soil

Their roots grow

In invisible depths

They entangle their roots