I am the lover of the coast. Love brings us close to each other, but air separates us. I came here with the blue sea and Danxia, in order to integrate my silvery white spray with the coast paved with Jinsha; I use my body fluid to cool its heart, so don't get too hot.
In the morning, I made a vow in my lover's ear, so he held me tightly in his arms; At night, I sang a prayer of love, so he kissed me. I am stubborn by nature and impatient; My wife is very patient, very patient. When the tide came, I hugged him; When the tide receded, I fell at his feet.
How many times have I danced around mermaids when they emerged from the bottom of the sea and sat on the rocks enjoying the starry sky? How many times, when my lover confided his lovelorn pain to a handsome girl, I sighed with him and helped him to confide his feelings; How many times I drank at the same table with the reef, it didn't move. I laughed with it, and it didn't laugh. How many people I saved from the sea and let them live; How many pearls have I stolen from the bottom of the sea as gifts for beautiful women?
In the dead of night, everything was asleep, but I stayed up all night; Sometimes singing, sometimes sighing. Oh! A sleepless night makes me look haggard. Even though I am full of love, the true meaning of love is sobriety. This is my life; This is my life's work.
2. Song of Rain
I am a bright silver thread. God sent me down from the sky and naturally took me to decorate Qianshan. I am a bright pearl, scattered from the crown of the goddess Ashtar, so my daughter stole me in the morning to mosaic the green fields.
I cry, but the mountains and rivers are happy; I fell, but the flowers and plants held their heads high, straightened their waist and opened their smiles. Clouds and fields are lovers, and I am the messenger between them: this one is thirsty, and I will quench it; I was lovesick, so I went to treat it.
Thunder rumbled like a sword, clearing the way for me; A rainbow hangs in the sky, announcing the end of my trip. The same is true of earthly life: it begins under the iron hoof of domineering material and ends in the embrace of silent death. I rose from the lake and soared on the wings of ether. As soon as I saw the beautiful garden, I fell down, kissed the lips of the flowers, embraced the green branches and leaves, and made the vegetation more moist and charming.
In the silence, I tapped the glass on the window with my slender fingers, so this tapping constituted a kind of music, which lit up those sensitive hearts. I am a sigh of the sea, a tear in the sky and a smile in the field. What a cool love it is: it is a sigh in the sea of feelings, a tear in the sky of thoughts, and a smile in the field of mind.
3. Beautiful song
I am the guide of love, the wine of the spirit and the delicacy of the soul. I am a rose, facing the morning light and opening my heart, so the girl took off my branches, kissed me and put me on her chest. I am the home of happiness, the source of happiness and the beginning of comfort. I am a smile on a girl's lips. When young people saw me, they suddenly threw their fatigue and distress out of the cloud nine, making their life a stage for beautiful dreams.
I inspire poets, instruct painters and teach musicians. I am the smiling eyes of children looking back. When my loving mother sees me, she can't help but worship, praise and thank God. I appeared to Adam through Eve's body, making him like my slave. In front of King Solomon, I turned into a beautiful woman and made him fall in love, which made him become Tessa and a poet.
I smiled at Helen. Troy was in ruins. I crowned Claire Batra, and the Nile Valley became full of laughter and joy. I am nature, I arrange vicissitudes, I am God, and life and death are my masters. When I am gentle, I am better than the fragrance of violets; When I was in trouble, I overcame the storm. People! I am the truth, I am the truth, you have to remember this.
4. Song of Flowers
I am the word of nature. It said it, took it back, hid me in my heart, and then said it again … I am a star, falling from the green sky. I am the daughter of all elements: winter gave birth to me; Spring makes me open; Summer makes me grow; Autumn makes me sleepy. I am a gift from relatives and friends, the crown of the wedding, and the last sacrifice of the living to the dead.
In the morning, I face the morning wind and the light; In the evening, I saw the horse off with me. I swayed on the Yuan Ye to make the scenery in Yuan Ye more charming; I breathe in the breeze, which makes it fragrant. When I take a nap, thousands of sparkling eyes look at me in the night sky; When I woke up, my big one-eyed eyes stared at me during the day.
I drank the nectar made of morning dew and listened to the birds chirping and singing; I dance and the grass applauds me. I always look up at the sky and am fascinated by the light. I never feel sorry for myself, nor am I narcissistic. These philosophies are not fully understood by human beings.
5, the song of happiness
I love my lover deeply. I long for him, and he is infatuated with me. However, how unfortunate! There is a third party in this love, which makes me suffer and makes him suffer. The domineering opponent named "Liao" followed us and never left; She is like a poisonous snake, trying to break us up.
I looked for my lover in the wild, by the lake and among the trees, but I couldn't find him. Because the material has fascinated his mind, he was taken into the city and went to the place where he was intoxicated and ran amok.
I looked for him in the palace of knowledge and wisdom, but I couldn't find him, because the material-that vulgar woman had led him into the castle of individualism and made him fall into the quagmire of debauchery. I looked for him in the contented night, but I couldn't find him, because my rival in love had locked him in a greedy cave, which made him unable to fill the demand.
At dawn, the morning glow was golden. I called him, but he didn't hear me, because the nostalgia for the past made it difficult for him to sleep. At night, everything is silent. When Fang Qun was asleep, I played with him, but he ignored me, because the longing for the future occupied his whole mood.
My lover loves me and pursues me in his works, but he can only find me in the works of the creator. He wants to associate with me in the splendid building built with the bones of the weak, in the golden hill and silver pile; But I can only meet him on the emotional river bank, in the humble hut built by the creator. He wants to kiss me in front of tyrants and executioners; I only let him kiss my lips quietly in pure filaments. He tried his best to find the media to fix us up, but the matchmaker I hired was an honest and selfless job-a beautiful job.
My lover learned to shout from my rival in love. But I will teach him to shed soothing tears from his heart and sigh for self-reliance and Excellence. My lover belongs to me and I belong to him.
Extended data
Song group, like general philosophical poems, also adopts personification, but it is different from general philosophical poems. It does not aim at drawing a certain philosophy, and eventually forms an image with rich perceptual content, which is difficult to abstract into simple truth.
In Song of the Waves, the waves are passionately and deeply infatuated with the lover's shore. With the help of the love image of the waves and the coast, the author expressed his unswerving feelings and ardent love for the motherland with twists and turns. The image of the waves is that of a philanthropist, from which we can see the poet's own shadow. Poets are the guardians of all kinds of beautiful things in the world.
In Song of Rain, by describing the full love of rain for the coast and all things in the world, the image of a devotee and messenger is portrayed, which nourishes all things and connects distant things. It shows the author's love for nature and life and praises the selfless devotees.
Brief introduction of the author
Ji Bolun (1883- 193 1), who was expelled from the Lebanese literary world for writing some extreme articles, is a philosophical poet and an outstanding painter. Like Tagore, he is a pioneer of modern oriental literature to the world. At the same time, he is also the main founder of modern Arab novels and artistic prose, and one of the pioneers of Arab new literature road in the 20th century.
During his short and brilliant life journey, Ji Bolun experienced displacement, bereavement, love twists and turns, debt and illness. He was born in a farmhouse in the mountains of northern Lebanon. The beautiful scenery of the strange mountains in his hometown gave him artistic inspiration. /kloc-when he was 0/2 years old, he went to America with his mother because he couldn't stand the brutal rule of the Ottoman Empire, and lived a poor life in Boston Chinatown.
1898, 15-year-old Ji Bolun returned to the motherland to study national history and culture and understand Arab society. Just over a year after 1902 returned to the United States, the disease took away his mother and three other relatives. He made a living by writing and selling paintings, and struggled with his sister who cut and sewed clothes at the bottom of Jin and Yuan Dynasties. 1908, he was lucky to get the financial support of his friends to study painting in Paris, and was personally taught and guided by Rodin and other art masters.
19 1 1 After he returned to the United States, he lived in new york for a long time, engaged in literary and painting creation, and led the cultural trend of Arab expatriates. When he felt that death was coming, he was determined to make the fire of his life burn more vigorously, so he ignored his illness and sat at his desk all day until he died young at the age of 48.
Ji Bolun is an artist who loves the motherland and all mankind. In the last few years of his life, he wrote a poem "The Hazy Motherland", which spread all over the Arab world. He eulogized the motherland of his loved ones all his life: "You are in our soul-fire and light; You are in my chest-my throbbing heart. " Love and beauty are the themes of Ji Bolun's works. He once said: "The whole earth is my motherland, and all mankind is my folks."
He opposes ignorance and triteness. He loves freedom, advocates justice, and dares to declare war on tyranny and hypocritical saints. He is not afraid of being called a "madman" and calls for the burial of all "Prometheans" who do not keep pace with the times; He opposes moaning and boasting; It advocates writing people's voices with "blood".
Literature and painting are the wings of Jibo's artistic life. Ji Bolun's early works are mainly novels, while his later works are mainly prose poems. In addition, there are poems, poetic dramas, literary reviews, letters and so on. The Prophet is the pinnacle of Ji Bolun's entry into the world literary world. It has been translated into more than 20 languages and published all over the world.
Ji Bolun's painting style, like his poetry style, was influenced by the English poet william blake, so the literary world called him "the black man of the 20th century". Ji Bolun's paintings are full of romanticism and symbolism and occupy a unique position in the Arab painting world. He created about 700 exquisite oil paintings in his life, most of which were collected by American Art Museum and Lebanese Ji Bolun Memorial Hall.
As early as 1923, five prose poems of Ji Bolun were first introduced to China by Mr. Mao Dun. Bing Xin's translation of The Prophet has opened a literary window for China readers to understand Ji Bolun. In recent ten years, some works of Ji Bolun have been published in China. This proud Lebanese literary figure has more and more intimate friends in China.
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