My memory is loyal to me,
More loyal than my best friend.
It lives on burning cigarettes,
It lives on a pen painted with lilies,
It lives in an old box,
It feeds on fallen raspberries,
It lives in a half-drunk bottle,
On the torn poems in the past, on the dried flowers,
On the dim lamp, on the calm water,
Of all things with and without souls,
It is everywhere, just like me in this world.
It's timid, it's afraid of people's noise,
But when I am lonely, it comes to visit me.
Its voice is very low,
But its words are long, long,
Very long, very trivial, never willing to rest;
Its words are very old-fashioned, always telling the same story.
It has a harmonious tone and always sings the same tune.
Sometimes it imitates the voice of a girl who loves focus.
Its voice is weak,
But also with tears, with a sigh.
Its visit is still uncertain,
At any time, at any place,
Often when I have gone to bed, I feel sleepy;
Or choose an early morning,
People will say it's impolite,
But we are old friends.
This is trivial and will never stop.
Unless I cry sadly,
Or fell asleep,
But I will never hate it,
Because it is loyal to me.
Creative background: My memory was written after the failure of the Great Revolution in 1927. Young intellectuals at that time fell into a state of depression, hesitation and escape because they could not find hope and way out in the face of dark times. Their inner confusion was the main feature of the inner spirit of modernist poetry at that time.
This poem is a memory of the poet chewing on his past life, and it was written in his mood. This memory is loyal and cordial, a bosom friend who comforts life, and a mixed feeling of sadness and joy.
In order to write this state of mind, the poet personifies his memory and expresses this abstract emotion with various concrete and vivid images, so that readers can directly feel the emotion and spirit conveyed by the poet, which is very rich in the beauty of freestyle poetry and prose.
2, "Autumn Night Thoughts"
Who moves the knife ruler?
The heart also needs autumn clothes.
Listen to Jiao Ren's call,
Listen to Konoha's breath!
The wind blows from all directions,
Eavesdropping on the broken voice inside.
The poet said: the heart is a piano.
Who has heard of ancient Chun Xue?
Comfort for the dead who know the truth,
Someone hung it on the treetop,
For the sake of nature-
But the floating sound I've heard before.
And broken paulownia, Wu Si,
It will only make people think of the New Year from the string column.
Creation background:1In the spring of 935, Dai Wangshu, who studied in France, returned from Paris. He lost his old love and first love-Shi Jiangnian, the sister of his friend Shi Zhecun. In the grief of lovelorn love, he looked for new warmth, and soon fell in love with Mu Liying's sister Mu Lijuan and became a partner.
In this poem, Dai Wangshu, with the sensitivity of a poet, feels the coldness from the surface of autumn night to the inner cold. The heart is a harp, and "Broken Wu Si extremely" is a broken heart. Although the heart has been hurt, but not dead, there is still hope, "thinking about the New Year from the string".
This poem is the masterpiece of Dai Wangshu's transformation from symbolism poetry to realism in the middle period, E69DA5E6Ba90E79FA5E98193313331356636. Dai Wangshu's poem Autumn Night Thoughts was written on July 6, 1935/kloc-0, and later included in the collection of poems "The Years of Disaster" published by Shanghai Xingqun Publishing House in February, 1948 (this collection of poems was the last one published by Dai Wangshu before his death).