I won't lie to you. I'm not a poet, although I love the faithfulness of Baishi.
Pine trees and the sea, crows carrying the sunset, bats' wings woven in the dusk.
You know I love heroes and mountains, and I love the national flag flying in the wind.
From goose yellow to bronze chrysanthemum. Remember that my food is a pot of bitter tea!
But there is another me. Are you scared? Thought is like a fly, crawling in the trash can.
Appreciate:
This poem consists of two sections. The first section is the poet's "confession", which shows his patriotic feelings in all directions; The second section is a supplement to the poet's "confession", which is the poet's self-disclosure of his other side. The whole poem has a strong contrast. In prosodic form, sentence patterns are generally neat, harmonious and catchy.
Extended data:
Creative background:
This poem is written about 1927. After the poet 1925 returned to China, there was a strong conflict between the ardent expectations of the motherland abroad and the warlord's arbitrariness and political corruption he saw after returning home. When writing this poem, it is also a time for the poet to get in touch with real life and rethink himself.
In the eyes of poets, real "poets" have their own characteristics. In addition to these characteristics, the poet made self-reflection and self-dissection in this poem, which is for "repentance".
He believes that "only a thinker who dares to face up to his weaknesses is a truly great thinker, and only a poet who dares to express his weaknesses is a great poet."