From Bing Xin's modern poem The Moon 1
The moon in the sky goes round and round,
It shines like a jade plate in the sea. Complete works of modern poetry
A group of fish swam over,
The tracts were broken into two or three pieces.
The fish ran away in fear,
All the way to the rock.
Looking back,
The moon is round.
Excerpt from Bing Xin's modern poem 2 "Little Fairy Tale"
To the south of the clouds,
That distant place,
A group of leaves said:
We want to be as open as flowers.
A group of flowers said:
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said:
We want to grow like trees.
Excerpt from Bing Xin's Modern Poetry 3 Pomegranate
Pomegranate blossoms.
Aunt Xia tied it.
A bright bow
Pomegranate fruit is ripe
It's Qiu's mother shaking it.
Harvest Kurenai Rin
Excerpt from Bing Xin's modern poem "Fourteen Years Old, Blue Harbor"
Life is a long river,
Fourteen years old is blue harbor,
There is a great impulse,
There are also thinking waves.
There is love, but hazy.
I don't understand, but I know one thing,
Like a river in the morning fog,
I can see it, but it's hard to tell.
I have a lot on my face,
If you have words, you won't spin on the tip of your tongue.
Innocence jumps like waves,
Never know what sadness is.
Say that boys are brave and brave,
Even if the bullet flies, it doesn't blink;
It is really timid to say that girls are timid.
I saw the bean worm jump far away.
I hope there are more exclamation points,
Let adults sit up and take notice,
But the question mark in my mind can't be pulled straight.
Weird questions often embarrass teachers.
You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals,
Ideals are constantly changing like the tide,
You want to be a hero, and he wants to be a hero,
I often take risks to be a hero.
Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor,
Fourteen years old, ideal heaven,
Start the ship of life from here,
The morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.
Excerpts from Bing Xin's modern poem "Bud"
Spring is coming.
The weather is very warm.
Come out quickly.
Bud bud
Don't just show your head.
How beautiful it is outside the bark.
Come out quickly.
The sun will give you
Put on green clothes
Spring breeze will give you.
Sweet dew
Excerpt from Bing Xin's modern poem "Fishing Fire"
The night is quiet.
river water
He's a good boy.
Listen to Mother Moon.
go to bed
The fisherman lit the fishing fire.
river water
It's like opening your eyes
talk/speak in one's sleep
Excerpt from Bing Xin's modern poem 7 "Bamboo Shoot"
calmly
Arch out of the ground
I want to inquire about it
In spring
The secret of tree green
The news of flowers blooming
Excerpt from Bing Xin's modern poem 8 "Successful Flowers"
The flower of success,
People only admire her talent now!
However, at the beginning, her bud,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
The blood rain of sacrifice is scattered everywhere.
Green shoots
Green. Bud,
The young man said:
"Develop yourself!"
Pale white flowers,
The young man said:
"Contribute yourself!"
Deep red fruit,
The young man said:
"Sacrifice yourself!"
Excerpt from the modern poem Dawn by Bing Xin.
Yan Jing's world, brilliant world-
It's dawn. Who feels I'm awake?
God, in your quiet light,
I have peace of mind, I have peace of mind.
I want to eulogize.
Attention, you should wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
Chin, chin, it's time to wake up.
Get up and praise the Lord.
At dawn,
Who feels I'm awake? Amen.
Excerpts from Bing Xin's modern poem Morning 10
Guang Xiao collapsed,
It's very bright at customs.
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Fly over the horizon, fly to the North Pole,
The horizon and the sea are full of your love.
Jesus Christ. Your love follows me,
Your fingers lead me,
Your right hand will support me,
My heart is like a bird flying in the wind.
Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.
Excerpts from Bing Xin's modern poems 1 1 Who is he?
The cream is running out.
There is only a circle of shadows left.
The branch is hurt,
There were only a few groans left,
Blow out those that don't shine,
If it doesn't bloom, break it.
Jesus Christ.
"The injured reed, he didn't break.
He won't blow out the broken lamp. "
Our light-his love,
Never ending, amen.
An excerpt from Bing Xin's modern poem Twilight (12)
Jesus Christ.
Infinite wisdom,
Infinite mystery,
Who knows?
Is that me? Is that him?
Neither,
Except that you showed him out of the light,
Jesus Christ.
Show me in the light,
It also shows the infinite him in the universe, amen.
Excerpt from Bing Xin's modern poem Midnight 13
Jesus Christ. You arranged this silent world.
Under the starlight, the sound of leaves
I heard what you said.
Where are you, where is the universe, and where are people?
God is the god of love,
The universe is the universe of love.
Is anybody there?
Jesus Christ. I thank you,
Because you taught me, amen.