Lacking sincerity or enthusiasm emotionally.
Structurally, it is a conventional and typical syllogism, and the third paragraph is sublimation.
The wording is subtle. For example, "the F gold of the sun is translated into silver, and the fire is translated into ice, which has mint flavor".
Metaphorically, it is also beautiful. Moonlight is the translator of sunshine, and snow is the translator of making the world pure. With the reflected moonlight and snow, the beautiful scenery is translated.
But I always think that the conception and emotion of poetry are the first two things, otherwise, no matter how well the words, sentences and metaphors are done, they can't be said to be good poems.
Someone upstairs said that "color" is better than "stunning", which scared me to sit on the ground. Stunning refers to the national color or extremely beautiful color of a beautiful woman. I don't know where it is higher than "color" in image. It rhymes, amazing. Can moonlight, snow and color rhyme? Take the clothes.
Of course, people will say that I am not qualified to say which poem of Yu Guangzhong is bad, but it doesn't hurt to say it. Let's express our opinions. I was shocked when Yu Guangzhong himself said that he liked Taitung.
Some people upstairs say that people only care about homesickness and don't care about Yu Guangzhong's other works, which is wrong. Because the literary circle is not equal to the life circle. In the literary circle, the afterglow is like thunder. Four Rhymes of Homesickness, Elegy, The Boy in Five Tombs, Searching for Li Bai, Death of Xiang, Remembering the Spring Festival, etc., should not be too famous. There are numerous comments and papers on the Internet. So, amazing is really because you are not good enough.
Mr. Yu is so prolific that he writes dozens of poems a year. How can he be the first at his peak? I suggest that the subject look at the poems I just mentioned and have a general understanding of Yu Guangzhong's style.
I recommend two unpopular songs to you, which are my favorite works by Yu Guangzhong in Hong Kong. I think these two songs are in line with my appreciation of the beauty of artistic conception, emotion, structure, diction and metaphor.
The pressure on the mainland is imminent, and it feels strange. Why is the distant island so kind? /It's the climbing season near Chongyang again/The typhoon came late, and the poet hasn't returned yet/Just looking at Angelica from a distance, looking east or north? /Sing when you cry, bleed or shed tears when you cry? Twenty-five years later, a painful old wound/gap is still open, surging into a rainstorm overnight (from Typhoon Night)
Question 2: The beautiful and fickle witch in "Amazing Light" specializes in moon translation. She wrote the first work of the fifth edition of "The World" from the perspective of translation, and through continuous promotion, she showed three different stunning postures. In translation, faithfulness, expressiveness and elegance all violate the convention, thus showing different styles.
Compared with the sun, the description of moonlight shows a more feminine and mysterious feeling. And snow is no longer so cold in the world, but a kind of purity and whiteness. As for the last third stunning poet, it is more worth looking forward to for readers who have no positive description. The third kind of beauty may be the spiritual sustenance of a person or a poet (such as the mainland).
Let's write so much for now. After all, I haven't seen it thoroughly, for fear of making too many mistakes.
Question 3: What do you mean by stunning afterglow? . . . Hey, Yu Guangzhong, do you know that he wrote a poem called stunning? This poem describes the two images of the moon and snow.
Question 4: There is a modern poem "In the moonlight and snow, you are my third stunning". If there is a new snow, the full moon will be in the sky.
Hao Ying is tiled below.
Bright silver flows on it.
You came to me with a smile.
Between moonlight and snow.
You are the third amazing color.
Question 5: If you choose a poem about the beginning of a new snow, the full moon will be in the sky.
Hao Ying is tiled below.
Bright silver flows on it.
You came to me with a smile.
Between moonlight and snow.
You are the third amazing color.
-Yu Guangzhong's "Amazing"
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Question 6: Please recommend Yu Guangzhong's poems, thank you! 5 points homesick Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child,
Homesickness is a small stamp,
I'm at this end,
Mom is over there.
When I grow up,
Homesickness is a narrow ticket,
I'm at this end,
The bride is over there.
Later,
Homesickness is a short grave,
I'm outside,
Mom's inside.
now
Homesickness is a shallow strait,
I'm at this end,
The mainland is over there
Looking for Li Bai
-Who's the hero who drinks crazy songs for nothing?
I still have those proud boots.
Gao Lishi raised his hand in shame and indignation, and everyone left.
Place refugees and wounded soldiers everywhere.
Practice the rhythm of Huma and Qiangdi
Leave it to Toure to lament carefully.
Since that year, he has been fascinated by Zhang Zhi.
Recognizing you as a fallen fairy makes you more pretentious.
Put a spell on a small hip flask.
Hide yourself, even your wife can't find you.
Complain that Chang' an is small and the pot is long.
In all the poems, you predicted.
It will suddenly run away, maybe tomorrow.
Only when the ship breaks the waves is the wind.
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Make enemies like a forest, everyone wants to kill.
How can cirrhosis kill you?
Wine enters the intestines, and seven points enter the moonlight.
The remaining three points into a firm but gentle roar.
Embroidered mouth spit, half a prosperous Tang Dynasty.
From Kaiyuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang
The noise of a car riding a crown running all over the road
Not as good as a song you wrote a thousand years later.
Crystal quatrains tapped me on the forehead.
Echo caused by local bombs
Enough to degrade the world.
It's embarrassing to let Yelang go again.
So far, your birthplace is still a mystery.
Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Broken Leaf City?
Why don't you go back to your hometown?
Where are you drunk? You said it was not a foreign country.
Missing is the only fate of genius.
Where will you go after death?
Apes don't cry, but Toure also advises you not to cry.
As soon as I turned around, I was bald under the prison window.
Seven immortals and five friends can't save you.
Kuangshan was locked in the fog and there was no way to get in.
The fire is completely half a grain of cinnabar.
How to chase the rosy clouds in Nie Ge's tea?
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The moon in the bottle, maybe that's your hometown.
Have you been looking up at it all your life?
Whether you go out and cry east or west.
Chang 'an has fallen.
Twenty-four Wan Li's return trip
There is no need to disturb Dapeng or recruit cranes.
Throw the glass into the air.
It spins into a flying saucer
The mysterious gegenschein is getting faster and faster.
Take you back to the legend
Mid-Autumn Festival-Yu Guangzhong
A knife to the world, cut open the moon cake.
Time is up, and day and night are divided equally.
Why is the moon in Mid-Autumn Festival round?
Want a knife to swing at the waning moon?
The blade passed by and landed on our sides.
In the middle is the Millennium storm in the South China Sea.
Loneliness is my short day.
How long is your night?
Last year was a full moon night.
* * * See ChanJuan on both sides of the strait tonight.
It is expected that I will gradually slim down like a day.
You're like a party at night.
From now on, the night is long, and I'm afraid of MUBI.
A pillow is the beginning and end of a dream.
It's your turn to come from Ling Bo instead of the East.
Or I take the wind to the southwest.
A round of opening the private mirror of thousands of households.
E is the projection of all lovers.
Cover your with sea clouds
Let me turn it over late at night
Ps: This September 13, the autumnal equinox, coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival. What a coincidence, the last time was 1943, when I was a child and didn't know where my future wife was. Mid-Autumn Festival is the night for family reunion, and autumn is the day for cutting the yin and yang. This is a beautiful contradiction.
Unique color-Yu Guangzhong
A beautiful and fickle witch, the moon
Translation is her specialty.
But it changed the world.
Turn the gold of the sun into silver.
Convert fire into ice
With a hint of mint.
Everyone who has tasted it says
Translation is totally unreliable.
But compared with the original?
But more mysterious and beautiful.
Xue is another beautiful translator.
Deliberately translating the world wrong
Or translated correctly, the poet said
Just because the original text is so wrong.
So whenever xuegu
In a six-petal parachute
Spinning in the wind.
The world suddenly
More thorough than revolution.
It has become so white.
If new snow begins, a full moon will appear in the sky.
Hao Ying is tiled below.
Bright silver flows on it.
You came to me with a smile.
Between moonlight and snow.
You are the third amazing color.
I don't know the color of moonlight and reflected snow.
How to put your true colors
-Good enough.
Translated into more beautiful colors? ...& gt& gt
Question 7: If it is the first night of new snow, the full moon is in the sky, there is a bright shadow under it, and there is bright silver on it. You come to me with a smile. Between moonlight and snow color, you are the first night of new snow, and the full moon is in the sky.
Hao Ying is tiled below.
Bright silver flows on it.
You came to me with a smile.
Between moonlight and snow.
You are the third amazing color.
-Yu Guangzhong's "Amazing"
Question 8: How many words can't be said in Yu Guangzhong's two poems?
You put it in red beans and give it to Taiping.
Then travel silently.
You have no ambition.
The turbulent situation makes you have to travel to avoid it.
From then on, you were lonely and calm.
Taiping's bright eyes are covered with autumn water.
In the wind and rain.
Taiping holds your red beans.
Hate you, why only give her a lovesick thread?
In the cool moonlight like autumn water
In the lonely sound of falling flowers
In the whimper of clear spring drifting
You sleep on a clean stone.
You dream of peaceful tears and sad sweet smiles.
You woke up with laughter.
Looking at the moon, tears fall into the mountains.
Your clear thoughts
Infiltrate red beans
In the idle thinking of red beans
You have peace.
Your pure and strong love for red beans
Accompanied by clear mountain springs
Into the hearts of future generations
Lucky offspring
Enjoy eternal spiritual peace from it.