Original text:
I always want to forget her-the barriers to the west include Beijing, Yellow River, Taihang, Fenshui Lvliang, Wutai Yungang ... and 37 million villagers!
Where is the heart? By the burning Taigang furnace, in the dark Datong coal mine, in the villages that transform the yellow land in southern Shanxi, or in Yanbei, eating bare grass-roots cattle and sheep. ...
Where is the heart? I used to live in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, a mountain ridge beyond the Great Wall, a temple filled with smoke, a yurt covered with green grass, or, accompanied by fine wine in a big city, leaning on my wife's soft and delicate chest, my life has been very comfortable. ...
Where is the heart? The circulating time worships God in awe, and even farmland, factories, shops and schools are vast and desolate, too often, democratic, civilized and prosperous. This is the ultimate ideal of mankind.
I want to think more and more, so that the sound of books coming from the cave is loud and clear, so that children can swim in the ocean of knowledge waving powerful arms.
I want to think more, let the mother's rich milk slowly drip into the child's mouth, and the baby will grow up in a warm embrace.
I want to irrigate the dry land, let the gurgling water flow on the barren plateau, let the fragrance of the soil, the early morning sunshine and the green scene become the yearning without demanding.
More and more, I want to let this old man with gray temples have food, a kang, money in his hand and rations at home.
I think more and more. Those who hold their destiny in their hands should do things, enjoy happiness, run, wave, dance and sing. Five thousand years of civilization will not make us feel sad again.
Oh, northern scenery, Lvliang Taihang, national backbone, iron wall. The turbid waves of the Yellow River lapping on the shore, endless desires from generation to generation, and the light after shooting out of the land of Sanjin.
Into it, such as fine dust, Ran Ran quietly ups and downs, covering the land of the motherland, the heart does not need to be placed. As long as there are mountains calling and water rippling in unforgettable places, the heart will shine in the process of splashing!
Appreciation: The whole poem is divided into three parts: the first part expresses the author's infinite attachment to the land of Sanjin, where he once worked, and the second part expresses his political ideal with the general idea of "I want to think more"; The third part, from "entering the play" to the end, echoes the topic and finds the answer to "heart, no need to let go". The poem is full of charm. It can be said that it is a lyric poem with memories, nostalgia, disappointment and expectation. Is a person who is interested in his career but frustrated and unhappy. He lamented that time waits for no one, but he is late and his ambition is not paid. He deeply misses tens of millions of people in Shanxi and his former career and dreams. The five consecutive words "think about it" in the poem may also be the expression of his consistent dedication to work, but more importantly, it should be the concrete expression of his ambition to do something new in Shanxi after he resigned from Beijing. Unfortunately, this ambition to serve the country has now been destroyed by the ruthless reality of the elderly, and the old man has to swallow his voice just to be in a daze.