Spring water (104)
The fish came up,
A bug is floating on the water-
In this do or die, my fragile heart,
Suddenly I trembled.
(viewpoint)
This poem fully shows Bing Xin's sympathy. Bing Xin can make a tiny fish touch his heart and make him feel pity for the fish. From this point, we can see a new noble character, which is very valuable. Some people are in sharp contrast with Bing Xin. Some people don't touch their hearts like Bing Xin when they kill people, let alone people! ! One of the most wonderful parts of this poem is: this little success or death, my fragile heart,
Suddenly I trembled. This sentence fully describes the eleventh small fight to the death. Only in this way can we fully appreciate Bing Xin's treasure of life and sympathy for the weak!
Fanxing spring
Farewell!
I can't bear to leave you,
But I miss my mother.
(viewpoint)
This poem is about the pain of parting. I'm afraid everyone left in the same mood as Bing Xin. I think "you" in the poem refers to his bosom friend. Although I was reluctant to leave him, I chose my mother among my friends and my mother. I think the best word in this poem is bitter memories, which should be very painful memories when he was separated from his mother for too long ~ ~!
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Red-crowned crane self-report
I have beautiful feathers, the unparalleled figure of other animals, and the majestic posture when flying in the blue sky. I used to have piles of friends, which can be said to be a scourge, but now they are destroyed by people with superb wisdom who are the first of all things! Killed by those greedy people one by one, I looked at those killed companions and shed tears in my heart!
I can only stand alone on this vast grassland now, without the warmth and laughter with my partners before, leaving me running on the grassland in fear. Avoid enemy bullets, avoid human pursuit!
Sometimes I scream at the sky just to vent my grievances and blame God for giving me this beautiful body but being killed. This is also a protest against those greedy people, but how can I compare with that bullet!
We work hard for food every day. Why can't human beings create their own sky with their own hands like us? Why trade our lives for money? Is it because you are so intelligent?