From the dark ages
From the other side of the stream of human death
Shake the sleeping mountains
If the steam wheel flies over the sand dunes,
The sun is rolling towards me. ...
-quoted from the old work "The Sun"
I get up.
I got up—
Like a sleepy beast
The wounded beast
From the forest shrews littered with fallen leaves
From the cold rocks
Struggle for a long time
Support the upper body
open one's eyes
Looking for the horizon ...
I
this is a
From a distant mountain
From uncultivated mountainous areas
Tens of millions of people here
Work with their hands
Shout with your mouth
From the city where they walked.
Passengers,
My body
A sore body
keep one's own counsel
There was a storm last night.
Long-distance running fatigue.
but
I finally got up.
I opened the window.
With the prisoner seeing the light for the first time.
Saw the dawn
-The real dawn!
(It's far away.
There seems to be a crowd singing)
So I want to go shopping.
Erjieshang
Good morning.
You're standing at a crossroads.
When the vehicle passes by,
A policeman with white sleeves.
Good morning.
You come from out of town.
A vegetable vendor is carrying a basket full of green vegetables.
Good morning.
You clean the road.
A cleaner in a red vest
Good morning.
You are the first to go to the market with a basket.
A young housewife with brown skin
I believe
last night
You will never be like me.
Be tracked by continuous wind and rain
Be haunted by endless nightmares
You all slept better than me!
Yesterday.
yesterday
I am in this world.
Low expectations
The days to feed me
Like survivors.
Covered with twine
Poor memory
Feed them the same day.
yesterday
I put my own land
As a hospital,
-I have an incurable disease.
Not a day goes by.
I didn't use dull eyes.
Look at this land
A miserable life without boundaries ...
Not a day goes by.
I didn't use my dull ears.
Listen, the people of this country.
A groan of endless pain
yesterday
I shut myself in.
In a mental prison
It is surrounded by high gray walls.
No sound
I walked along the high wall.
Walking, walking.
My soul
day and night
Sing forever
The elegy of human destiny
yesterday
I used to run in.
Under the dark low canopy
Vilen settled the account first without the sun? Good fairy? Difficult to explain
With warm tears.
Cry for our century
It's all right now.
It's over.
Four sunrise
The sun came out. ...
When it comes, ...
A distant city
Call it electricity and steel.
-quoted from the old work "The Sun"
sun
From a high-rise building in the distance
-Those mountains made of cement and steel
There are hundreds of smog.
Thousands of telephone poles
Thousands of roofs
consist of
In the dense forest
came out ...
In the Pacific Ocean
In the Indian Ocean
In the red sea
In the Mediterranean
At the beginning, I was full of longing for the world.
Sailing on the boundless blue sea.
I have seen the beautiful sunrise.
But now
In the city I breathe
The smell of kerosene erupts.
The smell of tar
A city with a complicated atmosphere
An open metal body.
The corpse of ore
The remains of an electrical fire in the city.
wide stretches of
A city moistened by dawn
I saw the sunrise.
More beautiful than all sunrises.
The songs of the five suns
be
The sun is more beautiful than anything.
More than virgins
Than a dewdrop-like flower.
Bibaixue
Blue sea water
The sun is a golden red round body, which is attributed to the badger's brain.
surname
Get inspiration from the sun
An open mind like the ocean.
Writing poetry is as open as the ocean.
Fangu
Get inspiration from the sun
With a burning pen
Dip in the burning color
The picture shows farmers plowing the land.
Painted with sunflowers
Duncan
Get inspiration from the sun
In a lofty manner
Show us a natural melody.
sun
It's higher.
It's brighter
It is as red as blood.
sun
This reminds me of the revolutions in France and America.
Think about fraternity, equality and freedom.
Think about Demo Clasey.
Think of La Marseillaise and The Internationale.
Think of Washington, Lenin and Sun Yixian.
And everything to save mankind from suffering.
The name of the character
be
The sunshine is beautiful.
And immortal.
Six, the sun shines
Saul Nacente
Shine on our heads
Shine on us for a long time.
Never looked up.
The sun shines on our cities and villages.
Live like us for a long time
Cities and villages that have succumbed to improper power.
The sun shines on our fields, rivers and mountains.
According to us, a long time ago,
There are painful souls crawling everywhere.
Fields, rivers and mountains ...
today
Dazzling sunlight
Wake us up from a hopeless sleep.
From the fog that covers up infinite pain
Sting awakened our city and village.
And from the hidden boundless melancholy smoke
Thorns awakened our fields, rivers and mountains.
We raised our heavy heads.
From the wet ground
conformably
Shout into the air
"Look at us.
we
Smile like the sun! "
Seven people in the sun
"Look at us.
we
Smile like the sun! "
over there
Wounded soldier
Supporting wooden crutch
Along the long wall
Take a big step
The sun shone on his face.
Shining on his simple smiling face.
He walked step by step.
He didn't know I was watching him from a distance.
He was wearing a gray dress embroidered with a red cross.
A tall body
When you are near me.
The true posture in this sunshine.
I think
More beautiful than Napoleon's bronze statue
The sun is shining
Over the city
People in the street
They didn't say hello to me
But I walked towards them.
I looked at everyone who passed by me.
For them.
I'm no stranger.
The sun shone on their faces.
According to them,
A smooth, young face
An old face full of wrinkles
A rosy girl's face
The face of a kind old woman
etc
A sad face yesterday but smiling today.
They are all in a hurry.
Swing limbs
in the sun
quarter-deck
-as if they were driven by the same desire.
They have smiling faces.
It seems to keep saying.
"We love this day.
Not because of us.
Can't see their own suffering.
Not because of us.
See no hunger or death.
We love this day.
Because this day has given us
Brought a brilliant tomorrow.
The most credible news. "
sunlight
Shining on the ancient stone bridge ...
Some girls-
Those symbols of happiness
Holding a donation bag
On the stone bridge
in the sun
Singing fresh songs
"We are angels.
Healthy and pure
Our lover.
Young and brave
Some people ride horses.
Galloping in the wilderness
Some people fly planes.
Flying in the sky ... "
(The singing is interrupted, and they are collecting money from pedestrians. )
at present
They sang again.
"They went to the battlefield.
Kill the enemy bravely
We're in the rear.
Comfort and publicity
A day of victory
Get together ... "
Their songs
Is so melodious
The sun shines on them.
Stand proudly.
And bare arms.
And a forehead shining with dignity
Their songs
Drift to the other side of the bridge ...
sunlight
The streets are overcrowded.
Bathed in the sun
The other side of the street
A group of workers in clothes covered with soot.
Handling machine
The edges and corners of the metal are shining with white light.
The sun shines? What is the animal husbandry system in Liuzigou? Knock the horn?
They gave a slow and heavy cry.
"Hang-yo!
Hang-yo
We are workers.
Workers are the most pitiful.
Born in poverty
Grow up through labor
Busy all year round.
For food and clothing
I am full.
It's not warm in it.
Hang-yo
Hang-yo
Since August 13
The enemy is attacking.
The factory was blown up.
Everything was robbed.
Tens of millions of workers
Hunger and exile
We're in the rear.
We should step up our labor.
Produce for the country
Sweat for the war of resistance
A day of victory
Life is full and warm.
Hang-yo
Hangzhou-Yo ... "
They bring a lot of noise.
rotate ...
sunlight
Spill over an empty field.
open field
Thousands of soldiers in straw yellow uniforms
practise
Helmets on their heads
And the bayonet on the gun
Blinking white light
They spoke solemnly.
wait for
That timely phone call
at present
They started.
From the neat footsteps
I heard.
"one! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
We come from the fields.
We come from a mountain village.
We live in a small room.
We are breathing in the barn.
We are plowing the land, aren't we? For example,
The enemy came to our hometown.
Our hut was burnt down.
Our livestock have been eaten up.
Our parents were killed.
Our wives and daughters were raped.
We have no sickles and hoes.
Only carrying bullets and guns on your back
We're going to use flashing bayonets
Take back our land.
Go back to our hometown
Destroy our enemies.
Where did the enemy's feet go?
Where does the enemy's blood flow? ...
…………
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! four
…………"
What an adventure this is! ...
Today is eight o'clock.
today
Running on the path of the sun
I no longer hang my head.
Put your hands in your pockets.
No more whistling in the mouth means loneliness.
Don't look at the clouds on the horizon.
Don't wander on the sidewalk.
today
In the sunny crowd.
I will never concentrate on looking for it.
Those sad faces like me
today
The sun kissed my tearful cheek last night.
Kiss me tired of the ugly eyes of the world
Kiss my dumb lips for justice.
Kiss me, it's premature aging
Ah! Shaking back
today
I heard.
The sun said to me
"Come to me.
start from today
You should be happier ... "
therefore
Fascinated by a new day
The sound of bugles coming from the suburbs in the early morning delighted me.
I'm glad to be crowded in a busy crowd.
I'm glad to hear the sound of beating gongs and drums in the street.
I like circus performances.
When I see those primitive, rude and healthy sports.
I will love them deeply.
-Just as I love the sun.
today
I thank the sun.
The sun reminds me of my childhood.
I asked the sun.
I run very fast.
Still riding on the wheel of enthusiasm
The sun is on my head.
There is no stronger light than this.
Burn my body
Encouraged by its heat.
I used a hoarse voice
Singing:
"So, my heart.
Torn by the hand of fire
A stale soul
Abandoned riverside ... "
At this moment
I am interested in what I see and hear.
I feel more generous and loving than ever before.
I even want to die on this bright occasion. ...
April Wuchang 1938
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Facing the sunrise with a pure heart
1April, 938, Ai Qing returned to Wuhan from the war-torn north, and wrote a long poem "Towards the Sun" with strong and rich emotions. For more than half a century, the history of modern literature in China and literary critics unanimously praised it as an important and excellent poem in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period because of the author's spirit of continuous exploration of life and art and his broad aesthetic realm. Because it not only marks that Ai Qing's creative path has reached a new height, but also has a wide and far-reaching impact on the development of China's poetry creation.
To the Sun is more than 400 lines long, which is the longest poem by Ai Qing in 1930s. It consists of nine independent chapters that echo each other. Although there are many different scenes and characters in this poem, they are not mainly narrative. The author still writes in a simple, frank and personalized lyrical way, and takes the emotion of the first person "I" (the author himself) as the main line and lifeline of the whole poem from beginning to end. At that time, Wuhan, as an important town in the Anti-Japanese National Liberation War, was vigorously carrying out mass activities to defend Wuhan. Ai Qing immediately plunged into the real world, which showed the determination of national awakening and struggle. The passion and desire for creation in my heart and the intensity of combining with reality have obviously reached a burning level. So the poet's long-suppressed feelings broke out like a fire: fatigue, painful memories and persistent pursuit, which had been tormented in the long and tortuous road of life for many years, broke out together with tears in the poet's eyes and boiling blood in his heart. As a pious and young reader of To the Sun, I am still excited to reread this poem that nourished my heart, and I can still deeply understand the lofty and strong feelings of the poet when he wrote this long poem. This may be what Eliot said, "Historical consciousness contains an understanding, not only understanding the past, but also understanding the existence of the past." Over the past decades, there have been many sensational poems in China's poetry circles, which often lose their "sense of existence" within a few years. Most of these short-lived poems are works lacking artistic sincerity and strong utility. In recent ten years, there have been many such short poems. To the Sun can be a poem that can stand the strict deletion of history precisely because it can make today's readers understand the existence of history and profound life enlightenment.
The poet quoted six lines from the old work The Sun as the prelude to this long poem, which is often ignored by readers and literary critics, but I think it has a far-reaching influence that cannot be ignored. It is this 1937 spring "sun" that the author predicted the charming scene of the coming sunrise: "Let life breathe/let tall trees dance for it/let rivers run towards it with crazy songs." "When it came, I heard/the insects and pupae that had been stung in winter were going underground/people were talking loudly in the square ... so my heart was torn open by the hand of fire/the stale soul was abandoned by the river/I was sure that human beings were reborn." "To the Sun" is a celebration of the joy of human rebirth from suffering. In other words, Ai Qing wrote about the feeling of sunrise in Ran Ran, China as predicted in his mind. The six-line poem quoted from the sun pushes the sense of time and space and the whole plot of this long poem to a far-reaching realm. The author was less than 30 years old at that time, and dared to touch this ethereal and eternal theme about human destiny, which fully demonstrated his confidence in creation. This self-confidence stems from the author's strong perception of the real world. Whether it is the experience of life or the cultivation of art, at that time, it has been bred into a mature artistic creation potential in the author's life. Writing this kind of poem involving the eternal destiny of mankind often becomes vague and mysterious. Or take another simple way and construct a dazzling aperture with the logical language of argumentative writing. However, the author's mentality of "facing the sun" is not a superficial catering to reality, but a continuation and revelation of inner feelings. From the first chapter "He Appeared", the author abandoned the old rules, making the situation of the poem directly close to and cut into the reader's emotional world, so that the feelings of the reader and the author can be exchanged, and the enthusiastic poem is like a voice full of friendship for the reader:
"I got up-/.../struggled for a long time/propped up my upper body/opened my eyes/looked for the horizon/.../My body/sore body/stayed deep/tired of running last night/.../I opened the window/used the prisoner's eyes for the first time/saw the dawn/-this real dawn."
These sounds from the chest are simple and symbolic, without any exaggeration or exaggeration. Pain has become a thing of the past, a plain confession, which makes readers feel the heavy and strong lyrical charm of history from the concise situation of poetry. The residual pain in your life only means that you have to struggle for a long time to stand up. These physical and psychological feelings that anyone can really feel can actually arouse readers' association and thinking, thus making plain poetry have great tension and gravity. In fact, this joy of waking up with tears, this joy of life interwoven with the pain of last night and the dawn, can never be considered as belonging to this poet who was once a prisoner's own review of life. This should be regarded as the voice of a child who is fighting with the sons and daughters of Qian Qian to save the country's danger and destiny. This is how I feel about this poem.
In the second chapter "On the Street", the poet heard people singing in the distance and came to the street. A vibrant life scene appeared in front of him. However, the poem with clear tone in this chapter did not make all the heaviness of the previous poem disappear. Last night's nightmare can't be forgotten. This can't help but remind people how deeply the disastrous life has destroyed the poet's mind! Even though he has walked out of his personal nightmare and came to the street at dawn, he still feels a dull pain from the trauma last night. His mood can't suddenly become completely clear before sunrise. Therefore, in the third chapter, the poet once again reviewed his difficult life course and the tragic history of the motherland. The poet's mood is frank. His gloomy memories show that it is not easy for a nation slaughtered and humiliated by imperialism for many years to wake up and fight. Difficulties are not only difficulties in memory, but also mental burdens in reality. In the second and third chapters, the poet's sincere self-criticism in order to forget is criticized by some commentators as personal negativity and melancholy. In fact, the poet's painful review of the past is to liberate his mind so that he can run with great strides. Chapter III Yesterday Today, we can still feel its true weight. The pain of history often makes generations feel its heavy existence. I don't think a masterpiece like To the Sun can be defined by a certain theory. On the contrary, such poems can often test the truth and value of some theories. Poets have long regarded their homes as hospitals;
"Not a day goes by/I don't look at the miserable life in this country with dull eyes .../Not a day goes by/I don't listen to the endless groans of pain in this country with dull ears".
Before sunrise, he dissected his soul again. If a poet really wants to transcend his past and move towards a new creative height, he must first overcome himself.
"Yesterday/I locked myself in a mental cell/surrounded by high gray walls/there was no sound/…"
When the poet writes such a poem soaked with blood and tears, his spirit can be reborn. Let it all go. This is the last line of Chapter 4. Only by writing this line can the poet take a deep breath. When I read this rare poem "Facing the Sunrise", I felt extremely comfortable and lucky, and the poet's spirit was reborn. From night to dawn and then to sunrise, in the depths of the poet's soul, he truly experienced the whole process from darkness to light. These poems that deeply analyze the soul are rare in the history of China's new poetry.
Sunrise means the birth of a new era. The fourth chapter is about sunrise, which is a poem full of sunshine. The sunrise aroused the poet's youthful journey when he was young. With the initial vision of the world, he has seen many beautiful sunrises on the boundless blue sea. But the sunrise he saw at the moment was "more beautiful than all sunrises". Because this is the sunrise of his troubled motherland. This beautiful sunrise seems to be the first sunrise he has ever seen.
The fifth chapter is called Song of the Sun. The bright sun makes human history and space look very beautiful. The poet painted us a dynamic sun with a thick and colorful pen. It is not a static red circle, but a glorious image with infinite enlightenment. The sun symbolizes the most beautiful image of mankind: great revolution and hero, loud singing, poems as open as the ocean, sunflowers burning with strokes … "The sun is better than everything". In this chapter, the poet's mind is completely exposed to the real world and the ideal realm of human beings, which makes the connotation of poetry deeply expanded with the sunshine and creates an affinity world with the eternal sun as the ideal for the world.
In the sixth and seventh chapters, the poet has completely surpassed all his painful memories, showing us a beautiful scene of nature that once twisted the painful soul in the sun, and praising the tall image of the injured soldier, "more beautiful than the bronze statue of Napoleon". Praise the girl who shouted for the war and carried the donation bag, as well as the vigorous voices of the laborers and the soldiers who performed in the Sunshine Square. These shadowless figures and their marching and fighting postures appear for the first time in Ai Qing's poems. It seems that a brilliant sun has also risen in Ai Qing's creative world. In the eighth and ninth chapters, the poet's heart finally bid farewell to the painful and silent life in the past because of the sunrise and colorful life scenes:
I don't bow my head/put my hands in my trouser pockets/whistle in my mouth/look at the clouds in the sky/wander on the sidewalk.
The poet thanked the sun for recalling his childhood. In the last two lines, the poet can't help expressing his sincere gratitude:
"I feel unprecedented generosity and love/I even want to die on this bright occasion ..."
This last line of poetry was criticized as the author's repression and destruction of the poem. Sincere complaining in this business is not depression. Judging from Ai Qing's joy and high mood at that time, he was willing to give his life for the long-awaited arrival of light.
Rereading Ai Qing's magnificent long poem "Towards the Sun" made me feel deeply. In the past, some critics, although they affirmed its perfection and elegance in the traditional sense in art and the rigor of composition, also thought that although the poet's soul was awakened by the turbulent real life, it still could not abandon his personal sorrow and pain, so he could not reach a pure new realm. I think the weaknesses and problems criticized by critics are the lifeblood of this poem. Poets are not abstract beings. He is a realist associated with China's miserable fate. In old China, a self-proclaimed revolutionary, if he had no sense of hardship, his sincerity was doubtful. The poet's sadness and pain just show that he is closely related to the nation in danger, and the fact that the sadness and pain have not disappeared in the poet's mind for the time being proves that the poet is sincere, a passionate patriot and a real person who struggles for his ideals. The poet realized that he must constantly break through himself in the real struggle, and his emotional world and creative realm have been newly expanded. The reason why "Towards the Sun" can strongly and permanently impress people is that a China poet who has struggled for the national destiny for many years has suffered serious mental injuries for his lofty ideals. In order to meet the sunrise, he finally stood up from the pain, he walked into the street, he joined the ranks of life, and he sang loudly. The remaining trauma and mental depression did not make him lose heart and despair. He put up with the pain and went into battle. He praised the sunrise with tears in his eyes This is a sincere and realistic voice immersed in history. Therefore, the poem Towards the Sun can give people an epic feeling. This is not a history of ideas, but a history of blood and tears.