Yu Guangzhong's Classical Poetry (the eight most classic poems of Yu Guangzhong)

Do you like Yu Guangzhong's poems? Single choice 0 people 0% like 0 people 0% ordinary voting 17 February 14, Yu Guangzhong died at the age of 89. Yu Guangzhong is known as "a polygamous poet in art". His poems are changeable, and his poetic style changes with the change of theme. The first time I met Yu Guangzhong was his most famous poem Nostalgia, which was written by Yu Guangzhong in 1972. This is because he left his hometown with his parents in 1949 and completed it in his former residence in Xiamen Street, Taipei.

Yu Guangzhong is a native of Jiangsu and was born in Nanjing. His mother is from Wujin, Changzhou, and his wife is from Changzhou, Jiangsu, so he also calls himself "Jiangnan". Yu Guangzhong and his wife Fan Wocun got married for 6 1 year, and they knew each other and fell in love, which became a generation of stories. The writer once described their love like this: it is a well that everyone drinks, and I am the well keeper.

Yu Guangzhong had many social titles in his life. He devoted his life to poetry, prose, criticism and translation. He claimed to be the "four-dimensional space" of writing and was known as the "colored pen" in the literary world. His works are widely included in textbooks. The most famous "Homesickness" has been selected into the middle school Chinese textbook of Chinese Publishing House and the middle school Chinese textbook of People's Education Publishing House. With this poem "Homesickness", Yu Guangzhong is known as a poet who "shakes hundreds of millions of China people with homesickness poems".

Yu Guangzhong's representative works include White Jade Bitter Melon (a collection of poems), Memories as Long as Rails (a collection of essays), On the Watershed: A Collection of Comments by Yu Guangzhong (a collection of comments), and his poems such as Nostalgia and Four Rhymes of Nostalgia. Liang Qiushi, a contemporary essayist in China and an authority on Shakespeare studies in China, once commented on Yu Guangzhong: He wrote poetry with his right hand and prose with his left hand, and his achievements were as good as ever. The famous writer Han Shaogong especially praised Yu Guangzhong. He once commented that he is one of the bright stars in China's contemporary literary world, because he is both a poet and a poet, loves the two sides of the strait, learns to integrate Chinese and Western cultures, and is gentle and sincere.

Today is the second anniversary of the death of Mr. Yu Guangzhong. Let's enjoy the poems of this famous poet and commemorate this beloved poet!

homesickness

In childhood

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.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mom's inside.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there

wind bell

My heart is a wind chime hanging under the eaves of seven floors.

Ding Ning.

Knock on a person's name one after another.

Do you feel a slight earthquake on the tower?

This is a silent pulse, which keeps going day and night.

Did you hear that? Knock, knock, knock.

This annoying tone cannot be banned.

Unless all the winds turn.

Take off the bell and knock down the tower.

Just because my heart is a high and low wind chime

Ding Ning.

Knock on a person's name one after another.

Great wall ballad

The Great Wall is crooked, the Great Wall is crooked.

The Great Wall is falling down, Great Wall, Great Wall.

In the shadow, wailing all night.

Throat is called a broken blood vessel.

One cavity fever

Jiayuguan directly threw it at Shanhaiguan

Call someone, but no one will see you.

Call a ghost, and the ghost will be invisible.

Dizziness, windy and sandy

Brick by brick

Bricks and tiles are bursting.

Shake a shadow bigger than the warring States period

Press it down, press it on my blood arm alone

Finally, go upstairs and people push the wall.

A disorderly thunderclap.

Play Li Bai

You are the reason why the Yellow River water flows out of heaven.

Yinshan east

Longmenkai

Now it comes from your sentence.

Surging laughter

Wan walked into the sea.

The great waterfall that sensationalized Kuanglu.

create/beget/fabricate (sth) out of nothing

Not stop.

The Yellow River has become a point of no return in the west.

Besides, it has been silent for five thousand years.

You have been busy enough for the Yellow River.

Give the great river to Sue's hometown brother.

World dichotomy

All belong to Shu people.

You are in Longmen.

He led Chibi.

Four rhymes of homesickness

Give me a spoonful of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.

Yangtze river water like wine

The taste of drunkenness

It's homesickness

Give me a spoonful of Yangtze River water, Yangtze River water.

Give me a Zhang Haitang red, begonia red.

Blood-like begonia red

The burning pain of boiling blood

This is the pain of homesickness

Give me a Zhang Haitang red, begonia red.

Give me a piece of snow, snow

White as a letter.

Waiting for a letter from home

It's a homesick wait.

Give me a piece of snow, snow

Give me a sweet wintersweet.

Mother-like Chimonanthus praecox

Mother's fragrance

It's the fragrance of the country.

Give me a sweet wintersweet.

Small freckles

If there are two lovers as beautiful as pitifully.

I'll choose the freckle remover.

The charm is all a little bit.

You are my first and last choice, freckles.

In order to get that position for no reason

Curl behind the ear and snuggle up in the corner of the lip or between the eyebrows.

Add mystery to charm

Legend has it that there is a star in the sky to control the sweat spots on your face.

Believe it or not.

Don't laugh, you laugh too much.

I can't see you in the mirror.

All good things, listen to me, should be marked.

The full moon is no exception.

No, ah, don't laugh too hard.

My heart is not an earring, my heart.

I can't stand your smile.

Turn around, turn around ...

This life and this life

My most forgetful cry was twice.

Once, at the beginning of my life.

Once, at the end of your life.

The first time, I won't remember.

I heard what you said.

The second time, you don't know.

It's no use telling me.

But between these two cries,

Laughter is endless.

Over and over again.

Reverberated for 30 years.

You know, I remember.

Umbrella alliance

If the night is blue rain.

Fortunately, I still have a lamp.

A delicate little umbrella.

Open a warm yellow halo

If death is a black rain, it is sad.

Fortunately, I still have a love.

A small classical umbrella.

Open a soft red atmosphere.

No matter what rain is made of.

Having a crimson atmosphere or an orange glow.

Would you like to make an umbrella with me?

Walk through the wet and cold rain with me

If you get wet in the rain at night

If death is black rain and sadness

If I stand in the rain,

Hold an umbrella and wait for you to meet me ...