The Trumpeter is the most touching article I have ever seen in this book.
Trumpeters work harder than those soldiers who fight. Poems by Ai Qing:
"The trumpeter got up from the ground covered with straw. He didn't complain that he slept in such wet mud. He tied his leg wrap lightly, washed his face with cold water, looked at his sleepy companion, and reached out and took his horn with him. It's still dark outside, and the dawn hasn't come yet. "
See that they are the first people to be awakened by the dawn. Before dawn, they sounded the dawn of new hope with bronze horns covered with blood.
He didn't complain. He even thought it was a sacred thing. He looked at the mountain, breathed the fresh air, and then blew the copper horn, but who knows that behind this loud horn is the pain of the trumpeter.
"When he rubs the copper skin of the horn with his own breath to make it sound, there are often bloodshot eyes that are too thin to see and fly out with the horn ..."
Ai Qing is also a trumpet player who spared no expense in his life. He was not afraid of pain and fatigue, and he struggled for the new hope of the society at that time. Trumpeter's face often turns yellow. At first, I thought it was a bit exaggerated, but after reading later, I gradually felt that it was normal for them. They are the first to wake up in the sleepy crowd lying on the straw-covered ground and in the filthy crowd wearing gray clothes.
In this poem, he created for us the image of a trumpeter and a bronze horn soaked with blood in the historical square of China, so that we can still clearly hear the horn that once awakened a nation and inspired it to forge ahead courageously, and also showed Ai Qing's patriotic feelings.
Ai Qing's poems make people sad.
Excerpts from Ai Qing's Poems in Grade Three and Six
Ai Qing's Selected Poems took two days to turn over and copy a few poems. Generally speaking, I feel that his poems do not match people's evaluation of him (or his position in the history of poetry). Most of his poems are not very good, only a few are not bad. It is said that he should not occupy such a high position in the history of poetry because his personal characteristics are not clear enough, and his poetic style is very ordinary and general. He didn't provide much new things for China's new poems, so his contribution was limited.
After reading Mu Dan's poems, I said that his poems are similar to Du Fu's and can be said to be a "history of poetry". Then compared with Ai Qing's poems, Ai Qing's poems should enjoy the term "poetic history". The characteristics of his poems can be said to be that the subject matter is very extensive, but relatively concentrated. To sum up, it can be said that he wrote the joy and pain on the poor and backward land of China at that time. He went from the Kuomintang-controlled area to the rear area, from the countryside to the front line, but unfortunately his records lacked individuality, or his poems were not enough, at least in many poems, so the cognitive value and historical value of these poems were not low, but the value of poems was relatively low. Even his famous long poems, such as To the Sun, Torch and Ode to Light, are not particularly good in my opinion.
Another feature of Ai Qing's poems is that people like to use adverbs of degree, such as "so" and "very", but when describing things, the sound, color and shape are complete, and all aspects are described, as well as when listing things, which leads to the third feature of his poems, extravagance. He likes to use parallel sentences, sometimes even six or seven identical sentences, such as Wild Goose River-my nanny. However, his descriptions and metaphors have a shortcoming, that is, they are not novel, and they often use familiar things, which makes his poems lack personal things, but this may be the reason why his poems are widely circulated, because such poems are popular, more easily accepted and appreciated by the public, and more easily recognized by the government.
There is no denying that some of Ai Qing's poems are very good, such as Snow Falls on the Land of China. He wrote, "Hungry land/toward the dark sky/outstretched begging/trembling arms." "That rock", "Its face and body/seem to have been cut by a knife/but it still stands there/smiling, looking at the ocean …" What a touching image!
Ai Qing's poems are concise and fluent, but he doesn't pay much attention to the changes of skills and expressions, which also affects its aesthetic quality.