She sent me a letter,
Referring to the breezy days in the south of the Yangtze River,
She said, "It's just that Jiajing has no good friends!"
In these eight words,
I was thinking about jumbo,
Thinking about the sunset glow,
Think about an independent character.
There is only stuffy rain here,
Only yellow dust,
Only the quiet sky outside the window.
My friend!
Who says life is like duckweed?
stay ...
I've been staying for ten years!
1August 922 19.
Appreciation of works:
The imaginary "she" wrote a letter to herself from the picturesque "windy day in the south of the Yangtze River", lamenting that there were no good friends in the beautiful scenery. From the letter, Bing Xin "thought of Jiang Bo/Sunset/that independent figure (in the beautiful scenery)". This scene, this feeling, is really like Bing Xin's Poet Fairy, "full of tenderness and faint sadness".
Bing Xin did not fall into pessimism. She questioned the agnosticism that "life is like duckweed" and hoped that the change would come faster, instead of "staying for ten years".
The second "If I were a Writer" is a poem written by Bing Xin, which embodies the thoughts, feelings and ideal pursuit at that time.
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
When it entered his mind,
Ordinary, casual, silent;
Running water passes by,
Not worthy of praise,
More disdain for comments;
However, in his life,
When pain or happiness comes,
He vaguely remembers,
It seems that someone has described this scene in words;
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
By all friends and learned people at the same time,
Lightness-ridicule;
But among children, farmers and stupid women,
When they heard it,
Slowly lower your head,
Deeply impressed,
I can hear "sympathy" surging in their hearts;
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
There is no sound in the world,
No one criticized,
Nobody pays attention;
Only myself in the lonely day, or late at night,
Facing the bright moon,
A little light rain,
Whispering wind,
When chanting in a low voice,
Can reproduce a few unambiguous pictures;
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
If I were a writer,
I just want my job,
Don't show light on the earth,
No one heard,
No one recited it,
Only I am sad and happy,
Or face the infinite nature alone,
You can write freely,
When my backlog of ideas falls on paper,
At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!
Appreciation of works:
The whole poem takes "if I am a writer" and "my wish" as the main expressions, and four sections of the whole poem explain this proposition from different angles. The writer's mission is sacred, and many people solemnly and solemnly demonstrate the historical responsibility that writers should shoulder. However, Bing Xin's poems find another way. What she said is not only a serious topic, but also an ideal of life.
The third poem, Goddess of Poetry, is a modern poem written by Bing Xin at 1922.
She stood quietly outside the window!
The curtain went up,
Inside the window,
Outside the window,
At this moment,
Suddenly everything became boundless silence.
Listen,
The thing is,
Full of tenderness,
With a little sadness,
Desire language stays again.
It's getting late,
People are quiet,
There are only flowers and me in the room.
Please come in!
Just stand there?
How do I deserve to meet you?
Goddess of poetry!
Come on, that's it,
There are countless thoughtful people outside the window.
192 1 year1February 9.
Appreciation of works:
Readers should be familiar with Bing Xin's Poet Fairy. She used to sprinkle the sky with shining "stars"; She used to flow a "spring"; Along the road of "To a Little Reader" for half a century, we can always trace her wandering footprints; Throughout all Bing Xin's creations, the characters she created are deep or shallow, but they are everywhere. Therefore, to truly understand Bing Xin, we have to read the poem Poet Fairy.
The fourth poem, a modern poem published by 1923, was written by Bing Xin.
When the coast lights up,
Starlight on the water,
Quietly taking pictures in the distance.
In the vast universe,
Leaning against the high fence,
Only the sound of the waves beating against the ship's side was heard.
My heart,
How melancholy-nothing!
The mother in the dream,
Comfort me when I'm sick,
Pour out people's love stories,
Woke up a few times,
I don't have the medicine cup
The sea breeze is unstoppable,
The light is still on,
My heart,
How melancholy-nothing!
Walk along the railing,
Laughter in the crowd,
Can't hide the sadness in silence!
"I am in the arms of the sea. Where is my mother? "
The sky is very high,
The sea is very deep,
The moon is clear,
People are very quiet,
In the empty universe,
My heart,
How melancholy, nothing!
Appreciation of works:
The title clearly reveals the poet's writing mentality. A wandering traveler, at the moment he left his mother and his old country, was so depressed. This kind of "melancholy, nothingness" appears at the end of every poem, and it is recited repeatedly, revealing the poet's helplessness and loneliness, as well as unforgettable memories and worries, which gives people great artistic impact.
The fifth "Paper Boat-Dedicated to Mother" is a modern poem written by modern poet Bing Xin in 1923.
I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,
Keep it forever, keep it,
Folding into a very small boat,
Throw it into the sea from the boat.
Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,
Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.
I still fold every day and never give up.
I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go.
Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This was folded by your beloved daughter in tears.
Wanshui Qian Shan, please let it go home with her love and sorrow!
Appreciation of works:
This poem reflects a wandering wanderer's deep yearning for his mother. Different from most poems with similar themes, Bing Xin chose a novel writing perspective, used childlike innocence, and chose a paper boat in the children's game world as an intermediary to express her infinite thoughts for her mother. The paper boat shows people the image of wandering and helplessness, and then expresses the author's deep attachment to his mother and motherland.