This book, Counting Stars at Night, was written by Yin Dongzhu. Because I am used to reading e-books, I often choose books by scanning the list of books or directly searching for the books I want, so I generally don't read books I haven't heard of, and I almost miss them.
When I first saw this on the list, I saw the title of the book, plus my last name. At first glance, I felt that "this is probably another Korean drama bestseller with the same name, and the drama is on fire." Let's find another book with the same name. "
So I skipped it. After all, I don't want to waste time watching this kind of drama. There are too many of them. "My life is limited, but I know it is infinite." This kind of drama is not even knowledge. Save it, unless its plot really attracts me crazy.
But soon, I found that I was wrong.
This is an accident, because sometimes reading software will ask you to experience a book, read for a few minutes to complete the task and so on. I don't usually watch it. I just let it turn the page automatically, and I will pay attention to it after I have finished other things for a few minutes, but I took a look and found that I made a big mistake. This is a wonderful collection of poems.
The first thing I saw was another hometown.
The lonely and sad soul in the poem immediately attracted me. I just found out that this is not a best seller, nor is it a sweet article on the Internet, but a collection of poems.
Yes, I didn't know this man before. After reading this book, I saw his short life as a meteor for the first time.
He was born in China and died in Japan. He lost his family name far from home, but his pen was the most important thing. In his short life of 28 years, he wrote in his own national language and used the simplest words as the most cruel witness of the times.
Although suffering from the war, there is no pain or resentment in his poems.
His writing is simple and pure. What I read is sometimes loneliness and sadness, but there is no lack of hope for life. The words are romantic and pure. He has every reason to resent and accuse, but because of his poems, he has kept his soul calm and kind to mankind. He used poetry to heal himself, remind himself and keep his mind calm.
The translator Mr Quan Yongxian wrote well:
This is the origin of the title of the poem.
Kind of romantic. Hehe, hahaha, I want snow, too. When I was young, as a child born in the south who had never seen snow, I asked my friends to bring me some snow when I returned to my hometown in the north. I thought the thermos might remain the same, but I found that the thermos had water. Ha ha ha ha.
About father's love, about father's back. In fact, there is a similar song, which is a mother and later sunflower-like sister.
I like this romantic poem, hahahahahahaha.
1945 February 2006 16, Yin Dongzhu died in Fukuoka prison, Kyushu. After cremation, the ashes were transported back to their hometown and buried in the cemetery of Dongshan Church in Longjing on March 6. At the funeral, relatives and friends recited his poems "Self-portrait" and "New Road" published in Wenyou magazine.