1, the voice of a generation.
I will never complain about my personal misfortune. Missed youth, deformed soul, countless sleepless nights, leaving painful memories, I overturned the definition, I broke the shackles, leaving only a shocking ruin in my heart. However, I stood up and stood on the vast horizon. No one, no way, can push me down again. If it were me, lying in the tomb of the "martyr", moss was eroding the handwriting on the slate.
If it were me, I would taste the prison and argue with the chain about the law of truth. If it were me, I would be haggard, and the atonement work would never end. If it's me, it's just my tragedy-I may have forgiven my tears and anger, maybe I can calm it down. However, for the children's father, for their father's children, for the monuments everywhere, that silent questioning no longer makes people tremble.
We don't have to guess the history we left behind for the picture of sleeping on the street, so that our eyes can no longer escape, and for those innocent children a hundred years later. For the blank of the motherland, for the rugged of the nation, for the purity of the sky and the integrity of the road, I demand the truth!
Appreciating Shu Ting's poetry creation began in the era when the "four evils" were rampant. At that time, there were heavy sorrows and sorrows, pains and sorrows everywhere. Shu Ting felt all this with her keen tentacles.
The disasters of the motherland and the people, the misfortunes of families and individuals, and the profound pain and suffering in the heart have aroused strong emotional rhythm in the mind, turned into real poetry in depressed meditation, turned into beautiful sadness, turned the passing of a generation of youth into personal lament, and carried a vision and yearning for the future.
2. "gifts."
My dream is a dream of a pond. Survival is not only reflecting the sky, but also letting weeping willows and Chinese milk vetch around me suck me clean. I followed the roots to the veins, and withering was not sad for me. I expressed myself, I gained life, and my happiness is the happiness of the sun. Short-lived but immortal creation, in the eyes of children, ignited a small golden fire, and sang green songs in the germ of seeds. I am simple and rich, so I am profound. My sorrow is the sorrow of migratory birds. Only spring can understand this love.
Endure all difficulties and failures, and fly to a warm and bright future forever, ah, bleeding wings! Write a complete poem, go deep into all hearts and enter all times. All my feelings are gifts from the land.
The appreciation of this poem describes the poet's own aesthetic consciousness and ideal, which seems to be implicit, but the whole poem clearly expresses the poet's own ambition and ambition. "Poetry expresses ambition", the poet's self, contains "all my feelings". Since it is a "gift from the earth", the poet should return it to the earth and the people. The poet's self is a pluralistic whole, divided into "dream", "joy" and "sadness", which shows the poet's concrete pursuit and yearning for beauty.
3. "assembly line".
On the assembly line of time, night and night are close to each other. We withdrew from the assembly line of the factory and returned home to the assembly line. Above us, the assembly line of stars crosses the sky. Around us, the young trees are in a daze on the assembly line, and the stars must be tired. Thousands of years have passed and their trip has never changed.
Small trees are sick, smoke and monotony make them lose their lines and colors, and I feel everything with the rhythm of * * *. But strangely, I don't feel my existence is like a bunch of trees and stars, or because of habit, I have no power to care about myself.
Appreciating the assembly line shows not the beauty of artistic conception but the beauty of philosophy; Although it doesn't make readers enjoy the sense of beauty, it gives readers the power of mind. "