1. Sanmao’s poems about Hoh Xil
Sanmao’s poems about Hoh Xil 1. Asking for a poem about Hoh Xil
Return peace to Hoh Xil< /p>
(1)
Have you heard of Hoh Xil?
There is cold and thin air floating there.
Have you ever been to Hoh Xil?
The ancient wilderness is full of aura.
It is a restricted area for human life.
It has been tenaciously performing the miracles of nature for thousands of years. There is a holy land,
The primitive ecology is like a pure and beautiful girl.
It is a paradise for plateau animals.
The charming Tibetan antelope lives there.
How I want to see heaven,
Set foot on the blue mountain ridges of the plateau.
How I want to walk into Hoh Xil,
and throw myself affectionately into her lonely and empty arms.
Ah——
Lovely Hoh Xil,
How I want to hear your breathing in tranquility.
How I want to see your smile in your sleep.
(2)
Have you heard,
Hear the shrill sound of the wailing wind in Hoh Xil,
Facing the cruelty of poachers Massacre,
The bloody setting sun will also cry sadly.
Have you seen,
Saw the tragic death of the Tibetan antelope in Hoh Xil.
Seeing the corpse-strewn wilderness will make you tremble all over.
The land under the white bones is stained with blood.
I looked at the distant Hoh Xil in pain,
She was no longer a beautiful girl.
Suffering the rape and ravage of human desires,
Even tears cannot cleanse her pristine and holy body.
The sky sighed heavily,
Looking at poor Hoh Xil with tears in its eyes,
The earth roared with the wind,
< p> We sincerely call for the defense of our Hoh Xil.…
Gather our anger,
Capture the bloodthirsty devil,
Butcher, let go of your sinful Weapons,
Return peace to Hoh Xil.
Dedicate our love,
build a solid shield,
block the evil attack on nature,
also Give Tibetan antelopes a land full of vitality.
Ah——
Lovely Hoh Xil,
Give peace, return peace to Hoh Xil.
How I want to hear your breathing in tranquility.
How I want to see your smile in your sleep.
2. How many of Sanmao's poems are there? Please attach the complete poems
Looking at the sky, the rain is so salty, are there any tears in it? The wind blows and the fallen leaves fly, who knows who I am? Thank you for spending those days with me. I will lock this memory in my heart. Some words are no longer important whether they are said or not. Some things cannot be forgotten even if I want to. If I were a few years older, would you stay? By my side? If I had been born a few years earlier, would we have stayed together unchanged? From now on, we will no longer meet each other. After many years, I don’t know who will be by my side...
==================== ================
There is no red rose in the world/Who/cut his wrist with the thorns on the stem/blood dripping/with tears/dyed This snow-white bud turns red/from now on/every time a heart breaks/a blood-red rose blooms on the ground
=================== =====================
There is no red rose in the world/who/cut his wrist with the thorns on the stem/blood dripping/ With tears/dyed the snow-white buds red/from then on/every time a heart breaks/a blood-red rose blooms on the ground
3. Are there any ancient poems that can praise the writer Sanmao
p>My daughter often says that life is not about the length, but whether it is lived happily. I think this statement is: live with a true grasp of the meaning of life. At this point, although I feel sad for her burning, I agree.
————Sanmao’s father Chen Siqing
In my eyes as a mother, she is very ordinary, just my child.
Sanmao is an innocent person who cannot tolerate falsehood in her world. It is this truth-seeking personality that makes her live a down-to-earth life. Maybe her life and her experiences were not perfect, but we know for sure: she did not escape her fate, she faced life bravely.
——Sanmao’s mother Miao Jinlan
Sanmao once said that she envied the love between Qin and Han and I, and wanted to find a partner who cared about me and could talk to and work with. Unfortunately, Unable to find ideal match. She still misses her dead husband very much. She pays too little attention to protecting herself... I once advised her not to be too willful. Even if she doesn't care about her own body, she should take care of her parents' body.
————Actor Brigitte Lin
Sanmao is not a beauty, she is a tall figure with long hair, traveling around the world with a book and pen, young, strong and lonely Sanmao's charm for young people in mainland China cannot be overestimated by any outsider's imagination. For many years, people everywhere talked about San Mao, and I was one of those readers. Art exists by conquering, and I envied San Mao, a real writer.
———Writer Jia Pingwa
Some nouns that originally have beautiful meanings become vulgar when used excessively. Talented women roaming the streets is an example, as is the frequent appearance of strange women on and off the screen. I originally didn't want to give Sanmao such a tacky title, but after thinking about it, there is no more suitable description, so let's call her a strange woman. The positive meaning of "Qi" should be "to be independent". According to Cihai's explanation, it means to be noble and noble and unwilling to follow the crowd.
————Writer Liang Yusheng
Sanmao is very friendly, but I don’t have a good impression of her. Sanmao said that she "is not a person who likes to put herself in a box to speak." But I think it's just the opposite. I think she is trying to fit in her box all day long. This box is her love story that she repeats over and over again. Among them are White Tiger Star-style Ke Fu, Baiyun Township-style escape from the world, Leukemia-style international route, and boiled water-style overflowing emotions. If Sanmao is a beauty, maybe she can have a lasting romantic charm passed down to the world, because this is the privilege of a beauty. But Sanmao is obviously not, so her "beautiful" love story is too much for her to bear...
——Writer Li Ao
If life is a cloud , its splendor, its brilliance, its changes and drifts are all very natural, just because it is a cloud. This is how San Mao uses her cloud-like life to stretch into whatever image she wants. No matter how she feels about life, whether it is sweet or sad, she has no intention of being pretentious. There are silent songs everywhere in the lines, which we can hear with our hearts. That kind of singing is as beautiful as the sound of nature. People who are bound by civilization are often accustomed to the worldly complexity and are lost without knowing it. When reading Sanmao's works, one discovers a world created by life, like flowers blooming in the desert. She holds life high above the mundane world, which requires sharp wisdom and great courage.
———Writer Sima Zhongyuan
Many people criticize Sanmao, thinking that she is just dreaming in her own little world, but I don’t think so. Basically, literary creation is the highest expression of a person's spiritual sublimation. Since she can sublimate such emotions, it means that she has such a level. Compared with many writers, I think she is much higher spiritually
————Actor Hu Yinmeng
Sanmao’s view of life is different from ordinary people. She believes that life has two forms: body and soul after death. She rationally chose to pursue the second stage of life. We should respect her choice and not be too sad. Sanmao must have her reasons for choosing to commit suicide.
———Writer Ni Kuang
There are no ancient poems, but character evaluations.
4. Who wrote the love poem "Kekexili"
Is this one by Yang Jiuyi? Hoh Xil 1 I wandered in the hair of the night, and the darkness swallowed my eyes.
You are the only direction. Drawing trembling towards you, knocking open the dawn.
Ascension arrives. Your holy eyes reflect the warmth of nature.
The fragrance is in the milk of roses. A hunter is like a poet capturing the flash of inspiration, always waiting for the prey to appear.
Stick with tact, sensitivity, and accuracy. The prey arrived as expected.
Load, load, aim, and pull the trigger. The prey fell, knocking off the forbidden fruit of Eden, and Venus fell to the ground.
Cupid’s arrow shoots at you. 2 nights, stand up step by step.
On the battlefield of love, I only believe in "persistence". On the marathon front, there is only the distance between hearts. My thoughts are as high as Everest, looking for you in the mountains and valleys.
Crossing the ocean and sprinting between the morning bells and evening drums on the horizon. At night, you may sit, lie down, or lie down.
I choose to stand in front of the wind. Blowing away countless notes, flying in the Milky Way, scattered into stars, a cool loneliness in the warm night wind.
The wind touches the sleepless night, and a mysterious thing envelopes the whole body, naked and unrestrained. Chasing the flying time, can you arrive quickly? Love is in love, and longing is in missing.
Confession, questioning, seeking, love and longing for you. 3 On the early autumn morning, you smelled into my sight.
This is by no means an accident, it is an eternal oath made by Pangu when he founded the world. Today's mutual affection merges into a whirlpool and piles up into an immortal legend.
You, carry me—from birth to death.
The lingering and open emotions are inspiring and cannot suppress the burning of longing.
Words, actions, gestures, and actions are all so tender, and every movement releases the surge of love. The horizontal knife points to the sky, and the world can learn from the gallbladder of love.
Holding the sword to the ground, the embrace of love is both hard and soft. 4 I miss such tranquility, letting the noise drift in the mountains.
Bathed in peace, leaving behind eternal melancholy, confusing day and night. Wandering behind the years, the shadows are blurred, hiding the tired soul and body.
Winter comes and summer comes, flowers bloom and fall, stick to the direction you came from, I believe you will open this door one day. With unchanging tenderness in the sunshine, strong wind, rain and snow.
Pour into beautiful singing. The notes drown out the footprints behind you step by step, and the return journey loses its direction.
5 At the end of the night, dawn stares into your bright eyes, with waves surging. The beauty of the mountains, the beauty of the water, the love of flowers and willows, melt in your eyes and are inseparable.
Stop in the past and question the past. Delete the lonely channel, time withers at the end of the season, and the ending is withered.
The disappearing warmth is solidified on the tip of the moon, dancing with silent persistence. I'm sad and lost.
Standing alone in the refreshing scenery touches your heart. 6 Huddled in the dark dream soul, I fearlessly jumped on the tide of first love, and the sound of waves filled the air.
Drunk. I encountered a string of solemn days by chance, sparking sparks in my emotional space and illuminating every inch of silence in the universe.
Approach you and stick to your love. For a hundred years, you were the only one who planted my dream in my heart and gave birth to a big dream in life.
7 Walking through the railway tracks, tracing the footprints you left, leading to the lingering and pathos thoughts, stained with rust. What did the rails hear? Meditation: I belong only to you, bleeding rose.
The blink of your eyes is like spring, warming the branches of love. 8 The fingers of rain touch my cheek; but my fingers cannot wipe away your tears, they burst and overflow.
A world that drowns me in the deepest love. Digging heart and soul - you versus me.
It is not death that I fear. But it is an unforgettable parting, and the pain is filled with lingering ripples, day after day.
Oozing the smell of blood and gunpowder. ah! I have to believe: you are the one in my dreams! 9 Who is it? Knock on a door, enter my heart, and absorb the first love in the Garden of Eden as quickly as possible.
Growing like crazy. Adam and Eve.
The fire of first love burned the clear sky. Happiness comes together, like tea, lasting and mellow.
Hold your son’s hand and grow old together with him... 10 The autumn rain washes away the bitterness of tears and deciphers the love between Abelard and Eloqisi. Drifting into the autumn night, my heart is drunk and the moon is drunk.
Leave a string of passwords on the railroad tracks, undeveloped. Remember to accept it.
5. How many poems did Sanmao write?
Sanmao’s poems
(Not many, but more than three, here are three)< /p>
Olive Tree
Don’t ask me where I come from
My hometown is far away
Why wander?
Wander Distance
Wandering
For the birds flying in the sky
For the gentle stream in the mountains
For the broad grassland
p>Wandering far away
And there is still more
For the olive tree in the dream
Don’t ask me where I come from
< p> My hometown is far awayWhy do I wander
Why do I wander far away
For the olive tree in my dream
Don’t ask me where I started Where to come from
My hometown is far away
Why wandering
Wandering far away wandering
Waiting
Have you ever Waiting and waiting under the olive tree
I wander and wander in distant places
Life is a hidden dream
To redeem regrets Come
Whenever the moon is full
I worship alone in front of the olive tree
You will never come again, I will always wait
The more I wait, the more I love in my heart
Desert
The hometown of the past life is spread before my eyes
Ah, the endless cloth of yellow sand
When I think of myself
I am firmly bound by the black and yellow color of this world
The drifting heart is slowly falling here
Slowly falling into the dust together
< p> The wind howling in the skyswept away the road of no return
The earth handed over its secrets
At that time, the desert was no longer It's just a desert
The desert turned into a well, inside the well
A pair of watery eyes
A smile