The poet1937 wrote "Dawn" on the morning of May 23rd, which started in peace. Then, write "my" nostalgia for the dawn, "my" expectation for the dawn, and the excitement of "my" rushing to the dawn. ...
The poet writes the relationship between me and dawn through me, and eulogizes dawn with my feelings for dawn. The whole poem is beautifully written and beautifully expressed, reflecting the people's yearning for dawn and light at that time. ...
The problem of "prose beauty" put forward by Ai Qing in On Poetry occupies an important position in On Poetry. He said: "To emphasize the beauty of prose is to get rid of the affectation and flashy atmosphere of poetry and advocate the vivid spoken language used in modern daily life to express the times you live in-to give poetry new vitality."
Ai Qing fully understood and mastered the "prose beauty" requirement of this new poem in her own creative practice. Therefore, in many of his poems, this "prose beauty" overflows incisively and vividly. The beauty of prose in the poem Dawn is outstanding. For example, "I miss the wonderful moment of carrying a basket with my partner/walking under the bean shed on the ridge/picking pods-/I often walk into the thickest grass,/let dew soak my sandals,/splash my trouser legs with mud,/This is the comfort of nature/I will jump with the carnival ..."
Here, the poet naturally described such an uncut life scene: in my childhood, when dawn came, "I" and my friends went to pick pods, "Dew soaked my sandals,/mud splashed all over my trouser legs, …" What a touching and vivid picture, a kind of "prose beauty", isn't it fascinating?
The poem Dawn is excellent in grasping the beauty of prose. Another example is the last sentence of this poem: "And when I see you/wearing a fiery red coat/coming to the dark window from the horizon-/I am like a baby who is tired of crying because of hunger and thirst/I see my mother unbuttoning her chest/smiling with tears/my heart is full of gratitude/I will call/sing/go to your warm arms."
I was very excited when I saw the dawn coming. When the poet expresses this kind of mood, there is no straightforward description, let alone excessive extravagance. Instead, I used a very touching metaphor, and suddenly it was very poetic. "I am like a baby who has been crying for a long time because of hunger and thirst. /I saw my mother untie his chest-wrapped skirt ... "How wonderful this metaphor is, it makes" my "longing for dawn shock people's hearts and lungs.