"Nostalgia" is a deeply emotional poem that not only longs for the reunification of the motherland, but also vividly describes nostalgia. The content of this article is an appreciation of the text "Nostalgia". Everyone is welcome to read it. Appreciation of the text "Nostalgia"
The Chinese nation is a romantic nation, and even deep sadness can be expressed in an extremely poignant and beautiful way. The Chinese nation is a sentimental nation. Even if it is far away in the world, it always misses its homeland deeply. When passion and romance meet, poetry will overflow - endless poetry.
Love is a very abstract word in this world. It is always there, but always invisible. You always need to borrow some objects to capture it. When homesickness strikes, "moon" becomes the favorite of Chinese people, and more and more poems are drawn out of "moon". In the peripheral vision, facing the bright moon that has been filled with homesickness for countless days and nights, four images of "stamps", "ship tickets", "graves" and "straits" appear in front of the readers. At the moment when we feel grateful for "the end of the world ***this time", these four images really make people feel that our hometown is right in front of us - closer, but also seems further - looming, almost far away... This is really There is "nostalgia" in each of our hearts.
"Nostalgia" is painful. "I am on this end, mother is on the other end", "I am on this end, and the bride is on the other end". "Mother" now has an additional "lover". As the years pass, the longing for my hometown is gradually increasing and intensifying. Whether it is the blood relationship of procreation or the lingering love, when it finally turns into a family relationship, when the family relationship is stretched away by space, sorrow will linger in our hearts and dreams... However, after all, the sorrow at this time can still be resolved. . "Small stamps" and "narrow boat stamps" can finally convey our longing for each other, and ultimately shorten the distance in space. Therefore, in the poem, we enjoy luck and happiness in the midst of sorrow...
The years are changing, and the nostalgia is deepening. But when the nostalgia turned into "a short grave", the "nostalgia" of happiness loomed in the pain, but it became heartbreaking and heartbreaking. It's obviously "short" and it's obviously close at hand, but "I am outside and my mother is inside", life and death are blurred, and in front of this "short grave" that can be crossed by just raising one's feet, The wall between life and death is so high and so thick - the "near" that is within reach is yet so "far" that is out of reach. Yu Guangzhong actually makes everyone who reads this poem find themselves again - either a few years ago or a few years later, the person standing in front of the grave must be ourselves. There is no need to be deliberate, one scene after another overflows, as if the memories related to "small stamps" and "narrow boat tickets" overflow instantly, occupying every heart that has become empty at this moment. Heart. This is unacceptable and unacceptable. However, birth, old age, illness, death, and reincarnation. These laws of nature that are beyond human control force us to accept and bear it. Despite the severe pain, when the nostalgia turned into "a short grave", the human power seemed meager, but the destiny was so majestic and irresistible.
Although it cannot be resolved and happy like "when I was a child" or "when I grow up", this sorrow should be naturally relieved naturally. If this kind of pain of homesickness can be relieved, then when it turns into "a shallow strait", there is no way to relieve it or disappear, let alone accept and bear it.
Yes, compared with the "nostalgia" that comes from the image of "grave", the two are so similar. They are both close at hand, yet equally far away; "short" and "shallow" are equally within reach, yet equally incapable of getting close. But this is clearly different. Naturally, the sequence of life and death cannot be changed by humans, but is this separation before us God's arrangement? When we are beating our chests and hating that our hands cannot bring the distance closer, why are we cruelly trying to shorten the distance that God has already shortened with our own hands? The movement of nature reflects depth and majesty. Human confrontation reflects abomination and ignorance. Facing this kind of homesickness, this suffering and pain are obviously accompanied by strong confusion and resentment...
"Nostalgia", taking back the reverie and heaviness of staring, "when I was a child", "when I grow up", " "Later", "now"... As time moves forward and with the changes of growth, this thread connected with life actually connects all the "nostalgia" in "my" life. Behind the beauty of neat comparisons, we feel the beauty of changes in sadness from shallow to deep, from narrow to wide. This is a kind of depth, but also a kind of sublimation...
Related reading: Original text of "Nostalgia"
When I was a child,
Nostalgia is a small stamps,
I am on this end,
Mother is on the other end.
Nostalgia in the afterglow
After growing up,
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket,
I am here, < /p>
The bride is over there.
Later,
Nostalgia is a short grave,
I am outside,
Mother is inside.
And now,
Nostalgia is a shallow strait,
I am at this end,
The mainland is at the other end.