The modernist poetry skills familiar to the poet are still reflected in this poem. The poet replaced vision with touch, and then replaced the whole feeling and the most subtle emotional experience. This poem does not shy away from the direct expression and evaluation of things. The metaphor of "soft hair, milk in a baby's hand" is very apt and contains rich feelings, which has been repeatedly praised by people. "Broken palm" has become the best way for him to describe his profound experience, and it has become a unique opportunity to obtain the incomplete beauty, tragic beauty and sublime beauty of this poem. Dai Wangshu's masterpiece can be said to be written in a extrasensory way.
I used my injured palm.
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
Rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your new grass.
It is so thin, so soft ... now there is only Artemisia capillaris;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms sweep the infinite mountains and rivers,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ...
There, the eternal China!