Author: Bing Xin
Spring water! After another year, it is still blowing so slightly.
Can I take another photo? Quanshui thanked me calmly and said, "My friend!
I have never left a shadow, not just for you. "
2. "Mother"
Author: Bing Xin
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.
3. Ten years
Author: Bing Xin
She sent me a letter, referring to the windy night in Jiangnan.
She said, "It's just that Jiajing has no good friends!"
In eight words, I think of jiang bo, sunset glow and independent figure.
There is only stuffy rain, only yellow dust, only the quiet sky outside the window.
My friend! Who says life is like duckweed?
stay ...
I've been staying for ten years!
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4. "Melancholy"
Author: Bing Xin
When the lights on the shore and the stars on the water shine silently.
In the vast space, against the high fence, only the sound of waves hitting the ship's side slightly can be heard.
How melancholy my heart is-nothing!
My dream mother came to comfort me when I was sick,
Pour out people's love words-wake up several times and the medicine cup is not in your hand.
The sea breeze is overwhelming, and the lights are still shining.
How melancholy my heart is-nothing!
Coming and going along the railing,-laughter in the crowd,
Can't hide the sadness in silence! "I am in the arms of the sea,
Where's mom? "The sky is high, the sea is deep, the moon is clear and people are quiet.
How melancholy my heart is in the empty universe-nothing!
5. "stars"
Author: Bing Xin
The stars shine—
Shenlan space
Have you heard their conversation?
voicelessly
In the twilight
They praised each other deeply.
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Are there any modern poems about Bing Xin?
1, Paper Boat Text/Bing Xin I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, but keep it all the time-fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. 2. Comments/Bing Xin Three very young children, sitting in a row on the edge of a tree, looked at each other with a smile-waiting. One clapped his hands and sang, and the two immediately clapped their hands and sang; Stopped again-still smiling at each other-waiting. The streets are dusty and crowded with pedestrians. They created their own natural world! Just three ordinary children, but they won my comments three times. 3, cute text/Bing Xin In addition to the universe, the cutest thing is only children. You don't have to think about talking to him, and you don't have to be reserved Raise your head for a joke and lower your head to fetch water. You think about it, or think about it; The donkey is behind the mountain and under the door. Looking back, I always splash and smile. 4. Don't step on this flower/Bing Xin, look, there is a small yellow flower under your feet. Let's all walk around it, don't step on this flower! One day last year: it was crisp in autumn and cool in autumn. His mother put a fluffy coat on it and took it to the side of the road like a parachute. Winter snow covered it with a thick cotton-padded coat, and it lay quietly, waiting for news of spring. On this day, I feel wet and smell the fragrance of the earth; It stood up happily and stretched out its golden wings. You see, how brave it is, it puts its home on the side of the road; It is not afraid of the footsteps of pedestrians, nor of the carts coming and going. How happy the children on the spring outing are! New clothes-new skirts are flying in the spring breeze. You hold your head high and your feet are heavy. Be careful and unconsciously ruin the vitality of small yellow flowers. You know my mind, in the endless happiness of spring, this happiness also has its share! The charm of red wine is dedicated to my best friend, Gawain/Bingchu Summer Hotel. On the square table in the lobby, a bottle of red wine is waving to me. My friend's goblet sat across the table, triumphantly colliding with the joy of reunion. I was intoxicated by happiness, and I don't know where I was drunk. Red wine painted rouge on my face, which made my steps falter and my eyes sleepy. The moment I opened my mouth, the red color hidden in my heart jumped out and wandered in the seat at the door of the community.
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1, "mom" mom! The wind and rain blew in the sky and the birds hid in the nest. The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. 2, "Paper Boat" I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper, always keep it-keep it. Fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I am still not discouraged. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sadness home. 3. "Stars" The stars are flashing. In the deep blue space, have you heard their conversation? In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other. 4. How to describe "darkness", deep in the soul. Deep in the universe, a resting place in brilliant light. 5, "Morning" Guang Xiao is broken, and the customs are clear. My heart is like a bird flying in the wind. Flying all over the world, to the sea pole, to the sea pole, is your love. Jesus Christ. Your love follows me. Your hand guides me, and your right hand supports me. My heart is like a bird flying in the wind. Flying high in the wind is inseparable from infinite love. Amen.
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Bing Xin's Modern Poems
Bing Xin: When it comes to reading, I talk a lot! Less than a few years after I started reading, I can read. It is not the book after the first Chinese textbook "Heaven, Earth, Sun, Moon, Mountain, Water, Earth and Wood" published by the Commercial Press, which my mother taught me at the age of 4, but the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which I began to teach myself at the age of 7. At that time, my uncle, Mr. Yang Zijing, would tell our cousins a story about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms every night after dinner. I listened with relish. What he said was really wonderful, "Banqueting heroes in Taoyuan and making contributions to heroes in the Yellow Scarf", but he talked for half an hour and then stopped to do his own thing. I had to go to bed with tears in my eyes, urged by my mother, and with infinite suspense about the following story. After that, I decided to bite my bullet and pick up a book, Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I read it with a little knowledge, but the more I read it, the more I understand it, even though the pronunciation is wrong. For example, I read "Kai" as "Qi" and "Zhu" as "Zhe" because I only learned half of that word. Speaking of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the first time I read that Guan Yu died and cried, I left the book behind. The second time I read it again, Zhuge Liang died, cried again, left the book behind, and finally forgot to read the whole book until it was over for a long time. At this time, I also read a serial strange story that my mother often puts in the money basket. A serial story is a short story that can be picked up and put down at any time, and it is written in classical Chinese, which is very helpful to my composition class, because my composition teacher once criticized a sentence in my composition book, "Liuzhou has a strong character." In fact, I haven't read Liu Zongyuan and Li He's articles at that time. Because reading The Romance of The Three Kingdoms aroused my interest in Zhang Hui's novels, I greatly appreciated The Water Margin, which described "the officials forced the people to revolt". The characters described in that book, such as Lin Chong and the temple of Lin Fengxue Mountain, made me angry! Lu, Lu and others all have their own extremely distinctive styles. Although the author has to make up a total of 72 dungeons in 36 days to barely make up the number of people 108, I think it is much better than the personality-free Dang Kouzhi. "Sincerely Saying Yue" didn't leave me much impression, although Yue Fei was the greatest patriotic hero I admired since I was a child. Incidentally, I love classical poetry very much, but only Yue Wumu's "Man Jiang Hong" and Li Yian's "Sound Slow" can recite it from beginning to end. Her overlapping words: "Look, look, sad, painful, sad ..." are very touching, especially "Look" when I was 1 1 years old. When I returned to my hometown in Fuzhou, I saw the legacy of La Traviata given to him by my grandfather on his desk, which made me interested in Lin's translation of foreign novels. At that time, as long as I had a few cents in my hand, I asked people to buy Lin's translated novels, which made me know a lot about the foreign world. I read a dream of red mansions when I was twelve or thirteen. At first, I was not very interested in it. Jia Baoyu's girlish voice and Lin Daiyu's crying bored me. It was not until after middle age that I picked up this book and read it again, only then did I taste "full of absurd words and bitter tears", the taste of the rise and fall of a dynasty and family. On the whole, on the whole, I have read many Chinese and foreign literary works in my life. I will always feel that reading is the greatest happiness in my life! From reading, I also got the principle of "independent thinking" in life, which I couldn't get from the textbook of "self-cultivation" after I 1980 came back from my visit to Japan. Because I can't stay at home because of my leg injury, "traveling thousands of miles" is impossible, and "reading thousands of books" is my only pastime. I get a lot of books and periodicals every day, know a lot of things and know a lot of people. At the same time, if I read more books, I will choose to compare. For example, if you watch the wonderful The Journey to the West, you will forget the tedious Biography of Immortals, while if you watch the Water Margin with vivid characters, you will not watch the boring Dangkou Zhi, and so on. For modern literary works, those vague words, piled up with many gorgeous words, moaning and romantic words are erased from my mind as soon as I see them, but those unpretentious chapters full of true feelings, even if they are only a few hundred words, often make me moved! After reading a lot of books, I also had an experience. Things are afraid of comparison, people are afraid of comparison and books are afraid of comparison. "It's better than not knowing, and it's more shocking than comparison." So, one year on Children's Day, a children's publication asked me to write a few words to guide children to read. I only wrote a few words, that is, study hard, read more books and read good books.
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Bing Xin wrote a poem about affection! If it is a modern poem, it should not be too short, about fifteen lines, suitable for reading.
From Stars in the Spring: (1) Mom! Put aside your sadness and let me sink into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. Mom! The wind and rain in the sky are coming, birds are hiding in their nests, and the wind and rain in their hearts are coming. I am only hiding in your arms. (2) Xiaohua also wants to look up and thank Chunguang for her love-however, her deep kindness finally silenced her. Mom! Were you that spring? The theme of "Stars in Spring Water" includes three aspects: first, the praise of maternal love and innocence; Second, the worship and praise of nature; Third, thinking and feeling about life. This collection of poems perfectly combines the praise of maternal love, the call for childlike innocence and the chant for nature, creating a perfect and beautiful world with sincere feelings, fresh and elegant language, crystal clear and bright, giving people endless aftertaste and enlightenment. Extended data:
Bing Xin (19001010.5-1999.2.28), female, originally named Xie Wanying, from Changle, Fujian, is a member of China Association for Promoting Democracy. China poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist and essayist. The pen name Bing Xin is taken from There is a Bing Xin in the Jade Pot. In the morning post of August 19 19, Bing Xin published her first essay "Hearing Feelings on 2 1 Day" and her first novel "Two Houses". 1923 Before and after studying abroad, he began to publish a series of communication essays with the general title "To Young Readers", which became the foundation work of children's literature in China. In Japan, she was hired by Tokyo University as the first foreign female lecturer to teach the course "China New Literature". 195 1 returned to China. 1February 28th, 999 At 2 1 p.m., Bing Xin died in Beijing Hospital at the age of 99, and was known as the "old man of the century". References:
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Modern poetry (Bing Xin) is shorter.
"Paper Boat" Author: Bing Xin I never want to throw away a piece of paper, always keep it-fold it into a boat and throw it into the sea. Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow. I still don't give up and fold every day. I always hope that a place can only flow where I want it to go. Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes. Wanshui Qian Shan, please bring her love and sorrow home. When the eternal mother opens her newborn eyes for the first time, the first thing she sees is her mother's extremely holy and loving eyes and tears of joy-her eyes stare at you unblinkingly, and your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively, but you can't express your feelings. Her limbs danced wildly for you-she couldn't help crying loudly. After many days and nights of cultivation, she finally sat up straight. Your little body has never waited after adjusting her emotional intelligence and IQ. I shouted the most precious first voice in my life-Mom, this is the most touching original meaning. No matter how many languages are floating in the world, only this sound is absolutely the same. No music, no poem can be more touching than this one. Wandering among the mountains, passionate sailors are unwilling to send away the sunset and sail. Hope is calling. The outside world is my paradise, and my free heart is flying. Mom, do you care about me? Mother looked at me anxiously. Mom, do you want my life to be more exciting? Mother looked at me with relief. Listen to the sound of the train, the flute ... hold a pair of hands tightly through the window.
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Okay, okay, okay, Bach.
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It's so well written.
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