From the dark ages
From the other side of the stream of human death
Shake the sleeping mountains
If the steam wheel flies over the sand dunes,
The sun is rolling towards me?
-quoted from the old work "The Sun"
I get up.
I got up—
Like a sleepy beast
The wounded beast
From the forest shrews littered with fallen leaves
From the cold rocks
Struggle for a long time
Support the upper body
open one's eyes
Looking for the horizon?
I
this is a
From a distant mountain
From uncultivated mountainous areas
Tens of millions of people here
Work with their hands
Shout with your mouth
From the city where they walked.
Passengers,
My body
A sore body
keep one's own counsel
There was a storm last night.
Long-distance running fatigue.
but
I finally got up.
I opened the window.
With the prisoner seeing the light for the first time.
Saw the dawn
-The real dawn!
(It's far away.
There seems to be a crowd singing)
So I want to go shopping.
Erjieshang
Good morning.
You're standing at a crossroads.
When the vehicle passes by,
A policeman with white sleeves.
Good morning.
You come from out of town.
A vegetable vendor is carrying a basket full of green vegetables.
Good morning.
You clean the road.
A cleaner in a red vest
Good morning.
You are the first to go to the market with a basket.
A young housewife with brown skin
I believe
last night
You will never be like me.
Be tracked by continuous wind and rain
Be haunted by endless nightmares
You all slept better than me!
Yesterday.
yesterday
I am in this world.
Low expectations
The days to feed me
Like survivors.
Covered with twine
Poor memory
Feed them the same day.
yesterday
I put my own land
As a hospital,
-I have an incurable disease.
Not a day goes by.
I didn't use dull eyes.
Look at this land
A miserable life without boundaries?
Not a day goes by.
I didn't use my dull ears.
Listen, the people of this country.
A groan of endless pain
yesterday
I shut myself in.
In a mental prison
It is surrounded by high gray walls.
No sound
I walked along the high wall.
Walking, walking.
My soul
day and night
Sing forever
The elegy of human destiny
yesterday
I used to run in.
Under the dark low canopy
Vilen settled the account first without the sun? Good fairy? Difficult to read?
With warm tears.
Cry for our century
It's all right now.
It's over.
Four sunrise
The sun is out?
When it comes?
A distant city
Call it electricity and steel.
-quoted from the old work "The Sun"
sun
From a high-rise building in the distance
-Those mountains made of cement and steel
There are hundreds of smog.
Thousands of telephone poles
Thousands of roofs
consist of
In the dense forest
Come out?
In the Pacific Ocean
In the Indian Ocean
In the red sea
In the Mediterranean
At the beginning, I was full of longing for the world.
Sailing on the boundless blue sea.
I have seen the beautiful sunrise.
But now
In the city I breathe
The smell of kerosene erupts.
The smell of tar
A city with a complicated atmosphere
An open metal body.
The corpse of ore
The remains of an electrical fire in the city.
wide stretches of
A city moistened by dawn
I saw the sunrise.
More beautiful than all sunrises.
The songs of the five suns
be
The sun is more beautiful than anything.
More than virgins
Than a dewdrop-like flower.
Bibaixue
Blue sea water
The sun is a golden red round body, which is attributed to the badger's brain.
surname
Get inspiration from the sun
An open mind like the ocean.
Writing poetry is as open as the ocean.
Fangu
Get inspiration from the sun
With a burning pen
Dip in the burning color
The picture shows farmers plowing the land.
Painted with sunflowers
Duncan
Get inspiration from the sun
In a lofty manner
Show us a natural melody.
sun
It's higher.
It's brighter
It is as red as blood.
sun
This reminds me of the revolutions in France and America.
Think about fraternity, equality and freedom.
Think about Demo Clasey.
Think of La Marseillaise and The Internationale.
Think of Washington, Lenin and Sun Yixian.
And everything to save mankind from suffering.
The name of the character
be
The sunshine is beautiful.
And immortal.
Six, the sun shines
Saul Nacente
Shine on our heads
Shine on us for a long time.
Never looked up.
The sun shines on our cities and villages.
Live like us for a long time
Cities and villages that have succumbed to improper power.
The sun shines on our fields, rivers and mountains.
According to us, a long time ago,
There are painful souls crawling everywhere.
Fields, rivers and mountains?
today
Dazzling sunlight
Wake us up from a hopeless sleep.
From the fog that covers up infinite pain
Sting awakened our city and village.
And from the hidden boundless melancholy smoke
Thorns awakened our fields, rivers and mountains.
We raised our heavy heads.
From the wet ground
conformably
Shout into the air
"Look at us.
we
Smile like the sun! "
Seven people in the sun
"Look at us.
we
Smile like the sun! "
over there
Wounded soldier
Supporting wooden crutch
Along the long wall
Take a big step
The sun shone on his face.
Shining on his simple smiling face.
He walked step by step.
He didn't know I was watching him from a distance.
He was wearing a gray dress embroidered with a red cross.
A tall body
When you are near me.
The true posture in this sunshine.
I think
More beautiful than Napoleon's bronze statue
The sun is shining
Over the city
People in the street
They didn't say hello to me
But I walked towards them.
I looked at everyone who passed by me.
For them.
I'm no stranger.
The sun shone on their faces.
According to them,
A smooth, young face
An old face full of wrinkles
A rosy girl's face
The face of a kind old woman
etc
A sad face yesterday but smiling today.
They are all in a hurry.
Swing limbs
in the sun
quarter-deck
-as if they were driven by the same desire.
They have smiling faces.
It seems to keep saying.
"We love this day.
Not because of us.
Can't see their own suffering.
Not because of us.
See no hunger or death.
We love this day.
Because this day has given us
Brought a brilliant tomorrow.
The most credible news. "
sunlight
Shining on the ancient stone bridge?
Some girls-
Those symbols of happiness
Holding a donation bag
On the stone bridge
in the sun
Singing fresh songs
"We are angels.
Healthy and pure
Our lover.
Young and brave
Some people ride horses.
Galloping in the wilderness
Some people fly planes.
Flying in the sky? "
(The singing is interrupted, and they are collecting money from pedestrians. )
at present
They sang again.
"They went to the battlefield.
Kill the enemy bravely
We're in the rear.
Comfort and publicity
A day of victory
Get together? "
Their songs
Is so melodious
The sun shines on them.
Stand proudly.
And bare arms.
And a forehead shining with dignity
Their songs
Went to the other side of the bridge?
sunlight
The streets are overcrowded.
Bathed in the sun
The other side of the street
A group of workers in clothes covered with soot.
Handling machine
The edges and corners of the metal are shining with white light.
The sun shines? What is the animal husbandry system in Liuzigou? Knock the horn?
They gave a slow and heavy cry.
"Hang-yo!
Hang-yo
We are workers.
Workers are the most pitiful.
Born in poverty
Grow up through labor
Busy all year round.
For food and clothes
I am full.
It's not warm in it.
Hang-yo
Hang-yo
Since August 13
The enemy is attacking.
The factory was blown up.
Everything was robbed.
Tens of millions of workers
Hunger and exile
We're in the rear.
We should step up our labor.
Produce for the country
Sweat for the war of resistance
A day of victory
Life is full and warm.
Hang-yo
Hangyou? "
They bring a lot of noise.
Turn?
sunlight
Spill over an empty field.
open field
Thousands of soldiers in straw yellow uniforms
practise
Helmets on their heads
And the bayonet on the gun
Blinking white light
They spoke solemnly.
wait for
That timely phone call
at present
They started.
From the neat footsteps
I heard.
"one! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! Four!
We come from the fields.
We come from a mountain village.
We live in a small room.
We are breathing in the barn.
We plow, plow.
The enemy came to our hometown.
Our hut was burnt down.
Our livestock have been eaten up.
Our parents were killed.
Our wives and daughters were raped.
We have no sickles and hoes.
Only carrying bullets and guns on your back
We're going to use flashing bayonets
Take back our land.
Go back to our hometown
Destroy our enemies.
Where did the enemy's feet go?
Where does the enemy's blood flow?
One! Two! Three! Four!
One! Two! Three! four
"
What kind of adventure is this?
Today is eight o'clock.
today
Running on the path of the sun
I no longer hang my head.
Put your hands in your pockets.
No more whistling in the mouth means loneliness.
Don't look at the clouds on the horizon.
Don't wander on the sidewalk.
today
In the sunny crowd.
I will never concentrate on looking for it.
Those sad faces like me
today
The sun kissed my tearful cheek last night.
Kiss me tired of the ugly eyes of the world
Kiss my dumb lips for justice.
Kiss me, it's premature aging
Ah! Shaking back
today
I heard.
The sun said to me
"Come to me.
start from today
You should be happy, right? "
therefore
Fascinated by a new day
The sound of bugles coming from the suburbs in the early morning delighted me.
I'm glad to be crowded in a busy crowd.
I'm glad to hear the sound of beating gongs and drums in the street.
I like circus performances.
When I see those primitive, rude and healthy sports.
I will love them deeply.
-Just as I love the sun.
today
I thank the sun.
The sun reminds me of my childhood.
I asked the sun.
I run very fast.
Still riding on the wheel of enthusiasm
The sun is on my head.
There is no stronger light than this.
Burn my body
Encouraged by its heat.
I used a hoarse voice
Singing:
"So, my heart.
Torn by the hand of fire
A stale soul
Abandoned riverside? "
At this moment
I am interested in what I see and hear.
I feel more generous and loving than ever before.
I even want to die in this bright age?
April Wuchang 1938
Extended data:
Creation background:1April, 938, Ai Qing returned to Wuhan from the war-torn north, and wrote a long poem "Towards the Sun" with strong and rich emotions. For more than half a century, the history of modern literature in China and literary critics unanimously praised it as an important and excellent poem in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period because of the author's spirit of continuous exploration of life and art and his broad aesthetic realm. Because it not only marks that Ai Qing's creative path has reached a new height, but also has a wide and far-reaching impact on the development of China's poetry creation.
To the Sun is more than 400 lines long, which is the longest poem by Ai Qing in 1930s. It consists of nine independent chapters that echo each other. Although there are many different scenes and characters in this poem, they are not mainly narrative. The author still writes in a simple, frank and personalized lyrical way, and takes the emotion of the first person "I" (the author himself) as the main line and lifeline of the whole poem from beginning to end.
References:
Baidu encyclopedia-to the sun