The following is a modern poem I compiled for you: Selected Poems of He Qifang for your reference.
The first prediction that this heartbeat day has finally come!
Ah, the sigh of your footsteps at night.
I can hear Ben whispering to the leaves of the forest and the night wind.
The graceful hoofbeat of elk galloping across the moss path!
Tell me, tell me with your bell,
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south!
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there!
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How crazy the swallow is in love with Populus davidiana!
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop your tired running,
Come in, there's a tiger mattress. Sit down!
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn.
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice!
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Tell me about my fiery life.
Don't move forward! There is an endless forest ahead:
Ancient trees bear the marks of wild animals,
Twisted like a half-dead rattan python,
There is not a star in the thick leaves. .
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the first empty voice.
Do we have to go? Please wait for me to go with you!
My steps are familiar with every familiar path,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I give it to you, I give you the warmth of your hand!
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye without blinking!
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling!
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, disappeared your proud steps!
Ah, you finally lost your tongue as predicted,
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
193 1 autumn
Tell me, what color is happiness?
Like pigeon feathers? Parrot's red mouth?
What is the sound of joy? Like a flute?
Or from the pine sound of millet to running water?
Is it something to hold, such as a warm hand?
Visible, such as flashing loving eyes? .
Will it make your heart tremble slightly,
Tears quietly again, like sadness?
How did happiness come from? From where?
Flying in the dim shade like fireflies?
The fragrance comes from rose petals?
Was there a bell on his foot when he came?
Because of happiness, my heart is the eyes of the blind,
But is it cute, like my melancholy?
Chapter 3 The sound of lonely anvil is scattered all over the cold pond.
The clarified ancient waves trembled like being knocked.
My careless arm wants to droop.
What can I get from this golden stone?
Traces of spring, shadows of laughter,
Stealing silently in loneliness.
Washing frequently in the sun and wind and rain,
Is powder dream different from shallow retreat?
I stood on my stone, and the cold Qiu Guang came.
Its feet are in cold water,
And practice first frost on the Banqiao.
My shadow makes me tremble.
Your youthful voice makes me sad.
I envy it sleeping in the flowing green grass,
Like the stars in autumn falling into the lake,
More jealousy comes from your smooth lips.
Your red fruit exudes a ripe fragrance.
I wonder whose happy mouth will be bitten.
For a flower in my dream,
Or the corner of the dress is hopeless.
Hopeless love is gentle.
I suffer more tender nostalgia,
Ever since you turned your voice into a pearl,
Shocked my melancholy thoughts.
The full moon among the five full moons casts a silver calm,
Roots soaked in grass are like cold water.
The water lily unfolds its virgin heart from the dream,
The tips of shy petals are red, as if they had been kissed.
Flower mosquitoes don't sleep in summer nights,
Its wings are like the feet of a wasp covered with nectar.
Steal our whispers and tell the reeds.
Come on, what's sad, what's shivering with cold,
Your heart, like the leaves of the forest, is trembling with the touch of moonlight.
Shake the pure pearl in your eyes, sad dew?
Your voice is as soft as an angel's snow-white arm
Touching every second, time becomes gold.
Do you think I am a cruel lover?
If my chest is as soft and lovely as blue waves,
Put your seaweed-flavored pillow on my heart.
It floated out of the fish's mouth like a bead,
A string of silver rings played a lullaby.
Charming dreams have stopped at your brow.
Your eyes are like orchids in bud,
There is a mysterious night musk deer.
Do you hear the golden stars in the forest?
It was the yellow ripe locust tree that left the liberated branches.
Do you feel the green shadow on your hair?
It is the breeze that slides down from the thick leaves.
The shadow of the exquisite railing has moved to our feet.
What answer do your silent lips expect?
Is it a silent kiss?
There is fog in the valley at dawn. There is dew on the grass.
Dawn blooms like a flower.
The sound of workers knocking on stones
Is so touching my heart,
I said, the best symbol of labor is architecture.
We saw houses on the ground,
We can move in.
Oh, you stone cutters, tree cutters, wall builders and roof builders,
Your heart and I are so closely connected,
We are like brothers fighting for the same building.
I silently wrote this short song for you,
For everyone who wakes up and leaves the bed,
People started working together,
Dedicated to our soldiers who are called by the horn to do morning exercises.
Our students are called by the bell to teach themselves.
Our farmers were called to the fields by chickens.
Article 7 Autumn shakes off the dew covered in the morning,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Character evaluation: Comrade He Qifang constantly pursues and explores in art, and also has his own independent achievements in theory.
Rigorous scholarship and hard work. He studied the formal characteristics of China's classical poems, folk songs and new poems, put forward the idea of establishing modern metrical poems according to the objective laws of modern Chinese, and made new explorations on the forms of poems in his own creative practice. He put forward many original opinions on the study of China's classical literature, which promoted the development of China's classical literature research. He said more than once that doing a good job in the study of classical literature, especially summing up those problems with regularity, will not only contribute to the development of socialist literature, but also enrich China's Marxist literary theory. (China Literature Network Review) [
He Qifang's life has experienced many twists and turns, from a crescent poet to a Marxist literary theorist, from a scholar to a leading figure in new China literature research. He made outstanding contributions to the study of new literature in China and new China.