Ai Qing (19 10- 1996), formerly known as Jiang Haicheng, has published poetry collections Dayan River (1936), North China (1939) and Facing the Sun.
Dayan River —— My nanny's notice —— The lost years when fish fossils and tiger-spotted shellfish found each other at dawn. The bonsai was given to the female sculptor Zhang Ti. I love this land, the sun.
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Wild Goose River-My Nanny
Dayanhe is my nanny.
Her name is the name of the village where she was born
She is a child bride,
Dayanhe is my nanny.
I am the son of the landlord;
I also grew up eating milk from Dayan River.
Son of Dayanhe.
Dayan and I raised a family by raising me.
I grew up on your milk,
Dayanhe, my nanny.
Along the river, I saw snow today, which reminds me of you:
Your grave is covered with snow,
Your closed former residence, the dead Wafi on the roof,
The ten-square-foot garden you pawned,
The mossy stone chair in front of your door,
Along the river, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you.
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me;
After you set up the stove,
After you took the charcoal ash off your apron,
When you taste the cooked rice,
After you put the black sauce bowl on the black table,
After you mended your son's clothes cut by thorns on the hillside,
When you have bandaged the child's hand cut by the firewood knife,
After you strangled the lice on your husband's shirt one by one,
After you picked up your first egg today,
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me.
I am the landlord's son,
After I ate all your milk in Dayan River,
I was taken home by my parents.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying?
I'm a new guest at my parents' house!
I touched the furniture carved with red paint,
I touched the gold pattern on my parents' bed,
I looked blankly at the plaque on the eaves that I didn't know, "Family Fun".
I touched the silk and shell buttons of my new dress.
I looked at my mother's strange sister,
I sat on a kang stool with a brazier painted on it.
I ate milled rice three times,
However, I am so embarrassed! Because I
I became a new guest in my parents' house.
Dayan River, for living,
After she used up all the lotion,
She began to work with her arms hugging me;
She washed our clothes with a smile.
With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond near the village with a vegetable basket.
She smiled and cut the radish with ice.
With a smile on her face, she took out the spent grains eaten by pigs with her hands.
She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan.
Smiling, she came to the square with a dustpan.
Sun those soybeans and wheat,
Dayan River, for living,
After she used up all the lotion,
She just holds my arm and works.
Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby;
During the Chinese New Year, I was busy cutting him the candy of that winter rice.
For him, he often goes to his home near her village quietly.
For him, go up to her and call "Mom".
Dayan River painted his bright red and green Guan Yunchang.
Stick it on the wall next to the stove,
Dayanhe will boast and praise his breasts to his neighbors;
Dayan and had a dream that can't be told:
In the dream, she ate her child's wedding wine,
Sitting in the magnificent celebration hall,
Her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately calls her "mother-in-law"
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Dayanhe, love her baby!
Dayan and died before her dream woke up.
When she died, her breasts were not with her,
When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her.
Five sons, all crying sadly,
When she died, she whispered the name of her child.
Dayanhe, dead,
When she died, her breasts were not with her.
Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face!
With the bullying of human life for more than forty years,
The misery of countless slaves,
With a four-dollar coffin and some straws,
There are only a few feet of land to bury the coffin,
With the ashes of a handful of paper money,
Wild goose river, she went away in tears.
This is big research and don't know:
Her drunken husband died,
The eldest son became a bandit,
The second one died in the smoke of gunfire,
Third, fourth and fifth times
And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world.
When I returned to my native land after a long wandering,
On the hillside, in the fields,
When the two brothers met, they were closer than they were six or seven years ago!
This, this is for you, quietly sleeping Dayan River.
What you don't know!
Dayanhe, your baby is in prison today.
Write a hymn for you,
Give you the purple soul under the loess,
Reach out to you and hug my hand,
Let you kiss my lips,
What is presented to you is a muddy and gentle face.
It's for you, because you lifted my breasts,
To your sons, my brothers,
To everything on earth,
My big weir nanny and their son,
Dedicated to Da Yanhe who loves me as his own son.
Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk.
Your son
I respect you.
Love You!
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Li Ming's common sense
For my wish.
Poet, get up
Please tell them.
Said that what they were waiting for came.
Said I came through the dew
Has been led by the last star.
I come from the east.
From the rough sea
I will bring light to the world.
And will bring warmth to mankind.
Lend you the mouth of an upright man
Please take down my message.
Tell those who are full of longing in their eyes
And distant cities and villages immersed in suffering.
Ask them to welcome me.
Pioneer of day, messenger of light
Open all the windows to welcome you.
Open all the doors. Welcome.
Please whistle to welcome you.
Please blow the horn to welcome.
Ask the cleaner to clean the street.
Please drive a van to remove the garbage.
Let the workers walk in the street with broad steps.
Line up the cars across the square.
Please also wake up the village from the wet fog.
To welcome me, I opened their fence.
Ask the women in the village to open the chicken coop.
Ask the farmers to pull the cows out of the cowshed.
Let them know with your warm mouth.
Said I came from the other side of the mountain, the other side of the forest.
Ask them to clean the threshing floor.
And those patios that are always dirty
Please open the window with the sticker.
Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets.
Please wake up this careful woman.
And the man who snores.
Please let the young lovers get up, too
And those sleepy girls
Please wake up the sleepy mother.
And the baby around him
Please wake everyone up.
Even those sick women.
Even those who are elderly
People groaned in bed.
Even those who were injured in the just war.
And those displaced by the collapse of their hometown.
Please wake up all unfortunate people.
I will also give them comfort.
Please wake up all those who love life.
Workers, technicians and painters
Please welcome the singer with a song.
The sound of grass soaking dew
Please welcome the dancers with dancing.
Put on their white misty dressing gowns.
Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people.
Said I was going to knock on their windows.
Please be a poet who is loyal to time.
News that brings comfort to mankind
Let them prepare for it, let everyone prepare for it.
I will come when the rooster crows for the last time.
Ask them to gaze at the sky with pious eyes.
I will give the kindest light to all who expect me.
Please tell them before the end of tonight.
Said that what they were waiting for came.
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Getaiyang
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am glad to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean luster,
Shining on my long-unopened window,
Paint enough paper with a pale yellow color like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so grateful that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you weave the bright tablecloth with all the gold wires,
Spread it out on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
So real that there is no doubt that,
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so clearly.
I tried to open my eyes to see you,
Eager to capture your image,
How intense, how trance, how solemn!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to the world,
Even if I have the misfortune to meet you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are the blacksmith of time,
A good life;
You cast the days into countless golden wheels,
Flying in the ancient wasteland ...
Without you, sun,
All life will crawl in the shadow,
Even with wings, it can only be like a bat.
Fly in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion and suffer for my ideals.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Take off my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
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ichthyolite
How vivid the action is,
How energetic,
Jumping in the waves,
Floating on the sea;
Unfortunately, there was a volcanic eruption.
Could be an earthquake,
You lost your freedom,
Cut into dust;
Hundreds of millions of years later,
Geological exploration team,
Found you in the rocks,
Still lifelike.
But you were silent,
Not even a sigh,
Scales and fins are intact,
But can't move;
You're absolutely still,
No response to the outside world,
Can't see the sky and water,
I can't hear the waves.
Staring at a fossil,
Even fools learn a lesson:
Without exercise,
There is no life.
To live is to fight,
March forward in the struggle,
Even in death,
Energy should also be used cleanly.
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A tiger
Beautiful tiger spot
Shine on you
What makes you so elegant?
What makes you shine?
More exquisite than the best porcelain.
Harder than a white gem.
An oval shape as smooth as a goose egg.
I can't find a scar the size of a needle tip
How many years at the bottom of despair
Rolling in the boundless waves.
A suit of jade armor _
Protect the most vulnerable life.
If the occasional waves hadn't swept me to the beach.
I never expected to see such beautiful sunshine.
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Be discovered by the other party
-the title of "Chang Lin Diamond"
Good products from the earth are the wealth of nature.
One's greatness brings glory to a place.
-Wang Bo
I don't know how many billion years.
Buried in the ground
Existence equals non-existence,
Even hope was killed.
A girl dug deep into the land.
Suddenly I saw it jump out.
Girls' eyes and diamonds
At the same time, the light shines.
It's like turning on a switch.
In an instant.
Two kinds of light shine on each other.
Marvel Comics looked at each other's beauty.
Dazzling diamonds
Like light yellow sunlight.
Illuminated the land of the motherland.
Predict that there are countless treasures underground.
Sparkling diamond
Nothing is more difficult than this.
The girl contributed it to the country.
Once knocked on the door of industry
Changlin brigade got the diamonds.
Diamonds come into this world with brilliance.
More dazzling than diamonds
It is the idea that girls love their motherland.
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Lost Years
Unlike lost luggage.
You can get it back at the lost and found office.
Lost Years
I don't even know where I lost it—
Some have disappeared in dribs and drabs.
Some have been lost for ten or twenty years,
Some are lost in the noisy city,
Some are lost in distant wasteland,
Some are crowded stations,
Some are under abandoned small oil lamps;
What is lost is not like a piece of paper, you can pick it up.
More like a bowl of water spilled on the ground.
It is dry and has no shadow;
Time is a flowing liquid-
Cann't afford to salvage with a sieve or net;
Time cannot become a solid,
If only it were a fossil,
Even tens of thousands of years ago, I could find it in the rocks.
Time is like a gas,
Like smoke from the front of a speeding train!
The lost years are like a friend,
Isolated from the world, suffered some hardships,
Get news suddenly; Say that he
Long gone.
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potted landscape
It seems that they are all ancient relics.
The plants here have turned into minerals.
The trunk is bronze and the technical fork is wire.
Even the leaves are patina.
In the antique yard
It's not cold in winter and not hot in summer.
A shelf made of rosewood and mahogany.
This also shows their prominent position.
In fact, they are all unfortunate products.
I've lost my true colors.
In all kinds of flowerpots
Suffer oppression and injustice
Every process of growing up
There is also the torture of wire winding and knife scissors.
At the mercy of others, you can't stretch freely
Some develop, some shrink.
Take imbalance as the standard
Typically incomplete,
Like a hunchbacked old man,
Boast about grotesque deformities
Some stick out from the abdomen,
Some show roots.
Leave a few crooked branches.
Sesame leaves represent youth.
Like a group of wounded soldiers devastated by war.
Support the life of the disabled.
However, all the flowers and trees
Everyone should have their own world.
Roots absorb soil nutrients.
Branches and leaves carry rain and dew and sunshine.
Free extension of normal development.
Feel at ease under the sky
Accept the caress of nature
Give off your own fragrance.
Now everything is upside down.
A few people get older and the elderly get smaller.
In order to satisfy people's curiosity
Show off the skills of flower farmers
Soft enough to wrap around your fingers.
The vegetation is silent and the axe knife is added.
Maybe this is an art, too.
But what I wrote was a mockery of freedom.
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To the female sculptor Zhang Deti.
Hair runs through your fingers.
Like waves
The hardships of the years remain on my forehead.
From your eyes, from your fingers.
Sad eyes
Lips Wide Shut
There's one I ran through your fingers.
Use my breath.
Take my temperature.
I was silent.
Maybe it's misfortune.
Because of you, I have extended my life.
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I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
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sun
From the ancient tomb
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. ...
It's hard to hide the light.
Breathe life
Let tall trees and branches dance with it.
Let the river run to it with crazy songs
I heard it when it came.
Insect pupae that sting in winter are spinning underground.
The crowd spoke loudly in the clearing.
A distant city
Call it electricity and steel.
So my heart and chest
Torn by the hand of fire
A stale soul
Abandoned by the river
I have a firm belief in human regeneration.
These are all his poems!