Choosing the right words in Ai Qing's poems:
Spring flowers are full of greenery, willing to serve the public, extremely sweet and delicious, with endless aftertaste and lasting sweat.
All smiles, laughter like the wind, concentration, hold your breath, stare at the old, upright.
Green manure, red achene, rich fruit, attractive fruit, full fruit, melon, fragrant fruit, sweet juice, dangerous.
Angry, aggressive, driven out of reason, full of pride, steel-like beautiful bones, beautiful, beautiful, light, elegant and aboveboard.
Covered with meditation, concentration, heroism, heroic spirit, grandeur, fat head and big ears, fat head and fat brain, full of dedication
Ai Qing's poems are all good sentences:
Cart?
In the areas where the Yellow River flows, at the bottom of countless dry rivers, unicycles, with their only wheels, make the gloomy sky twitch. Through the cold and silence, the sadness of the people in the north echoes from one foot of the mountain to the other. ?
In the freezing days, between poor villages and small villages, wheelbarrows with wheels separated depict deep ruts on the gray loess layer and cross the vast desert. From this road to that road, the sorrows of the northern people are intertwined.
Dream?
I can only dream when I am awake, but my dream is to visit me when I am asleep. Maybe childhood friends, maybe friends from afar, there is pain on the wire bed, happy encounters on the straw pile, gifts when you are poor, and theft when you are rich. It was either a false alarm or a heavy loss.