This poem was written in memory of the late French modernist poet Apollinaire (1880— 19 18). Ai Qing was reading Apollinaire's ALCOOL poetry (French: wine) in prison, and her mood was infected. He was lit like wine. He quoted two lines of his beloved poet as the inscription of the reed flute:
"I have a reed flute/I won't trade it for the scepter of the French marshal."
For this poem, Ai Qing made a simple explanation: I regard the reed flute as a symbol of art and the marshal's scepter as a symbol of improper power; This poem blames Briant and Bismarck. And I said I would reach into the Bastille like 1789. This Bastille is not the Bastille in Paris. "
2. Aiqing Reed Flute Appreciation Reed Flute has rich and extensive symbolic significance.
This reed flute was brought back from Europa. In the poet's mind, Europa is colored. He was deeply influenced by the post-impressionist masters Cezanne, Gauguin, Van Gogh, Mo Rigani and others, who added bright and colorful paintings to the whole world, and was attracted and influenced by the equally novel poems of Baudelaire, Rambo and Wahallen. He also has his own pen related to life. Whether painting or writing poetry, this smart pen makes him live more sober and strong, and he is full of self-confidence.
But he can't paint in prison, and poetry is imprisoned. Both he and his pen have committed crimes. So the poet protested against unjust dignitaries as their agents. He could not publicly expose and curse the imperialists and feudal rulers who oppressed and ravaged China at that time. He scornfully denounced Briant and Bismarck in Europe, because they slaughtered and oppressed European freedom and democracy fighters and upright artists.
This poem is the poet's oath to resist the reactionary rulers of China, and it is also a song to curse their demise.
3. Ai Qing's Appreciating Europa was written in memory of the late French modernist poet Apollinaire (1880— 19 18).
Ai Qing was reading Apollinaire's ALCOOL poetry (French: wine) in prison, and her mood was infected. He was lit like wine. He quoted two lines of his beloved poet as the inscription of "Reed flute": "I have a reed flute/I won't exchange it with the scepter of the French marshal".
For this poem, Ai Qing made a simple explanation: I regard the reed flute as a symbol of art and the marshal's scepter as a symbol of improper power; This poem blames Briant and Bismarck. And I said I would reach into the Bastille like 1789. This Bastille is not the Bastille in Paris. "Reed flute has rich and extensive symbolic significance.
This reed flute was brought back from Europa, and it is colorful in the poet's mind. He was deeply attracted and influenced by post-impressionist masters Cezanne, Van Gogh, Mo's Rigani and other paintings with distinctive personalities, which added brightness and color to the whole world, as well as Baudelaire, Vaharun and other equally novel poems.
He also has his own pen associated with life. Whether painting or writing poetry, this wise pen makes him live more sober and strong, and he is full of self-confidence.
But he can't paint in prison, and poetry is imprisoned. Both he and his pen have committed crimes. So the poet protested against unjust dignitaries as their agents. He could not publicly expose and curse the imperialists and feudal rulers who oppressed and ravaged China at that time.
He scornfully denounced Briant and Bismarck in Europe, because they slaughtered and oppressed European freedom and democracy fighters and upright artists. This poem is the poet's oath to resist the reactionary rulers of China, and it is also a song to curse their demise.
The extended information Ai Qing came back from Europa and brought back a reed flute, which brought back a kind of "homesickness". There are no reeds in the metropolis. Metropolis is a playboy. It can't hear the reed flute. Fetishism brought Ai Qing back to his hometown and re-recognized it.
Ai Qing wrote his most important poems "Dayan River, My Nanny" and "Snow Falls on China". He took a completely different road from the modernist poets in The National SouthWest Associated University. He went back to his nanny. He couldn't "go to the place where he died".
He completed the transformation of the world outlook. Ai Qing didn't bring back Renault cars, coffee or the long "confusing" "violet story from Margaret's trembling lips" from Europa. He brought back a reed flute, which is the product of Jinhua.
This is a paradox. When he came back for the first time, like Ulysses, he returned to his hometown from other places and returned to Dayan River.
Ai Qing started from Jinhua, wearing a robe and mandarin jacket. When he arrived in Paris, he became an elite in suits and ties. But in the end he returned to Dayan River.
He followed the path of Lu Xun. References:
Baidu encyclopedia-Ai Qing.
4. Excerpts and appreciation of Ai Qing's poems (there must be appreciation) Excerpts and appreciation of Ai Qing's famous poem "On the Reef" Ai Qing's waves are not flat, and waves are rising again. Every wave is crushed and scattered under its feet ... its face and body are like knives, but it still stands there smiling and looks at the ocean ... From an artistic point of view, in the poem "Reef",
Indeed, the use of symbolism makes this poem memorable! Live with a smile, no matter how many difficulties and setbacks you encounter, whether it is a person or a nation. This is the deepest revelation from the reef! Ai Qing's poem "Hope" and "Hope" The imaginary sister of the dream friend used to be her own shadow, but she will always walk in front of you like light, invisible and unstable like the wind. There is always a distance between her and you, like a bird outside the window, like a cloud in the sky, like a butterfly on the river. You go up, she doesn't fly, she drives you away. She will stay with you until you stop breathing.
[bbs.bj.sina.com.cn] A modern poem "Hope" Ai Qing's content and background story "Hope" An imaginary sister of a dream friend used to be her own shadow, but she always walks in front of you like light, invisible like the wind, and unstable. There is always a distance between her and you, like birds outside the window, like clouds in the sky, like butterflies by the river. You go up, she flies and ignores her. She banishes you, and she will stay with you until you stop breathing. Ai Qing's works generally describe symbolic things such as the sun, torches and dawn, showing Ai Qing's hatred of darkness and terror in the old society and his yearning and pursuit of dawn, light and hope.
Ai Qing, starting from his love for rural working people and approaching their demands, has been presenting his most authentic poems to them for more than ten years. [9] Ai Qing's poetry, with its close combination with reality and full of fighting spirit, inherited the fine tradition of the May 4th New Literature and became an important harvest in the development of new poetry with its exquisite and innovative artistic style.
This not only reflects the author's artistic talent, but also bears in mind his serious and arduous artistic practice. In his poems, the full enterprising spirit and rich life experience bring something different.
Ai Qing's poetry has a vivid and profound image, and with the end of the poem, this image is completed. Image refers not only to people, but also to the visualization of things and ideas.
The beautiful sentences and appreciation in Ai Qing's Selected Poems 1, rocks, waves, waves come in endlessly, and every wave breaks under his feet ... His face and body are like knives, but he still stands there smiling and looks at the ocean ... 2. I love this land. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... 3. Facing the morning sun, I woke up from my sleep and was glad to see your brilliance. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, clear light shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window. So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly.
I try 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 have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort.
You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat. I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to climb to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes and bathe my soul with your brilliance ... 4. Notice of dawn. Pray for my poets, please get up and tell them to give the sun morning. I will wake up from my sleep and be glad to see your brilliance. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares. Your fresh, gentle, clear light shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly. I try 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 have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort. You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat.
I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death. After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to climb to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes and bathe my soul in your brilliance.
Ai Qing's poem "Tree" answers your poem and love first.
5. The beautiful sentences and appreciation in Ai Qing's Selected Poems 1, the reef waves after waves, and each wave is smashed under its feet ... its face and body are like knives, but it still stands there smiling and looks at the ocean ... 2. I love this land. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... 3. Facing the morning sun, I woke up from my sleep and was glad to see your brilliance. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares. Your fresh, gentle and clean luster shines on the window that I haven't opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. E68A84E8a2ade79Fa5E98193313331365438, my heart is full of gratitude.
So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly. I try 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 have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort. You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat.
I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death. After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to climb to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes and bathe my soul with your brilliance ... 4. Notice of dawn. Pray for my poets, please get up and tell them to give the sun morning. I will wake up from my sleep and be glad to see your brilliance. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, clear light shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window. So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly.
I try 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 have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort.
You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat. I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is 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 and be naked. Bathe my soul with your light ... and say that what they are waiting for is coming. Guided by the last star, I crossed the dew. I come from the east, from the turbulent sea. I will bring light to the world and warmth to mankind. Please take my message to inform those people whose eyes are burning with desire, and to invite them to distant cities and villages immersed in suffering. Welcome my pioneer of the day, the messenger of light opens all the windows and welcomes all the doors. Please honk your horn to welcome you. Please blow the horn to welcome. Please ask the cleaner to clean the street. Please drive the truck to transport the garbage. Let the workers stride in the street. Line up the cars across the square. Please wake up these villages from the wet fog. To welcome me, please open their fences and ask the women in the village to open their chickens. Please ask the farmers to pick up the livestock. Cattle are brought out of the shed. Tell them with your warm mouth that I am from the other side of the mountain. Come from the other side of the forest and ask them to clean up those threshing floors and those permanently dirty patios. Please open the window covered with colored paper. Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets. Please wake up the careful woman and the snoring man. Please invite young lovers to get up with those sleepy girls. Please wake up the sleepy mother and the baby beside him. Please wake everyone up, even sick pregnant women and elderly people. People in bed, even the wounded in the just war and the refugees displaced by the collapse of their hometown, please wake up all the unfortunate people, and I will give them comfort together, please wake up all the people and workers who love life. Technicians and painters invite singers to sing to welcome the sound of grass and dew, dancers to dance to welcome their dressing gowns covered with white fog, and those healthy and beautiful people wake up and say, I'll knock on their windows, and invite poets who are loyal to time to bring comfort to mankind and ask them to prepare for it. Please be ready to welcome everyone. When the rooster crows for the last time, I will come over and let them gaze at the horizon with pious eyes. I will give the kindest light to all who expect me. When the night is about to pass, please tell them that what they are waiting for is coming.
6. Ask Ai Qing for the original writing background of "Reed Flute": I brought back a reed flute from your colorful Europa. With it, I used to walk on the edge of the Atlantic like at home. Now your poetry collection Alcool is in the Shanghai Patrol Room, and I am "guilty" and the reed flute is also banned here.
I think of that flute, which is my most sincere memory of Europa. Apollinaire, you are not only a Polish, because in my eyes, you are really a story circulating in Montmartre, a story with faded powder, long, confusing and violet, which was spit out by Margaret's trembling lips. Who shouldn't spit contemptuously on the turf of Briant and Bismarck-Europa whose eyes are full of greedy and despicable thieves! However, I love your Europa, Baudelaire and Lamb's Europa.
There, I used to play the flute proudly on an empty stomach, and people laughed at my gesture because it was my gesture! People can't get used to my song because it's my song! Get out, you who once sang La Marseillaise, and now you are defiled by that brilliant victory! Today, I was in the Bastille. No, not the Bastille in Paris.
Reed flute is not with me, and the chain is louder than my song, but I will swear-for reed flute, because it is humiliated in pain, I will put my hand into my hand like 1789! On the day it comes out, it will blow out a song and curse the destruction of the world that once bullied it. And I will hold it high and dedicate it to the sea, to the waves of the sea and to the waves of the raging sea in a solemn and stirring hymn! March 28th Information 1933: Ai Qing gave a brief explanation about this poem: "I symbolize the flute as art and the marshal's scepter as improper power; This poem blames Briant and Bismarck. Moreover, I said that I would reach into the Bastille like 1789. This Bastille is not the Bastille in Paris. "
Modern writer and poet Ai Qing. Ai Qing's poetry inherits the fine tradition of the May 4th New Literature with its close combination with reality and full of fighting spirit, and has become an important achievement in the development of new poetry with its exquisite and innovative artistic style.
Ai Qing's poetry inherits the fine tradition of the May 4th New Literature with its close combination with reality and full of fighting spirit, and has become an important achievement in the development of new poetry with its exquisite and innovative artistic style.
7. Appreciate the pigeon whistle Ai Qing, seeking answers and appreciation:
This poem is sincere, full of emotion and profound in artistic conception. Described a vast blue sunny day in the north with seemingly simple and plain language. It expresses the poet's love for the North and New China.
Poetic language is natural, sincere, smooth and simple. Describing "the blue sea, the blue sky and the blue water are bluer" makes poetry have extremely bright color beauty, quiet and beautiful artistic conception, and gives people aesthetic pleasure after reading. Through the description of sunny days in the north, I showed my interest in nature and my deep love for this land. Every reader will be deeply infected after reading it, and love will arise.
This poem was written in the early days of the founding of New China. At this stage, the theme of Ai Qing's poems is mainly to praise the light of new China and the independence of the motherland and the liberation of the people. And focus on exploring people's spiritual beauty, capturing images and expressing life from the perspective of people's spiritual life. This poem is no exception. By praising the vast and far-reaching sunny days in the north, the author expressed his love for the motherland and his yearning for a new life.
The original pigeon whistle:
Sunny days in the north
A vast area
I like its color.
Bluer than the sea.
How I want to fly.
High altitude vortex
Give an intoxicating roar
The sound travels farther and farther. ...
If anyone can understand
This melodious melody
He would prefer blue.
-Sunny days in the north
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Ai Qing's Poetic Style
Before liberation, Ai Qing cursed the darkness and eulogized the light with deep, intense and unrestrained brushwork. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he continued to praise the people, praise the light and think about life.
His Return songs are more extensive in content, deeper in thought, deeper in emotion, more diverse in techniques and more sophisticated in art. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, his poetry collections include Cheers, Gem Red Star, Cape, Colored Poetry, Exotic Poetry, Snow Lotus and Selected Poems of Ai Qing.
Ai Qing became an outstanding person with his singing style full of artistic individuality, and practiced his poetic aesthetic proposition of "simplicity, simplicity, concentration and liveliness".
References:
Sogou encyclopedia-Ai Qing's poems