A modern poem describing rural scenery

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Ponds in winter,

Lonely as an old man's heart—

A painstaking effort that has experienced the world;

Ponds in winter,

As dry as an old man's eyes—

Worn by hard work;

Ponds in winter,

As barren as an old man's hair—

Hair is as thin and gray as frost grass.

Ponds in winter,

As gloomy as a sad old man—

An old man hunched his back under a gloomy sky.

trolley

In the area where the Yellow River flows.

At the bottom of countless dry rivers

trolley

With a wheel

Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.

Bud overcame cold and silence.

From the foot of the mountain

To the foot of the mountain

Full of noise

The sorrow of the people in the northland

On a cold day

Between poor villages and small villages

trolley

With independent wheels

Deep rutting on the gray loess layer

Across the vast desert

From this road

Which way?

Weave with each other

The sorrow of the people in the northland

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. ...

tree

A tree, a tree

Stand apart from each other

Wind and air

Tell them the distance

But under the cover of soil,

Their roots are growing.

In the invisible depths of Dayan River, my nanny.

Author: Ai Qing

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 eating 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 of me,

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.

She went to the square with a smile.

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 her, she often goes to her home near the village quietly.

For her, go up to her and call "Mom".

Dayan River, the red and green Guan Yunchang he painted,

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" ......

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

Live in the voice of the landlord and the master.

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! 1933 65438+ 10/0/4 snow dynasty

This poem was written in the winter of 1932. At that time, the poet was arrested by the Kuomintang for participating in the "Left-wing Artists Alliance" and was detained in a detention center. According to the poet's account, this poem was written in the morning. The narrow window of the detention center and the vast snow scene aroused the poet's nostalgia for the nanny, and the poet wrote this poem with passion. The poem was published on 1934 after many twists and turns. The poet used the pseudonym "Ai Qing" for the first time and became a star in China's poetry circle.

The Dayan River in the poem does exist, and all its stories are true. In other words, the poet wrote the poet's true feelings about the nanny completely truthfully. However, this poem is not about Dayan River: it has become a symbol, a symbol of the earth, a symbol of hardworking people in China, and a symbol of a great mother. Dayan River has no name. Dayan River is just a place name, where she was born. Dayan River is common. Her life is full of ordinary things, which is the silhouette of her miserable life. Her living space is the former residence of a "dead tile", a "ten-square-foot pawn garden", and there is only a "grave full of grass" after her death. Her life is a "black sauce bowl", a "sewing clothes torn by thorns for her son", and washing vegetables and cutting vegetables in the cold river. Her son and husband live a relatively stable life under her care. After her death, they lost these things, and they lived in the hail of bullets and the curse of the landlord. Her image is also the image of the working people connected with the land. They are all rooted in the earth and have the great qualities of workers.

Dayanhe is not without happiness, but happiness is the kindness of a great mother and her deep love for her baby. After a hard day's work, she never forgot to hug and touch me. When I left her, she was still praising me and thinking about my marriage ... Dayan and her love for her son and husband. They all cried sadly when she died. Da Yanhe, a great mother image.

The whole poem does not rhyme, and the number of sentences in each paragraph is different, but each paragraph echoes from beginning to end, and there is a strong internal connection between paragraphs; Poetry does not pursue rhyme and lines, but the proper use of parallelism makes many images complex and not chaotic, unified and harmonious. These make poetry smooth and simple, and contain rich contents. Poets are good at extracting typical images from ordinary life and writing strong rhythms with prose-like poems. Poetry is bold and unrestrained, with beautiful and smooth rhythm, which expresses the poet's feelings of coming to the deep valley and perfectly embodies Ai Qing's free poetic style.

I love this land.

Ai Qing

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 ...

Then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

1938 1 1 month17th.

Ai Qing is a singer of the land, and "land" is one of the two most common images in his poems (the other is "the sun"). "Land" symbolizes the troubled motherland that gave birth to him and raised him. Love for "land" is an inexhaustible melody in Ai Qing's works.

If I were a bird, the whole poem begins with such an unexpected assumption, and readers can't help asking, what is the connection between the image of "bird" and the "land" that the author wants to praise?

The author explained this.

I should also sing with a hoarse voice. At the critical moment when the fire is raging and the national luck is at the head, a seemingly insignificant bird has to fight hard and make an unyielding voice with its own voice. This reminds people that "every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." "hoarse throat", let us see that this is a bird that has suffered a lot, and its singing is made with its life.

The following four lines describe four objects that birds sing: land, river, wind and dawn, and the core is "land". It is worth noting that the author added long modifiers in front of these four objects.

This Land Attacked by Storm is a portrayal of this land being bullied by the Japanese aggressors.

"The river that always surges with our grief and indignation", the river on the land symbolizes the grief and indignation that has been smoldering in people's hearts for a long time.

"The wind of anger blows endlessly", the wind blowing across the land, symbolizes the people's anger at the atrocities of the invaders.

"The incomparably gentle dawn from the forest" indicates that the dawn of independence and freedom for which people struggle and devote themselves will surely come to this land.

"Then I died/even my feathers rotted in the ground." When the bird was alive, it tried its best to sing for this land. After death, it throws its whole body into the embrace of the land, and even its feathers are integrated with the land.

In the second paragraph of the poem, the author turns from a dynamic description of the singer to a close-up of "I". This is done by asking questions. A static close-up of "Why do I often have tears in my eyes" and "Tears in my eyes" shows the grief and pain that has been lingering in my heart for a long time. "Because I love this land deeply", witnessing the reality that mountains and rivers are broken and people are wiped by charcoal, the deeper my love for my motherland, the stronger my pain in my heart.

The last two sentences are the essence of the whole poem, and they are the confession of all patriotic intellectuals' sincere love for the motherland in that miserable era. This kind of love is not only the deep love of the poet, but also the concentration of patriotic feelings of the whole nation. Ai Qing used these two poems to express the voice of the Chinese people in that era.

They are intertwined and reach an agreement.

This Land Attacked by Storm is a portrayal of this land being bullied by the Japanese aggressors.

"The river that always surges with our grief and indignation", the river on the land symbolizes the grief and indignation that has been smoldering in people's hearts for a long time.

"The wind of anger is endless", the wind blowing across the earth, symbolizes the people's anger at the atrocities of the invaders.

"The incomparably gentle dawn from the forest" indicates that the dawn of independence and freedom for which people struggle and devote themselves will surely come to this land.

"Then I died/even my feathers rotted in the ground." When the bird was alive, it tried its best to sing for this land. After death, it throws its whole body into the embrace of the land, and even its feathers are integrated with the land.

In the second paragraph of the poem, the author turns from a dynamic description of the singer to a close-up of "I". This is done by asking questions. A static close-up of "Why do I often have tears in my eyes" and "Tears in my eyes" shows the grief and pain that has been lingering in my heart for a long time. "Because I love this land deeply", witnessing the reality that mountains and rivers are broken and people are wiped by charcoal, the deeper my love for my motherland, the stronger my pain in my heart.

The last two sentences are the essence of the whole poem, and they are the confession of all patriotic intellectuals' sincere love for the motherland in that miserable era. This kind of love is not only the deep love of the poet, but also the concentration of patriotic feelings of the whole nation. Ai Qing used these two poems to express the voice of the Chinese people in that era.

They are intertwined and reach an agreement.