Ye Jiaying's life was full of mixed fortunes, and in her sentiments, she said little, but more about her family, her country, her education, and her poetry. The country's war and displacement, the sadness of the war struggle, have left traces in Ye Jiaying's poetry.
"Qingming half day cold people's realm, lights deep night with love." Ye Jiaying used the poem to express the volunteer for the country and the people in a special era, "Although the world is so dark, all war, all the pain, there is a lamp in front of me, and a lamp inside, I still do not forget the earth, or willing to do something for the world, "Into the world has been spelled out like the sea of sorrow, escape from Zen does not borrow the name of hidden.""
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I've been away from home for tens of thousands of miles in thirty years, and I've been homesick for it for a long time, and once I returned from beyond the sky, I was overjoyed with tears and tears in my eyes. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few hours. My family members are still smiling when they see me, and I remember my youth in front of my pale face. I invited my family back to the car and pointed out the new appearance of the capital city. The square outside Tiananmen Square is open, and the new museums are high and lofty. Roads planted all over the green shade trees, no longer fly yellow Egypt. Xidan went west to my home, the door and alley are still vaguely changed. I am sad that the years have gone by so quickly, and I have spent half my life drifting towards the river and the sea. Entering the door and sitting in my old bed, my flesh and bones reunited by the light of lamps and candles. I don't doubt that this scene is still like a dream, and I really know that I will return to my hometown this evening. Deep in the night, I remember my past, looking back to the past, tears stained my heart, I remember when my parents abandoned me, I was 17 years old, my eldest brother was 15 years old, my father broke the news in Chengdu, the wagtail lost its mother, eight years of hardship, caught up in the enemy, I relied on the kindness of my aunt and uncle, to help me set up each of the three of us. Once I was married off, my hometown was soundproofed and dusty; the sky turned upside down and the earth sang generously, and I felt more intimate when I saw my family again. Two brothers, husband and wife, four teachers, nieces and nephews, many beautiful, happy to see our family good children, as if the light was born in the courtyard. The eldest nephew is a model laborer, the second nephew is an advanced producer; the nieces and nephews of Ah Quan have been to the countryside, and each of them has their own proud and smiling faces. Xiao Xue was just seven years old when she was the youngest, and now she is a Red Soldier. She stood in front of the lamp with her hair in braids and a red scarf in her eyes.
I'm sad that my father is gone,
I can't enjoy my children and grandchildren's happiness,
I'm even sadder that my aunt and uncle didn't see me coming back,
I can't go back to the dead, and I'm crying. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure that I've had a good time. I remembered that I had been married for just a few years when my husband was suddenly imprisoned. In the past, my husband was suddenly imprisoned in Taiwan and China, and I had to face a lot of injustice. I had to cry alone in the middle of the night, but my baby daughter was only three months old in my arms. Although my husband is still alive after three years of imprisonment, his anger is still hard to be pacified. I am teaching to seek a promotion, all day long anxious lips and injured mouth, forced to laugh, who knows to endure tears of grief, even if the fight for false fame is also nothing. The years have been a thrilling fifteen autumns, and it is hard to tell what is on my mind, but I have moved overseas because of a letter from a foreign country. I am glad to see that China has strengthened itself, and that it has made great achievements in opening up the earth and the sky. I tried to send a letter to my family, but I could not help but be overjoyed. I have been dreaming of returning to my hometown for thirty years, but I have finally realized my long-cherished dream. Returning to his hometown, many friends and relatives, visiting attentively thick, delicious and live far away from people, more accompanied by wanton travel **** hand in hand.
The park, the North Sea, the Forbidden City, the scenery is all right,
More art museums in the work of workers and peasants enough to flow.
The suburbs are full of factory houses, and the scenery is different everywhere. The shielded fields are full of green millet and grain, and the communal fields are beautiful and boundless.
The Great Wall is high up in the sky, and the Tomb of the King's Tomb is a grantee,
The history of a thousand years of empire is forgotten, and from now on the people are the masters of their own house. A few days of touring and watching the world, I forgot to get tired, and then I took the bus to Xiyang County, saying that the red flag is spreading all over the world, and I heard that it is like what I see now. When I first met Song Liying at the station, he greeted me with a smile on his straw hat and a frosty face, and his heart was on fire, a typical example of the working people. In the past, the village was a poor dazhai, with seven ditches and eight beams, but only stones, and it was plagued by rain for a long time, and famine and exile continued for years and generations. Once liberated, the heroes of Yonggui turned over a new leaf and won the victory over Chen. The old and the young were united to win the victory, and they realized that success and failure were determined by human beings. Three winters of hard fighting in the Wolf's Nest, chiseling stones and hoeing ice to expand the fields, the will to win was hard to overcome, and songs were sung on the banks of the Tiger's Head Mountain. Now the barren land has been turned into a good farmland, and there is a great opportunity to increase grain every year. The cable car is often heard speeding up the transportation, and a new waterway is built to the hilltop. More fruits and vegetables are planted in the mountains, peaches and plums are ripening, and there are many laughing voices in the kindergarten, all of them with faces like blossoming flowers. The revolution must be divided into different routes, so that we don't forget the poverty of the past because of the present wealth, and only the land in the ditch of education is left for the youth to remember their hard work. I hate the rush of the trip, but the sightseeing is enough to be cherished. Thousands of visitors are not just coming here, but there must be a spiritual cleansing. Returning to the capital, the summer is hard to go away, and the cool breeze makes me feel that autumn is high, so I have to leave my family after a small gathering, and I feel sad that I have to go to a distant place. The eldest brother is sickly and sad to leave, I can't bear to send him on the plane, I urge him to ask for the return date, and I am glad to know that there is a date for his return. I've shaken hands with my friends and family, but I've already left the city and I'm looking back. When I look down from the window, I see terraces in the mountains and rivers. I arrived at Yan'an in a flash, and my old residence was the first time I saw Phoenix Mountain. It was a difficult day for me to plan for the earthen kiln, but I can't wait to see my success. Nanniwan within the mountains blue, warriors back then to open up the thorns, expanding into the good south of shaanxi, looking at the rice paddies do not know the extreme. White head hero Liu Baozhai, hoeing the past talk about Artemisia. All over the mountain hazelnut mangled no one trace, border all rely on the hand from the open. The jungle as a curtain and the ground as a bed, a? The head of a gun.
Since the mountain side of the kiln, cut their own rattan grass and weave their own baskets. The day labor is still learning, birch bark as paper and charcoal as a pen, the winter will come bitterly without clothes, more shear wool to learn to spin and weave. I am glad that the fall harvest has already appeared, the potato and pumpkin and wild vegetables are fragrant, the production can be self-sufficient in that year, and then there will be surplus food in the coming year, the spirit of self-reliance is great, and the statement of "359 Brigades" is beautiful, and the country can be built up by sorrows from now on, and we do not forget to follow the previous track of learning. The green fields spread to Guanzhong, the city of Xi'an has an ancient style, Zhou Qin, the former Han, Sui and Tang dynasties, has not changed the river and mountain meteorology male. The ruins of the city are in the Half-slope Pavilion, between the two waters of Ba Chan, and the stone and pottery have been kept for 6,000 years, reminding us of the culture of our forefathers. The story of Mount Li illustrates that the hot springs belonged to the emperor in the past, and it is only a matter of time before the glory and sorrow of Du Lao, and the knitting of the knitting of the drums and the movement of the fishermen, and the palaces are even more beautiful now, and they are set up to build a capital as a place of recuperation, and I remember that when the change started, there was still a pavilion between the mountains to record the stormy weather. I can't stay in the hasty trip, I went down to Hangzhou via Shanghai again, I caught a glimpse of Chunshen City in the morning, I remembered my old travels by the Whampoa River. The anteroom of the horse race has been changed into a hospital, and begging on the streets is no longer seen. The leases of the foreign powers were recovered early, factories like forests are all self-built, people do morning exercises everywhere, it can be seen that the new consciousness is high, improve the extravagant habits of the day, the hundred years of national shame will be eliminated for a while. The Shanghai-Hangzhou line is traveling fast, the scenery of Jiangnan is not enough to see, the lotus picker is in the picture, the cauliflower is yellow and tender, the mulberry sisal is green. The Western Son of China has never been famous, and the first time I saw the lakes and mountains, I was already attracted to it. The maids on both sides of the mountains are like dyed daisies, and the smoky waters of the trousseau make the sunshine clear. The boat is in the center of the waves, and the tea is boiling in the mountain pavilion. The vulture flies to the green peaks, and the fish in the flower harbor love the red shadow. A day's hasty visit to the small, moving me to find the mountains of deep interest, the itinerary of the night busy schedule, will go to Hangzhou to go to Guilin. The mountains of Guilin rise from the ground, the strange rocks are unparalleled in the world, the wandering spirit is in the blue void, circling suddenly into the bottom of the LIX Palace. Dropping milk for a thousand years, illusion of a hundred views, Yao Tai Qiong Tree dance dragon luan, here all forget about earthly things, out of the cave square shocked by the remnants of the sun. Hanging a seat to Yangshuo tomorrow, the 100-mile boat trip is really enjoyable. The water of the Li River is soft and blue, and the green mountains on both sides are cut with jasper. Fish beams are set up on the fishing beaches, bamboo plants are planted on the river trunks, and persimmons and pomelo are hung on the Yeiguo mountains, making a good living in this hometown. It is difficult to enjoy the tour all day long, but the sun is already dark in the west, so I would like to write a poem about coming back and wishing to take this alliance to be proved in the end. On the way back, I stayed in Wuyangcheng and visited the Martyrs' Mausoleum at dawn. I also visited the Farmers' Seminar Center, where I started a prairie fire and never forgot the stars. The Flowers of Yuexiu and the Pearl River under the Haizhu Bridge. It is a pity that it is difficult for a traveler to stay for long, letting down the beauty of the famous Lingnan City. I am glad that after a long night of hard work, I finally saw the red shadow of the rising sun in the east. The motherland is newborn for twenty-five years, just like a child's shoulder, I have already seen the prominence of the horns of the head, and I wish that the future will be steady with the whip. I am ashamed of my own mistakes, and I am gradually realizing that the new viewpoints are different. I have traveled to the beginning of the new world to see and hear the news, and since then I have been stupid and stupid. Love is the best thing you can do for yourself, and you should sing a long song in honor of your trip.