Ai Qing's Modern Poetry

In our ordinary daily life, we are most unfamiliar with poetry, right? Different poems, the language style, characteristics and skills expressed by its language art are different. In fact, many friends are not quite sure what kind of poetry is good poetry, the following is a complete list of Ai Qing's modern poetry that I have collected for you, just for reference, let's take a look.

1. Bridge

When the land and the land were divided by water,

When the road and the road were cut off by water,

Wise human beings stood at the water's edge:

And so the bridge arose.

Mankind, who suffers from trekking,

should be thankful for bridges.

Bridges are the connection between land and land;

Bridges are the love between rivers and roads;

Bridges are the stage where boats and vehicles nod their heads in salute;

Bridges are the place where boat riders and walkers wave goodbye.

2, winter pond

winter pond,

lonely like the old man's heart -

heart full of experience of the world's sorrows;

winter pond,

dry like the old man's

The winter pond is as dry as an old man's eye--

An eye that has lost its light through toil and suffering;

The winter pond is as barren as an old man's hair--

Hair that is as sparse and gray as frosted grass.

Gloomy as a sad old man -

Rickety old man under a gloomy canopy.

3. Handcart

In the region where the Yellow River flows

At the bottom of countless dried-up rivers

The handcart

With its only wheel

emits a shrill sound that makes the dome of the gloomy sky spasm

Buds through the cold and the stillness

From the foot of this one

From this foot of the hill

To that foot of the hill

The sadness of the people of the North

In the days of snow and ice

Between poor little villages

The handcart

With its separate wheels

Carved deep ruts in the grayish-yellow earth

Across the vastness and the desert.

From this road

to that road

intertwined

with the sadness of the people of the North

4. Lost Years

Unlike lost bundles

which can be found in the lost and found

lost years

are not even known where they were lost. p> Don't even know where they were lost -

There are the ones that disappeared in bits and pieces,.

Some were lost for ten or twenty years,

Some .

Some are lost in noisy cities,

Some are lost in distant wildernesses,

Some are lost in crowded stations,

Some are lost under cold, empty oil lamps;

The lost ones aren't like pieces of paper that can be picked up,

but are more like bowls of water thrown to the ground

dried up in the sun and not seen in the shadows;

Time is a flowing liquid - a liquid that can be picked up and not seen in the sun;

Time is a flowing fluid - a liquid that is not seen in the sun.

Time is a flowing liquid -

It cannot be salvaged with a sieve or a net;

Time cannot be solid,

It would be better if it were fossilized,

Even if it were tens of thousands of years old, it would be found in the rock formations.i

Time is also like a gas,

Like the head of a speeding train, time is like a gas,

Time is like a gas,

It is like the head of a speeding train. p> Like smoke rising from the head of a speeding train!

Lost years are like a friend,

disconnected, enduring some suffering,

suddenly getting the news; that he

has long since departed from the earth

5. Times

I stood under the eaves of a low roof

looking out of my mind at the

I stood under the eaves of a low house, looking out at the wild hillocks

and the high, empty sky,

and for a long, long time, as if I had felt something miraculous in my heart,

I saw a shining thing

which inspired me like the sun,

and it came rolling in the sky with a heavy roar,

and with a stormy, fierce roar.

The sky was a place of great beauty, and I saw it as the sun, and I saw it in the sky. ......

To it I yearn and cheer!

When I hear from the cloudy side of the snowy mountains

The rattling of the great wheels on the uneven road

Like grooms on their way to weddings

- though I know that what it brings to me

Is not the revelry of a festival

And the laughter of some vaudeville house

That is, the laughter of a juggling club. the laughter of some vaudeville house

but a sight more cruel than a thousand slaughterhouses,

and yet I run to it

with as much zeal as a life can muster.

I am not weak - I am not complacent,

I am not one whom I can comfort or deceive myself

I am not content with that which the world has ever given me

- neither honor, nor

Nor the gloomy gaze and the night-like hate

Nor the happiness with which men's eyes shine

I feel empty where you do not know

The world that has given me life

I am forever stretching out my arms

I ask to climb the mountains

I ask to cross the seas

I want to meet higher praises, greater slanders

More insurmountable grievances, and more fatal blows-

All for the sake of the deep chasm of time that I want to rise up from ......

No more personal suffering will be be greater than mine-

I am faithful to the times, devoted to the times, and I am silent

Unwillingly, like a captured prisoner

Silent before being escorted to the execution ground

I am silent for the sake of words that do not ring loud enough

Like the early summer's Thunder rolls across the cloudy skies

Showering my passions in my raging cries

Devoted to that which excites me so much and surprises me so much

I love it more than anything I've ever loved

I would give my life for it to come

Delivered to it from my innermost body up to my very soul

I look so humble in front of it

that I even want to lie on my back on the ground

and let its feet tread over my chest like a road

6. To the sun

In the morning, when I wake up from my sleep

I rejoice to see your radiance;

-- Though last night I was still sleepy,

And haunted by innumerable nightmares.

Thy fresh, tender, and clear light,

Shining on my long unopened window,

And giving the paper a yellowish, pollen-like color,

Nestled in the light blue and neat latticework of shadows,

I was filled with thankfulness, and arose from my bed,

And opened the door of the window, which had been shut for the winter,

That thou mightst bring to me

I got up from my bed and opened the door of the window, which had been closed for the winter,

and asked you to spread on the table by the window a bright tablecloth made of gold silk.

Then, to my surprise, I saw you:

So real that there was no room for doubt,

you stood on the top of the opposite mountain,

and smiled so brightly.

I opened my eyes hard to see you,

longing to capture your image,

how intense, how trance-like, how solemn!

Your light stung my pupils.

O Sun, thou immortal philosopher,

Thou bringest joy to the earth,

And even the most unfortunate sees thee,

and feels thy comfort in his heart.

You are the forger of time,

the gilders of the good life;

you cast the days into countless golden wheels,

hovering in the ancient wilderness ......

If there were no you, the sun,

all life would lie prostrate in the gloom,

even with wings,

all life would lie prostrate in the gloom. >

Even if it had wings, it would only fly like a bat

in the eternal night.

I love you as men love their mothers,

and you feed my ideas and thoughts with light and heat -

so that I live passionately, and agonize over ideals,

until my life is taken away by death.

After a long, lonely winter,

today I want to go up to the top of the mountain,

to dismantle my clothes, to be naked,

to bathe my soul in your light ......

7. Notice of the Dawn.

For the sake of my prayer

Arise, O poet

And tell them

That what they have waited for has come

That I have come in the dew

And have been guided by the light of the last star

That I have come from the east

From the sea that is raging with the billows

And I will bring light to the world.

I will bring light to the world

And warmth to mankind

By the mouths of your righteous people

Please carry my message

Inform mankind, whose eyes are burned with longing

And the cities and villages far away, steeped in misery

And ask them to come and welcome me

Herald of the day, bringer of light.

Open all the windows to welcome

Open all the doors to welcome

Please sound your sirens to welcome

Please blow your horns to welcome

Please have the scavengers come to clean the streets

Please have the carriers come to remove the garbage

Let the laborers walk down the streets with wide strides

Let the vehicles flow through the squares in brilliant Let the villages also wake up from the damp mist

Open their hedges to welcome me

Let the village women open their chicken coops

Let the farmers bring their oxen from the barn

Inform them through your warm mouth

That I have come from over the mountains and over the forests

Let them clean up those sunny fields

And let the porters come to remove the garbage. them to clean up the sunny fields

and the patios that are always dirty

please open the windows that are covered with flowery paper

please open the doors that are decorated with spring scrolls

please wake up the attentive women

and the snoring men

please wake up the young lovers too

and the sleepy maidens

please wake up the sleepy mothers

and the young lovers too. Wake up the sleepy mother

And the babe beside her

Wake up everyone

Even the sick and the sick in labor

Even the aged

And those who groan in their beds

Even the wounded in the wars of righteousness

And those who are refugees from the loss of their homeland

Wake up all the unfortunate ones

And those who have been displaced from their homeland

Please, wake up all those who are in need. Wake up all the unfortunate ones

I will give them all comfort

Wake up all those who love life

Workers, technicians and painters

Let the singers welcome us with their songs

With the sound of the grass seeping with the dew

Let the dancers welcome us with their dances

And with their morning coats of mist

Let the healthy and the beautiful be welcomed

And let the people who are in the world be welcomed.

Please call those who are healthy and beautiful to wake up

Saying that I am coming soon to knock on their windows

Please be faithful to the poets of time

And bring to mankind a message of comfort

Ask them to prepare for a welcome, ask all men to prepare for a welcome

I am coming when the rooster crows for the last time

Ask them to gaze up at the sky with devout Gaze into the heavens with devout eyes

I will give the most gracious light to all who look for me

Tell them, while the night is almost over

That what they have waited for is coming