Author: Ai Qing
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Dayanhe is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born
She is a child bride, Dayanhe, and she is my nanny.
I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk.
Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny.
Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan 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 off the charcoal ash on your apron, after you tasted that the rice was cooked, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table;
After you mended your sons' clothes cut by thorns on the hillside, after you bandaged their hands cut by firewood knives,
After you strangled the lice on your husband's shirt one by one, after you found the first egg today;
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home.
Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house!
I touch the furniture carved with red paint, I touch the golden pattern on my parents' bed, I stare blankly at the plaque I don't know on the eaves, I touch the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes, and I look at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms;
I sat on the painted kang stool in the brazier and ate the rice that had been ground for three times. How embarrassing! Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house.
Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me;
She smiled and washed our clothes. With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond near the village with a vegetable basket. With a smile on her face, she cut radish with ice chips. With a smile on her face, she took out the wheat that the pig ate with her hand.
She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her face, she went to the square with a basket on her back to dry soybeans and wheat.
Dayanhe, in order to make a living, she used up the lotion and held my arm to work.
Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; It's the Spring Festival. For him, I'm busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home on the edge of the village quietly.
For him, go to her and call "Mom", Dayan River, and stick his red, green and Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her breasts to her neighbors;
Dayanhe once had a dream that she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in a splendid ceremony, while her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law".
Dayanhe loves her baby deeply! 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. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her.
Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes.
This is what Dayan didn't know: her drunken husband died, her eldest son was a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived under the scolding of the master and landlord.
And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my native land after a long wandering, when my brothers and I met on the hillside and in the fields, I was closer than I was six or seven years ago!
This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know!
Wild goose river, today, your baby is in prison, writing you a hymn, giving you a purple soul under the loess, giving you a hand to hug me, kissing my lips, giving you a muddy and gentle face and giving you my breasts;
To your sons, my brothers, to everything on earth, to a nanny like Dayan River and their sons, and to Dayan River who loves me as his own son.
Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you!
Second, "homesickness"
Author: Yu Guangzhong
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When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
Third, "you are April day on earth"
Author: Lin
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I say you are the April day of this world, and laughter illuminates the winds around you; Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is very soft, the stars blink inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are wearing a crown of flowers, you are innocent and solemn, and you are a full moon every night.
As yellow as a gosling, when the snow melts, you look tender, as green as a new bud, you are tender and happy, and the water is floating with white lotus in your dream.
You are a flower, a swallow whispers in the beam, you are love, warmth and hope, and you are the April day on earth!
Fourth, "stagnant water"
Author: Wen Yiduo
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This is a stagnant pool, and the breeze can't move at all.
Why not throw more rubbish and throw out the leftovers?
Maybe copper should be green to emerald, and a few peach blossoms will rust on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo qi, and the mold will steam out some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like foam;
The laughter of the little bead turned into a big bead, and it was bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.
Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water can be praised as somewhat clear.
If the frog can't stand loneliness, it is stagnant water calling for a song.
This is a backwater of despair, which is definitely not the beauty.
It is better to let ugliness cultivate and see what world it has created.
Five, "the earth, my mother! 》
Author: Guo Moruo
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Earth, my mother!
It's dawn. You held the baby in your arms and shook it. Now I'm climbing on your back. Earth, my mother!
I took me with me in this paradise. You are still in the ocean, playing some music to soothe my soul. Earth, my mother!
I used to, now and in the future, eat you, wear you and live with you. How can I repay your kindness? Earth, my mother!
From now on, I don't want to live at home often. I will always show my filial piety to you in the open air. Earth, my mother!
What I envy is your dutiful son, the farmer in that field. They are the nannies of all mankind, and you will always take care of them. Earth, my mother!
What I envy is your dutiful son, the worker in the charcoal pit. They are Prometheus of all mankind, and you will always embrace them. Earth, my mother!
I think except farmers and workers, everyone is the black sheep and grandson, and I am also your black sheep and grandson. Earth, my mother!
I envy all the plants, my compatriots and your descendants, who enjoy life freely, independently and healthily. Earth, my mother!
I envy all animals, especially earthworms-I just don't envy the birds in the air: they want to fly in the air without you. Earth, my mother!
I don't want to fly in the air, I don't want to ride a car, ride a horse, wear socks and shoes, I just want to go barefoot and be blind with you forever. Earth, my mother!
You are my real witness. I don't believe that you are just a bubble of dreams. I don't believe that I am just an ignorant person. Earth, my mother!
We were all born in Yi Yin. I don't believe there is a father in heaven. Earth, my mother!
I think everything in the universe is your incarnation: thunder is the sound of your breathing, and rain and snow are the soaring of your blood. Earth, my mother!
I think the ethereal celestial sphere is just a mirror of your makeup. The sun during the day and the moon shadow at night are just your own virtual shadow in the bright mirror. Earth, my mother!
I think all the planets in the sky that day were just virtual shadows of our biological eyeballs; I only believe that you are proof of sex. Earth, my mother!
In the past, I was just a baby without knowledge. I only know that I long for your kindness. I don't know your kindness, and I don't know how to repay it. Earth, my mother!
From now on, I know your kindness. I drink a glass of water, I know it's your milk and my life soup. Earth, my mother!
I listened to all the voices and smiled. I know this is your song, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother!
Everything in front of me is floating vividly. I know it's your dance, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother!
I feel the fragrance and color of everything, and I know it's a gift from you, especially to comfort my soul. Earth, my mother!
My soul is your soul. I will strengthen my soul and repay your kindness. Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness. I know you love me, but you still have to work for me. I will learn from your work and never stop! Earth, my mother!
From now on, I will repay your kindness. I will raise myself and my brothers and sisters with my own blood. Earth, my mother!
The sun in the sky, the shadow in your mirror, shines brightly in the sky. From now on, I will also shine my inner light in all directions.