1. Summary of each chapter of Ai Qing's selected poems
1. "I Love This Land"
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land battered by storms,
This river of sorrow and indignation is always raging,
The angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...
- And then I died,
Even the feathers rot in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
2. "Hope"
Friends of Dreams
Sisters of Fantasy
Originally my own shadow
But always walking in front of you
As invisible as light
As unstable as wind
There is always a distance between her and you
Like the birds outside the window
Like the clouds in the sky
Like Butterfly by the river
Both cunning and beautiful
If you go up to it, it will fly
If you ignore her, she will chase you away
She will always be with you
Until you stop breathing
3. "Snow falls on the land of China"
Snow falls on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China...
The wind,
is like an old woman who is too sad.
Following closely,
stretching out cold finger claws,
pulling at the skirts of pedestrians.
With words as old as the land,
Chatting non-stop...
The one who emerged from the forest,
Driving a carriage,
you Chinese farmer,
wearing a fur hat,
braving the heavy snow,
you Where to go?
Let me tell you,
I am also a descendant of farmers——
Because of yours,
full of painful wrinkles Face,
I can so deeply,
know,
the people living on the grassland,
the years hardships.
And I,
am not happier than you,
— lying on the river of time,
The waves of suffering ,
Swallowed me up and rolled me up several times -
Wandering and imprisonment,
I have lost the most precious days of my youth,
My life,
is also as haggard as your life,
.
Snow falls on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China...
Along the river on the snowy night,
A small oil lamp moved slowly,
In the broken awning boat,
Reflecting the light, with his head lowered,
Sitting Who is it?
——Ah, you,
Unkempt young woman,
Is it
your home,
——The nest of happiness and warmth——
Has it been burned down by the violent enemy?
Is it
It’s also a night like this,
losing the protection of a man,
in the terror of death,
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Have you been teased by the enemy's bayonet?
Well, on such a cold night,
countless,
our old mothers,
are crouching in the Not your own home,
Just like a foreigner,
I don’t know what kind of journey tomorrow’s wheels will take.
——And,
China’s roads,
are so rugged,
are so muddy.
Snow falls on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China...
Through the grassland on the snowy night,
In those areas gnawed by the flames of war,
countless cultivators of the land,
lost the livestock they raised,
lost deprived of their fertile fields,
crowded in,
the desperate alleys of life;
the starved earth,
towards The dark sky,
stretched out begging for help,
trembling arms.
China’s pain and disaster,
are as vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow falls on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China...
China,
Is mine there? Can the weak poems written by me in the light of the night
give you some warmth? 2. Excerpts and Appreciation of Ai Qing’s Selected Poems
1. The Reef Ai Qing waves endlessly, each wave is broken into pieces and scattered at its feet... Its face It looks like it has been cut with a knife, but it still stands there with a smile, looking at the ocean... Appreciation: From the perspective of artistic techniques, in the poem "Reef", the poet casts his unique thinking about life into The symbolic image of "reef" personifies the reef, so when reading, you should be detached from the object and think more deeply.
Indeed, the use of symbolism makes this poem full of words and endless meaning! Live with a smile, no matter how many difficulties and setbacks you encounter, whether you are a person or a nation. This is the most profound revelation that "The Reef" has given us! 2. When the dawn wears white clothes, the green and purple woods go from gray hillside to gray hillside, green grassland, green grassland, and fresh lotion-like smoke flows on the grassland... Ah, when the dawn wears How fresh the fields are when you wear white clothes! Look, the yellowish light is trembling for its last time on the electric pole.
Look! January 25, 1932, appreciation on the way from Paris to Marseille: This poem is about the scenery on the fields at dawn and my own feelings. At the beginning of the poem, the author carefully selected three color words "purple-blue", "blue-gray" and "green" to outline a clear and harmonious picture for the readers.
Based on the above static description, it is also named "Upper Grassland.". 3. Good words, sentences and passages from Ai Qing’s poems
Snow falls on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China... The wind is like an old woman who is too sad. Then the cold finger claws stretched out to pull the hem of the pedestrian's clothes, chattering non-stop with a moment as old as your land... That Chinese farmer who appeared from the forest, driving a carriage, wearing a leather hat , Where are you going in the heavy snow? Let me tell you, I am also a descendant of farmers - because of your faces full of painful wrinkles, I can so deeply understand the hardships of the people living on the grasslands.
And I am no happier than you - lying on the river of time, the waves of misery have swallowed me up and rolled me up several times - wandering and imprisonment have lost the most precious part of my youth. In these days, my life is as haggard as yours. Snow has fallen on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China... Along the river on the snowy night, a small oil lamp is moving slowly, the light is reflected in the broken awning boat, and the person sitting with his head lowered is Who? ——Ah, you unkempt young woman, is your home ——that nest of happiness and warmth burned down by violent enemies? Is it also like this night, without the protection of men, in the terror of death, you have been teased by the enemy's bayonet? 7 Well, on such a cold night, countless of our old mothers are like foreigners who don't know What kind of journey will the wheels take tomorrow? ——And the road in China is so bumpy and muddy.
Snow falls on the land of China: The cold is blocking China... In those areas that were gnawed by the war, countless cultivators of the land lost the livestock they raised. They crowd the fertile fields into the desperate alleys of life; the hungry earth reaches out to the dark sky with trembling arms begging for help. China's pain and disaster are as vast and long as this snowy night! Snow has fallen on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China... China, can my feeble poems written at night without lights give you some warmth? -------------------------- The poet from the Korqin grassland in the north said to me: "The north is sad."
Yes, the North is sad. The desert wind blowing from outside the Great Wall has swept away the green of life and the glory of time in the north - a dull gray-yellow color, covering it with an unopenable layer of sand and fog; the rushing roar from the other side, It brought terror and swept wildly across the desert wilderness frozen in the cold wind of October; villages, ancient cities, hillsides, river banks, ruined buildings and barren graves were all covered with earth-colored melancholy... ... The lonely traveler, leaning forward and covering his cheeks with his hands, struggled to breathe in the wind and sand, struggling to move forward step by step... A few donkeys - beasts with sad eyes and tired ears, carried the load The painful weight of the land, their tired footsteps, slowly traversing the long and lonely roads of the North... Those small rivers have long since dried up, and the river bottoms are already covered with cars. The land and people in the north are longing for that. The flowing spring that nourishes life! Dead trees and low houses were scattered sparsely and gloomily under the gray sky; the sun could not be seen in the sky, only the panicked flocks of geese formed in large groups, flapping their black wings and calling out their cries. Anxiety and misery fled from this desolate area to the green and shaded south... The north is sad; while the thousands-mile-long Yellow River surges with turbid waves, pouring disaster and misfortune into the vast north; and the years Wind and frost depict the poverty and hunger in the vast north.
And I, a traveler from the south, love this sad northern country. The wind and sand blowing on my face and the cold air that penetrates my bones never made me curse; I love this sad land, and the boundless desert also aroused my admiration: - I saw our ancestors leading the flocks and playing the flute. , immersed in the dusk of the desert... The bones of our ancestors are buried in the ancient soft loess layer we are walking on - this land was cultivated by them, and they have been here and brought to us for thousands of years. They fought with the attacking nature, they never humiliated themselves once to defend the land, · They died and left the land to us - I love this sad country, its vast and barren land, brings us simplicity The words and broad gestures, I believe: these words and gestures live strongly on the earth and will never perish; I love this sad land, this ancient land, this land has nurtured the most beloved people in the world that I love. Hardship and the oldest race.
------------------------------- Winter Pond Give to W. I.
The pond in winter is as lonely as an old man's heart - a heart that has experienced the bitterness of the world; the pond in winter is as dry as an old man's eyes - eyes that have lost their brilliance due to hard work; winter The pond in winter is as barren as an old man's hair - sparse and gray hair like frost grass. The pond in winter is as gloomy as a sad old man - an old man bent under the gloomy sky. ------------------------------------ The trolleys are used in countless dry rivers in the areas where the Yellow River flows. With its only wheel, the cart made a high-pitched sound that made the dark sky convulse. Through the cold and silence, from one foot of the mountain to the other, the sorrow of the people of the North resounded. On the frozen days, the wheelbarrow went from poor village to small village. The deep tracks carved by a single wheel on the gray and yellow soil pass through the vastness and desert. From this road to that road, the sorrow of the people of the North is intertwined---------------- ---------------- During that period, I stood under the low eaves and stared at the wild hills and the high and vast sky in ecstasy. For a long time, I felt like I felt some miracle in my heart. I saw a shining thing that inspired my heart like the sun. It roared heavily in the sky, roared like a storm, and rolled in... I was fascinated by it and cheered! ' When I heard from the other side of the snow-capped mountains covered by clouds, the bumpy sound of huge wheels on the uneven road, like those grooms rushing to get married - even though I knew what it brought me was not the carnival and carnival of the festival. The laughter in the circus is a scene more cruel than a thousand slaughterhouses, but I still run towards it with the enthusiasm that a life can exert.
I am not a weakling——. 4. Choosing good words and sentences in Ai Qing’s poem
1. Even if we are a candle, we should “tear until the candle turns to ashes”; even if we are just a match, we should shine at the critical moment. ; Even if our bones rot after death, they will turn into phosphorus fire and burn in the wilderness. ——Ai Qing
2. Personal pain and joy must be integrated into the pain and joy of the times. ? ——Ai Qing
3. Time flows downstream, and life sails against the current. ——Ai Qing
4. There is no eternal night in the world, and there is no eternal winter in the world. - Ai Qing
5. Style is character - Ai Qing
6. The combination of selfishness and greed will hatch many poisonous snakes that harm others. ——Ai Qing
7. Jealousy is a tumor of the soul.
——Ai Qing 5. Good lines from "Selected Poems of Ai Qing"
Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply. ---Ai Qing I love the turmoil of this land In uneasy times, friendship is like a reed in a cloudy sky, trembling in the wind and making inaudible lamentations. --- Ai Qing
As for saying hometown is not hometown, the Kitchen God sticks it on his calf. The mountains and rivers of the motherland are lovely everywhere, and wherever you go, you will find your hometown --- Song of Ai Qing Exploration Team
I have been to many places, and this city is the youngest among them. It is so beautiful, it is amazing to see it. Love is not a mirage in the vast ocean, nor Penglai Wonderland. Every plant and tree in it is made of blood and sweat. "... Ai Qing
Ask about the civilized earth, ask about the thawing river, ask about the swallows coming from the south, ask about the soft willows... Ai Qing's "The Quarrel Outside the Window"
A sailor said that his favorite thing is the white waves stirred up by the anchor... Ai Qing hopes that whose tears will return to the heart? Whose sweat will fall to the ground and form a river! The hotbed of dreams? The waves of life come and go. I hold on to the bright sunshine just as I hold on to the direction of travel. 6. "Selected Poems of Ai Qing". What are some good words, sentences, and paragraphs?
Some people are afraid of light, and some are full of hatred for light, because the needle light emitted by the light stings their selfish eyes.
All tyrants in history, treacherous ministers of all dynasties, and all greedy people have tried every means to imprison light in order to steal wealth and monopolize wealth, because light can awaken people's personal pain and joy and must be integrated into the pain of the times. and joy.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply. There is no eternal night in the world.
People. I don’t like lies, no matter how pretentious or high-sounding the lies are, they will not touch people’s hearts.
Even if we are a candle, we should have a balance in our hearts. Candles turn to ashes before tears dry up; even if we are just a match, we must shine at a critical moment; even if our bones rot after death, we must turn into phosphorus fire and burn in the wilderness to ask about the civilized earth. The thawing river, ask the swallows coming from the south, ask the soft willows.
I have been to many places, and the waves of life are falling in love at first sight. Who is swimming in the middle of the water to keep the hotbed of dreams? What is the hometown? The Kitchen God sticks to my calf.
The mountains and rivers of the motherland are lovely everywhere, because I love this land deeply. .In the age of chaos and unrest, friendship is like a reed in a cloudy day. I hold on to my dreams in the days of constant flow.
Holding on to the bright sunshine is like holding on to the direction of a long journey, not Penglai Wonderland, its grass. Wood, his favorite piece of white waves stirred up by the anchor, whose tears fall back into the heart? Whose sweat falls into the river, this city is the youngest, it is so beautiful, wherever you go, it is your hometown.
I am also the son of Dayanhe who has grown up with the milk of Dayanhe. Dayanhe has raised her family by raising me, and I am my nanny.
Dayanhe, the landlord's son, was my nanny. Her name was the name of the village where she was born, and she was a child bride.
7. Summary of each article in Ai Qing's selected poems
My creative career in the 1930s When the dawn wore white clothes My season was transparent at night Dayan River - My nanny shouted the reed flute ORANGE Paris Marseille prison cell A Visit to the Ancient House at Night The Busker Sun Coal’s Conversation Life Spring Waves Laughter Dawn The Land of Death and Resurrection He Rise Snow Falls on the Land of China The Wheelbarrow The North Beggar Goes to the Sun Man’s Skin I Love This Land He Died on the Second Trumpeter’s Bridge Autumn and 1940s, wilderness, winter, swamps, trees mowing grass, children setting fire to the masses, wilderness (another chapter), highway, boy walking, ancient pine, song to the sun, wind, village, poetry to the countryside, age, wildfire, dawn notice, 50s, spring girl, Ulanova, Vienna A black girl is singing. On the Cape of Chile, the Atlantic Ocean. Poems written on colored slips of paper. Reef pearls. Morning stars. Dove whistles. Snowy mornings. Burnt umbrella fish fossils in the 1970s. Dongshan Kaiyi. Seiji Ozawa. Mirror wine. Hope. Figure skating. Sea water. And tears to the deceased friend Dana's spirit welcomes a charming spring bonsai picking shells looking forward to the ruins of the ancient city of tiger-spotted Beijiao River balance beam female archer diving wall monument to death Vienna's pigeons ancient Rome's Colosseum hymn of light. 8. Appreciation of excerpts from selected poems of Ai Qing
The Reef
Ai Qing
One wave after another
Endlessly rushing over
Every wave is at its feet
It is broken into pieces and scattered...
Its face and body
It looks like it has been chopped by a knife
But it still stands there
Looking at the ocean with a smile...
From the perspective of artistic techniques, in " In the poem "Reef", the poet casts his unique thinking about life into the symbolic image of "reef", personifying the reef. Therefore, when reading, one should be detached from things and think more deeply. Indeed, the use of symbolism makes this poem comprehensive and infinite!
Live with a smile, no matter how many difficulties and setbacks you encounter, whether you are a person or a nation. This is the most profound revelation that "The Reef" has given us! 9. Good lines from "Selected Poems of Ai Qing"
Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply. ---Ai Qing I love the turbulent era of this land. , friendship is like a reed on a cloudy day, trembling in the wind, making an inaudible lament.
--- Ai Qing said that hometown is not hometown, and the Kitchen God sticks to his calf. The mountains and rivers of the motherland are lovely everywhere, and wherever you go, you will be home - Song of Ai Qing Exploration Team I have been to many places, and this city is the youngest among them. It is so beautiful, it makes people fall in love at first sight, it is not a mirage in the vast sea, it is not Every plant and tree in Penglai Wonderland is made of blood and sweat. "
Ai Qing asked the civilized earth, the thawing river, the swallows from the south, and the soft willows.
A sailor said in Ai Qing's "The Quarrel Outside the Window" , the white waves stirred up by the anchor the most... Whose tears does Ai Qing hope to return to his heart? Whose sweat falls into the river! And who is swimming in the middle of the water to guard the hotbed of life? One after another, I hold on to my dream in the endless flow of life.
Holding on to the bright sunshine is like holding on to the direction of a long journey.
Ai Qing holds on to his dream.
10. Beautiful sentences and appreciation in "Selected Poems of Ai Qing"
1. "Reef" Wave after wave rushes over endlessly, each wave is broken into pieces and scattered at its feet... ... Its face and body looked like cuts with a knife, but it still stood there with a smile on its face, looking at the ocean... 2. "I Love This Land" If I were a bird, I should also use my hoarse throat Singing: This land battered by storms, This river that always surges with our sorrow and anger, This angry wind that blows endlessly, And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest... - Then I die Even the feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply... 3. "Give the Sun" In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and was happy to see your glory; - although I was still sleepy last night and was entangled by countless nightmares. Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean brilliance shines on the window that I haven't opened for a long time. The window paper is coated with a light yellow color like pollen, and embedded in the light blue and neat grid. I am filled with gratitude, get up from the bed, and open the window. The windows and doors have been closed all winter, and I asked you to spread the bright tablecloth made of pure gold silk on my table by the window.
So, I was pleasantly surprised to see you: Such reality leaves no room for doubt. You stand on the top of the mountain opposite, and you smile so brightly. I force my eyes open to look at you, longing to capture your image, how intense, how trance-like, how solemn! Your light stings my pupils.
Sun, you immortal philosopher, you bring happiness to the world. Even the most unfortunate person sees you and feels your comfort in his heart. You are the forger of time, the gilder of beautiful life; you cast the days into countless golden wheels, whirling on the ancient wasteland... Without you, sun, all life will crawl in the darkness, even if it has wings, it will only Can fly like a bat in the eternal night.
I love you like people love their mother. You nourish my ideas and thoughts with light and heat - making me live passionately and suffer for my ideals, until my life is taken away by death. After experiencing the long and lonely winter, today, I want to go up to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes, get naked, and bathe my soul in your light... 4. "Notice of Dawn" For my prayers, poet, you Rise up and tell them to give the sun morning, I wake up from sleep, I am happy to see your glory; - although I was still sleepy last night, and was haunted by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean brilliance shines on the window that I have not opened for a long time. The window paper is coated with a light yellow color like pollen, embedded in the light blue and neat grid, and my heart is full of I am so grateful that I got up from the bed, opened the window and door that had been closed all winter, and asked you to spread the bright tablecloth made of pure gold silk on my table by the window. So, I was pleasantly surprised to see you: Such a reality leaves no room for doubt. You stood on the top of the mountain opposite, and you smiled so brightly.
I forcefully open my eyes to look at you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance-like, how solemn! Your light stings my pupils. Sun, you immortal philosopher, you bring happiness to the world. Even the most unfortunate person sees you and feels your comfort in his heart.
You are the forger of time, the gilder of beautiful life; you cast the days into countless golden wheels, flying in the ancient wasteland... Without you, the sun, all life will crawl in the darkness. , even if it has wings, it can only fly like a bat in the eternal night.
I love you like people love their mother. You nourished my concepts and thoughts with light and heat - making me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death.
After experiencing the long and lonely winter, today, I want to go up to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes, get naked, and bathe my soul in your light... What they have been waiting for is about to be said. I have come on the dew. I have come by the illumination of the last star. I come from the east, from the turbulent sea. I will bring light to the world and warmth to mankind. Please bring it through your mouth of an upright man. Go to my message to mankind whose eyes are burning with longing and to the distant cities and villages immersed in suffering. Please come and welcome me, the herald of the day, the messenger of light. Open all the windows to welcome. Open all the doors to welcome. Please. Blow the whistle to welcome. Blow the horn to welcome. Let the street sweepers clean the streets. Let the vans come and move the garbage. Let the workers walk the streets with broad steps. Let the vehicles flow through the squares in glorious processions. Let’s invite the village. Also wake up from the damp mist. To welcome me, open their fences. Ask the village women to open their chicken coops. Ask the farmers to bring out the cattle from the barns. Use your warm mouth to inform them that I come from the other side of the mountain. Come to the other side of the forest and ask them to clean up those sunbathing areas and those ever-filthy patios. Please open the windows covered with floral paper. Please open the door with the Spring Festival couplets. Please wake up the attentive woman and the snoring man. Please be young. The lover also gets up and those sleepy girls. Please wake up the sleepy mother and the baby beside her. Please wake up everyone, even the sick and pregnant women, even the old people groaning in the bed, even those wounded in the just war. Please wake up all the unfortunate people and I will give them comfort together with those refugees who have been displaced by the fall of their hometown. Please wake up all the workers who love life and those refugees who have been displaced by the fall of their hometown. Please wake up all the workers who love life, ask the singers to sing and welcome the grass and the technicians and painters. The sound infiltrated by dew invites the dancers to dance and welcome them in their white foggy dressing gowns. Please call those healthy and beautiful ones to wake up and say that I will come soon to knock on their windows and doors. Please be a poet who is true to time and bring you Human beings ask them to prepare to welcome with news of comfort. Please prepare to welcome all people. When the rooster crows for the last time, I will arrive. Please gaze at the horizon with pious eyes. I will give the most merciful light to all who are waiting for me. While this is happening, The night is almost over, please tell them that what they have been waiting for is coming.