Flowers that never wither--Dedicated to the children in heaven
The joyous celebration of the June 1 Festival spreads to the four corners of the world,
I wonder if this affectionate blessing also infects heaven?
Are the children in paradise also enjoying it?
I seem to hear a group of angels singing in the clouds.
How are you now, children who have been so hastily parted?
Our world has changed because of your departure.
A heartbreaking cry accompanied by blood and tears flew.
The flag is at half-mast, the mountains and rivers are sad, the nine continents are sad, and the heart is sad...
Children, please do not be sad,
The hearts of the people who are attached to each other should not be confused.
Let's forget the sadness of this May,
Dry your tears and go after the joy of June.
No matter where you are, there will be warm sunshine;
No matter where your heart is, there will be an ocean of knowledge;
No matter where you are, you can realize the ideals of your heart;
No matter how the world is shaking, don't lose your direction.
You are like the holy snowflakes;
You are like the delicate flowers blooming one after another;
You are like the rising sun that spreads its light forever;
You are like the precious gems glittering.
The will will be stronger after trials and tribulations,
and a beautiful blueprint is waiting for you to create.
The excitement of being reborn after the Phoenix Nirvana
will make you rekindle the light of hope.
May you flow like a clear stream!
May you be like the vastness of the ocean!
May you soar on wings like eagles!
May you always be happy and healthy!
The flower of success
The flower of success,
people only envy her reality of bright colors!
However, her buds,
soaked with tears of struggle,
sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.
2. Bing Xin wrote children's poemsStarry star two childhood!
It's the truth in the dream,
It's the dream in the truth,
It's the tearful smile in the memory.
One of the five stars
Little child!
Thou mayst enter my garden
Thou shalt not pluck my flowers -
Look at the thorns of the roses
They have pricked thy hand
Star 3.5
Thousands of angels
Shall rise up to sing the praises of the little child
The little child!
In his tiny body
lies a great soul
Star 43
Truth,
is in the silence of babies,
not in the debates of wise men.
Starry Star No. 74
Babies,
are great poets,
And in incomplete speech,
spit out the fullest verses.
Spring Water 64
The baby
In his trembling cry, there are words of infinite mystery, brought from the first soul to tell the world
Spring Water 180
The baby!
Who is like him in his innocent praise
When he murmurs
To the evening sun at the end of the day
The feeble pen
Truly when abandoned
3. Bing Xin's poems about children and flowersThe flower that will never wither - for the children in heaven VI. The joyous celebration of the first day spreads to all directions, I wonder if this affectionate blessing also infects heaven? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. I seem to hear a group of angels singing in the clouds.
The children who left us in a hurry, how are you now? Because of your departure, our world has changed. A heart-breaking cry accompanied by blood and tears flew.
The flag is at half-mast, the mountains and rivers are sad, the nine continents are sad, and the heart is desolate... Children, please do not be sad, and the hearts of the people who are attached to each other should not be confused. Let's forget the sadness of this May, wipe away the tears to go after the joy of June.
No matter where you are, there will be warm sunshine; no matter where your heart is, there will be an ocean of knowledge; no matter where you are, you can realize the ideal of your heart; no matter how heaven and earth are shaking, don't lose your way. You are like the holy snowflakes dancing lightly flying; you are like the delicate flowers bloomed; you are like the rising sun always scattered light; you are like the precious gems glittering.
The will will be stronger through trials and tribulations, and a better blueprint is waiting for you to create. The excitement of being reborn after the Phoenix Nirvana will make you rekindle the light of hope.
May you be like a clear stream flowing! May you like the vast ocean broad-minded! May you soar like eagles! May you always be happy and healthy! Successful flower successful flower, people only envy her reality of bright color! However, when her buds, soaked with tears of struggle, sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.
4. Ice Xin wrote children's poemsIce Xin, "After the Rain"
Tender green treetops glittering with golden light,
The square has become an ocean!
A group of barefoot children in the water,
happy as if they were immortals.
The little brother stepped hard on the water,
and splashed the water as high as he could.
He shouted, "Sister, be careful, slippery!"
And he slipped and slid!
He patted his watery, muddy pants,
and mouthed, "Oops - oops!"
But his red, joyful face
beams with excitement and pride.
The little sister, with her short pigtails,
followed the muddy pants,
biting her lip,
lifting her skirt,
running softly and carefully,
wishing that she, too, would have taken such a painful fall.
The little sister, with her short pigtails,
followed the muddy pants!
June 23, 1959
I also play dungeons, point me, I 43~!
5. Bing Xin's works for children"Sending Little Readers", "Sending Little Readers Again", "Three Sending Little Readers", "The Little Orange Lantern"
"The Flourishing Stars" (collection of poems), "Spring Water" (collection of poems), "Superman" (collection of novels and essays), "Sending Little Readers" (collection of essays), "The Past" (collection of novels and essays), "The Return of the South" (collection of essays), "The Auntie" (collection of novels), "One of the complete collections of Bing Xin". --The Novels of Bing Xin The Complete Works of Bing Xin, No. 2 - Poems of Bing Xin The Complete Works of Bing Xin, No. 3 - Prose of Bing Xin Idle Feelings (Poems and Prose) Going to the Country (Fiction) Travels Along the Pingsui Route (collection of essays) The Winter Girl (collection of novels) One of the Collected Works of Bing Xin - Collection of Novels of Bing Xin One of the Collected Works of Bing Xin - Collection of Essays of Bing Xin One of the Collected Works of Bing Xin - Collection of Poems of Bing Xin One of the Collected Works of Bing Xin - Collection of Poems of Bing Xin -Bing Xin's Poetry Collection Bing Xin's Novels and Prose Selections Taoqi's Summer Diary (novel) Miscellany of Returning to the Countryside (collection of essays) After Returning (collection of essays) We Woke Up Spring (collection of essays) Little Orange Lantern (collection of novels, essays, and poems) Praise to the Primrose Blossoms (collection of essays) Gleanings of the Gleaner (collection of essays) Evening Sunshine Collection (collection of essays and novels) A Little Bird" "Remote Sending of Indian Philosopher Rabindranath Tagore" "Painting-Poetry" "Responsibility Comes After Liberation" "The Circle" "I" "The Making of a Literary Man" "New Year's Eve Dreams" "Laughing" "Me+Christ="? Freedom-Truth-Service (1) How to organize yourself before you put pen to paper? The Sea" The Love of the Universe" Pictures" Memories" A White Rose" The God of Ice" Dreams" Introducing an Artist" In the Garden of the Cross" Lamentations (1)" My Good Friend" Good Dreams" Leisurely Feelings" The Boundary of "Infinite Life.
Literature is like a goddess who shoots and hunts,
I am a brave lion.
While I was crossing the mountains,
searching for the future,
she - an arrow in the chest!
In her hesitant laughter,
I fell from a precipice of ten thousand fathoms
abruptly into
the soft net of her splendor.
I am the lamb of gentleness.
The springs gurgle,
The grass grows everywhere;
She looks down with compassionate eyes,
And I am silent and still
I am bowed down under the rod of her staff.
I am a faithful boat,
and send my career on
her undulating waves.
Her smiling face
guides my future,
and her scowl
shows me the way back.
I am a diligent and prudent gardener.
Her spirit I uphold,
Her heart's words I must hear;
Late in the night - early in the morning,
For her I care
For the relentless storms.
No one before,
No one after;
The words stop here:
"For the Lord and for the slave phase end!"
7. Bing Xin's Poem about ChildrenPaper Boat - Sending Mother
Bing Xin
I never want to give up a piece of paper,
I always keep it
I always keep it
I always keep it
I fold it up into a very small boat
I throw it down from a boat into the sea.
And they are thrown from the boat into the sea.
Some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat,
and some were wetted by the waves and stained on the bow.
I was still folding them every day, hoping that one of them would go where I wanted it to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
do not be surprised that it has come into your dream for no reason.
It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter,
and begged him to return with her love and sorrow!
Appreciation of "Paper Boat - Sending Mother"
In the early summer of 1923, Bing Xin graduated from Yanjing University. On August 17th of the same year, she went to the United States to study on the Yorksons from Shanghai, arrived in Kobe on August 19th, and visited Yokohama on the 21st. From the time of writing, this poem is the poet in the tour of Yokohama after the sixth day, on the sea ship to continue to the other side of the ocean to create.
The sparkling sea waves, the surging sea tide, revived the poet's love of the sea of the child's heart; turquoise sea water, flying seagulls, so that the poet and nature close. From Wusongkou after the departure of about ten days of sea life, Bing Xin's early outlook on life "love" philosophy in the three pillars - mother's love, childlike, nature, only "childlike" "Nature" can be resurrected and reproduced at this time, while "mother's love" can not be close because of the distance from the mother. Therefore, the poet misses his mother so much that he gets sick because of missing her, and then he recovers because he sees his mother in his dream. This poem expresses the poet's deep affection for his mother.
The first stanza of the poem begins with his own innocent childlike behavior - folding paper as a boat, saying that he refused to give up a piece of paper on the sea boat, and kept it folded into a boat, and threw it into the sea from the boat. The seemingly plain four lines of the poem pave the way for the eruption of feelings. In the second stanza, it is written about the destination of the paper boats thrown out from the ship, "some were blown by the wind into the windows of the boat, some were wet by the waves and stained on the bow of the boat." All these destinations are not in accordance with the poet's sincere wishes. She "always hopes that one will flow where I want it to go." For this reason, she "is still not discouraged by the daily folding". This shows the strength and sincerity of her wish. As for the hope that the paper boat flow to what place to go, the poet in this stanza did not understand to say, thus creating suspense, intriguing. The poet naturally understands that it is impossible for the paper boat to flow to her mother's side, so the third stanza of the poem turns out to be new. The poet imagines that his mother saw a very small white boat in her dream. If this imagination is still general, "don't be surprised that it came into the dream for no reason" shows the strangeness of the poet's conception. Then, why should the mother not be surprised by the boat's entry into her dream? The poet adopts the method of "showing his will at the end of the chapter", pointing out at the end of the poem that the paper boat imagined to enter her mother's dream was folded by her with tears in her eyes, and she prays that the paper boat carries her love for her mother and the sadness produced by being far away from her mother to flow to her mother's side.
The feelings of nostalgia for one's mother are more abstract, and it is easy to be vague and generalized in writing. In addition, the poem's long lines, slow tone, is harmonized with the long thoughts of the mother.