Doze by the fire, take down this poem
Read it slowly, and recall the softness of your eyes in the past
Recall the heavy shadows of their yesteryear
How many loved you in your youthful and joyous hours
Loved you in all your beauty, falsehoods and truths
Only one loved you The pilgrim's soul
Loves the wrinkles of pain on your aged face
Hangs its head down, and by the red-flame flickering hearth
Woefully softly tells of that fading love
On the hills overhead it slowly paces
Hides its face among the stars
Smile-snowflake-star
Everything is spinning fast,
Only you are quietly smiling.
From the red rose of a smile,
I pick the song of winter.
O blue, blue snowflakes,
What are they chattering about?
Answer me,
Are the stars always stars?
Excerpt from "The Stars"
Wen/ Iceheart
One
The stars twinkle and twinkle--
Deep in the blue of space
How do you ever hear them talk?
In silence
In shimmering light
They y celebrated each other.
V
Darkness
How is it portrayed?
The deep places of the mind
The deep places of the universe
The resting places in the brilliant light.
Eight
The remnants of flowers adorn the luxuriant branches
The birds fly away.
Scattered fallen red all over the ground--
Is life a glimpse like this?
One by one
Infinite mystery
Where to find it?
After the smile
Before the words
It is infinite mystery.
One six
Young people!
For the sake of later memories
Take care to paint your present picture.
19
My heart
is a lonely boat
Through the undulating sea of time.
Twenty
The flowering branches of happiness
are in the hands of the gods of fate
seeking the one who is to be paid in full.
Two-six
The high mountain tops
The deep sea-
It's the cold heart
It's the passionate tears
Oh, poor tiny one!
Thirty
Is this how time passes?
Nothing but misty thoughts
have been accomplished!
Four-two
Clouds in the sky
Man on the ground -
Thoughts imprisoned by facts
are the source of all misery.
Four-eight
Weak grass huh!
Be proud of yourself
Only you universally adorn the world.
49
The scattered verses
are a little wave in the sea of learning:
yet they are bright and shining
starry in the sky of the mind.
First of May
The criticisms and assertions of the common people,
like a group of blind men,
presuming the brightness of the moon outside the clouds.
Five-three
My heart huh!
Awake up
Don't get swept up in the vortex of nothingness!
Five-four
My friend!
Rise up
The morning light is coming
To wash your overnight soul.
Sixty-three
Point me in the right direction
My friend!
I am a swallow of the cross-sea
To seek the nest of the waters apart.
Sixty-nine
Spring mornings
How lovely?
Melting winds
Fluttering sleeves
Quiet moods.
Seventy-seven
Little rocks
Stronger
Prepare for the waves that rush back and forth.
Eight-four
Loneliness!
How many boats of the mind
float in your soft light.
Ninety
Sitting for a long time
Push the window to see the sea!
Pay all your boundless feelings
to the microwaves of the sky.
97
Is it true?
The human heart is just a lyre box
Can't stop singing the repeated tones!
Nine-eight
Young people!
Believe in yourself!
Only you are real,
and only you can create yourself.
One-zero-three
Time!
Am I
too much for you now?
Yet what I cast aside is temporal
What I seek is eternal.
107
My friend!
Be precious
Don't cast the pearls of your heart
into the sea where it is hard to make waves.
108
The heart is cold
The tears are hot:
The heart - freezes the world
The tears - tenderizes the world.
109
Rambling thoughts
Gather up and close!
Your center point
Your crystallization
Will be my south needle.
114
What "home" is
I do not know:
But boredom - sorrow
are melted and destroyed in it.
One-three-one
Oh sea,
that star without light?
What flower has no fragrance?
What time was it that my thoughts were
without the clear sound of your waves?
One thousand three hundred and seventeen
Wise man
Forsake the flower of your illusions in your hand!
She is but a vain
Against the light of your eyes.
145
Heartstrings!
Play it -
Let the goddess of memory
dance to your tune.
About the Author
Bing Xin (1900-1999) is a modern and contemporary female writer and children's author. Formerly known as Xie Wanying, pen name Ms. Bing Xin, men and so on. Originally from Changle, Fujian Province, she was born in Fuzhou, and was widely exposed to classical Chinese novels and translations in her early childhood. 1918, she entered the preparatory course of the Concordia Women's University, and took an active part in the May Fourth Movement. 1919, she began to publish her first novel Two Families, and thereafter, she published Problem Novels exploring the problems of life, such as The Scholar is the Only One Who Is Piney and Going to the Country. After that, he published "Problem Novels" exploring the problems of life, such as "Sire" and "Going to the Country". At the same time, influenced by Rabindranath Tagore's The Collection of Flying Birds, he wrote small free-form poems without titles. In 1921, he joined the Literature Research Association and published his prose "Laughing Star" and "Going to the Country". In 1921, she joined the Literary Research Society and published the essays Laughter and Past Matters in the same year. 1923, she graduated from Yanjing University with a Bachelor's Degree in Liberal Arts. She went to the United States to study English literature at Wellesley College for Women. During her journey and stay in the U.S., she wrote a collection of essays, Sending Little Readers, which showed the characteristics of elegance, lightness, refinement and fluency, with a high degree of artistic expression, and achieved a higher level of success than the novels and poems. This unique style was once called "Bingxin's Style" and had a wide impact.
Bingxin returned to China in 1926 after receiving her master's degree in literature, and taught at Yanjing University and Tsinghua University. Since then, she has written essays such as "Return to the South" and novels such as "The Score" and "The Winter Girl", which show a deeper social connotation. During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, he was engaged in creative work and cultural rescue activities in Kunming and Chongqing, etc. In 1946, he went to Japan and served as a professor at the University of Tokyo, and returned to China in 1951, where he successively served as an editorial board member of People's Literature, a director of the Chinese Writers' Association, and a vice-chairman of the China Federation of Literature and Art. Her works include the collections of essays After Returning, Sending the Little Reader Again, We Woke Up Spring, Cherry Blossom Praise, Gleanings of Small Journals, The Collection of Evening Sunshine, and Three Sentiments to the Little Reader, which show a colorful life. Artistically, she still maintains her unique style. Her short story "Empty Nest" won the 1980 Outstanding Short Story Award. The anthology of children's literature, Little Orange Lantern, won an honorable mention in the National Children's and Young People's Literary and Artistic Creation Award in the same year. In addition to the works mentioned above, Bing Xin has also published novels such as Superman, Going to the Country, and Winter Girl, novels and essays such as Past Events and Returning to the South, and essays such as About Women, as well as The Complete Works of Bing Xin, The Collected Works of Bing Xin, and Selected Writings and Translations of Bing Xin. Her works have been translated and published in many foreign languages.
The Market in the Sky
Wen/ Guo Moruo
Far away, the street lamps are bright,
as if they were shining with countless stars.
The stars in the sky are present,
as if lit with countless streetlights.
I think there must be a beautiful market in the misty sky.
Some of the items displayed in the marketplace
must be treasures not found in the world.
Look, the shallow river of heaven,
it must not be very wide.
I think the cowgirls across the river
must be able to ride their cows to and fro.
I think they must be roaming the streets of heaven at this very moment
.
If you don't believe me, look at that shooting star.
That's even if they're walking with lanterns.
Author's Biography
Guo Moruo (1892-1978) was a modern and contemporary poet, playwright, historian, and paleographer. Formerly known as Kaizhen, pen name Guo Dingtang, McAng, etc.. Sichuan Leshan people. During his primary and secondary school years, he widely read Chinese and foreign literature and took part in the anti-imperialist and patriotic movement. in early 1914, he went to Japan to study medicine, and came into contact with the writings of Rabindranath Tagore, Heinrich Heine, Goethe, and Spinoza, and was inclined to pantheistic thinking. As a result of the impact of the May Fourth Movement, Guo Moruo, with a passion to transform society and revitalize the nation, engaged in literary activities and began to publish new poems and novels in 1919.In 1920, he published a collection of correspondence with Tian Han and Zong Baohua called "Three Leaves".In 1921, he published a collection of poems called "The Goddess", which, with its strong revolutionary spirit, distinctive color of the times, Romantic artistic style, and bold and free verse, pioneered the "A Generation of Poetry. In the summer of the same year, he initiated the organization of the Creation Society with Cheng Fangwu and Yu Dafu, etc. In 1923, after graduating from the university, he gave up medicine and returned to Shanghai, where he edited the Creation Weekly and other publications. in 1924, he gained a more systematic understanding of Marxism through the translation of Kawakami Shiu's book Social Organization and Social Revolution. in 1926, he was appointed as the Dean of Liberal Arts at Guangdong University (later renamed Sun Yat-sen University). in July, he took part in the Northern Expeditionary War with the army, and thereafter He participated in the Nanchang Uprising in July, and then in the Nanchang Uprising in early 1929, when he was involved in advocating the proletarian revolutionary literary movement, he wrote novels such as The Drifting Trilogy and essays such as Six Chapters of a Novel, which were full of subjective and lyrical personalities. Guo Moruo also published a collection of poems "Starry Sky", "Bottle", "Frontier", "Recovery", and wrote historical dramas, historical novels, literary essays and other works. 1928, Guo Moruo went into exile in Japan for 10 years, during which time he used historical materialism to study the history of ancient China and paleography, and authored "Study of Ancient Chinese Society", "Study of oracle-bone inscriptions" and other books, which were outstanding, opening up a new world of historiographical research. He has made remarkable achievements and opened up a new world of historical research.
After the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan, Guo Moruo left his wife and children, sneaked back to the motherland, organized the "Salvation Daily", and became the director of the Third Department of the Political Department of the Military Commission of the National Government and the director of the Cultural Working Committee, responsible for the cultural propaganda work of the war. During this time, he wrote six historical dramas, including "Flowers of Tongdi" and "Qu Yuan", which fully display the characteristics of romanticism, and this is another major achievement of his creative work. These dramas drew on the past as a metaphor for the present and closely matched the reality of the struggle. in 1944, he wrote The Three Hundred Years' Sacrifice of Jiashen, summarizing the historical experience and lessons of the Li Zicheng Peasant Uprising. After the victory in the war of resistance, he persisted in opposing dictatorship and civil war when his life was under constant threat. Struggle for Democracy and Freedom.
After the founding of the Chinese people*** and the country, Guo Moruo served as Vice Premier of the State Council, President of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, President of the University of Science and Technology of China, Director of the Department of Philosophy and Social Sciences of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Vice-Chairman of the Standing Committee of the National People's Congress, etc., to engage in the main energy in political and social activities and culture of the organization of the leadership work as well as the cause of world peace, foreign friendship and exchanges. At the same time, he continued to create literature and art, and authored the historical dramas Cai Wenji and Wu Zetian, the collections of poems Xinhua Ode, A Hundred Flowers in Bloom and Camel Collection, and the treatises on literature and art, Notes on Reading (Suiyuan Poetry), Li Bai and Du Fu, and so on. During his life, Guo Moruo wrote a large number of poems, essays, novels, historical dramas, biographies, commentaries, etc., as well as many historical and archaeological essays and translations, and made significant contributions to the scientific and cultural endeavors of China in various aspects. After Lu Xun, he is another glorious flag on the cultural front of China. His writings were collected into 17 volumes of the Collected Works of Guo Moruo (1957-1963), and the new edition of the Complete Works of Guo Moruo was divided into three parts, namely, Literature (20 volumes), History, and Archaeology, which were published from 1982 onwards. Many of his works have been translated into Japanese, Russian, English, German, Italian, French and other languages.
The comet
Come back, or go away forever
Don't stand in the doorway like this
Like a stone statue
Discussing all that's between us with a gaze that doesn't expect an answer
In fact, what is hard to imagine
It's not so much the darkness, but the morning
How the light will go on
Perhaps a comet will appear
dragging the rubble from the ruins
and the names of the losers
and let them flash, burn, turn to ash
and come back, and we'll rebuild
or go away for good, like the comet
brilliant and cold
rejecting the darkness, and reveling in it.
Through the white corridors that link the two nights
In the echoing valleys
You sing alone
The night. Stars
The night
is dark
A crescent moon in the treetops
Fishing alone for a thousand sorrows
Darkness in the firmament
Lights up a thousand eyes
Watching over the vicissitudes of the earth
Silently alone and happy
I would like to plant the stars all over the earth
Lighting up all the dark corners of the world
Watching silently before the dawn comes
But what a dark world it is
These stars are withering away in their sadness
Clouds
The golden dragons and rabbits travel through the space, and a hundred shapes and forms change into one.
Covering the water and mountains, the wind and rain will help the people.
(2)
Marrying with the wind and going to the ends of the earth, where is the home in the clear sky?
The years have gone by without a trace, and the sunset has turned into a sunset.
(3)
The sky is full of colors, and the temperature is different.
Suddenly, the wind is blowing from the north to the south, and the wind is blowing from the south to the north.
(4)
There are many things that can be done to make the sky a better place to live.
It is hard to tell if it is a bird or a beast, but it has seven colors.
(5)
Like flotsam rising into the sky, riding the wind and turning over the ink will be wild.
Born without roots, how can it grow to cover the light of the sun and the moon?
Clouds
Hidden crouching tigers and dragons have no doubt that they can be transformed by the winds of heaven.
The clouds are a great source of inspiration for the world, but they are also a great source of inspiration for the world, and they are also a great source of inspiration for the world.
No waterfalls are hanging in front of the river, and the sweet rains of the river are being brought in.
Dreaming of the green mountains, the sun shines in the morning and evening, and the colorful sun is draped over the sky.
Blue sky and white clouds
Li Fangqing/Poem
Always floating around in front of your eyes
I wonder if I can add fun to you
My liveliness
My casualness
Can I give poetry to your blue sky
It's always hard to let go of me
No matter where I go. I'm always in your affectionate gaze
Even when I drift to the sky
You'll never leave me alone
This may be fate
No force can separate us
No gale or typhoon has done anything to me
But I am still in your warmth. I'm still in your warm embrace
You're still my blue sky
I'm still the pure white cloud floating around in front of your eyes