1. Bing Xin’s poems about childhood
Ancient poems:
A child with unkempt hair learns fishing,
Sitting sideways with the reflection of berries and moss body.
Passers-by asked me to wave,
I was afraid that I would be too frightened to respond.
Modern poetry:
Hold up the raindrops of childhood with your heart,
Keep the moist wind of childhood with your hands.
Looking forward to the eternity of childhood in the spring fields.
The pure white clouds are our happy past,
The abundance of the lake is our true feelings,
The excitement in the air, < /p>
It is our laughter that shines like dewdrops.
We are deeply moved by the splendor of childhood.
Childhood is priceless! 2. Bing Xin's poems about childhood
The stars are twinkling - in the deep blue space, how can I hear their dialogue? In silence and in the dim light, they praised each other deeply.
2. Childhood! It is the truth in dreams, the dream in truth, and the tearful smile when recalling. 6. Mirror - If you look at it from the opposite side, it feels unnatural. It is better to turn it over.
Seven The only ones who are awake are lonely and angry people! Listen to the fortune-telling gong and knock out the fate of the world. 8. The remaining flowers are adorned on the branches; the birds have flown away, scattering red all over the ground - Is life also such a glimpse? 9 Meng'er is the one you can't hide the most. She clearly and honestly told you the secrets and worries in your soul.
10 The green buds say to the young people: "Develop yourself!" The pale flowers say to the young people: "Contribute yourself!" The crimson fruits say to the young people: " Sacrifice yourself!" 3. What are Bing Xin’s poems describing childhood
Spring Water (choose three)
Seventy
The deep red of roses
In It was shining before my eyes,
I stretched out my hand to pick it off,
but it withered on my lap
My heart comforted me lowly and said:
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"You have cut off her connection with 'nature',
This rich red will return to dust;
Young man!
Watch out for you " A dull soul. "
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The old man said to the child:
"Just shed a tear.
Just sigh.
How boring the world is!"
The child smiled and said:
"Forgive me,
Sir!
I will not imagine what I have not experienced. "
The child said to the old man:
"Just laugh,
Just dance.
How interesting the world is! "
The old man sighed and said:
"Forgive me,
child!
I can't bear to recall what I have experienced. "
One Six Three
The dusk is gray--
The distant village is ahead,
The mountain gate is behind,
The loess path is winding,
I walked carelessly.
The universe is dim--
Expression is in front,
Destruction is behind,
The path of life is winding,
I walked involuntarily.
A generally distant future!
When I looked up and saw the new moon,
I felt deeply
indescribable feelings!
Paper Boat (For Mother)
I never abandon a piece of paper,
I always keep it - keep it,
Fold them into small boats,
and throw them into the sea.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I am still not discouraged, folding them every day,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised and dream about it for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter put together with tears in her eyes, across thousands of rivers and mountains
Please ask him to carry her love and sorrow back home.
Eight, twenty-seven, 1923, in a boat in the Pacific Ocean.
If I were a writer
If I were a writer,
I only hope that when my works
enter the minds of others ,
I usually don’t care, I don’t say a word,
It passes like water,
Is not worthy of praise
I don’t even bother to criticize --
However, in his life
when pain or happiness comes,
he will vaguely remember
something like this scene It has been described in many words;
At this time, I will shed tears of joy!
If I were a writer,
I would only want my work
to be despised by all my friends and knowledgeable people
——Sneered,
However, after listening to the children, mediocre men and foolish women,
slowly bowed their heads,
Deep thinking;
I can hear "sympathy" stirring in their hearts
Now they are about to shed tears of joy!
If I were a writer,
I only want my works
to have no sound in the world,
no one to criticize< /p>
No one pays attention,
Only me in the lonely day or late at night,
Facing the bright moon
Sisi The rain
The rustling wind
When chanting in a low voice,
can reproduce several unblurred pictures,
This Then I will shed tears of joy!
If I were a writer,
I would only wish that my works
would not shine in the world
No one would hear them,
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No one chants,
I am just sad and happy,
Or alone to the infinite nature
I can express it freely ,
When my accumulated thoughts fall onto the paper,
I will shed tears of joy at this time!
One, one eight, one nine two two. 4. Bing Xin’s famous sayings about childhood
People often admire the flower of success for its brightness now.
However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked in the tears of struggle. ,
Sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. Read well, read more, read good books. ——Bing Xin
People look like flowers on the outside, but you have to look at the heart. ——Bing Xin
If you have faith, you can get a thousand gold. If you don’t have faith, you can’t get a thousand gold. ——Bing Xin
The flower of success, people are only amazed by her current beauty! However, her bud was soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. ——Bing Xin
Crown? It is temporary glory and permanent bondage. ——Bing Xin
The bigger the waves are, the greater the joy is in the silent persistence of the standing rock. ——Bing Xin
A young and lively heart will never linger in sorrow. ——Bing Xin
Young people! If you cannot fly like the wind, you should be as still as a mountain. ——Bing Xin
Young people! Just believe in yourself! Only you are real, and only you can create yourself. ——Bing Xin
Young people! For later recall, be careful to refer to your current drawing. ——Bing Xin
I am a mortal, and I only seek the happiness of mortals. ——Bing Xin
Hope is happiness, creation is happiness. ——Bing Xin
The flowers of self-cultivation bloom in silence, and the fruits of success will bear fruit in the light. ——Bing Xin
As long as a person loves his motherland and has a patriotic heart, he can solve any problem. I can bear any pain and injustice. ——Bing Xin
Real entertainment occurs in response to the requirements of real work. ——Bing Xin
The flower of success, people are only amazed by her current beauty! However, her bud was soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice. ——Bing Xin
A young and lively heart will never linger in sorrow. ——Bing Xin
Listless entertainment will never make your life moist and your career progress. Entertainment is at least as valuable as work, or entertainment is part of work! ——Bing Xin
I adhere to nine words in reading: "Read well, read well, read good books". ——Bing Xin 5. Modern poems written by Bing Xin
1. "Spring Water"
Author: Bing Xin
Spring Water! It's been another year and it's still blowing like this.
Can I take another photo? The spring water thanked me quietly and said: "My friend!
I have never left a shadow, not only for you.
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2. "Mother"
Author: Bing Xin
Mother!
The wind and rain from the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart comes,
I only hide in your arms
3. "Ten Years"
Author: Bing Xin
She sent me a letter and mentioned the evening breeze in Jiangnan.
She said, "It's just that the beautiful scenery has no good friends." ! "
In these eight words, I am thinking about Jiang Bo, the sunset, and the independent figure.
Here there is only the dull rain, only the yellow dust, and only the silence outside the window. God.
My friend! Who said life is like duckweed?
It’s been ten years since I stayed here! >
August 19, 1922
4. "Melancholy"
Author: Bing Xin
When the lights on the shore and the stars on the water, Silently, we looked at each other from afar.
In the vast sky, I could only hear the waves lapping against the side of the ship.
How melancholy my heart felt.
p>The mother in my dream came to comfort me when I was ill.
Her warm words of love - I woke up several times and the medicine cup was no longer in my hand.
< p> The sea breeze presses the quilt, but the light remains,How melancholy my heart is - Asanga!
Walking along the railing, - the laughter of the crowd,
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Can't hide the sadness in Jingli! "I am in the embrace of the sea,
Where is my mother? "The sky is extremely high, the sea is extremely deep, the moon is extremely clear, and people are extremely still.
In the empty universe, how melancholy my heart is - asana!
5. "Stars"
Author: Bing Xin
Stars twinkling -
Deep blue space
How can I hear their conversation? < /p>
In silence
In the glimmer of light
They praised each other deeply.