When you say that your hometown is not your hometown, the chef sticks it on your calf. The mountains and rivers of the motherland are lovely everywhere, and they are home wherever they go-the song of Ai Qing's expedition members.
I have been to many places and this city is the youngest. It's so beautiful that it makes people fall in love at first sight. It's not a mirage, nor is it Penglai fairyland. Everything in it is condensed by blood and sweat. "。 . Ai Qing
Ask the civilized earth, ask the thawed river, ask the swallow from the south, ask the gentle willow. . Ai Qing's quarrel outside the window
A sailor said that the white waves aroused by his favorite anchor ... Ai Qing hoped.
Whose tears came back to my heart? Whose sweat fell into the river! Who is swimming around in the middle of the water guarding the hotbed of dreams? The torrent of life rises and falls. In endless days, I stick to my dream. Keeping the sunshine bright is like keeping the direction of stepping on a long journey. . . .. Ai Qing stuck to her dream.
2. What are the good words, sentences and paragraphs in Ai Qing's Selected Poems? Some people are afraid of light, while others are full of hatred for light, because the acupuncture from light hurts their selfish eyes.
In order to steal and monopolize wealth, all tyrants, treacherous courtiers in various dynasties and greedy people in history tried their best to imprison light, because light can awaken people. Personal pain and happiness must be integrated into the pain and happiness of the times.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply. There is no eternal night on the earth, and there is no eternal winter in the world.
People don't like lies, no matter how pretentious or grandiose they are, they won't impress people. Everyone has a measure of language in his heart.
Even if we are a candle, we should dry it when it turns to ashes. Even if we are just a game, we should shine once at the critical moment; Even if our bones rot after death, they will turn into phosphorus fire and burn in the wilderness. Ask the civilized earth, ask the thawed river, ask the swallow from the south, ask the gentle willow.
I've been to many places? The ups and downs of life make people fall in love at first sight, not a mirage! Who is swimming around in the middle of the water guarding the hotbed of dreams? When you say that your hometown is not your hometown, the chef sticks it on your calf.
The mountains and rivers of the motherland are lovely everywhere, because I love this land deeply. In turbulent times, friendship is like a reed on a cloudy day. In endless days, I stick to my dream.
Keeping the bright sunshine is just like keeping the direction you set foot on during a long journey. It's not Penglai fairyland, it's every grass and tree, and the foam aroused by his favorite anchor, whose tears came back to his heart? Cities are the youngest. It is so beautiful that wherever you go, you will find your hometown.
He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe supports his family by raising me. I am my nanny.
I'm Dayanhe, the landlord's son and my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride.
3. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply. -Ai Qing I love this turbulent land. Friendship is like a reed on a cloudy day, trembling in the wind and making an inaudible lament.
-Ai Qing said that his hometown is not his hometown, and the kitchen god stuck it on his calf. The mountains and rivers of the motherland are lovely everywhere, and you will find your hometown wherever you go. I have been to many places and this city is the youngest. It's so beautiful that it makes people fall in love at first sight. It's not a mirage, nor is it Penglai fairyland. Everything in it is condensed by blood and sweat. "
Ai Qing asked about civilized land, thawed rivers, swallows from the south and gentle willows.
Ai Qing's quarrel outside the window A sailor said that his favorite anchor caused a white splash ... Whose tears did Ai Qing expect to return to his heart? Whose sweat fell into the river! Who is swimming around in the middle of the water guarding the hotbed of dreams? The torrent of life rises and falls. In endless days, I stick to my dream.
Keeping the sunshine bright is like keeping the direction of stepping on a long journey.
.. Ai Qing stuck to her dream.
4. Good words and sentences in Ai Qing's poetry anthology Snow falls on the land of China, the land of China, and the cold hinders China ... The wind, like an old woman who is too sad, closely follows the cold fingers, pulls the skirts of pedestrians, and talks incessantly, as old as your land ... The farmer who came from China, appeared in the Woods, drove a carriage and wore a fur hat, I tell you, I am also a farmer.
And I am not happier than you-the waves of suffering lying on the river of time have swallowed me up and rolled me up several times-wandering and imprisoning, losing the most precious days of my youth, and my life is as haggard as you. Snow falls on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China ... A small oil lamp moves slowly by the river on a snowy night, and the light is reflected on the tattered Wu Peng boat. Who is sitting with his head down? Ah, you slovenly little woman, is it your 7A64E58685E5AEB93133337376362 home-a happy and warm nest that was burned down by a ferocious enemy? Is it also like this night, without the protection of men, in the horror of death, you were teased by the enemy's bayonet? On such a cold night, countless elderly mothers are like foreigners who don't know how far the wheels will roll tomorrow. -The roads in China are rugged and muddy.
Snowflakes fall on the land of China: the cold is blocking China ... In those areas that have been eaten by bonfires, countless land cultivators have lost their livestock, and they have squeezed the fields of Wo Wo into the hopeless and dirty alleys of life; The hungry earth stretched out trembling arms to the dark sky. The pain and disaster in China is as vast and long as this snowy night! Snow falls on the land of China, and the cold is blocking China ... China, can I give you some warmth in my weak poem written at night without lights? -The poet on the northern Horqin grassland said to me, "The north is sad."
Yes, the north is sad. The desert wind blowing from the Great Wall swept away the green of life and the glory of time in the north-a dim grayish yellow, covered with a layer of sand fog that could not be uncovered; On that day, the roar that rushed to the edge brought terror, and vilen, which was madly sweeping the vast desert, was frozen by the cold wind in October; Villages, ancient cities, hillsides, riverbanks, decaying walls and barren graves are all shrouded in the melancholy of the soil ... Lonely pedestrians lean forward, cover their cheeks with their hands, breathe hard in the sand, and walk hard step by step ... Several donkeys, animals with sad eyes and tired ears, bear the weight of the pain of the land, and they walk slowly with tired steps. Dead trees and low houses are scattered sparsely and darkly under the gloomy sky; In the sky, there is no sun, only a large group of geese flapping their black wings, calling for their anxiety and bitterness, fleeing from this desolate area to the verdant south ... The north is sad; The Yellow River in Wan Li is surging with turbid waves, pouring disasters and misfortunes to the vast north; The wind and frost in the 1990s depicted poverty and hunger in the vast north.
And I, a traveler from the south, love this sad northern country. The sand blowing on my face and the air conditioning in my bones have never cursed me; I love this sad land, the endless desert, and it also aroused my reverence:-I saw our ancestors leading sheep and playing flutes, immersed in the dusk of this desert ... in the ancient soft loess layer we stepped on, our ancestors' bones were buried. -This land was reclaimed by them. For thousands of years, they have been fighting against the nature that has hit them. They passed away and left us this land-I love this sad land, and its vast and barren land brought us simple words and broad gestures. I believe that these words and gestures will live firmly on the earth and will never die out; I love this sad land, this ancient land, which gave birth to the hardest and oldest race in the world I love.
The pond in winter was given to me.
The pond in winter is as lonely as the old man's heart-a bitter heart that has experienced the world; The pond in winter is as dry as the eyes of the old man-the shining eyes have been worn away by hard work; In winter, the pond is as barren as an old man's hair-as sparse and gray as frost grass and as gloomy as a sad old man-and an old man bows his back under a gloomy sky. The vast desert is intertwined with the sadness of the people in the north from one road to another. I stood under the low eaves and looked at the barren hills and the high and open sky with ecstasy. For a long time, my inner feeling was like, when I heard the sound of a huge ship rolling on a bumpy road from the side of the snowy mountain under the dark clouds, like the groom who was going to get married-even though I knew it didn't bring me festive revelry and laughter on the juggling field, it was a more cruel sight than a thousand slaughterhouses, I still ran to it with the enthusiasm that a life could exert.
I am not a weak person-I am not complacent, I am not a person who can comfort or deceive myself, and I am not satisfied with what the world has given me-whether it is honor or shame.
5. The beautiful sentences and appreciation in Ai Qing's Selected Poems 1, the reef waves after waves, and each wave is smashed under its feet ... its face and body are like knives, but it still stands there smiling and looks at the ocean ... 2. I love this land. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... 3. Facing the morning sun, I woke up from my sleep and was glad to see your brilliance. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares. Your fresh, gentle, clear light shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly. I try to open my eyes to see you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher, you have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort. You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat.
I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death. After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to climb to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes and bathe my soul with your brilliance ... 4. Notice of dawn. Pray for my poets, please get up and tell them to give the sun morning. I will wake up from my sleep and be glad to see your brilliance. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, clear light shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window. So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly.
I try to open my eyes to see you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils. Sun, your immortal philosopher, you have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort.
You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat. I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to go to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes and be naked. Let my soul bathe in your glory ... say that what they are waiting for has come, I have come through the dew, I have come through the last star, I have come from the east, I have come from the rough sea, I want to bring light to the world and warmth to mankind, please take my message to those people whose eyes are burning with desire and those distant cities and villages immersed in suffering, and ask them to welcome my pioneers during the day. The messenger of light opens all the windows and welcomes all the doors. Please honk your horn to welcome you. Please blow the horn and welcome the cleaners to clean the streets. Please drive the truck to transport the garbage. Let the workers stride in the street. Line up the cars across the square. Please wake up these villages from the wet fog. Please open their fence to welcome me. Ask the farmers to take the cows out of the cowshed and borrow your enthusiasm. Tell them I'm from the other side of the mountain, from the other side of the forest, and let them clean up those threshing floors and those forever dirty patios. Please open the window covered with floral paper. Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets. Please wake up the careful woman and the snoring man. Please invite young lovers to get up with those sleepy girls. Please wake up the sleepy mother and the baby beside him. Please wake up everyone, even the sick parturient, even those who groan in bed because of justice. Please wake up all the unfortunate people and those refugees who were displaced by the collapse of their hometown, and I will comfort them together. Please wake up all those who love life. Workers, technicians and painters invite songs to greet the grass, dancers dance to greet them with their white mist dressing gowns, and those healthy and beautiful people wake up and say I'll knock on their windows. Please be prepared for the news that poets who are loyal to time will bring comfort to mankind. Please get ready for it. When the rooster crows for the last time, I will come over and let them gaze at the horizon with pious eyes. I will give the kindest light to all who expect me. Please tell me that the night is coming to an end.
6. Notes on the first 10 poems of Ai Qing's Selected Poems
Ai Qing
Wave after wave
Come to me endlessly.
Every wave is at its feet.
Beaten to pieces and scattered. ...
Its face and body.
Like a knife.
But it's still standing there
Looking at the sea with a smile ...
Appreciate:
From an artistic point of view, in the poem "Reef", the poet integrates his unique thinking about life and life into the symbolic image of "Reef" to personalize the reef, so he should be detached from things and think more deeply when reading. Indeed, the use of symbolism makes this poem memorable!
Live with a smile, no matter how many difficulties and setbacks you encounter, whether it is a person or a nation. This is the deepest revelation from the reef!
2. Wear white clothes at dawn, you know?
Ai Qing
Between the purple and blue Woods
From blue-gray hillsides to blue-gray hillsides,
Green grassland road,
Green grassland, flowing on the grassland.
Fresh smoky emulsion ...
Ah, when dawn wears white clothes,
How fresh the fields are!
Listen,
Yellow light,
Spent the last time trembling on the pillar.
Look!