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The Stars is Bingxin's first collection of poems, a collection of 164 short poems written by the poet from the winter of 1919 to the autumn of 1921, originally published in the Beijing Morning Post.

In general, they roughly include three aspects:

The first is a celebration of maternal love and innocence. Bingxin, the first famous female writer in the history of modern Chinese literature, is known for her "philosophy of love" when she entered the literary world. And maternal love is the fundamental starting point of the "philosophy of love".

She believes that mother's love is the source of all things and the fundamental driving force that pushes the world to light, "with love, there is everything". In "The Stars", she regards maternal love as the noblest and most beautiful thing, and praises it repeatedly.

The second is the worship and praise of nature. In Bingxin's view, human beings come from nature and return to nature, and man and nature should be in harmony.

The third is the thinking and perception of life. We call these poems "philosophical poems," and they are concise and timeless.

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Bingxin, formerly known as Xie Wanying.

His ancestral home is Changle County, Fujian Province. Since she was a child, she likes to read and write, and has read a lot of Chinese classics**, which has laid a solid foundation for her later creations. After graduating from high school in 1918, she was admitted to Peking Union Women's University. In September 1919, he published the first ** "Two Families".

For the first time, he used the pseudonym "Bingxin". In 1923, the first collection of poems, The Stars, was published, which was the first work of Chinese poetry.

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The second collection of poems is "Spring Water".

The creative characteristics of Bingxin

Bingxin's **, less macro, more fresh and timeless treasures. Many of her works seem simple in plot, but they have far-reaching meanings and leave endless aftertastes. She captures a fragment from real life, a chance in her life's journey, and shows a side of the intricacies of social life.

There is no bizarre and twisted story, no feat of Jin Ge Iron Horse Shirt, but there is a philosophical pursuit. She often uses a shrewd eye to observe society and examine life; From the impact of interpersonal relationships, sparks erupt, capture the philosophy contained in life, express their own feelings, and be full of fresh philosophy and poetry.

Bing Xin's "Stars".

The sea of chimneys.

Oh sea! Which star.

No light digging?

Which flower. No incense?

When did I not have the clear sound of your waves in my thoughts?

Twenty-six. The high mountain tops, the deep sea-

It is a cold heart, a warm tear;

Poor little man!

Twenty-eight. The waves of my hometown!

Your splashing waves are only rushing, how they used to knock on my rocks drop by drop, and how they struck my heartstrings drop by drop.

Thirty-four. It was not the rolling waves that created the new land, but the tiny sand beneath him.

Seventy-nine. Morning waves.

It's already in the past.

Late tides.

It's the same sound again.

Eighty-seven. First acquaintance in the sea.

Mysterious reef.

There are lights of doubt flickering everywhere.

Thank you for instructing me.

The boat of life is a difficult road!

Ninety. Sit for a long time.

Push the window next to the mountain core to look at the sea!

There will be boundless emotion.

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One hundred and seven. My friend!

Treasure it. Don't put the pearls in your heart.

Thrown into the sea that is difficult to make waves.

One hundred and thirteen.

Father! How I love you.

and how you love thy sea.

One hundred and twenty-six.

Is it a small boat rippling around?

Is it the island that is verdant?

Is it the sea that is blue?

My friend! I'm starting all over again.

He can't bear to doubt you.

It's just because I've been deceived by dreams many times.

Stars (1) The stars are twinkling--

In the deep blue sky, how could I hear them talking?

In silence, in the shimmer of light, they praised each other deeply.

Two. Childhood!

It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the truth, and the tearful smile when recalling.

Three. Ten thousand acres of trembling--

On the edge of the dark island, the moon is coming!

The source of life, the place of death.

Four. Little brother!

Three bright and joyful stars in my soul, gentle.

Unspeakable.

O child of the soul!

Five. Darkness, what a deep depiction!

The depths of the heart, the depths of the universe, the resting places in the brilliant light.

Six. Mirror--

Looking at it on the other side, it feels unnatural, so it's better to flip it over.

Seven. The only ones who are awake are the lonely and angry!

Listen to the sound of fortune-telling gongs and fights, knocking out the fate of the world.

Eight. Remnant flowers adorn the branches;

The birds flew away, and scattered all over the ground

Is life a glimpse like this?

Nine. Meng'er is the most hidden, clear, honest, and told.

Secrets and worries in your own soul.

Ten. The young green buds said to the youth

Develop yourself! "

Pale white flowers, and the youth said:

Contribute yourself! "

The crimson fruit said to the youth:

Sacrifice yourself! "

Eleven. Infinite mystery, where to find it?

After smiling, before words, there is infinite mystery.

Twelve. O human!

In love, we are all long-term travelers, with the same destination.

A baker's dozen. A corner of the wall, the blue sky, the boundlessness of the extreme - this is the heavens - the earth. Sensitive fiber.

Fourteen. We are all babies of nature, lying in the cradle of the universe.

Fifteen. Child!

You may come into my garden, and you will not pluck my flowers

Look at the thorns of the roses, which prick your hands.

Sixteen. O young people!

For the sake of later memories, carefully draw your current picture.

Seventeen. My friend!

Why say me"Silently"This?

There are things in the world that go beyond words.

Eighteen. O writer!

Sow your seed with kindness and find your fruit anytime and anywhere.

Nineteen. My heart, like a lonely boat, crossed the sea of undulating time.

Twenty. The flower branch of happiness, in the hands of the god of fate, seeks to pay for the perfect person.

Twenty-one. The strings outside the window are plucked, my heart!

Why is it only deeply lingering in the aftersound?

It is the infinite sound of the trees, and it is the infinite moonlight.

Twenty-two. Birth--

It's the hazy bridge Qi imitation of the moon day, goodbye--

It is a haggard falling flower.

Twenty-three. The lamp of the mind.

Light in silence and extinguished in bustle.

Twenty-four. Sunflower admits to those who have never seen the White Lotus that they are best friends.

The white lotus came out of the water, and the sunflower lowered her head:

Her slim arrogance separates herself.

Twenty-five. Die!

arise and praise him;

It is the end of silence, the eternal rest.

Twenty-six. The high mountain tops, the deep sea-

It is a cold heart, a warm tear;

Poor little man!

Twenty-seven. The poet is the greatest joy in the world's fantasy and the deepest disappointment in fact.

"Stars".Author: Bing Xin.

One. The stars are twinkling in the morning

Deep blue space.

He could hear them talking.

In silence. Village.

They praised each other deeply.

Two. Childhood!

It's the truth of the dream.

It's a dream in reality.

It's a memory. Three.

Ten thousand acres of trembling--

Deep black islandside.

It's coming up. The source of life.

A place of death! Four.

Little brother! Three bright and joyful stars in my soul.

Gentle. Unspeakable.

O child in the depths of the soul! Five. Dark.

What a deep depiction?

The depths of the heart.

The depths of the universe.

A resting place in the brilliant light. Six. Mirror--

Opposite side of the photo. The opposite side feels unnatural.

It's better to flip the past.

Seven. Awake.

Only the lonely and angry!

Sound. of gongs.

Knock down the fate of the world.

Eight. Adorned on the branches.

The birds flew away.

Scattered all over the ground

Is life also such a glimpse of the sun?

Nine. Dreams are the most hidden!

Clearly.

Honestly.

Told. Secrets and worries in your own soul.

Ten. And the youth said.

Develop yourself! "

Talk about white flowers.

And the youth said. Contribute yourself! "

Crimson. And the youth said.

Sacrifice yourself! "

One one. Infinite mystery.

Where to find him. After smiling.

Before the words. It's infinite mystery.

One or two. Oh human beings!

Just fall in love. We are all long-haul travelers.

They all have the same destiny.

One-three. A corner of the city wall.

Azure sky. The boundlessness of the pole eye——

This is heaven and earth.

One four. We are all babies of nature.

Lying in the cradle of the universe.

Fifteen. Child!

You may come into my garden.

Don't pick my flowers—

Look at the thorns of the roses.

Stabbed in the hand.

One six. O young people!

For the later return of billions.

Be careful and deliberate about your current picture.

One seven. My friend!

Why say me"Silently"This?

There are some deeds in the world.

Beyond words. One eight. Scold!

Sow your seed with all your heart.

Discover your fruit anytime, anywhere.

Nineteen. My heart.

It's like a lonely boat. Passed through the sea of undulating time.

Twenty. Flowers of happiness.

In the hands of the god of fate.

Looking for the one who wants to pay for perfection.

Twenty-one. The strings outside the window were plucked.

Oh my heart! Why is it only deeply lingering in the aftersound?

It's the sound of infinite trees.

It is the infinite moonlight.

Two-two. Birth and Departure - Yes. Day.

Farewell to death - is a haggard falling flower.

Two-three. The lamp of the mind.

Light in silence.

Extinguish in the bustle.

Two-four. To those who have not seen.

of people. Admit that they are best friends.

Out of the water. Bow your head.

She's slim. Separated themselves.

Two-five. Die!

arise and praise him;

It's the end of silence.

It is the eternal rest of the land.

Twenty-six. High mountain tops.

The deep sea——

It's a cold heart.

It's a warm tear.

Poor little man!

Twenty-seven. Poet.

It is the greatest joy in the world's fantasy.

It is also the deepest disappointment in fact.

The Stars is Bingxin's first collection of poems, a collection of 164 short poems written by the poet from the winter of 1919 to the autumn of 1921, originally published in Beijing's Morning Post. "Stars" was written by Bingxin under the influence of the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore's town and "The Birds", which is, in the words of the author, a collection of "fragmentary thoughts" in one collection. In general, they roughly include three aspects:

This poem is dressed as a poem from the poetry collection "Stars".

This poem is from "Stars and Spring Water". The content of the whole poem is: The sky is bright and round, shining on the sea disk.

The school of fish swam over and broke into two or three. The fish was so frightened that they ran away and fled to the rock. Looking back, it's still round and bright.

Bingxin, formerly known as Xie Wanying, is a native of Changle, Fujian, and a member of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy (DPP). Chinese poet, modern writer, translator, writer of children's literature, social activist, essayist. The pen name Bingxin is taken from "a piece of ice heart in the jade pot".

Before and after studying abroad in 1923, Kai Buchen began to publish correspondence essays under the general title of "Sending Young Readers", which became the foundation work of Chinese children's literature.