Questions about the stars, questions about the stars

I would forget everything, as if I was back in my mother's arms, why?

Starlight may be tiny in our eyes, but it makes us feel that light is everywhere. Why?

1: My eyes are blurry and I can't really see clearly.

2: I've grown up. I can only feel it.

3: I can't see it at all.

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

The recurrence of "Mother" has the effect of highlighting the theme and progressing feelings.

This kind of ode to maternal love occupies a considerable proportion in "The Stars". It can be said that it is the affectionate praise of maternal love that sets the deep and delicate emotional tone of this work. Closely related to the celebration of mother's love is the cherishing of innocence, childlike fun, childlike innocence and all new things.

In the eyes of the poet, the world full of innocence and childlike talk is the most beautiful world in the world.

Appreciation:

This poem perfectly integrates the praise of maternal love, the call for innocence, and the aria of nature to create a world of perfection and beauty, with sincere and deep feelings, fresh and elegant language, giving people endless aftertaste and enlightenment, and is one of the most beautiful chapters in Bingxin's poems.

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

Artistically, "Stars" draws on both classical Chinese poetry and Tagore's philosophical poems, and is good at capturing momentary inspiration, writing inner feelings and thoughts in three words, short and meaningful. Especially in the language, it is fresh and elegant, crystal clear, clear and long-lasting, with a unique artistic charm.

Let's take a look at this passage first: the stars are twinkling - how can you hear their conversation in the deep blue sky?

In the silence, in the faint light, they praised each other deeply. In just a few sentences, it outlines a quiet, bright, natural and harmonious picture. Moreover, the author's imagination is so magical and wonderful, that the emotionless stars in the cold night sky can still praise each other, and the author very subtly expresses his pursuit of "human love".

If you look at such a short poem, it can reflect such a great spirit, presumably Grandma Bingxin must have thought hard about it when she wrote it. And that's not all, look at these sentences again:

Mother! The storm in heaven came, and the birds hid in his nest;

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms. In a few words, he praised the most noble and selfless maternal love Liang Qing. She warmly praised mother's love. He expressed his heartfelt gratitude to his mother. The overall association is natural, and it reads tactfully and softly.

"Stars" means luxuriant stars, and refers to a lot of shrouded stars. From one of Jin Fu Xuan's "Miscellaneous Poems": "The stars are in the blue sky, and the columns are self-contained." One of Song Zeng Gong's "Lychee" poems: "Who can be as powerful as a yellow calf, picking up all the stars and starting the key." ”

Stars make sentences: 1. Now, talents from all walks of life across the country are as bright as stars.

2. The vast Milky Way is full of stars.

3. The night sky is covered with stars, and the streets are full of traffic.

4. Dots of stars adorn the blue night sky, and also embellished the sweet dreams of sleeping children.

5. Now China's scientific and technological talents are coming out in large numbers, and they are as bright as the stars.

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 soul, the depths of the universe, the resting place in the brilliant light.

Six. The mirror touches the acre--

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 to do it, 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.

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.

Meaning of Stars: As a phrase, Stars means: many and dense stars. As a collection of poems, it is generally Bingxin.

His first collection of poems, a collection of 164 short poems written by the poet from the winter of 1919 to the autumn of 1921, was originally published in the Beijing Morning Post. "Stars".

It is Bing Xin in the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds".

Written under her influence, in her own words, a collection of "fragmentary thoughts" in a collection.

Pinyin: fán xīng

1, Jin Fu Xuan's "Miscellaneous Poems".

One of them: "The stars are in the blue sky, and the column is self-contained." ”

2, one of Song Zenggong's "Lychee" poems: "Who can be as powerful as a yellow calf, picking all the stars and starting to come down." ”

3, Ming He Jingming's "Lotus Fu": "The red face is flowing with a beautiful face, and the stars are brilliant." ”

4, Qing Shen Fu "Six Stories of Floating Life: Wandering Travel": "Those who flicker like stars in the sky, the lights of wine boats." ”

5. Mao Dun. Midnight XVII: "The deck of the ship is lit with small red and green electric lights, and in that cool night it competes with the stars in the sky. ”

The poetry collection "Stars and Spring Water" is an untitled free-form poem, with the theme of "maternal love", "childlike heart" and "nature", with the praise of maternal love and childlike innocence, the praise of nature and the thinking and perception of life as the main content, expressing her feelings for mothers, love for children, admiration for nature and understanding of life, called "starry grid" and "spring water body" by the famous writer Mao Dun.

First, strong philosophical sense is a major feature of the writing of "Stars and Spring Water".

Second, delicacy is another distinctive feature of Bingxin's poetry.

Third, the text is soft and poor, the lead grinding is elegant, the rhythm is natural, and the artistic conception is beautiful and fresh.

The full text of Bingxin's poetry collection "Stars".

Bingxin (October 5, 1900, February 28, 1999), female, formerly known as Xie Wanying, from Changle District, Fuzhou, Fujian Province, the following is the full text of Bingxin's poetry collection "Stars", welcome to read.

One. The stars twinkled

Deep blue sky.

He could hear them talking.

In silence. In the shimmer.

They praised each other deeply.

Two. Childhood!

It's the truth of the dream.

It's a dream in reality.

It's a tearful smile when reminiscing.

Three. Ten thousand acres of trembling--

Deep black islandside.

Yue'er came up.

The source of life. A place of death!

Four. Hey 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. Instead, it feels unnatural.

It's better to flip the past.

Seven. Awake.

Only the lonely and angry!

Listen to the sound of fortune-telling gongs.

Knock down the fate of the world.

Eight. Remnant flowers adorn the branches;

The birds flew away.

Scattered all over the ground

Is life a glimpse like this?

Nine. Dreams are the most hidden!

Clearly.

Honestly.

Told. Secrets and worries in your own soul.

Ten. Tender green buds.

And the youth said. Develop yourself! "

Pale white flowers.

And the youth said. Contribute yourself! "

Crimson fruit.

And the youth said. Sacrifice yourself! "

Eleven. Infinite mystery.

Where to find him. After smiling.

Before the words. It's infinite mystery.

Twelve. Oh human beings!

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

They all have the same destiny.

A baker's dozen. A corner of the city wall.

Azure sky. The boundlessness of the pole eye——

This is heaven and earth.

Fourteen. 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.

Sixteen. O young people!

For later memories.

Be careful and deliberate about your current picture.

Seventeen. My friend!

Why say me"Silently"This?

There are some deeds in the world.

Beyond words.

Eighteen. Writers!

Sow your seed with kindness.

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! How can it only be deeply wrapped in the aftersound?

It's the sound of infinite trees.

It is the infinite moonlight.