A little poem about Bingxin, a short poem about Bingxin?

Young people, cherish the description, time is turning the leaves, please write.

Stars (1).

Starry bai

Shimmering - the dark blue sky, He Zengzhi

Can you hear them talking?

In the silence, in the glimmer, they are deep.

Deeply praised one another.

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

Thirty 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 brothers!

Three bright and joyful stars in my soul, gentle and indescribable.

O child in the depths of the soul!

5. Darkness, how to depict it deeply!

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

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

Seven awake. Only the lonely and angry!

Listen to the sound of fortune-telling gongs.

Knock down the fate of the world.

Eight remnants of flowers are embellished on the branches.

The birds flew away.

Scattered all over the ground

Is life also such a glimpse?

Jiumeng'er is the most hidden!

Clearly.

Honestly.

Tell you about the secrets and worries in your 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 mysteries.

Where to find him. After smiling.

Before the words. It's infinite mystery.

Twelve human beings!

If we fall in love, we are all long-term travelers.

They all have the same destiny.

The walls of the thirteen and eleven corners.

Azure sky. The boundlessness of the pole eye——

This is heaven and earth.

XIV. We are all babies of nature.

Lying in the cradle of the universe.

Fifteen little kids!

You may come into my garden.

Don't pick my flowers—

Look at the thorns of the roses.

Stabbed your hand sixteen.

Mother! Heaven and earth.

The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in his nest; The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms. These things are memories that will never fade: in the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother.

O sea! Which star has no light? Which flower doesn't have fragrance?

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

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These things are memories that will never fade: in the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother. Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, it is the dream in the truth, it is the memory and the smile with tears.

O sea! Which star has no light, which flower has no fragrance, which time has no clear sound of your waves in my thoughts?

Starry 159: O sea! Which star has no light? Which flower doesn't have fragrance? When did I not have the clear sound of your waves in my thoughts?

These things are memories that will never fade, under the leaves of the vines in the moonlit garden, on my dear laps.

These things are memories that will never fade, in the garden of the moonlight, on the lap of the mother.

These things will never be remembered in the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother.

The storm in heaven is coming.

Birds hide in their nests.

The storm in my heart is coming.

I just hide in your arms.

"Stars" (131).

O sea! Which star has no light, which flower has no fragrance, which time my thoughts are in the court.

There is no clear sound of your waves.

"Stars" Ice Heart.

Seventy-one) these things-

It's a memory that never fades:

In the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother.

Childhood!

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

Born and left——

It's a hazy moon day.

Farewell to death - is a haggard falling flower.

Childhood! It is the truth in the dream, and it is the dream in the truth.

Oh your sister 1 oh oh 1 drop oh 1 base wishes you.

It's another year.

Still blowing so slightly, can you take another shadow, the spring water quietly thanked me and said:

My friend! I have never left a shadow, and not only for you. ”

Two. Four o'clock passed slowly——

Flowers whispered to each other:

We're all just weakling!

Sweet dreams. Take turns to do it, haggard cup.

Take turns drinking, that's how God has arranged! ”

Three. Youth!

You can't fly like the wind.

It should be as still as a mountain.

Like a cloud. Weak career.

I only made the poet's information! Four. Reed.

Is it only with this yellow wave?

Take advantage of the wind to blow to the south of the Yangtze River!

Five. A small river.

The flat stream will go down.

Only through Pingsha Wanli-

Free. Silent.

It doesn't have a happy sound.

A small river. The zigzag stream will go down.

Only through high mountains and deep valleys-

Dangerous. Frustration.

He also doesn't have a happy voice.

My friend! Thanks for the answer.

My long-dull questions, the smooth and winding water, the joy of youth.

It's rippling in it! Six. Poet!

Don't be wronged.

Beauty"drawings.

To be lightly depicted!

Seven. Step by step, help away-

Half-hidden purple peaks.

How can it be so lofty? Eight. Moon!

What makes you dignified?

Far in the sky.

You're the only one.

Nine. If only I could achieve it.

Oh God! Where is the end of your heart.

Probably let me know.

Far away! Far away!

I'm so tiny!

Ten. Suddenly I realized that it was the middle of the night.

The mood of the day!

Don't trespass into this realm.

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 tremors-

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. [2] VII. The only ones who are awake are the lonely and angry!

Listen to the sound of fortune-telling gongs and break the fate of the world.

Eight. Remnant flowers adorn the branches;

The birds flew away, and scattered red all over the ground

Is life also such a glimpse?

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! "

Starry "Moon! What has become your dignity?

In the deep blue sky.

You're the only one.

2.Childhood, it is the truth in dreams, it is the dream in reality, and it is the tearful smile when recalling.

Paper Boat - Sending Mother" is a modern poem by the modern poet Bingxin, written in 1923.

I never gave up a piece of paper, but always kept it, kept it, folded it into a very small boat, and threw it out of the boat and into the sea.

Some were swept away by the wind into the window of the boat, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat. I still don't lose heart and stack it every day, always hoping that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dreams, don't be surprised that it falls asleep for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, beg it to carry her love and sorrow back!

Appreciation of works: The poem embodies a kind of wanderer who has left home for his mother's deep longing, different from most poems of the same theme, Bingxin chooses a novel writing to see the loss of the corner, with childlike purity and innocence, Xinbo chooses a paper boat from the children's game world as an intermediary to express the infinite thoughts of his mother, and uses the paper boat to show people the image of the wanderer wandering and helpless, and then expresses the author's deep attachment to his mother and motherland.

One. The stars twinkled

Deep blue space.

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 tremors-

Deep black islandside.

Yue'er came 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.

Bingxin's published poetry collections include Stars (1923), Spring Water (1923), and Bingxin's Collected Poems (1932).

In her early years, Bingxin pursued the realm of "full of tenderness and slight sorrow", and her poems also have these characteristics. The meaning of the stars is: the original meaning was that there were many stars in the sky, but now it refers to the complexity of things in the world; Spring water means:

Originally meant a river in spring, it now refers to people's desire to move towards a new world.

Excerpt from Spring Water.

62 I will save it"In the past""But in the warp and weft of time, silk has been woven! Six-five is just a lone star! In the boundless darkness, the loneliness of the universe has been written.

71 When I was like a cloud, I felt that the universe was too lonely! Seventy-six Loneliness increases depression Busyness eradicates troubles -- my friend! Happiness is in non-stop work!

82 My friend, don't let the spring breeze fool you, the color of the flower is not as good as the fragrance of the flower! 87 Young people! Is it just a review?

The world is moving forward without stopping. Ninety Smart Man! In this desert world, you can only mention"Confidence"The lights are carried out in the dark.

102 My question -- my heart is silent in the light. But my dream was explained for me in the dark! 112 The bigger the waves, the more the rock that stands in silence, the greater the happiness.

One, three, four, fate is like the sea breeze -- blowing the boat of youth, fluttering, twisting, crossing the sea of time. 137 Be silent! In this infinite world, I am weak and should only smile and not speak.

174 Young people, cherish the description, Time is turning the pages of the book, please write!

Excerpt from "The Stars".

The stars twinkle -- deep blue space How can you hear them talking? In the silence, in the shimmer, they praised each other deeply. 5. How is darkness described?

The depths of the heart, the depths of the universe, the resting places in the brilliant light. 8. Flowers adorned the branches, and the birds flew away. The earth is sprinkled with red -- is life also a glimpse like this?

One by one, the infinite mystery Where to find it? After smiling, before words, there is infinite mystery. 16 O young people!

For the sake of later memories, carefully and deliberately draw your pictures. 19 My heart is like a lonely boat through the sea of undulating time. 20 The flower branch of happiness.

In the hands of the god of fate, looking for the one who wants to be perfected.

Summary. Of course, there are many short poems by Bingxin, and some of them are listed below: "Summer Night" comes with a light rain at night, the wind does not move, and the birds on the trees cry.

How much sorrow, how much hate, when will you return? "Farewell to the Ancient Grass" leaves the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city. He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell. "Jiangnan Spring" thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

Of course, there are many short poems by Bingxin, and some of them are listed below: "Nali Imitation Summer Night" is a light rain at night, the wind does not move, and the mountain birds on the trees cry holes. How much sorrow, how much hate, when will you return?

"Farewell to the Ancient Grass" leaves the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. Yuanfang invaded the ancient road, and the clear green connected the deserted city.

He sent Wang Sun to go, and he was full of farewell. "Jiangnan Spring" is a thousand miles of warblers crying green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

A cut of plums" red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn, lightly dismiss Luo Shang, Wu Qi alone on the blue boat. Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

Autumn Nocturne" silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies. The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega. I hope these poems will give you some inspiration.