Bing Xin s short poems with the author s attribution ?

Excerpt from Spring Water. One. Spring!

It's another year.

It's still blowing slightly.

Can I take another picture?

Spring water gently thanked me and said:

My friend! I never left a shadow.

And not only for you. ”

Twenty. The hill is independent.

Is the universe possessed by one person?

Three-three. Flowers in the corner!

When you are alone.

Then the heavens and the earth were small.

Four-three. How did he ever speak?

But her great hidden power.

That's it. Gentle the world!

Sixty-two. I want to save the years that have passed.

But in the warp and weft of time.

The silk of the "now" has been woven!

Sixty-five. It's just a lone star!

In the boundless darkness.

The loneliness of the universe has been written.

Seventy-one. When I'm like a cloud.

When you go on your own.

I really feel that the universe is so lonely!

Seventy-six. Loneliness increases depression.

Busy eradicating worries--

My friend! Happiness is in non-stop work!

Eighty-two. 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!

Eighty-seven. Youth!

Is it just a review?

The world is moving forward without stopping.

Ninety. Wise man!

In this desert world.

I can only carry the lamp of "self-confidence".

Carry it out in the dark.

One hundred and two. My question--

My heart. Silent in the light.

My dream. But they explained it for me in the dark!

One-one-two. The bigger the waves.

A rock that stands on it.

In the silent holding.

The happier it is, the more it is.

One, three, four. Fate is like the sea breeze--

Blowing the boat of youth.

Fluttering. Twisty and tortuous.

I crossed the sea of time.

One-three-seven. Be silent!

In this infinite world.

Weak me. It was just a smile.

Don't let it go. One hundred and seventy-four.

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

Excerpt 1 from "The Stars".

The stars are twinkling--

Deep blue space.

How could you hear them talking?

In silence. In the shimmer.

They praised each other deeply. Five. Dark.

How is it described?

The depths of the heart.

The depths of the universe.

A resting place in the brilliant light.

Eight. Remnant flowers adorn the branches.

The birds flew away.

Sprinkled red all over the ground--

Is life a glimpse like this?

One one. Infinite mystery.

Where to find it? After smiling.

Before the words. It's infinite mystery.

Selected from the stars, by Xie Wanying.

1, "Mother".

Oh Mother! The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest;

The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

2, "After the Rain".

The green trees shone with golden light, and the square became a sea!

A group of barefoot children in the water, happy as fairies. The little brother stepped on the water as hard as he could, splashing as high as he could. He shouted, "Sister, be careful, slippery!" "Saying that, I slipped and crossed!

He patted his watery muddy pants and said, "Oops—Oops!" ”

And his red and happy face radiated excitement and pride.

The little sister pouted two short and thick ones, closely following behind the mud pants, she bit her lip, lifted her skirt, and ran gently and carefully, but in her heart she wished that she had fallen so happily!

3, "The Flower of Success".

Successful flowers, people only envy her current brightness!

However, at the beginning, her buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.

4, "Spring Water Poet".

Poet! Don't be wronged.

Beauty"drawings.

To be lightly depicted!

These things are memories that will never fade, in the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vines, on the laps of the mother.

The sea, which star has no light, which flower has no fragrance, which time there is no you in my thoughts, the clear sound of the waves.

Mother, the storm in heaven is coming, the bird is hiding in its nest, the wind and rain in my heart is coming, and I only hide in your arms.

"Mother" Mother! The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest; The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms.

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Mother, the storm in heaven is coming, the bird is getting the wind and rain of the new deal in his factory, and I only get it in your arms.

A star twinkles—how could you hear them talking in the deep blue of space?

In the glimmer of silence, they praised each other deeply.

How do you describe the five darknesss?

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

Eight remnants of flowers adorned the branches, and the birds flew away.

The ground is sprinkled with red—is life also such a glimpse?

One by one, the infinite mystery, where to find it?

After smiling, there is infinite mystery before words.

16 Young people!

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

19. My heart is like a lonely boat through the sea of undulating time.

The flower branch of 20 happiness is looking for the person to be paid in the hands of the god of fate.

26. The high mountains, the deep sea—it's the cold heart, it's the warm tears, the poor little people!

Is this how the time of 30 passes?

Nothing can be accomplished except in ethereal thoughts!

42. The clouds are in the sky, and the people are on the ground—the mind is imprisoned by the facts, and it is the root of all suffering.

Four-eight weak grass!

Be proud, only you universally decorate the world.

The poems are just a little wave in the sea of learning: yet they are bright and shining stars embedded in the sky of the mind.

The criticism and judgment of ordinary people on May Day are like a group of blind people, speculating about the moon outside the clouds.

Five-three, my heart!

Awaken not to get caught up in the vortex of nothingness!

May Fourth, my friend!

Arise, and the morning light comes, to wash your soul of the night.

Six-three point me out my friend!

I am a swallow across the sea, looking for a nest across the water.

How lovely is a spring morning?

The melting wind flutters in the sleeves and the mood quietly.

Seventy-seven small rocks are stronger, ready for the waves that urge each other.

Eighty-four is lonely!

How many spiritual boats float in your soft light.

Ninety has been sitting for a long time and pushing the window to look at the sea!

Spend all the boundless emotion on the microwave of the sky.

Is Ninety-Seven real?

The human heart is just a piano box that can't stop singing the tune repeatedly!

Ninety-eight young people!

Believe in yourself!

Only you are real, and only you can create yourself.

One-zero-three time!

Am I too sorry for you now?

But what I have left behind is temporary, and what I seek is eternal.

One Zero Seven My Friend!

Cherish it, don't throw the pearls in your heart into the sea that is difficult to make waves.

One hundred and eight hearts are cold, tears are hot: the heart - solidifies the tears of the world - softens the world.

Gather up the thoughts of the sky and the sky!

Thy central point, thy crystal, shall be my southern needle.

114 I don't know what "home" is: but boredom - sorrow is melted and eliminated in it.

One three one sea, that star has no light?

That flower doesn't have fragrance?

That time I didn't have the clear sound of your waves in my thoughts?

137 smart people abandon the fantasy flowers in your hands!

She's just an ethereal anti-separation, but the spring in your eyes.

One, four, five, heartstrings!

Bounce it up—let the goddess of memory dance to your tune.

Bingxin's short poem.

Stars and Spring Water

The stars twinkle in the deep blue sky, how can you hear them talking? In silence, in the shimmer of light, they praised each other deeply".

These things are memories that will never fade in the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vines, and of the mother'On the lap. ”

My heart was lonely through the sea of undulating time. ”

The flowers in the corner of the wall, when you are alone, the world is small. ”

The lonely sail by the sunset unconsciously completes the picture of nature. ”

Bing Xin "After the Rain".

The green treetops shimmer with golden light, and the square becomes a sea!

A group of barefoot children in the water, happy as fairies.

The little brother stepped on the water as hard as he could, splashing as high as he could.

He shouted, "Sister, be careful, slippery!" ”

"Saying that, I slipped and crossed!

He patted his watery muddy pants and said, "Oops—Oops!" ”

And his red and happy face radiated excitement and pride.

The little sister pouted two short pigtails and followed closely behind the mud pants, she bit her lip, lifted her skirt, and ran gently and carefully, but in her heart she wished for herself.

I fell so hard!

June 23, 1959.

The wind and rain in the mother river are coming, the birds are hiding in the mother river, the wind and rain in the sky are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, the wind and rain in the heart are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, the wind and rain in the heart are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, the wind and rain in the heart are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, the wind and rain in the heart are coming, I can only hide from the wind and rain in the mother river, the birds are hiding in their nests, the wind and rain in the heart are coming, I can only hide in the sky of your mother river, the wind and rain come, the bird hides in its nest, the wind and rain in my heart come, I can only hide in your arms.

Mother, Mother, the storm in my heart has come. Birds and birds hide in its nests. The wind and rain in the heart of the heart are coming, I only hide in your heart, the wind and rain in your heart are coming, I only hide in your arms.

The sea, the sea, the new one without light, the sea, the star, the light, the flower, the fragrance. From the sea, which star has no light, and that flower has no fragrance. There is no sea in my thoughts, and there is no light in any star, and there is no fragrance in that flower.

Once again, I don't have your tendency to waves in my thoughts.

O sea! Which star has no light? Which flower has no fragrance. What time did I not have the clear sound of your waves in my thoughts?

Starry (131) The sea! Which star has no light? Which flower has no fragrance. That time I didn't have the clear sound of your waves in my thoughts?

Spring!

A small river in the heart of ice.

The torrent alone will go down, only passing through the flat sand for thousands of miles

Free, silent, it has no happy voice.

A small river. The zigzag stream will go down, only through high mountains and deep valleys

Treacherous, frustrating, it doesn't have a happy voice.

My friend! Thanks for the answer.

I've been bored for a long time.

In the smooth and winding water, the happiness of youth.

It rippled in it.

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The poems written by Bingxin are very good.

I hope you will like it a lot.

Starry 131

O sea, which heart has no light, which flower has no fragrance, which time there is no clear sound of your waves in my silk nest.

Spring!

The flowers in the corner of the wall, when you are alone, the world is small.

Celebrities these things. It is a memory that will never fade: in the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother.

Starry 131

O Ice Heart Sea!

Which one has no light?

Which flower doesn't have fragrance?

Which time in my thoughts.

Without the clear sound of your waves?

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 soul, the depths of the universe, and the resting place 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 a glimpse like this?

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 vines, on the laps of the mother.

O sea! Which star has no light? Which flower has no fragrance.

What time 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 vines, on the laps 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?