Bingxin s poems? What are some of Bingxin s poems?

What kind of do you want?

Well, I gave it to the spring water of Bingxin's poetry collection:

Spring Water Autumn Sounds Influence Lovely Sick Poet (1) Sick Poet (2) Goddess of Poetry If I Were a Writer The Goddess of the Future Yearning for "Spring" Review The Sick Poet (3) Don't Forget Vespers (1) Under the Shade of Roses The Weak in the World.

I couldn't bear it (poem) I used my stick to break the net, and the hard work was torn down in a flash. I used a curtain to shade the light, and the light outside the window disappeared in a moment. I burned the new words with a slight fire, and the deep poetry was extinguished in an instant.

I washed away the fallen leaves from the flowers with cold water, and the boredom was washed away in an instant. I drowned out the impression of the moon with a decisive word, and the natural lingering was cut off in a moment. These are "unbearable" heh- God!

On the slim path of life, except for "unbearable", I can't have any other consolation for sentient beings Ten Years Mission Chronicle Three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival Comfort (1) Comfort (2) Vespers (2) November 11 Night Speech Relief melancholy Paper boat Homesickness Distant Journey Tired Travel Acacia I had "Past Events: Self-Order" Frightened love is like a gust of wind Life Don't step on this flower After the rain Selling flowers The letter from the little white pigeon.

Paper Boat I never let go of a piece of paper, I always kept it, folded it into a very small boat, and threw it out of the boat and into the sea

Some were blown into the window of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat

I still don't lose heart, and I always hope that one can flow to the place I want him to go

Mother, if you see a very small white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he fell asleep for no reason

This is your beloved daughter, with tears in her eyes, begging him to return with her love and sorrow. .

I would like to tell you from the bottom of my heart that when you read poetry, you have to hold a book to feel it, and you can gain something when you feel it.

It is recommended that you buy a book of Bingxin's poems online.

I once bought one.

Bingxin's poems?

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, "Paper Boat".

Send to the mother. I never want to abandon a piece of paper, and Min.

Always keep it—keep it, fold it into a very small boat, throw it out of the boat and throw it out into the sea.

Some were blown into the window of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat

I still don't lose heart, and I always hope that one can 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 fight.

This is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, begging her to carry her love and sorrow back.

Eighth, two forests shed Xiang seventeen, 1923 Pacific boat.

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.

Tender green buds.

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.

Stars (Qi shirt one).

Ice Heart. The stars twinkled ———

Deep blue sky.

He could hear their conversation.

In silence. In the shimmer.

They praised it deeply.

Stars (2) Childhood!

It's the truth of the dream.

It's a dream in reality.

It's a tearful smile when reminiscing.

Stars (three as stuffy).

Ten thousand acres of trembling ———

Deep black islandside.

Yue'er came up.

The source of life. A place of death!

Stars (4) Little brother!

Three bright and joyful hearts in my soul.

Gentle. Unspeakable.

A child in the depths of the soul of the scumbag.

Bingxin's poems?

Early in the morning, the dawn is broken, and the customs are bright.

My mind is lifted high in the wind like a bird.

Fly all over the sky, to the end of the sea, the edge of the sky, the end of the sea, all full of your love.

My God! Thy love shall follow me everywhere, thy hand shall guide me, and thy right hand shall sustain me, and my mind, lifted up like a bird, exalted by the wind, will never be separated from thy infinite love, amen.

Early Morning is Bingxin's early lyrical prose. The article praises nature, the imagination is fine, the writing is fresh, and it is full of poetry.

In "Early Morning", the author writes that he and his patients are in a nursing home, staring at the familiar stars in the sky every night. However, the rain and snow overnight made them unable to see the starlight at all. Looking towards the dark night sky, they finally saw the lights on the mountain trail and in the pine forest, so they temporarily held these scattered lights as stars in the sky and gazed, "So the lonely night of rain and snow also has comfort!"

In life, only from the twinkling stars in the night sky can we find a little comfort, these girls who are entangled by illness, what kind of loneliness and depression in their hearts, readers can fully imagine. From the above examples, it can be seen that Bingxin's attachment to her mother, her love for her father, and the loneliness in her illness are not directly sung, but contained in the envy of the vivid artistic paintings. In this way, her prose creates a deep, beautiful, poetic artistic conception, and at the same time a very moving subtle beauty.