Ask for a children s poetry reading 30 of the Red Poetry Series

Dai Wangshu, "I Use a Broken Palm".

I use a broken palm.

Groping for this vast land:

This corner is reduced to ashes, and the other corner is nothing but blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown, in spring, the embankment is full of flowers like a brocade barrier, and the young willow branches are broken with a strange fragrance,)

I touched the algae and the slight coolness of the water;

This Changbai Mountain. The snow peaks are so cold that they are bone-chilling, and the water of the Yellow River is sliding out of the mud and sand between the fingers;

The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft ......Now there is only basil;

The lychee flowers in Lingnan are lonely and haggard, and over there, I dip in the bitter water of the South China Sea, where there are no fishing boats......

The invisible palm swept over the hateless country, the fingers were stained with blood and ash, the palm was stained with darkness, only the far corner was still intact, warm, bright, strong and vigorous.

On it, I caressed it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, and a baby's hand milk.

I put all my power in the palm of my hand.

Stick it on it, and send love and all hope, for only there is the sun, and there is spring, which will drive out the darkness and bring resurrection, for only there we are not like animals.

Just as alive, ants.

Just as dead ......There, eternal China!

This is a sincere poem written by the poet in 1942 in the dark and damp dungeon of the Japanese invaders, expressing the poet's sincere concern and sincere love for the disaster-stricken motherland, and also expressing his gratitude to the liberated areas under the leadership of the Communist Party of China.

yearning. In the first half of the poem, "I" affectionately caress the vast land of the motherland under the ravages of the enemy's iron hooves with a "broken palm": "This corner has turned to ashes, and that corner is only blood and mud".

Then, the poet's invisible palm touched the blue water of his hometown, and the current "slightly cool" lake water formed a strong contrast with the beautiful spring light of the past, which was "prosperous like a brocade barrier on the embankment", showing the poet's incomparable anger at the enemy's trampling on his homeland. In order to make the theme of the poem not superficial and narrow, the poet's imaginary world has been extended from near to far, from north to south, from the snowy peaks of the Changbai Mountains and the sediment of the Yellow River to the paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River, the lychees in the south of the Lingnan and the sea water in the South China Sea. The poet selects the most typical landscapes of each region and paints them, which are both symbols of the suffering and misfortune of the people and witnesses of the sins of the invaders.

The fingers are stained with blood and ashes, and the palms are stained with darkness" are both a summary of the first half and a beginning.

The three and four lines echo each other from afar.

The second half of the poem is still in the imaginary world, depicting a longing picture that contrasts greatly with the previous catastrophe: although it is "a far corner", the mountains and rivers are intact, free of gloom and blood. It is full of warmth, light and vitality, "where is the sun, it is spring".

Compared with the mournful and sad tone of the first half, this part beats with the poet's uncontrollable joy and excitement; Compared with the rapid flow of lyricism in the first half, the second half is quiet and soothing, so that the poem is perfectly unified in the sadness and joy of feelings, and the lyrical style seems varied. In an era when violent roars replaced artistic contemplation, this poem is like a beautiful and never-withering wonder: the imagery is highly condensed but not obscure, the feeling is delicate but not dull, and the profound realistic content is perfectly blended with modern lyricism.

Qingming Sentiment - dedicated to the martyrs.

A burst of thunder ran over the tombstones.

Like applause, no one wants to.

At the age of eighteen he fell asleep forever.

Only the green ones are them.

In order to protect the body.

The dream of the white doves.

Automatically crawls underground.

Build a Great Wall.

It is a sin to forget.

But don't use the phrase "forever young" either

to comfort these who are in eternal sleep.

Maybe one day.

Tombstones can also grow wrinkles.

Imitate them instead.

The one that has been longing for a long time.

The age of the general.

Or don't make a sound.

Those who revere the martyrs.

There must be silence like a martyr.

Only Ray has the power to rumble over.

Like the echoes of the battlefield.

Or Our Voices.

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The Seven Laws: The Long March.

The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions, and thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure.

The five ridges are soaring and the waves are thin, and the Wumeng is majestic and walks the mud pills.

The golden sand water beats the clouds and cliffs warm, and the Dadu Bridge is cold.

I like the snow of Minshan Mountain for thousands of miles, and the three armies are happy after the end.

About the sun、Or? Write it yourself、Hehe