Bingxin s poems compare flowers to children

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 made a hand!

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!

I never want to give up a piece of paper, I always keep it—keep it.

They were folded into very small boats and thrown out of the boat and thrown into the sea.

Some were swept into the windows of the boat by the wind, and some were wet by the waves and stuck on the bow of the boat.

I still don't lose heart, stacking it every day, always hoping 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 is your beloved daughter with tears in her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains, begging it to carry her love.

and sorrow returns.

The flowers in the corner, when you are alone and self-appreciating, the world is small.

The flower of success, people only envy her current brightness, but at the beginning, her buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.

Remnant flowers adorn the branches.

The birds flew away.

Scattered all over the ground

Is life also such a glimpse?

Borrowing flowers as a metaphor for people, metaphor for children's vitality and vitality, in Bingxin's eyes, children are flowers.

Everyone can't understand what your question means, who will.

"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.

Bingxin writes the second poem of the child.

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, and thy hand shall guide me, and thy right hand shall sustain me, and my heart, lifted up like a bird, shall be lifted up by the wind, and shall not be separated from thy infinite love, amen.

Bingxin writes the third poem of the child.

Evening" in the bright paradise:

The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, the spring of life is murmuring, and the sun is slowly setting, reflecting the afterglow

Is it a handshake with everything?

Is it a parting song?

A slight cool breeze blows, and in the light and shadow, the creator of the universe, he, himself, walks slowly in the garden.

O Jehovah! Did you create them that they might praise you?

yes, sing praises to him, praise him.

He is and is and will always be here, amen.

"Lovely".

In addition to the universe, the cutest are only children.

You don't have to think about it when you talk to him, and you don't have to be reserved in your attitude.

Raise your head and laugh, lower your head to get water.

Let you think deeply, or praise it;

Donkey back mountain, under the mountain gate, when I look back, I am always lively and smiling.

June 23, 1921, in Xishan.

I've seen it here, so it's good to adopt!

Tender green buds.

And the youth said: "Develop yourself!" ”

It is a pale white flower.

Say to the youth: "Contribute yourself!" ”

Crimson fruit.

And the youth said, "Sacrifice yourself!" ”