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Dayanhe, my nanny (I feel this poem is better than yours and has a great influence, written by Ai Qing)

Dayanhe-My nanny Dayanhe is my nanny. Her name is the name of the village where she was born She is a child bride, Dayanhe, my nanny. I am the son of the landlord; He is also the son of Dayan River, and grew up eating Dayan River's milk. Dayanhe raised me in her family. I was raised by your milk. Dayanhe, my nanny. Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you: your grassy grave under the pressure of snow, the dead Wafi under the eaves of your closed former residence, your garden pawned by a square foot, the mossy stone chair in front of your door, Dayan River, I saw the snow today, which reminds me of you. You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me; After you set up the stove, after you took off the charcoal ash from the apron, after you tasted the rice and cooked it, after you put the black sauce bowl on the black table, after you mended the clothes cut by thorns on the hillside of your sons, after you wrapped the hands of the children cut by wooden knives, after you strangled the lice on their shirts one by one, after you picked up the first egg today. I am the landlord's son. After I finished eating all the milk in Dayan River, my parents took me home. Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying? I'm a new guest at my parents' house! I touched the furniture carved with red paint. I touched the golden pattern on my parents' bed. I just looked at the plaque I didn't recognize on the eaves. I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes. I looked at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms. I sat on a painted kang stool with a brazier. I was eating rice that had been ground three times. I was so embarrassed. Because of me, I became a new guest at my parents' house. Dayanhe, in order to make a living, after she sucked the milk dry, she began to work with her arms around me; She smiled and washed our clothes. She took the basket to the frozen pond on the edge of the village. She smiled and cut the radish with ice. She was smiling with a pig's grain in her hand. She smiled and fanned the fire in the saucepan. With a smile on her back, she went to the square to bask in those soybeans and wheat and study the river to make a living. Wild goose river, deeply in love with her baby; On New Year's Day, for him, I was busy cutting the sugar of winter rice. For him, I often go to her home near her village quietly. For him, I went to her and called "Mom", Dayan River, and posted his red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall next to the stove. Dayanhe will boast and praise her treasures to her neighbors. Dayanhe once had a dream that can't be told to people: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine and sitting in the resplendent ceremony hall, and her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law". Dayanhe died before her dream woke up. When she died, her breasts were not with her. When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, also shed tears for her. All five sons cried sadly. When she died, she whispered the name on her chest, Dayanhe, who was already dead. When she died, her breasts were not with her. Dayanhe, tears streaming down her face! With the bullying of more than 40 years' lives, with the misery of countless slaves, with a four-dollar coffin and several bundles of straw, with a few feet of land for burying the coffin, and the ashes of paper money in one hand, she left with tears in her eyes. What Dayan didn't know was that her drunken husband died, her eldest son became a bandit, her second child died in the smoke of gunfire, and her third child, fourth child and fifth child lived in the scolding of the master and landlord. And I, I'm writing a spell for this unfair world. When I returned to my native land after a long wandering, when my brothers and I met on the hillside and in the fields, I was closer than I was six or seven years ago! This, this is for you, sleeping quietly and things you don't know! Dayan River! Today, your baby is in prison, writing you a hymn, giving you a purple soul under the loess, giving you a hand to hug me, kissing the tender face of my lips, giving you black mud, giving you my breasts, giving your sons, giving my brothers, giving everything on the earth, giving me a nanny like Dayanhe and their sons. Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk. Your son, I respect you and love you! 1933 1 month 14, snow dynasty

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This poem was written in the winter of 1932. At that time, the poet was arrested by the Kuomintang for participating in the "Left-wing Artists Alliance" and was detained in a detention center. According to the poet's account, this poem was written in the morning. The narrow window of the detention center and the vast snow scene aroused the poet's nostalgia for the nanny, and the poet wrote this poem with passion. The poem was published on 1934 after many twists and turns. The poet used the pseudonym "Ai Qing" for the first time and became a star in China's poetry circle. The Dayan River in the poem does exist, and all its stories are true. In other words, the poet wrote the poet's true feelings about the nanny completely truthfully. However, this poem is not about Dayan River: it has become a symbol, a symbol of the earth, a symbol of hardworking people in China, and a symbol of a great mother. Dayan River has no name. Dayan River is just a place name, where she was born. Dayan River is common. Her life is full of ordinary things, which is the silhouette of her miserable life. Her living space is the former residence of a "dead tile", a "ten-square-foot pawn garden", and there is only a "grave full of grass" after her death. Her life is a "black sauce bowl", a "sewing clothes torn by thorns for her son", and washing vegetables and cutting vegetables in the cold river. Her son and husband live a relatively stable life under her care. After her death, they lost these things, and they lived in the hail of bullets and the curse of the landlord. Her image is also the image of the working people connected with the land. They are all rooted in the earth and have the great qualities of workers. Dayanhe is not without happiness, but happiness is the kindness of a great mother and her deep love for her baby. After a hard day's work, she never forgot to hug and touch me. When I left her, she was still praising me and thinking about my marriage. Dayanhe also loves her son and husband. They all cried sadly when she died. Da Yanhe, a great mother image. The whole poem does not rhyme, and the number of sentences in each paragraph is different, but each paragraph echoes from beginning to end, and there is a strong internal connection between paragraphs; Poetry does not pursue rhyme and lines, but the proper use of parallelism makes many images complex and not chaotic, unified and harmonious. These make poetry smooth and simple, and contain rich contents. Poets are good at extracting typical images from ordinary life and writing strong rhythms with prose-like poems. Poetry is bold and unrestrained, with beautiful and smooth rhythm, which expresses the poet's feelings of going to the deep valley and perfectly embodies Ai Qing's free poetic style.

Dayanhe prototype

The model of "Dayan River" in the poem is "Daye River". It turns out that "Dayan River" is the homonym of "Big Leaf Lotus". Ai Qing's hometown, Jinhua, Zhejiang, has the same dialect as Dayan River. Five miles away from Fantianjiang Village, Ai's village, there is a village called "Daye River". Nanny Dayanhe's suffering experience is the same as that of Sister Xianglin. It seems that she doesn't even have a last name, so she changed her name to the village name "Daye River". Born in poverty, she was trafficked to Fantianjiang Village to be Jiang Zhongpi's child bride. After she gave birth to two children, her husband Jiang Zhongpi died, forced by life, and had to remarry to Jiang Zhengxing as his wife. Because she comes from "Daye River" village, everyone in the village calls her "Daye River". Therefore, the poem begins with the words "Her name is the name of the village where she was born, and she is a child bride ..." Middle school students who are new to this poem often think that "Dayan River" is the name of a river, which is anthropomorphic. This is clear and helpful to understand the content of the text. Dayanhe is kind, hardworking and strong, and is indeed a typical rural woman in old China. She suffered "the bullying of human life for more than forty years" and got "the misery of countless slaves", but she is kind-hearted, hardworking and simple, and has a strong character. Early in the morning, set up a stove fire and work hard for the meal; Late at night, sewing clothes torn by thorns. Sometimes it is necessary to wrap the "child's hand cut with a wooden knife" and strangle the "lice on her husband's shirt". Although there are many things to do, you still have to "hold me in your arms and touch me with your big palm." "She is full of hopes and ideals for life." She laughed at "washing clothes", and she laughed at "feeding pigs, drying beans and wheat, being hard-working and showing her strong character. Did grandpa and he become Ai Qing's nanny? Ai Qing was born in a landlord family named Fantianjiang Village in Jinhua County, Zhejiang Province. My mother's name is Lou Chou Xian, and it is very difficult to give birth to Ai Qing. Ai Qing was born in the womb for three days and three nights. The elders felt unlucky, so they asked the fortune teller to tell them that Ai Qing wanted to kill his parents at home, so it was stipulated that he could only call his father "uncle" and his mother "aunt", not "father" or "mother". Ai Qing's parents have a strong sense of feudal superstition. In order to avoid "killing their parents", they simply threw Ai Qing out and fostered him in a poor Dayehe family. And the extremely poor grandfather and, like Xianglinsao, dare to cut down the threshold of the land temple. She doesn't believe in ghosts and fortune tellers. She is not indifferent to Ai Qing because of her parents' discrimination, but full of sincere love and hope for him: "During the New Year, I was busy cutting him the sugar of winter rice"; "Dayan River, stick his bright red and green Guan Yunchang on the wall by the fire"; "In the dream, she is eating her baby's wedding wine and sitting in the magnificent hall. Her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately calls her' mother-in-law', ... Dayanhe, who loves her baby!" Ai Qing grew up to five years old, and his father Jiang Zhongzun told him to study. At this point, Ai Qing bid farewell to Daye River. Ai Qing, accustomed to the family life of poor and middle peasants, returned to his home with dust and dirt, but he was not used to the life of the landlord's family. When Ai Qing just left Daye River, he often sneaked back to his home in Daye River. At home, I also like to sleep with my third son and uncle. After growing up, Ai Qing finally betrayed the bourgeoisie, firmly stood on the standpoint of the poor peasants, and showed deep friendship and infinite admiration for the kind, hardworking and strong grandfather who raised him. Ai Qing later recalled this unforgettable childhood life and said, "The five years in Dayanhe's home infected me with the kind of melancholy and sadness of farmers, and gave me a hazy initial impression of farmers in China." The author's writing does have real people, but it is not limited to real people. Characters and events in literary and artistic works are not picked casually from life, nor copied mechanically from life, but extracted from rich life through the hard work of the author, creating artistic images higher than real life. There were thousands of Qian Qian in Qian Qian in old China, but the artistic image of Dayan River is more concentrated, typical and ideal than that of Qian Qian. Therefore, when readers read the poem Dayan River-My Nanny, they not only feel true and cordial, but also receive profound aesthetic education. [3]