What are Bing Xin's childhood poems?

1. Bing Xin's ancient poems about childhood:

A unkempt little boy learned to bow,

Sit by the raspberry moss.

Passers-by ask and wave,

Frightened fish should not be surprised.

Modern poetry:

Pick up the raindrops of childhood with your heart,

Keep the wet wind of childhood with your hands.

Looking forward to the eternity of childhood in the fields of spring.

White clouds are our happy past,

The richness of lakes is our true feeling.

What's stirring in the air,

This is our dewdrop laughter.

We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.

Childhood is priceless!

2. Bing Xin writes childhood poems. The stars are shining-how can you hear their conversation in the dark blue space? In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other.

The second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling. Six-sided mirror-look at the opposite side, but it feels unnatural. Might as well turn it over.

Seven sober, only lonely and angry people! Listening to the sound of the fortune-telling gong broke the fate of the world. Eight residual flowers are dotted on the branches; The birds have all flown away, and the red is scattered all over the ground-is this a glimpse of life? Nine dreams are the most deceptive, clear and frank, telling the secrets and worries in your own soul.

A green bud said to the youth, "develop yourself!" " "Pale flower, the young man said," Give yourself! "The crimson fruit said to the youth," Sacrifice yourself! " .

3. What springs are there in Bing Xin's poems about childhood (choose three)?

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The crimson color of roses.

Shining in front of my eyes,

Reach out and take it off,

She withered on my lapel.

My in the mind low comfort me and said:

"You cut her off from nature,

This thick red will return to dust;

Young man!

Pay attention to your boring soul. "

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The old man said to the child:

"tears,

Alas,

How tasteless the world is! "

The child smiled and said:

"Forgive me,

Sir!

I won't imagine what I haven't experienced. "

The child said to the old man:

"Laugh,

Jump,

What an interesting world! "

The old man sighed and said:

"Forgive me,

Kid!

I can't bear to recall what I have done. "

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Dusk-

The distant village is just ahead,

The gate is in the back,

The path of loess is tortuous,

Walking around unintentionally.

The universe is dizzy-

Appear first,

After being eliminated,

The road of life is tortuous,

I can't help leaving.

General distant future!

Look up at the new moon,

Get up deeply

Inexplicable feelings!

Paper boat (for mother)

I never refuse to throw away a piece of paper,

Save it forever.-Save it,

Folding into a very small boat,

Throw it into the sea from the boat.

Some were blown into the window of the ship by the wind,

Some are wet by the waves and stick to the bow.

I am still not discouraged, folding every day,

I always hope that a person can only flow where I want him to go.

Mom, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don't dream in surprise for no reason.

This is your beloved daughter Wan Shui Qian Shan who folded it with tears.

Begging him to bring her love and sadness home.

1923 Pacific ship.

If I were a writer,

If I were a writer,

I just want my job.

When it entered his mind,

Without a common indifference,

Running water passes by,

Not worthy of praise

Even more disdainful of criticism-

However, in his life.

When pain or happiness comes,

He vaguely remembers.

It seems that this scene has been described by many words;

At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!

If I were a writer,

I just want my job.

Being despised by all friends and learned people at the same time.

-Sneer,

However, in children, mediocre men and stupid women, they listen.

After that,

Slowly lower your head,

Think deeply;

I can hear the sympathy surging in their hearts.

At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!

If I were a writer,

I just want my job.

There is no sound in the world,

No one criticized.

No one noticed,

Only myself in the lonely day or late at night,

Facing the bright moon

A little light rain

Whispering wind

When chanting in a low voice,

You can copy some clear pictures,

At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!

If I were a writer,

I just want my job.

Don't shine on the earth

No one heard,

No one recited it,

Only I am sad and happy,

Or face the infinite nature alone.

You can write freely,

When my backlog of ideas falls on paper,

At this time, I will shed tears of happiness!

1922 18 years old.

Bing Xin has a famous saying about childhood, the flower of success, and people often marvel at its present glory.

However, at the beginning, its bud was soaked with tears of struggle.

Sacrifice full of blood and rain. Study hard, read more, study hard. -Bing Xin

A person's appearance is like a flower, but it depends on his heart. -Bing Xin

You can get a daughter with faith, but you can get a daughter without faith. -Bing Xin

The flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. -Bing Xin

Crown? It is a temporary glory and a permanent bondage. -Bing Xin

The bigger the splash, the happier the standing rock will be in silence. -Bing Xin

A youthful and lively heart will never stay sad. -Bing Xin

Young man! If you can't fly like the wind, you should be still like a mountain. -Bing Xin

Young man! Believe in yourself! Only you are real, only you can create yourself. -Bing Xin

Young man! Be careful of your present picture for future memories. -Bing Xin

I am a mortal myself, and I only seek the happiness of mortals. -Bing Xin

Hope is happiness, and creation is happiness. -Bing Xin

The flower of cultivation has passed away in silence, and the fruit of success will blossom and bear fruit in the light. -Bing Xin

As long as one loves his motherland and has a patriotic heart, everything can be solved. I can tolerate any pain or injustice. -Bing Xin

Real entertainment takes place under the requirements of real work. -Bing Xin

The flower of success, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice. -Bing Xin

A youthful and lively heart will never stay sad. -Bing Xin

Plain entertainment can never make life moist and career progress. Entertainment is at least as valuable as work, or entertainment is part of work! -Bing Xin

I read by nine words: "read well, read well, read well." -Bing Xin

5. Bing Xin's Modern Poetry 1, Spring Water

Author: Bing Xin

Spring water! After another year, it is still blowing so slightly.

Can I take another photo? Quanshui thanked me calmly and said, "My friend!

I have never left a shadow, not just for you. "

2. "Mother"

Author: Bing Xin

Mom!

The wind and rain in the sky are coming,

The bird hides in its nest;

The storm in my heart is coming,

I only hide in your arms.

3. Ten years

Author: Bing Xin

She sent me a letter, referring to the windy night in Jiangnan.

She said, "It's just that Jiajing has no good friends!"

In eight words, I think of jiang bo, sunset glow and independent figure.

There is only stuffy rain, only yellow dust, only the quiet sky outside the window.

My friend! Who says life is like duckweed?

stay ...

I've been staying for ten years!

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4. "Melancholy"

Author: Bing Xin

When the lights on the shore and the stars on the water shine silently.

In the vast space, against the high fence, only the sound of waves hitting the ship's side slightly can be heard.

How melancholy my heart is-nothing!

My dream mother came to comfort me when I was sick,

Pour out people's love words-wake up several times and the medicine cup is not in your hand.

The sea breeze is overwhelming, and the lights are still shining.

How melancholy my heart is-nothing!

Coming and going along the railing,-laughter in the crowd,

Can't hide the sadness in silence! "I am in the arms of the sea,

Where's mom? "The sky is high, the sea is deep, the moon is clear and people are quiet.

How melancholy my heart is in the empty universe-nothing!

5. "stars"

Author: Bing Xin

The stars shine—

Shenlan space

Have you heard their conversation?

voicelessly

In the twilight

They praised each other deeply.