The original of Dayan and my nanny

Yanhe 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 Dayan 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 she couldn't tell anyone: in the dream, she was eating the baby's wedding wine, sitting in a splendid ceremony, and her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law" ... Dayan and her baby who loved her deeply! Dayan and 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.

Love You!

1933 1 month 14, snow dynasty

Ai Qing, formerly known as Jiang Haicheng, was born in 19 10. A brilliant star in China's poetry circle. China is a famous modern poet. Besides Dayan River-My Nanny, representative poems include Ode to Light and Colosseum of Ancient Rome.

Ai Qing was born in dystocia. The fortune teller said that his life was "one father and one mother", so he was sent to a poor farmer's house to raise him. At the age of five, he was taken home and began to study, but he was still given the cold shoulder. He is not allowed to call his parents, parents, only uncles and aunts. As he himself said, he grew up in an atmosphere of indifference and discrimination. Therefore, his love for his adoptive mother Dayanhe is heartfelt, and Dayan and his love for him are unforgettable.

Dayan River-My nanny Ai Qing wrote it on June 5438+0933+ 10/4. Through the memory and nostalgia of her wet nurse, the author expressed her nostalgia, gratitude and praise for the poor peasant woman Dayanhe, thus arousing people's sympathy for the tragic fate of working women in old China and strong hatred for this "unfair world".