Bing Xin's Childlike Poems

1. Bing Xin's poems "Stars" and "Springs" about innocence mainly praise mother, innocence and nature.

Motherly love, innocence and natural beauty have been integrated. Bing Xin eulogizes maternal love in the hottest language, proclaiming that maternal love is the most sincere and supreme force and that mother is the "source of all things" that breeds all things.

The author regards children as the most innocent and lovely friends in the world, and compares the ugliness of society with the depravity of the world with innocent beauty. Praise for nature is also in line with the author's promotion of maternal love.

Stars (1) Author: Bing Xin, a star is shining-how can you hear them in the deep blue space? In the silent dim light, they deeply praised each other's second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the tearful smile in the memory, and the trembling of 30,000 hectares-the moon on the dark island has come up with the source of life and the place of death! Fourth brother is the first! Three bright and happy stars in the soul, gentle and unspeakable children in the depths of the soul! How to describe darkness? The depth of the soul, the depth of the universe, the rest place under strong light, and the reverse side of six mirrors feel unnatural. Why don't you turn over? Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listening to the fortuneteller's gong beating the fate of the world, eight residual flowers dotted the branches, birds flew away and scattered all over the floor-life is also such a glimpse. Nine dreams are the most hidden! Tell the secrets and worries in your soul clearly and honestly. Ten tender green shoots and young people said, "develop yourself!" " "White flowers and young people say" contribute yourself! " The scarlet fruit and the youth said, "sacrifice yourself!" "Where can I find infinite mystery? After he smiled, before he spoke, it was infinite mystery. Let's fall in love. We are all long-distance travelers with the same destination. The blue wall and sky are boundless-that is, we are all natural babies lying in the cradle of the universe, with one or five children! You can come to my garden and don't pick my flowers-watch the thorns of roses prick your hands, young man! For the future, carefully draw your present picture, my friend! Why do you say I am "silent"? Some writers in the world do more than just write. Sow your seeds on purpose, and you can find your fruits anytime and anywhere. My heart is like a boat crossing the undulating sea. Twenty happy flowers are looking for the perfect person in the hands of fate. The strings outside the window have touched my heart! How can the sound of trees be infinite in the reverberation? The moonlight is infinite, and where will you go, the two of them, is a hazy death on the day of the month-a haggard fallen flower. The lamp of the soul is bright in silence and extinguished in excitement. Sunflower admits to people who have never met Bai Lianhua that they are best friends. Sunflower bowed her head and died with her slender pride. It is silent to rise up and praise him, but he will rest in peace forever. 26. Mountains and deep seas-cold hearts and warm tears-pity these small people! The Erqi poet is the greatest happiness in the world fantasy and the deepest disappointment in fact. Haibo, the hometown of Erqi! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock drop by drop, but now they pounded my heartstrings drop by drop. 29. My friend feels sorry for you. All I can offer is a cold smile. Is it that 30 years have passed and nothing has been achieved except hazy thoughts? Trinity is the most ungrateful-a person's tears are his harvest, the thorns of roses, the hatred of climbers and her own comfort, mother! Put aside your sadness and let me fall into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. It is not the rolling waves that create the new land, but the fine sand below it. Three or five thousand angels will get up and sing praises to the children! In his small body, there is a great soul, and the sun shines through the cracks and tiny thorns, saying, "Come out with my strength and liberate your imprisoned self!" The trunk came out and the hard rock split in two.

Bing Xin's poems describe innocence in silence and dusk, and they deeply praise each other.

In just a few words, it outlines a beautiful, aesthetical, natural and harmonious picture. Moreover, the author's imagination is so magical and wonderful that the stars without feelings in the ice Leng Ye sky can still praise each other, and the author expresses his pursuit of "human love" very implicitly.

You can see such a short poem and embody such a great spirit. From "Stars", "Childhood is the truth in dreams, the dream in reality, and the tearful smile when recalling."

It is conceivable that Bing Xin's childhood was full of dreams and childish fantasies. Bing Xin's short poems gave me thousands of feelings.

There is no hypocrisy in her poems. They are true feelings from the heart, which can touch people's hearts and can be seen in Bing Xin's childhood fantasy. Her fantasy is so beautiful, so charming, so childlike. "Little brother, ... a child in the depths of the soul."

It also explains the indescribable deep friendship between Bing Xin and his brothers and sisters. These are Bing Xin's childlike longing and happiness.

Later, she went abroad to study, which has been going for many years. She described her thoughts with a pen and was eager to go home early. She fantasized about meeting her mother and then going home. She is very happy.

But once there is no fantasy, then she will become more lost and disappointed. How can you miss home when you leave your hometown and your beloved mother? "The waves in my hometown! The waves you splashed once pounded my rock bit by bit, and now they pounded my heartstrings bit by bit. "

The waves kept beating on the shore, and I was indifferent, but once I left my hometown, every drop of waves touched a string that was about to break, a string that was homesick. Indeed, only mothers are good in the world, maternal love is the greatest and maternal love is the purest.

Bing Xin's short poems gave me thousands of feelings. There is no hypocrisy in her poems. They are true feelings from the heart, which can touch people's hearts and can be seen in Bing Xin's childhood fantasy. Her fantasy is so beautiful, so charming, so childlike.

However, her deep maternal love and yearning for her mother are beyond our reach. Motherly love is so sacred that it is beyond the reach of any kind of love in the world.

Bing Xin is synonymous with maternal love, and I understand maternal love through Bing Xin. At this point, my heart is surging, and I can't calm down and express my feelings.

In this collection of poems, Bing Xin takes maternal love, innocence and praise for nature as the theme. Female writer Xing Linzi once said: "Nothing but love me!" Indeed, when you have love, you don't need anything else, because you have everything.

Bing Xin accepts maternal love and praises it at the same time. She loves everything about nature. Bing Xin's poems are so simple, but every word contains such a profound meaning, and many poems also show deep praise for maternal love.

From Bing Xin's poems, I realized that a person loves everything, and she (he) is beautiful and happy; When a person is loved by everything, she (he) will live comfortably. And for both, she (he) is happy.

Bing Xin Theory The word "Bing Xin" is as elegant, beautiful and refined as her people. Just like her poems, there are many philosophies in the light and elegant writing. A "weak grass! Be proud, only you generally decorate the world. "

Tell us that the grass is small, but the world needs your embellishment. Another sentence, "young man, describe it carefully. Time is turning the page. Please write. "

Tell us to cherish time, do what we should do, and write your achievements and glory in the book of time. In a word, we can always learn a lot from Bing Xin's poems.

It seems very kind to read these poems with pure and quiet beauty, because Bing Xin expresses the purest, truest and ordinary things in nature with light and elegant poems, without any artificial decoration or flowery words, with a touch of gentle sadness or some deep inner beauty: under the bright eyes, green leaves are like clouds and white clothes are like snow. How touching! Not to mention the night of separation.

In that poem, the poet's love for life is full, which is the reappearance of her innocent heart. After reading this collection of poems, I found it beautiful, not only beautiful but also sad.

How beautiful the world under Bing Xin's poems is! Remember to adopt, thank you.

Bing Xin's short poems are related to innocence, and they are very short.

Haibo in my hometown!

The waves you splash,

How I beat my stone drop by drop,

Now how to knock my heartstrings drop by drop.

July 1 day

These things—

This is a memory that will never die;

In the moonlight garden,

Under the leaves of vines,

Mother's lap.

Bing Xin (19001010.05-1999.02.28) was originally named Xie Wanying, a native of Changle, Fujian, and a member of China Association for Promoting Democracy. China poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist and essayist. The pen name Bing Xin is taken from There is a Bing Xin in the Jade Pot.

In the morning post of August 19 19, Bing Xin published her first essay "Hearing Feelings on 2 1 Day" and her first novel "Two Houses". 1923 Before and after studying abroad, he began to publish a series of communication essays with the general title "To Young Readers", which became the foundation work of children's literature in China. 1946 was hired as the first foreign female professor by Tokyo University to teach the course of China New Literature, and returned to China in 195 1 year.

1February 28th, 999 At 2 1 p.m., Bing Xin died in Beijing Hospital at the age of 99, and was known as the "old man of the century".

When Bing Xin portrays characters, most of them don't need strong colors or elaborate carving, and only use the brushwork of sketching and lightly counting strokes. Characters are like hibiscus out of water, emerging from the water. Sister June 1st, Girl Dong Er and Little Orange Lantern respectively created the images of girls in three different eras. Bing Xin created a series of ideal and perfect images of young women in her novels. Most of them are kind-hearted, gentle and beautiful, lively and generous, steady and dignified. They are full of youthful vitality and win the dignity of women with wisdom and talent; Get men's respect for their brilliant achievements in their careers. In addition, there are a series of young people who love the motherland, kind and gentle great mothers, reasonable grandmothers, learned and interesting old professors and other images, showing warmth.

Bing Xin's novels are not many excellent works, most of which are fresh and meaningful treasures. Many of her works seem simple in plot, but profound in meaning, leaving endless aftertaste. She captured a fragment of real life, an accident in her life journey, showing a side of complex social life. There is no bizarre and tortuous story here, no feat of Kingoma Iron, but there is a philosophical pursuit. She often observes society and examines life with keen eyes; From the influence of interpersonal relationship, generate sparks, captures the philosophy contained in life, reposes his feelings, and is full of fresh philosophy and poetry.

4. Bing Xin writes childlike poems and the stars shine-how can you hear them in the deep blue space? In the silent twilight, they deeply praised each other's second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the tearful smile in the memory, and the trembling of 30,000 hectares-the moon on the dark island has come up with the source of life and the place of death! Four little brothers! Three bright and happy stars in the soul, gentle and unspeakable children in the depths of the soul! How to describe darkness? The depth of the soul, the depth of the universe, the rest place under strong light, and the reverse side of six mirrors feel unnatural. Why don't you turn over? Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listening to the fortuneteller's gong beating the fate of the world, eight residual flowers dotted the branches, birds flew away and scattered all over the floor-life is also such a glimpse. Nine dreams are the most hidden! Tell the secrets and worries in your soul clearly and honestly.

Bing Xin anthology-a bird-I remember something I saw under the courtyard tree the day before yesterday. There is a bird whose nest is on the highest branch. Its feathers are not plump enough to fly far. Just chirping in the nest and talking to two old birds every day. They all feel very happy.

This morning, it woke up. Both old birds have gone to feed.

It looked out and saw bright sunshine, green trees and beautiful scenery on the earth. Suddenly, its little brain is full of new ideas. It fluttered its feathers and flew to the branches, releasing songs praising "Nature". Its sound is full of clarity, lightness and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile.

There are many children under the tree. Hearing the song, they all looked up-the birds came out to sing every day, and the children came to listen every day. Finally, they want to catch it. Come out again! It was about to make a sound when suddenly it snorted. A marble flew from below. It turned over and fell from the tree.

The two old birds in the Xieci flew like arrows, caught it and carried it back to the nest. Its blood dripped from the gap in the tree to the ground.

Since then, this song has disappeared. Those children want to look up at it and listen to its singing, but they can't.