What is the original text of Bing Xin's work Stars?

Bing Xin's work "Stars" is not only a praise for maternal love and innocence, but also a worship and praise for nature. The original text is as follows:

The stars shine—

Deep blue sky

Have you heard their conversation?

voicelessly

In the twilight

They praised each other deeply.

Childhood!

This is a fact in the dream.

This is a real dream.

Think of it with a tearful smile.

The trembling of thousands of hectares of land—

The dark edge of the island

The moon has risen.

the origin of life

Land of the dead!

Little brother!

Three bright and happy stars in my soul

mild

There is nothing to say.

Children in the soul!

dark

How to draw it deep?

Deep in the soul

The depths of the universe

A resting place in bright light

mirror

According to the opposite side

It feels unnatural.

Why don't you turn it over?

Stay awake

Only lonely and angry people!

Gong listening to fortune telling

Break the fate of the world

The residual flowers are attached to the branches.

The bird flew away.

Scattered all over the floor—

Is life just a glimpse?

Dreams are the most deceptive!

clear

Honesty and integrity

I told you.

Secrets and worries in your soul

Green shoots

Talk to young people

"Develop yourself!"

Pale white flowers

Talk to young people

"Contribute yourself!"

Crimson fruit

Talk to young people

"Sacrifice yourself!"

Infinite mystery

Where to find him?

After smiling

Before the word

Is an infinite mystery.

Humans!

Love each other.

We are all long-distance travelers.

Diana: Same destination.

A corner of the city wall

blue sky

The extreme purpose is infinite-

That is, this is a world in heaven.

We are all born babies.

Lying in the cradle of the universe

Kid!

You can come to my garden.

Don't pick my flowers-

Look at the thorns of roses.

Stabbed your hand

Young man!

For future memories.

Draw your present picture carefully.

My friend!

Why do you say I'm "silent"

There used to be something in the world.

Beyond language and words

Literati

Sow your seeds sincerely.

Find your fruit anytime, anywhere.

my heart

Like a boat.

Crossing the fluctuating sea of time

Kuaile flower shop

In the hands of the god of fate

Find someone who is willing to give it all.

The strings outside the window have been plucked.

My heart!

Why is it just wrapped in the lingering sound?

This is the infinite sound of trees.

It's infinite moonlight.

Life and death-

This is a hazy month.

Die-

This is a gaunt fallen flower.

Lamp of the soul

Light in silence

Extinguish in the noise

Sunflowers are good for people who have never seen Bai Lianhua.

Admit that they are best friends.

The white lotus is out of water.

Sunflowers bow their heads.

Her elegant pride

Separate yourself.

Go to hell!

Get up and praise him.

Is the end of silence.

Is eternal rest.

A high mountain top

The deep and wide ocean—

This is a cold heart.

These are warm tears.

Poor little guy!

poet

Is the greatest happiness fantasy in the world.

It is also the deepest disappointment in fact.

Haibo in my hometown!

The waves you splash.

Once upon a time, how to knock on my rock drop by drop

How to pluck my heartstrings bit by bit

my friend

I feel sorry for you.

The comfort I can give.

Just a cold smile

Has time just passed?

Except for misty thoughts.

Nothing!

Home is the most ungrateful-

People's tears

It's his harvest

Thorns from a Rose

It's the hatred of those who crawl and pick.

This is her own comfort.

Mom!

Put aside your troubles.

Let me sink into your arms.

Only you are the destination of my soul.

Create new land

Not rolling waves.

But this is a tiny deposit under him.

Thousands of angels

Get up and sing praises to the children.

Kid!

In his little body

With a great soul

Sunlight penetrates through the cracks in the stone.

And the smallest thorn fruit

"Lend me your head!"

Liberated your imprisoned self! "

The trunk came out.

solid rock

divide sth. in half

Stars is Bing Xin's first collection of poems. Poems were collected in Winter Solstice 20091965438+192164 in autumn 2009, originally published in Beijing Morning Post. The Stars was written by Bing Xin under the influence of the Indian poet Tagore's Birds. In her own words, it is a collection of "fragmentary thoughts". Generally speaking, they include three aspects.