Related information about Ai Qing

Ai Qing (1910.3.27—), formerly known as Jiang Haicheng, was born in Jinhua, Zhejiang. After graduating from middle school in 1928, he was admitted to the National Hangzhou West Lake Art Academy. In 1929, with the encouragement of Principal Lin Fengmian, he went to Paris for a work-study program. While studying painting, he was exposed to European modernist poetry. The Belgian poet Verhaeren had the greatest influence on him. In 1932, he composed his first poem "Meeting". This poem was published under the pseudonym "Ejia" in the combined issue of "Beidou", Volume 2, Issues 3 and 4, published in July of the same year.

In May 1932, he returned to Shanghai, joined the Chinese Left-wing Artists Alliance, and organized the Spring Land Painting Society. In July, he was arrested and imprisoned. While in prison, he translated Verhalen's poems and wrote the famous piece "Dayan River - My Nanny". Then he created "Reed Flute", "Paris" and so on.

In October 1935, he was released from prison on bail. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War in 1937, he went to Wuhan and wrote "Snow Falls on the Land of China". He went to the northwest region in early 1938 and wrote famous poems such as "North". In the same year, he went to Guilin and served as the editor of the supplement of "Guangxi Daily". He also co-founded the poetry magazine "Ding Dian" with Dai Wangshu. The more important works here include "Poetry Theory".

In 1940, he went to Chongqing to serve as the director of the Literature Department of Yucai School, and soon went to Yan'an to work in the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region Cultural Association. Representative works at this time include "Toward the Sun" and so on. In 1944, he won the model worker certificate and joined the Communist Party of China.

In October 1945, he went to Zhangjiakou with the North China Literary and Art Troupe, and later served as a leader of the School of Literary and Art of North China United University. He wrote poems such as "Cuckoo".

In 1957, he was wrongly classified as a rightist. In 1958, he went to work on the Heilongjiang Reclamation Farm. In 1959, he was transferred to the Shihezi Reclamation Area of ??Xinjiang. After his complete rebellion in 1979, he wrote a large number of poems such as "Song of Return" and "Hymn of Light".

From the perspective of poetic style, before liberation, Ai Qing cursed the darkness and praised the light with deep, passionate and unrestrained writing; after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he continued to praise the people, praise the light and think about life. His "return" songs have broader content, richer thoughts, deeper emotions, more diverse techniques, and more mature art. Poetry collections published after the founding of the People's Republic of China include "Cheering Collection", "Gem Red Star", "On the Cape", "Spring", "Returning Song", "Colorful Poems", "Outside Collection", "Snow Lotus", "Ai Qing's Poems". Select "etc. Ai Qing has made a living with his singing that is full of artistic personality and practices his poetic aesthetics of "simple, simple, concentrated and bright".

Bibliography of works:

"Dayan River - My Nanny" (Collection of Poems) 1936, Shanghai Mass Magazine Company

"North" (Collection of Poems) 1939 ( Printed at his own expense); 1942, Wen Sheng

"He Died for the Second Time" (Collected Poems) 1939, Shangza

"Toward the Sun" (long poem) 1940, Haiyan

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"The Wilderness" (Collection of Poems) 1940, Life

"On Poetry" (Collection of Poems) 1941, Guilin Sanhu Publishing House

"Anti-Fascism" (Collection of Poems) 1943 , North China Bookstore; 1946, reading

"Wu Manyou" (long poem) 1943, Xinhua Bookstore; 1946, Writer's Bookstore

"Notice of Dawn" (poetry) 1943, culture Supply Society

"May Spring Come Soon" (Collected Poems) 1944, Guilin Poetry Publishing House

"Drilling in the Snow" (Collected Poems) t944, Xinqun

"Poems Dedicated to the Countryside" (Collection of Poems) 1945, Beimen

"The Literature of New Democracy" (Theory) 1947, Hong Kong Ocean Bookstore

"Towards Victory" ( Collection of Poems) 1950, Cultural Work Society

"Collection of New Literature and Art" 1950, Qunyi

"Collection of Cheers" (Collection of Poems) 1950, Beijing Xinhua Bookstore; 1952, Humanities

"Selected Works of Ai Qing" 1951, Enlightenment

"New Theory of Poetry" 1952, Tianxia

"Gem's Red Star" (Collected Poems) 1953, Humanities

"Selected Poems of Ai Qing" 1955, Humanities

"Black Eel" (long poem) 1955, Writer

"Spring" (Collection of Poems) 1956, Humanities

" "On the Cape" (Collected Poems) 1957, writer

"The Story of Su Changfu" (reportage) signed Nayong, 1960, People of Xinjiang

"Songs of Return (Collected Poems) 198O, Sichuan People

"Selected Narrative Poems of Ai Yu" 198O, Guangdong People, 1984, Huacheng

"Hai Lian Hua" (prose collection) 1980, Sichuan People

" "Selected Works of Ai Qing" 1980, Hong Kong Literary Research Society

"Colorful Poems" (Collected Poems) 198O, Jiangsu People

"Selected One Hundred Lyrical Poems" 1980, Hong Kong Times Book Company< /p>

"Selected Poems of Ai Qing" 1982, foreign language

"Ai Qing Talks about Poetry" (Theory) 1982, Huacheng

"The Collection of Falling Times" (Collection of Poems) 1982, Zhejiang People

"Selected Lyric Poems of Ai Qing" 1983, Federation of Literary and Art Circles

"Snow Lotus" (Collection of Poems) 1983, People of Heilongjiang

"Collection from Outside the Territory" (Collection of Poems) 1983, Huashan

"Ai Qing" (comprehensive collection) 1983, Humanities

"Selected Short Poems of Ai Qing" 1984, Huacheng

"Oasis Notes" (prose collection) 1984 , People of Sichuan

"Morning Star" (Collected Poems) 1984, Hundred Flowers

"Ai Qing on Creation" 1985, Shanghai Literature and Art

"Selected Works of Ai Qing" (1— —3 volumes) 1986, Sichuan Literature and Art

Dayan River - My Nanny

Dayan River is my nanny.

Her name is the name of the village where she was born.

She is a child bride,

Dayanhe is my nanny.

I am the son of a landlord;

I am also the son of Dayanhe who grew up by eating the milk of Dayanhe.

I am the son of Dayanhe.

The Dayan River raises her family by raising me,

And I was raised by eating your milk,

Dayan River , my nanny.

Dayan River, the snow I saw today reminded me of you:

Your grass-covered grave weighed down by snow,

Your closure The dead tiles on the eaves of your former residence,

Your 1-foot-square garden that has been mortgaged,

The moss-covered stone chairs in front of your door,

Dayan River, the snow I saw today reminded me of you.

You held me in your arms with your thick palms and caressed me;

After you set up the stove,

After you patted me away After you wipe off the charcoal ash on your apron,

After you taste that the rice is cooked,

After you put the black sauce bowl on the black table,

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After you mended your sons’ clothes that were torn by the thorns on the mountainside,

After you wrapped up the child’s hand that was injured by a hatchet,

After you kill the lice on the husband's shirts one by one,

After you pick up the first egg of the day,

You use your His thick palms held me in his arms and caressed me.

I am the son of a landlord.

After I drank up all your milk from Dayan River,

I was taken back to my own by my parents who gave birth to me. Home.

Ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying?

I became a new guest at my parents’ house!

I touched the red lacquered and carved furniture,

I touched the golden patterns on my parents’ bed,

I stared blankly at the eaves. I didn't recognize the plaque of "Family Relationships and Music",

I touched the silk and shell buttons of the newly put on clothes,

I looked at the mother's arms. My unfamiliar sister,

I was sitting on a painted kang stool with a fire bowl mounted on it,

I was eating white rice that had been ground three times,

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I became a new guest at the home of my parents.

Dayan River, in order to live,

After she drained her lotion,

She began to work with the arms that hugged me;

With a smile, she washed our clothes,

With a smile, she carried the vegetable basket to the frozen pond at the edge of the village,

With a smile in her mouth, she cut radishes with ice chips,

With a smile in her mouth, she scooped out the wheat grains eaten by the pigs with her hands,

With a smile in her mouth, she fanned With the fire of the stew stove burning,

With a smile, she carried a basket on her back and went to the square.

After drying the soybeans and wheat,

Dayan River , In order to live,

After she drained out her lotion,

She hugged my arms and worked.

Dayanhe loves her baby deeply;

During the New Year, for him, she is busy cutting the candies of winter rice,

For him , often quietly walked to her home on the edge of the village,

For him, he walked to her side and called "Mom",

The Dayan River painted him bright red The big green guan yunchang

attached to the wall beside the stove,

Dayanhe would boast to her neighbors about her breasts;

Dayanhe once I had a dream that I couldn’t tell anyone:

In the dream, she was eating her breast’s wedding wine,

sitting in the gloriously decorated hall,

And her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately calls her "mother-in-law"

... ... ...

Dayanhe loves her breasts deeply!

Dayanhe was already dead before she woke up from her dream.

When she died, her baby was not by her side.

When she died, her husband, who usually beat and scolded her, shed tears for her.

Five sons , everyone cried sadly,

When she died, she gently called her baby's name,

Dayan River, is dead,

When she died, her baby was not by her side.

The Dayan River went away with tears in its eyes!

With the humiliation of more than forty years of human life,

With the misery of countless slaves,

With four dollars A coffin and a few bunches of straw,

With a few feet of rectangular land where the coffin was buried,

With a handful of ashes of paper money,

Dayan River, she went there in tears.

This is what Dayanhe doesn’t know:

Her drunken husband has died,

The eldest son has become a bandit,

The second died in the smoke of gunfire,

The third, the fourth, the fifth

And I, I am writing the spell for this unfair world.

When I returned to my hometown after a long wandering,

In the mountainside, in the fields,

When the brothers met, they were more than six or seven years old. We need to be closer than before!

This, this is what Dayan River, which is sleeping quietly for you,

doesn’t know!

Dayan River, your baby is in prison today,

Writing a hymn for you,

Purple under the loess Soul,

To your outstretched hand that embraced me,

To your lips that kissed me,

To your mud-black My gentle face,

To your breasts that nourished me,

To your sons, my brothers,

To the great Everything on earth,

My nannies and their sons,

To the river that loves me as her own son.

Dayanhe, I grew up eating your milk

Your son

I respect you

Love You

Notice of dawn

For my prayer

Poet, get up

And please tell them

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Say that what they are waiting for is already coming

Say that I have come on the dew

I have come by the guidance of the last star

I come from the east

From the turbulent sea

I will bring light to the world

And I will bring warmth to mankind

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By the mouth of your upright man

Please bring my message

Inform the human beings whose eyes are burned by longing

And those far away Cities and villages immersed in suffering

Please welcome me

Herald of the day, messenger of light

Open all windows to welcome

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Open all the doors to welcome

Blow the whistle to welcome

Blow the horn to welcome

Ask the street sweeper to clean the streets Qu

Invite vans to move the garbage

Let the workers walk in broad steps on the street

Let the vehicles flow from the square in glorious processions Let's live it

Please ask the villages to wake up from the humid fog

Open their fences to welcome me

Please ask the village women to open their chicken pots

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Ask the farmer to bring out the cattle from the barn

Inform them with your warm mouth

Say that I come from the other side of the mountain, from the other side of the forest Come

Ask them to clean up those drying areas

and those ever-filthy patios

Please open the windows covered with floral paper

Please open the door with the Spring Festival couplets on it

Please wake up the attentive woman

And the snoring man

Please wake up the young lover too< /p>

And those sleepy girls

Please wake up the sleepy mother

And the babies around him

Please wake up everyone< /p>

Even those who are sick and pregnant

Even those who are aging

Even those who groan in bed

Even those who fight for justice The injured

And the refugees who have been displaced by the fall of their hometown

Please wake up all the unfortunate ones

I will give them comfort

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Please wake up all those who love life

Workers, technicians and painters

Please invite singers to sing and welcome

Use grass and dew The infiltrated sounds

Invite dancers to dance to welcome

Put on their white foggy dressing gown

Please wake up those healthy and beautiful ones

Say that I will come and knock on their windows and doors right away

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Please, poet who is true to time

Bring comforting news to mankind

Please prepare them to welcome, please prepare everyone to welcome

I will arrive when the rooster crows for the last time

Ask them to gaze at the horizon with pious eyes

I will give the most merciful light to all who are looking forward to me

While the night is almost over, please tell them

That what they are waiting for is coming

To the sun

In the morning, I will Waking up from sleep,

I am happy to see your brilliance;

—Although I was still sleepy last night,

and was entangled by countless nightmares.

Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean radiance,

shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time,

coated the window paper with a light yellow color like pollen,

Embedded in light blue and neat grid shadows,

My heart was full of gratitude, I got up from the bed,

Opened the windows and doors that had been closed all winter. ,

Let you spread the bright tablecloth made of pure gold silk

on my table by the window.

So, I was surprised to see you:

Such a reality that leaves no room for doubt,

You are standing on the top of the mountain opposite,

And smile so brightly.

I open my eyes hard to look at you,

I am eager to capture your image,

How strong, how trance-like, how solemn!

Your light stings my pupils.

Sun, you immortal philosopher,

You bring happiness to the world,

Even the most unfortunate person sees you,

I also feel your comfort in my heart.

You are the forger of time,

The gilder of a beautiful life;

You cast the days into countless golden wheels,

Swirling on the ancient wasteland...

If it were not for you, Sun,

All life would be crawling in the darkness,

Even if it has wings, it can only Like a bat

flying in the eternal night.

I love you like people love their mothers,

You nourish my concepts and thoughts with light and heat - -

Enable me to live passionately, for Ideal and painful,

Until my life is taken away by death.

After a long and lonely winter,

Today, I want to go up to the top of the mountain,

Take off my clothes and be naked,

Bath my soul in your light... …