Shanghai immigrates to Tianya

Go for a walk in the pine forest in the morning. I found a bunch of abandoned flowers on the tree-lined road.

Roses. The colors of roses are still bright, one is purple, the other is bright red, and the other is red.

The flowers are yellow ivory with a little blood halo.

I picked up the rose in my hand.

Fine dew has condensed on the green leaves, which was obviously sent last night.

Abandoned.

Is this the poor girl who was bullied by a fickle man? Or an unfortunate young man

Played by a crazy woman

Sweet words last night, cold dew today. ...

I took the rose home and wanted to find a vase to support it.

I have no vase. I found a broken neck bottle in a corner.

Pottery bottle.

Rose, although I can't support you with spring wine, I will.

Clear spring, clear heart. Although you have to feel sad and lonely in this broken bottle.

Jidi has fallen, but is it better than being abandoned and trampled on by the roadside?

Dream and Life

Last/better/previous/last name

The moonlight shone on the garden of Zhaofeng Park last night. All the trees

Are praising their leisure. White butterfly, yellow butterfly, musk pea flower

Rummaging through the bushes, she took the iris of musk peas as her sister.

Sister. You see them fly away and kiss the flowers on the lips, as if urging them to say, "Sister, sister!" "

Children, fly, fly, don't stand on the branches, let's fly together. The sun is so bright.

The weather is warm and the air smells good. "

But the flowers just shook their heads on the branches.

Under this background, I sat at the foot of a mulberry tree and read Tagore's English poems.

I read one of his poems, saying that he walked into the garden in the morning and it was given by a blind girl.

Gave him a wreath.

I realized that this is a symbol, and this blind girl is the three beauties of nature.

Room.

As soon as I realized this, the butterfly in front of me became a graceful woman.

Lang, try to make a wreath from the stems of musk beans and throw it to me.

I was buried in the grave of the wreath. ——

This is just a broken dream, but what a pleasant dream.

So what!

under

I got up early this morning and was going to take a walk in the square in front of Jing 'an Temple.

I'm in Dongzong Lane, Minhou, Li Nan, facing the gate of Fuxi Road, but I saw one.

A beggar woman. She is only wearing a tattered thin coat with several holes in her back.

Clouds of purple meat. She lowered her head to the wall and put a child's cotton-padded coat and

A thin coat for adults, rolled into a long belt.

A four-year-old daughter sat next to her, playing with the black canvas.

Capsule. The beggar rolled up the clothes once, but it seemed that she was not satisfied, so she opened them again.

Scroll again.

The clothes were rolled up and she wrapped them around her waist. When she reached for the bag,

The youngest daughter took out a cloth belt from her bag, like a black belt.

When she put the cloth bag around her neck, her little daughter threw the cloth belt in the middle of the road.

Tell her to bring the cloth, but the youngest daughter refused and ran to her side on purpose.

Laugh foolishly.

She looked up at this time, ah, she is blind.

She looked at her daughter's smile, and a faint smile appeared on her swollen face.

Mark.

Two or three children came and stood beside me, but the youngest daughter was holding her bamboo pole.

Expulsion

The four-year-old daughter is the only protector of her blind mother.

She played for a while and took the cloth to her blind mother. She used it to put it away.

She carried it. The blind beggar stood up with a wall in one hand and a bamboo pole in the other.

Place, headed for Fuxi Road.

I followed them and thought:

Alas! People still have to live to this stage! Those two at the waist

A rag, isn't it the quilt that their mother and daughter left to keep out the cold at night?

People still have to live to this stage! Why did the tragedy of life come to Sally?

Looking for it in Biya's masterpiece, why do you want to look for it in the battlefield of Sichuan and Hunan? Why?

Looking for Tokyo, Japan after the earthquake?

The sound of bamboo poles knocking on the road ... is this a parade to the cemetery?

All the leaves on the roadside have fallen off, and when they fall, they are scattered in the north wind.

Alas, people still have to live at this point! ……

I followed them to the front of Jing 'an Temple, and I couldn't bear to follow them any more. exist

I only found two coppers on me, which became the most humble respect I gave them.

Gift.

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Author: Guo Moruo

one

193810123 October, the day after Wuhan prepared to retreat, several ships evacuated the citizens, all on this day.

Early in the morning, I left the dock and went upstream.

This old boat, which is usually used as a ferry, is dragging refugees and luggage all over the ground and crawling on the river panting.

It's been a long time, but it's not far from Wuhan

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Despite the chaos, indescribable interference calmed down when the ship left the shore and people.

The children found their place in the narrow gap.

The talkative man opened the box.

It goes without saying that there are familiar fellow travelers or strangers, and as long as the seats are close, they will naturally form one by one.

Social environment.

Topics are complex and diverse, including the future of the War of Resistance and the founding of the People's Republic of China, the fate of three towns in Wuhan, the atrocities of the Japanese aggressors and the bravery of our army.

International sympathy, even daily necessities, joys and sorrows, are like waves in the water, which are flat here and rising there.

Come on, one by one, one to cover up the other, because the sound of the bottom machine and the monotonous solo constitute a complex.

Mixed accompaniment.

Said tired, leaned against the luggage or leaned against the wall of the boat and dozed off. Said hungry, and there was no food on the boat.

Yes, thoughtful people take out dry food and water bottles to eat and drink. These are part of the intermittent notes.

The sound of the ship never stops, and so do other accompaniment.

Sometimes children cry sharply, and this metallic ocean spray rises from the corner of the stern deck.

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A young couple, sitting in a corner of the back deck, there is a small square wooden array, which is better than armor.

This board is more than a foot high.

The man is wearing a Japanese student costume, made of serge, and hasn't even changed the copper buttons.

You can tell at a glance that you are an international student who has just returned from Japan. Age but mid-twenties, slender, pale.

The woman is young, short, without makeup, small and yellow, and her cheeks ache faintly.

With a brown halo. Short hair, high collar, no embellishment.

Both of them are very silent and anxious, which does not correspond to their age.

The woman is holding a six-or eight-month-old boy with a face like a malnourished monkey and has been in a trance.

Sexual crying.

They are too inexperienced, afraid that they left too early and didn't bring dry food and drinks. The ship has left.

They were both hungry and thirsty for most of the day.

To make matters worse, the baby has to be suckled.

Breast milk, which is already insufficient, is quickly sucked up because of hunger and thirst, coupled with anxiety. A pair of rubber nozzles are generally

Nipples, in exchange for sucking the baby, do not help the baby's hunger.

The baby has been crying.

Young parents had to hug each other, but it didn't help. I cried impatiently and began to feel something in my heart.

They complained to each other, and then made a sound with a northern accent.

-"If I had known this, I would have stayed in Hankou. Anyway, I should have starved to death! " The man complained and cried at this time.

He has his child.

The woman buried her head and ignored it.

-"knowing that the ship won't catch fire, there is no dry food. Just buy canned milk. "

When a man talks to himself, there is room for discussion.

-"You are so prescient!" The woman raised her head, protested angrily and took the crying child away.

When I was about to leave, I stuffed my nipple into my mouth and continued to say, "You little thing, even if you grind me to death.

Things. "

-"Who wants to grind you to death!" Men are also angry.

-"You run outside every day, why don't you buy some?"

-"The money is in your hand, you should cherish it!"

-"I wonder how much money you have!"

The man endured the silence after the backchat.

-"Where's our thousand dollars?" Stop. He deliberately said this sentence in Japanese.

-"sewn in the child's cloak." She reluctantly replied in Japanese, pointing to the child.

There is a little red cotton cloak on the table.

Babies with empty nipples probably thought they were cheated, but they cried even harder.

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Suddenly, the beat of the plane came faintly from the air.

The whole ship felt as if it were electrified and the speakers stopped talking.

At this time, the child's crying voice became the target of public criticism. An old woman sitting next to her recited the Buddhist name.

On the one hand, I am also forbidding children not to cry.

The beat is getting closer and closer, the air on the ship is getting more and more tense, and the crying of hungry children is getting more and more fierce.

This aroused public anger, and many irritable people frightened the young couple.

-"You always interfere. What can I do if the child cries? In fact, where can I hear it on the plane! " overseas student

Say this with hostility.

-"Sinful!" Next to the Buddha's mother-in-law spoke, "there is a microphone on the Japanese plane.

I can hear everything below. There is no Guanyin Bodhisattva in South China! There is no Guanyin Bodhisattva in South China! "

In addition, a fierce man rushed forward. "Little bastard must cry? I'm going to splash water on you! "

With that, he took it from the woman in surprise. Young parents can't even catch it.

A living child was thrown into the river by the fierce man.

Mother let out a scream and tried to jump over the railing into the river, but her husband held her tightly.

-"Don't hold me, help the children! Help the children! "

-"There is no Guanyin Bodhisattva in the south, and there is no Guanyin Bodhisattva in the south ..."

The red cloak floated on the waves and was quickly swept down again.

-"Oh, boy, boy! My child! " Mother shouted and struggled desperately, but her husband still

Hold her tight.

-"shh!" Most people are booing. -"shh!"

-"Take these two guys into the water together!" There is another grumpy voice saying this.

-"Shut up, you sinners!" My mother-in-law who is chanting Buddha is also angry. "There is no Guanyin Bodhisattva in the south, and there is no south.

There is no avalokitesvara, and there is no avalokitesvara in the south ... "

-"Why are you always pestering me!" The struggling mother gradually weakened.

The husband looked extremely sad and said nothing.

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I was nervous for a long time, and the beat of the plane gradually became deep and distant until I couldn't hear it.

About the enemy reconnaissance plane flying around or changing direction after reconnaissance.

Everyone took a breath.

The mother-in-law who is chanting Buddha said plausibly: "Master Guanyin has spirit and experience, and we bodhisattvas offer high sacrifices. Guanyinda

As long as the taxi raises its eyes, enemy planes will fly around. You don't know, the last time the Japanese bombed Changchun Temple,

The next egg hit Guanyin Bodhisattva right on the head, only to see Guanyin Bodhisattva reach out and catch the bomb and throw it back.

He shot down the Japanese ghost plane. "

The young mother is still sniffling.

-"This lady," the Buddhist mother-in-law turned to her, "don't be sad, although your child has been lost.

But he saved a boatload of people and your couple. Guanyin Bodhisattva will bless him and will definitely accept him as a golden mountain.

Boy. You are still young, and he will be reincarnated next year. "

The young mother is still sobbing. The selfish ghost who hissed a quarter of an hour ago now seems to be the mother of their children.

Compassion rose, even the murderer was found by conscience, perhaps for fear of his father's revenge, and he didn't take it to heart.

Suddenly, I didn't know where to hide.

Mother sobbed for a while, then suddenly burst into tears.

Hugging her husband ended in breaking the silence: "Don't cry. We don't hate anyone but Japan.

The Japanese are cruel. They only resent that we China people are uneducated. Thousands of children were killed by Japanese devils, and our

Children were also killed by Japanese devils. It doesn't matter, we are still young, and we want revenge! ……"

-"Needless to say, you are also rich." My mother-in-law is a Buddhist, interjected.

After inserting this sentence, my mother's crying suddenly stopped.

-"What did you say?" She asked questions coldly.

-"You have been abroad, and you have plenty of money. There is always a way to go to Chongqing, Sichuan. "

-"Ha ha, interesting! Haha, interesting! " The young mother burst out laughing. "We have enough money,

Took it with the doll! Took it with the doll! Haha, interesting! Interesting! Took it with the doll! ……"

Just like the mother-in-law who recited "Guanyin Bodhisattva in the South", this young mother has been reciting it ever since.

These words: "Haha, interesting! Interesting! Take it away with the doll! "

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The young couple landed in Shashi.

Women always read those monotonous words with a smile.

Where's that guy? Always holding my wife, always silent, silent.

Nobody knows their names, and nobody knows what happened to them.

1942

Introduction to Shelley's poetry

Shelley is one of my favorite poets. He is nature's pet, the Pantheon.

Buddhist believers, revolutionary ideological athletes. His poetry is his life. His life is very convenient.

This is a wonderful poem. He is a bit like Jia in China.

Friendship. But Jia Sheng's talent has not reached his level. This talented poet

It is also death, and he gives us the impression that he is a good young man forever.

Shelley's poems are like a piano, with big buttons and small buttons.

He is sometimes charming and sometimes suddenly empty; Sometimes he is quiet and quiet, crying like complaining. he

It's not just a monotonous straw.

He is a great unfinished product. The universe is just a great eternity.

Finished product. The ancients compared poetry to style. The wind has the wind of pulling out the wood and tearing down the house (Orkan), which is shocking.

The wind of the tree (Sturm

), the wind shakes the young trees and the wind shakes the big branches.

The wind (Frish), the wind that shakes the branches (Masig), the wind that makes the grass move.

(Schwach), there is a wind that does not pour the smoke column (still). This is the will in the universe.

All kinds of poetic styles revealed. Shelley's poetic style is also so changeable. The wind does not come from the sky.

Here it is. Poetry is not from the heart. It's not poetry from the heart, it's not true.

Poetry. Shelley is a real poet and a real poet.

The purpose of translating Shelley's poems is to make me Shelley, not myself.

Poetry translation is neither parrot-like nor monkey.

When a man and a woman get married, they must first have love, first have * * *, and first have inner resonance. I

I love Shelley. I can feel his heart. I can talk to him. I married him.

-He and I are one. His poems are just like mine. I translated his.

Poetry is just like my own creation.

A modern poet who writes prose poems.

Baudelaire, Verharun, so are they.

Do a very regular sonnet

Alexander, whether written in classical Chinese or white, is very poetic.

Words, rhymes and essays are simply poems. Who says a given poem is a rotten skeleton? who

Say free verse is a symbol of ghost painting peaches? The form of poetry is a problem of Sain, not Soren.

problem A poet has absolute freedom, but he can do whatever he wants. he

His poems are almost archaic, and they are not necessarily archaic. His poems broke through the cracks.

Cut the established rules and don't have to learn fashion. Today, a thousand years later, it will become an ancient song.

Body discovered thousands of years ago was also fashionable at that time. An indispensable aspect-the monism of poetry

The basic spirit is eternal.

1stormy night on February 4th

Dream and Life

The moonlight shone on the garden of Zhaofeng Park last night. All the trees

Are praising their leisure. White butterfly, yellow butterfly, musk pea flower

Rummaging through the bushes, she took the iris of musk peas as her sister.

Sister. You see them fly away and kiss the flowers on the lips, as if urging them to say, "Sister, sister!" "

Children, fly, fly, don't stand on the branches, let's fly together. The sun is so bright.

The weather is warm and the air smells good. "

But the flowers just shook their heads on the branches.

Under this background, I sat at the foot of a mulberry tree and read Tagore's English poems.

I read one of his poems, saying that he walked into the garden in the morning and it was given by a blind girl.

Gave him a wreath.

I realized that this is a symbol, and this blind girl is the three beauties of nature.

Room.

As soon as I realized this, the butterfly in front of me became a graceful woman.

Lang, try to make a wreath from the stems of musk beans and throw it to me.

I was buried in the grave of the wreath. ——

This is just a broken dream, but what a pleasant dream.

So what!

under

I got up early this morning and was going to take a walk in the square in front of Jing 'an Temple.

I'm in Dongzong Lane, Minhou, Li Nan, facing the gate of Fuxi Road, but I saw one.

A beggar woman. She is only wearing a tattered thin coat with several holes in her back.

Clouds of purple meat. She lowered her head to the wall and put a child's cotton-padded coat and

A thin coat for adults, rolled into a long belt.

A four-year-old daughter sat next to her, playing with the black canvas.

Capsule. The beggar rolled up the clothes once, but it seemed that she was not satisfied, so she opened them again.

Scroll again.

The clothes were rolled up and she wrapped them around her waist. When she reached for the bag,

The youngest daughter took out a cloth belt from her bag, like a black belt.

When she put the cloth bag around her neck, her little daughter threw the cloth belt in the middle of the road.

Tell her to bring the cloth, but the youngest daughter refused and ran to her side on purpose.

Laugh foolishly.

She looked up at this time, ah, she is blind.

She looked at her daughter's smile, and a faint smile appeared on her swollen face.

Mark.

Two or three children came and stood beside me, but the youngest daughter was holding her bamboo pole.

Expulsion

The four-year-old daughter is the only protector of her blind mother.

She played for a while and took the cloth to her blind mother. She used it to put it away.

She carried it. The blind beggar stood up with a wall in one hand and a bamboo pole in the other.

Place, headed for Fuxi Road.

I followed them and thought:

Alas! People still have to live to this stage! Those two at the waist

A rag, isn't it the quilt that their mother and daughter left to keep out the cold at night?

People still have to live to this stage! Why did the tragedy of life come to Sally?

Looking for it in Biya's masterpiece, why do you want to look for it in the battlefield of Sichuan and Hunan? Why?

Looking for Tokyo, Japan after the earthquake?

The sound of bamboo poles knocking on the road ... is this a parade to the cemetery?

All the leaves on the roadside have fallen off, and when they fall, they are scattered in the north wind.

Alas, people still have to live at this point! ……

I followed them to the front of Jing 'an Temple, and I couldn't bear to follow them any more. exist

I only found two coppers on me, which became the most humble respect I gave them.

Gift.

Parasitic trees and fine grass

The parasitic tree stood on the high branch of an ancient tree and gloated in the air. Taya

Looking down proudly at the fine grass below, he said:

"You poor grass, you see how high my status is and how much you have.

How short! "

Fine grass did not answer.

The parasitic tree sang again:

"Aha, I am a natural tianjiao. There are big trees to shelter me from the wind and rain, and big trees.

Trees provide me with food. I am a god who doesn't lose money but works hard, looking up at the universe and landing on the grass.

Like clouds, friends are like birds. Aha, I'm Dazi.

The arrogance of nature. "

A thunderstorm blew down the big tree. The tall branches of parasitic trees and ancient trees overlap in the grass.

Let's go The beautiful grass cries for it.

Parasitic trees are dying. Every time it rains, the fine grass mourns it.

Cry for it.

The parasitic trees were picked up by the old woodcutter in a big basket and sold to the earth kiln for burning. each

When it rains, the fine grass is still mourning and crying for it.

1924, in Shanghai