This time, after reading this book with an unknown knowledge mentality, I can't help but stir up ripples in my heart.
Ai Qing's poems have both ancient style and modern rhyme, which perfectly combine the language and culture of China for thousands of years and turn into a blue melancholy. Although I may prefer a more optimistic and open-minded poetic rhyme, Ai Qing's poems are more about his love for the motherland and special spiritual cultivation, from which the poet's great self-care for the country and the people is extracted. "If I were a bird, I would sing with my hoarse throat. Why do I always have tears in my eyes in this storm-hit land? Because I love this land deeply.
"The poet's feelings out of their own sorrow, where will it go? There is only one answer-the tomorrow of the motherland. The poet walked out of the inner experience and worried about the future of the motherland. I can't imagine the overloaded power in the poet's heart. He hopes to get more responsibility-"taking the world as his own responsibility". This is the source and ideological basis of China's intellectual creation.
I like Ai Qing's poems because he has a broad mind. I like Ai Qing's poems because they are natural and have the greatest skills, and they are the products of profound cultural accumulation and thorough digestion. I like Ai Qing's poems, because I love the land and sunshine that raised us as much as poets!
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Notes on Selected Poems of Ai Qing 20 Ai Qing and his works have established a solid position in the history of China and world literature; His personality charm has been tested by history again and again. Next, I arranged the reading notes of Selected Poems of Ai Qing for you, hoping to help you. Welcome to read the reference.
Some thoughts after reading Ai Qing's poems: I love this land, and some things are unshakable and unchangeable, such as loyalty to the country and the nation. For example, I have always kept in my heart the position of some people I admire or relatives and friends around me. For example, the basic judgment of an excellent work is rock-solid, no matter how vicissitudes of the world, no matter how ruthless the years are.
China Youth Publishing House has published two books of Ai Qing's poems, Commemorating the 70th Anniversary of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's Victory, The People of China and The World Anti-Fascist War. One is I Love This Land: Ai Qing's Anti-Japanese War Poems, and the other is Time: Selected Poems of Ai Qing.
When I got these two books of poetry, I was in awe. Although there are many works in this book, which I have been familiar with since I was a teenager, I still can't put it down like a long-awaited new book and sit in front of the book case all night to review it carefully.
Ai Qing, Nie Luda in Chile and Tomek in Turkey are also called "the three great people's poets in the 20th century". As a poet who went to the world in China in the last century, Selected Poems of Ai Qing has been published in many versions at home and abroad since 1950s. The National Library of America alone has more than 30 such poems. There are also differences in sentence breaks, line breaks, chapters, translations, etc., which need to be standardized urgently.
I learned about the plan of publishing these two poems by China Youth Publishing House in June, 5438+last year 10 earlier, and learned that Aidan was working on the compilation and revision of Ai Qing's poems. Ai Qing's son Aidan was Ai Qing's secretary in his later years. He is responsible for editing and sorting out Ai Qing's works.
Nearly two-thirds of Ai Qing's works that have been handed down to this day were written in the period of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, which influenced several generations. The news media and literary circles at home and abroad respect Ai Qing as "Yan 'an Battlefield Poet", "Red Poet", "Poet Leader" and "Poet Sage", but I think that these terms are not enough to accurately define Ai Qing's artistic achievements and status as far as art itself is concerned. It is undoubtedly incomplete to prove Ai Qing's poems and his times simply by "sad poets".
Ai Qing belongs to the people of China. 1940 Winter, Ai Qing wrote: I am very concerned about the changes and development of current events in China and the world. As a China native, I am eager for political progress in China, but I have never forced myself to make a rhythmic report on daily current affairs.
The new year has come again, and I will greet it with all my excitement and enthusiasm.
It will come with the crown of victory.
In order to meet it, I will write new songs for it with greater creative ambition. I will faithfully follow it. I will take creation as the action of my thoughts, strive to realize my predictions and strengthen my vows.
I want to learn to be modest, so that I can make progress; I will work harder, so that I can live in this great era with a clear conscience.
Only when the poet has a deep feeling for this country and people, and only when this feeling is sublimated into poetic passion and desire, can such words be integrated into pen and ink.
When reading Ai Qing's I Love This Land, the notice of dawn, the snow on the land of China, and the infection of the torch to the sun and emotions were unconsciously filled by Ai Qing, and I could not help but pay high tribute to this great poet. The sun, land and torches embraced Ai Qing's poems. It was his longing and pursuit for the dawn and tomorrow that whipped the darkness and terror of the old society with radical poems.
Ai Qing is an outstanding representative in the history of China's new poetry. His poems are not bound by form, rhyme, number of words or lines. He said, "I'd rather be naked than let clothes that don't fit choke your breath."
Ai Qing worships the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, and he vividly makes an analogy: the three wheels of a pure gold tricycle driven by a poet are truth, goodness and beauty respectively.
Regarding poetry writing, Ai Qing's principle is: "Simplicity, simplicity, concentration and vividness.
What he hopes and expects is that if it is poetry, no matter what form it is written, it is poetry; If it is not a poem, it is not a poem of any kind.
Don't write poems into riddles; Don't let readers misunderstand that it is difficult because you are not clear enough.
The reason why Ai Qing's poems shine with eternal light and exuberant vitality stems from his experience and persistence in grassroots life, from Ai Qing's fiery patriotism and patriotic feelings, and from Ai Qing's unpretentious true feelings. If you lose the above, I am afraid you will be abandoned by time and forgotten by readers.
Aidan and China Youth Publishing House edited and sorted out these two poems and adhered to Ai Qing's consistent view of poetry creation. Take Time: Selected Poems of Ai Qing as an example. These 50 selected poems are carefully selected from more than 500 masterpieces of Ai Qing, and the strict standards can be called "the ultimate choice". Among them, lights, dusk, autumn morning, crowds, and small blue flowers, which we never pay attention to or generally do not choose, are impressively listed. These "humble" short poems are comparable to Ai Qing's most famous poems. Their selection has realized the publishing intention of Ai Qing's natural artistic temperament and unique imagination in many dimensions.
The poet found a small blue flower in bloom on the mountain. He saw the little blue flower smiling at him, so he wrote: The little blue flower bloomed on the blue hillside and purple rock. The little blue flower is bluer than the clear sky in autumn and bluer than sapphire. The little blue flower is Shan Ye's smile, lonely and affectionate. In Ai Qing's eyes, little blue flowers are precious. It has a blue chest and is full of confidence and optimism between the lines of this poem.
Ai Qing's views on poetry writing are always straightforward and unambiguous. And this kind of poetic theory through time and space is a long-term medicine for the pain of contemporary poetry. He said: Poetry and hypocrisy are insulated.
As soon as the poet comes into contact with hypocrisy, his poems fail.
Noble will and pure soul are often more profound and lasting than beautiful forms and carved words.
As a result of the highest rationality, the poet fell in love with nature and frankness.
He added: there is no more storage space than life itself and nature itself; To enrich the language, we must broaden our horizons; Gaze at life and nature.
Profound and broad thoughts, expressed in the simplest language, are the most ideal poems.
There is nothing wrong with these two collections of poems being called the best in literary books. In particular, "Time: Selected Poems of Ai Qing" contains Ai Qing's occasional freehand brushwork or sketch in notebooks or manuscript papers, which shows one of his early painting skills.
As we all know, Ai Qing, who returned from Paris after crossing the ocean, joined the left-wing literary alliance and engaged in revolutionary literary and artistic progress activities before embarking on the road of poetry creation. It is a pity that a painter who becomes a poet knows his poems and literary talents like the palm of his hand, but he seldom has the opportunity to see his rare paintings.
It was the luck of the times: Selected Poems of Ai Qing showed Ai Qing's "graffiti" part so intensively.
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Notes on Ai Qing's Selected Poems; These days, I have nothing to do. When I was rummaging through the bookcase, I caught a glimpse of Ai Qing's poems, which were covered with a layer of dust, gently brushed away the dust and turned over a few pages. Ai Qing's Chinese blue melancholy deeply attracted me.
Ai Qing's poetry is a perfect combination of the connotation of ancient poetry and the coat of modern poetry.
It is often possible to portray the openness of the "big self" and the humbleness of the "small self" to the fullest. In his poems, there is a kind of "blue melancholy" flowing quietly everywhere. I love Ai Qing's poems because of the "blue melancholy" in them. It is the spiritual penance of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later", which forged the poet's broad feelings of "self"; So pain does not depend on self-interest, so sadness does not depend on self-interest. "If I were a bird, I would sing with a hoarse throat, this land hit by the storm; ..... Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply ". Where will the poet's feelings go from his own sadness? China's cultural soil gave birth to such an answer-the motherland, the people and the light. As an image, the "land" where people live arises spontaneously from the poet's mind. Qu Yuan's "Vanilla Beauty" and Du Fu's "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring".
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. "Don't choose spiritual escape because of the hardships of current events, and don't" have no fish to eat "all day long because you don't have enough to eat. Maybe I will hit a wall everywhere, maybe I will be frustrated all my life, but I will still "stand there and look at the sea with a smile" ... "(Ai Qingjiao). The poet's experience of going out of his heart and worrying about the past and future of a Millennium country. You can't imagine the burden on the poet's shoulders. He hopes to get more responsibility-"taking the world as his own responsibility." "
This is the source and ideological basis of China's intellectual creation.
I love Ai Qing's poems because they are full of language tension. The first half of Ai Qing's poetry is often straightforward or passionate, but he often expresses his feelings directly at the end of the poem to reach the climax of the whole poem, and then makes a curtain call at the climax. This often gives birth to a feeling that the words are not finished, which makes the echoes linger for three days. Beautiful! I love Ai Qing's poems because of her broad mind. I love Ai Qing's poetry, because it is natural, has the greatest technique, and is the product of profound cultural accumulation and thorough digestion; I love Ai Qing's poems, because I love this land and sunshine like a poet.
When I was in middle school, I liked Ai Qing's modern poems very much. I have always found those words full of vicissitudes exciting to read. Time flies. "Why are there always tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply ..." This poem will remain in the memory tunnel forever.
This summer vacation, I once again "met" Comrade Ai Qing, met his words that have been baptized by years, once again saw his heartbreaking love for the motherland, and realized his fiery childlike innocence and sincere concern for the broad masses of ordinary working people. I have to remember this great man in modern poetry again and again, and I have to respect the eternal monument in this poem.
Reading "North" is like being in the boundless northern land, and the thick yellow land gives me a strong sense of heaviness. I stood on the endless desert, watching the ruthless desert wind blowing from outside the fortress in the distance, ravaging life in the north. The cold wind in October does not sting the bones, but it gives people a cold feeling. Villages in the distance, uphill, riverbanks and broken walls are all moaning and sighing about this era. I saw, I saw, the helplessness on the faces of the people in the north, the sadness and the desire for light that emerged from the depths of their hearts.
The author's pen tip shows me the misfortune and disaster of the people in the north, the people who died under the trampling of enemy soldiers, and his strong patriotism. Although this land in the north is full of complaints and pains, it was left to us by our ancestors after five thousand years of experience. This land not only has their indomitable spirit, but also has their selfless and broad love. "I love this sad land. Ancient land, this land has nurtured the hardest and oldest race in the world that I love. Although it was only a short article, it also deeply shocked me. This land is my love, because it carries the faith of millions of people in China, and the unknown in the distance will surely have a dawn.
Since childhood, all of us have been instilled with patriotic ideas by all the people and things around us. Maybe many college students will think that we haven't entered the society, and we can't change anything for the country and the people. Power is so small that we seldom put ourselves at a high angle, so we will think that we are too far away from patriotism. I think each of us has a subconscious love for our motherland. Otherwise, why are we indignant when Japan and China are arguing over the ownership of Diaoyu Island? Why are we so excited when the China "Liaoning" aircraft carrier gallops in the vast sea area? Why are we rejoicing for China athletes' brilliant achievements in previous Olympic Games? Why do our heartstrings vibrate with the passionate rhythm every time we raise the national flag and play the national anthem? Why do we gnash our teeth when we see the people of China being brutally killed by the enemy in one anti-Japanese film after another? Why did our hearts feel as excited and happy as flying back to that era when "War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, the Chinese nation, won" appeared in the movie ... I know-because in our hearts, the honor and prosperity of the motherland are related to our emotions, because all of us will fill our hearts with love for this nation.
I remember reading a news at the beginning of the summer vacation about a college student from Southwest University who went to the barren northwest of China to teach after graduation. He is far away from his hometown and the ardent care of his parents. Although he is lonely, he is engaged in a noble cause after all. He saw the eyes of northwest children eager for knowledge, and followed his inner care for those children and his love for the motherland.
We are carefree students, sitting in a bright classroom, and we are also favored by people from all walks of life. Now that we are really fledgling, it is difficult to achieve much. So now we should start to treat our studies with meticulous attitude and treat our first job coming soon. For our university's free time, we should not only participate in colorful campus activities, but also participate in organizations or colleges. We are all small individuals, but I firmly believe that we can shine with the stars, because patriotism is not necessarily the heroism of bombing bunkers, the wisdom of commanding battles, or the strategy of governing the country ... In summer vacation, I like to lie on the couch on the balcony, lean against the afterglow of the sunset, blow the occasional breeze, listen to the squeak of Xia Chan in the tree next to me, and sometimes read Ai Qing's poems in such an environment. I didn't have a chance. In Ai Qing's time, the environment in front of me was so elegant and comfortable. Of course I can't fully understand how complicated, sad and helpless Ai Qing was at that time. But I can deeply feel that kind of sadness from the bits and pieces of his poems, such as "Snow Falls on the Land of China", written on the snowy night in February 1937+28. Once again, I saw the farmer who struggled in the hard years-the face that was tortured by the sword of years and the wind and frost, the back that was bent by the heavy negative pressure of life, and the eyes that were dim because of the lack of hope for life. What I feel is not heartache, but pity. I sympathize with the victims of endless war. They can only swallow the suffering brought by fate, while we onlookers only have the right to sigh and pity.
But when I read "The pain and disaster in China is as vast and long as this snowy night", I feel sad. I feel sorry for this teetering nation and this riddled country. I think the author at that time must be more angry, disappointed and sad than me. Otherwise, how can I write "China, the weak poem I wrote in the dark night can give you some warmth?" Such a poem. China shivering in the snow, crying, and China like being shrouded in the night, how to find the light ahead?
One silent poem after another, one word full of blood and tears, makes me an ignorant reader always look forward to the late dawn.
Finally, the author, the working people and I have reached the dawn of hope. A "Dawn Notice" seems to announce to the world that the days swallowed up by darkness and pain are coming to an end and the poem of a new life is about to start. From the author's cheerful and meaningful words, I read the joy between the lines. The author is a messenger of light, spreading light and joy, "open all the windows to welcome, open all the doors to welcome", and even let the whistle blow and the horn blow the welcome message, which made 400 million China compatriots rejoice. After reading this, the heartstrings that have been tense are now loose.
Maybe it's really a poem, a mood. After reading many poems in Ai Qing's Selected Poems, I found that they were lamenting the hardships of people's lives, worrying about the fate of the nation and pursuing the light. When I met Hope, I was in another mood.
Some people say that our life is like a sailboat sailing on the vast sea. We are not only captains, but also sailors and helmsmen. Ai Qing said: "What a sailor likes best is the foaming caused by anchoring, and what another sailor likes best is the sound of the chain when anchoring." One is looking forward to starting and the other is looking forward to arriving. " This is one of my favorite poems, because there is no sad atmosphere.
Whether looking forward to departure or arrival, such sailors are brave and firm. They are not afraid of unknown waves in the distance, nor of the storm ahead. With this hope, they will bravely overcome any difficulties and obstacles they will face. I asked myself, do I have this hope in my heart? The answer is vague, because I can't find that definite hope.
I remember in a freshman career class, the teacher asked us to close our eyes gently and listen to beautiful light music, which made us think about our future. But then, my mind was always blank. I don't know what kind of company I will work in, what kind of experience I will have and what my future home will be like ... but when the teacher asked how many people can see their future life clearly, I found that only four or five people in class 150 raised their hands. I realize that college students are so ignorant about their future that even primary school students will boldly think about it, but now we all lack the courage of childhood, and the naive ideal of childhood now seems to be an absurd fantasy.
Without hope in our hearts, we won't live harder. Like most people, I feel decadent and mediocre after going to college. I tried many times to find the reason, but it always ended in vain. Now I firmly believe that the real reason is the "hope" that we have been lacking.