He Jingzhi's classic quotations:
A poet, his poems can't leave the times and the people, but should reflect the pulse of the times and express the voice of the people.
If poetry wants to maintain its great historical value, it must keep close contact with the times and the people.
The scientific attitude is persistence and development. The premise is that persistence is proved to be correct by practice. This is just like any progressive historical phenomenon can't go beyond the limitations of its own historical conditions.
Who said you left me? No, you and I will live the same life forever! Always here-in the ranks of soldiers, in the land of the motherland, in yesterday, today and tomorrow, always moving forward. ...
For our generation, the understanding of the spirit of "Speech at the Yan 'an Forum on Literature and Art" is not only related to us personally, but also touching, because many years of positive and negative lessons tell us that the basic principles and theories of the spirit of speech are correct and conform to the law of human artistic development ... The spirit of speech still plays a guiding role in today's creation and will guide the direction of China's literature and art for a long time.
A poet should have the temperament of a poet. This temperament is not to bow down when encountering setbacks, not to escape from reality, not to be unhappy, or even to collapse, but to be open-minded and inclusive. The poet's mind should be as broad, broad and vast as the sea and stand up to any stormy waves.
We should express people's feelings and tell people's things. This cannot be misinterpreted as denying the poet's subjective world and giving up the self in art. On the other hand, poetry cannot be attributed to pure self-expression. Leading poets to break away from or even exclude society and people.
Poets will not degrade their talents by speaking for the people. For a poet who truly belongs to the people, he expresses the era when I belong to the people through this' I' that belongs to the people.
There is a big piece of sunshine on my desk. On the mountain outside the window, the fragrance of wild flowers came to my face. Yes, the caves in Dongshan, flashing lights and jumping stars. My plateau, you raised me! My comrade, you exercised me!
Ah, if I had a hundred brains, I would give you one hundred; If I had a thousand hands, I would give you a thousand pairs. If I had ten thousand mouths, I would sing with them! -Sing about our great and magnificent new motherland!
Life-write like this, death-write like this. Revolution! Revolution! -On every line, on every page. People! People! In every chapter and section. Revolution-never back down! Struggle-never stop! Red flag-it will never fall! Torch-it will never go out! Who is "revolutionary thoroughbred horse"? People-will identify themselves!
History is answering: how should people be born? Lu, what should I do? ..... Facing today: How should the pulse in the blood vessel beat? What is true happiness? What is the life of youth? ..... What is the old age of the hero who retired after his success? What is the life of a newcomer without regrets?
Let me choose a thousand times: you or you-China! Let me look for it ten thousand times: it's you, only you-revolution! Born, born a thousand times, born in the arms of Chinese mother, live for 10 thousand years, live in the career of a great leader!
9.6 million square kilometers of rivers and seas, I love every inch of you! 3650 days and nights, I love you every second and every minute!
Ah ah! Throughout the ages-how many heroes have broken the wind and waves, and the middle reaches of the Yellow River-are immortal and the backbone of the nation!
Ah, I see: Our road to China is not Ma Pingchuan. In front of us, there will be endless ravines, unexpected storms on our heads ... there will be countless new tests to meet me, and dust and poisonous bacteria will sneak up on me. But, my dear party! Please believe-how you led me and how I will follow you!
Me, who is it? Where is it? ..... an endless ocean, a drop of water in the ocean, an endless field, a small grain in the field. ...
Three flowers wine to a drop of Lijiang River, my motherland, my love for you has been drunk for a hundred years ... How charming and affectionate the country is, so that my white hair will never grow! Jiangshan people are proud of this, making me young and not old!
Lamb lamb looked at her mother beside her breast, and the small grain of rice supported me to grow up.
Don't jump so hard in your heart, dust can't stop my eyes ... I grabbed the loess and stuck it to my heart ... I went back to Yan 'an in my dream several times and decided to build Baota shan by myself. Thousands of voices call you-Yan' an mother is coming!
I see: every girl's heart is a landscape of Guilin ... I see: every young man's palm is a five-finger mountain peak.
God in the clouds, fairy in the fog, mountain in Guilin! Love is as deep as love, beautiful as a dream, and love is like the water of Lijiang River!
You see, 5,000 years of white hair, a few wrinkles in Wan Li, and the overnight shareholder wind have all blown away!
Ah, there you are-the burning fire in our hearts; Ah, there you are-the burning magma in our blood vessels; To you-the rolling Yellow River of our life; You are here-the vast Yangtze River of our youth. ...
Horseheads held high to the east, the red sun rolled, ponytails swept, the western sky, and residual clouds fell! Scared, the capitalist world's "old road-west wind-thin horse" is in chaos, and the Atlantic coast is "dead vine-old tree-/faint crow".
A thousand waves, ten thousand waves! 60 million waves converge into this magical ocean! ..... a thousand miles of wind, Wan Lifeng! 60 million horses, let go of the reins together!
Dongfeng! Red flag! The morning glow is like brocade ... Avenue! Blue sky! Flowers are like clouds.
Spring breeze, autumn rain, morning fog, sunset ... May, wheat waves. In August, the waves are rough. Peach blossom, south. Snowflakes, north.
The garden is full of flowers and many new people come to the art garden. There are Peking Opera in Changchun, and Peking Opera can be used in Changchun.
Wang Yue saw the hopeful man Song, but he watched the sun on the mountain peak. The pine tree and the red sun looked at me, their bones hardened and their hearts penetrated.
Sink at the bottom of the sea a few times and it will last forever. Dai Zong writes poems with his own brush.
As poets, it is not how great we are, but how many national revivals we have written in words and sounds, and how many historical processes of the world revolution have been written from a certain side.
This environment is inherently life-threatening? Meet unexpectedly. Watch the sunset at Yuefeng, and the moon rises at Sunfeng.
Huangshan Mountain is beautiful but not true, and the mountains and rivers are as different as talented people. There is no cloud on the sea in Laoshan Mountain.
If you form a group, you will form a big group. Subject and object are combined, and individuals and groups exist for each other.
In life, I often sing before I get drunk, and there are thousands of joys and sorrows. Come to Tianchi and try to get drunk before you rest, so as to raise a feast in the four seas.
Great trip to sea, Qianjiang is angry with me. A drop dares to report Jiang Hisense, and then watch the climax.
I have been drunk for mountains and rivers all my life, and I have been drunk for thousands of times. Three rivers finish drinking today, and don't borrow Hanyang Yuejia Cup.
The upper reaches of the Jiuqu Yellow River, the window to the west of the train, is a calm summer night in the northwest. Last month, at the height of the plateau, a station light flew away like fireflies, and a heavy mountain flashed like waves. ...