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"Books must be understood, first seek not to understand" - smell a lot

Wen Yiduo (November 24, 1899 – July 15, 1946), real name Wen Jiahua (文家骅), was born on November 24, 1899 in Bahe Town, Haoshui County, Hubei Province, and was a modern Chinese poet, scholar, and democracy fighter.

In 1905, he entered Miangexuan Primary School. In 1912, he was admitted to the second class of The Tsinghua School in Beijing. In June 1914, the paper "Talk on Honor" was published. In February 1919, he became the editor of the Journal of Tsinghua.

In 1920, it was compiled into a collection of poems", "Guwa Collection" and "True Self Collection". On March 16, 1923, the long poem "In the Garden" was written; in September, the first new collection of poems, "Red Candle", was published. In June 1924, he graduated from the University of Colorado. In early January 1925, he participated in the initiation of the "Chinese Drama Improvement Society"; in July, the poem "Song of the Seven Sons" was published; in September, he was hired as the preparatory commissioner of the Beijing Art College.

In February 1927, he became the head of the art unit of the Political Department of the Wuhan National Revolutionary Army. In January 1928, the poetry collection "Backwater" was published. In August 1932, he was appointed professor of the Department of Chinese Literature at Tsinghua University. In January 1936, the paper "Separation from the Riot" was published. In 1943, the Eleventh Society was organized. In March 1945, he jointly published the Kunming Cultural Circle's "Proposition on Saving the Current Crisis".

red

candle

What a red candle!

Such a red candle!

O poet

Spit out your heart to Bibi,

But the general color?

Who made the wax – for your body?

Who lit the fire - lit the soul?

Why do you have to burn wax to ashes,

And then the light comes out?

Mistake after mistake;

contradiction! conflict! "

No mistakes, no mistakes!

It was meant to "burn" out your light --

This is the natural way to do it.

Once it's made, it's burning!

Burn it! Burn it!

Burn the dreams of the world,

Boiling the blood of the world --

and to save their souls,

Smash their prisons too!

The period when your heart is shining,

It was the day the tears began.

The craftsman made you,

It was originally for burning. "

Having burned,

Why weep bitterly?

oh! I know!

It is the wind that invades your light,

When you burn unsteadily,

Only to cry in a hurry!

Stream! How can you not flow?

Please put your grease paste,

Flowing endlessly into the world,

Cultivate the flowers of comfort,

Fruitful fruit of happiness!

You shed a tear and a gray distraction.

Discouraged and weeping your fruit,

Create light for your causes.

"Don't ask about the harvest, but ask about the cultivation."

love

country

target

heart

I have a spark in my heart

Natural swaying when there is no wind;

My trembling heart

There are five colors on it.

This heart bottom begonia leaf shape

It is a miniature version of the Chinese territory map;

Who can steal Iraq's territory?

Who can steal my heart?

beans

Two-one

Late at night is a pond

This floated on his ripples

Pale white little diamond flowers,

It's the acacia flower,

oh! He is green, bloody,

There is a fruit with sharp horns!

Three two

O cold star!

Such a messy mess!

Oh dear!

Our destiny,

It's all at your disposal here!

Three eight

You wake up from your nap,

The face is printed with red and concave moray lines,

I'm afraid it's chained

Dreaming of a ghost?

I kiss your cheeks,

Kiss your dream.

hue

color

Life is a worthless piece of paper,

Ever since green gave me development,

Red gave me affection,

Huang taught me to be faithful,

Blue taught me to be high,

Pink gives me hope,

Gray gave me sorrow;

And then complete this color picture,

Black is going to add me to death.

From now on

I doted on my life,

Because I love his colors.

too

yang

recite

O sun, the sun that stings my heart!

And forced away the wanderer's bottom out of the dream of returning home,

And add his twelve hours of nine-curved ileum!

O sun, the sun burning like fire!

Dried the dew at the bottom of the grass tip,

Can you dry the bottom of the wanderer cold tears?

O sun, the sun of the six dragons!

Save me from this day-to-day probation,

Just run five years in one day, so why not?

O Sun--Divine Golden--Sun!

Let me ride you around the earth every day,

You can also see your hometown once a day!

Oh the sun, the newly rising sun in the corner!

Didn't you just come from our East?

Is my hometown still safe at the moment?

O sun, the sun from my hometown!

Beijing city bottom official willow wrapped in autumn, right?

alas! I'm haggard just like late autumn!

O sun, the sun that is constantly running!

--You also seem to be homeless.

yes! You and I are just as unimaginable as ever!

O sun, self-improvement sun!

The Big Universe Xu is your hometown.

Maybe indicate the direction of my bottom hometown?

Oh sun, it's not like my mountains, the sun!

The wind and clouds here have another general color,

The tunes sung by the birds here are particularly bleak.

O Sun, the Sun under the Fire of Life!

But who doesn't know that you are the ball east half bottom love,

--At the same time, it is the wisdom light of the western half of the ball?

The sun is also the bottom sun of my hometown!

At this moment, I can't go back to my old hometown,

Even if you are considered your hometown, you will also lose money.

O sun, the sun of mercy!

When I see you in the future, I will go home once;

My hometown is not underground but in heaven!