At 3:36 a.m. on March 28, the famous poet Li Ying died at the age of 93.
Li Ying was born in December 1926 in Fengrun County, Hebei Province. He began to write poetry at the age of 16, was admitted to the department of Chinese of Peking University in 1945, joined the Communist Party of China during his studies, joined the army as a journalist after graduation in 1949, and later served as the chief editor and president of the Literary and Art Publishing House, the director of the Cultural Department of the General Political Department of the People's Liberation Army, and was awarded the Medal of Merit for Victory by the Central Military Commission.
Throughout his life, he wrote nearly a hundred kinds of poetry collections and poetry collections. Li Ying is considered a representative of contemporary lyric poets, and his long poem "Lamentations of January" has been recited to this day. What is even more valuable is that Li Ying's poetry creation is constantly innovating with the changes of the times, which also makes his poetry relatively vigorous and long-lasting.
Li Ying's life trajectory resonates with China's development, and he once said that his fate has always been in turbulent years.
Li Ying had been in middle school in the occupied areas in her early years, because she had hatred for Japanese rule, and there were many confusions in her heart that could not be answered, so she went to the library to read books and seek answers in books, which also opened a fate with literature and poetry.
After that, he went to Peking University to study. During the four years of college, Li Ying studied and worked while creating. During his college years, he also joined the underground party.
After graduation, with the fighting spirit of "carrying the revolution through to the end", Li Ying went to the army again. In 1949, together with more than twenty university students, he followed the Fourth Field Army unit south to do military reporting and was appointed captain. In the 1950s, he was sent to work and interview on the Korean battlefield three times, until 1953, when he returned from the Korean battlefield truce.
Li Ying once recalled: "Many of the combat lives of that year were deposited in my life and brought rich nutrition to my creations. ”
"The motorcade is like a river, slowly, flowing in the wind of deep winter..." The affectionate "Lamentations of January" is one of the poet Li Ying's most well-known works. Li Ying said that the poem was written by him in three full nights with tears in his eyes, "I express my heartfelt love for Premier Zhou, and I believe that this also expresses the feelings of the people of the whole country; but I am afraid that my pen will not show enough for his noble character and the immortal achievements he has created." ”
After the poem was first published in Guangming Daily, Li Ying received more than 700 letters from readers, including even letters from Zhou Enlai's lover Deng Yingchao. Subsequently, the poem was included in several anthologies and published in French translations.
Li Ying once said of her poetry creation: "I am not smart, but I am very diligent. Maybe it's not well written, but every capital is written by me diligently, and every word is nurtured by true feelings. Nor is it easy to publish. Some poems are written and put aside, repeatedly revised, and if they are not corrected, they will be invalidated. I ask that my poems have the flavor of the times, have ideological content, and have aesthetic pursuits, and it is best to make readers move and excited, but not like mass-produced plastic toys. ”
【Appreciation of Li Ying's Poetry】
What we feed poetry with
Hit the nail with iron forged in blood
Use the phosphorus in the bone to point the fuel cup
Use nails and oil cups
Build poetry
Of course, there must also be a handful of buckwheat rice porridge to feed
It is also necessary to stir the bitterness of the tears and the salinity of sweat
If necessary, you have to run back to the lost years
Get your voice back
Of course, it is even more necessary to keep its eyes open
Looking to the future
Otherwise, they can only be scrap iron and stone
If only we could make our poems
A drop of honey, a beam of light, or a ball of fire
Not to build a new life with it and
A city of dignity
Ginkgo biloba
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Plant a ginkgo tree on his ashes
He collapsed reluctantly
He chose to stand forever, on the grave
Plant a dreamy ginkgo tree for him
This is his long body
It was his hands and chest
It was his lips and eyes
The branches are sparse and poor like him
Leafy and as enthusiastic as he was
It's too much rain in the genes, too much wind
Beside him were two intimate neighbors
Silver Moon in the west
The sun of gold is in the east
He likes to sing, and Kasumi is for him
Pull up the strings and invite them again
Partridge singing mountain songs Bees singing sweet songs
He will continue to do the unfinished business
It spoke to him about memory and history
The years are rising and whistling overhead
Rain and dew pour on it, and light wind blows on it
Yingying's eyes overflowed with affection
Ginkgo biloba, standing majestically was his life
Keys
Only simple black and white
There is only silence
Eighty-eight solemn keys
Illuminated by a table lamp
Snuggle up harmoniously
Stand quietly in the depths of time
Regardless of natural scale or umlaut
All sincerely and frankly
Make the moment eternal
For life
For the world
For beauty
We
No more than they know
I should be glad that there are still them in the world
Integrated self-network
Editor: Zhang Zhenxi