Who is the author of Sparrow?

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Sparrows are a leaf on a snowy night.

Trees that grow in winter

It is clear to grow in the moonlight.

There is no beauty except cold.

Can thin feathers resist such a thick cold?

Often worried about sparrows, sparrows must not dream at this time.

-it is very tired of foraging.

The quality of its night is sleep.

Sparrows must want to come next spring. It lays eggs.

It will continue the life of those brown feathers.

Sparrows have no warm homes in the trees.

The warmth of sparrows lies not in feathers, but in faith.

I care about sparrows and I want to talk to them.

I think we will know each other.

But the sparrow is so tired that I can't wake it up.

In the warm room, I cried like rain in shame.

(protostar 1994 1 1)

Appendix: Two comments.

Wandering leisurely through the four seasons (excerpt)

Text/Yu Ji

Let's read another poem:

sparrow

Sparrows are a leaf on a snowy night.

Trees that grow in winter

It is clear to grow in the moonlight.

There is no beauty except cold.

(The first two sentences are excellent! Winter leaves are gone, and new leaves are born, picturesque. Making good use of "long" means "moonlight", and it will clear up when the snow stops. It seems more accurate to change "falling snow" to "after snow". )

Can a few inches thick feathers withstand such a thick cold?

I often worry about sparrows. The sparrow must not be dreaming at this time.

-it is very tired of foraging.

The quality of its night is sleep.

A few inches is not accurate. Sparrows are very small, standing motionless on the tree, but their feathers are not displayed. If they are a few inches late, what's the difference with chickens? At this point, the sparrow has fallen asleep. )

Sparrows must want to come next spring. It lays eggs.

It will continue the life of those brown feathers.

Sparrows have no warm homes in the trees.

The warmth of sparrows lies not in feathers, but in faith.

At this time, the sparrow woke up because it was "thinking".

I care about sparrows and I want to talk to them.

I think we will know each other.

But the sparrow is so tired that I can't wake it up.

In the warm room, I cried like rain in shame.

The word "luxury" is redundant and can be deleted. Is the sparrow sleeping or awake? Sleep and wake up. The poet is warm indoors, which is different from the poet being outdoors and in the snow. )

This "Sparrow" is also beautifully written. Sparrows, like grass roots, are common images in our lives, but Huang didn't see sparrows flying around without touching them like we did. He is considerate and affectionate, so when winter comes, he "often worries about sparrows" and wants to "talk to them". He believes that he will become "aware of himself". This feeling, this detail, this feeling. What is particularly commendable is that the language of Huang's poems is beautiful, touching and vivid. For example, the first sentence of the poem "On a snowy night, sparrows are leaves that grow on trees in winter". These two poems are exquisite and beautiful, not inferior to those of any master poet!

There are similar sentences in this collection of poems, such as "I trudged through mud/snow, which turned my mind white again", "Lao Yu dare not speak her mind lightly/my elderly grandmother was her life support", "The village is full of apricot trees/green apricots, rehearsing my sister's marriage" and "the volcano of his poems often erupts/burns white paper", which shows that the author has a profound foundation in poetry creation.

(Yu Ji, a famous poet, former chairman of Qingdao Federation of Literary and Art Circles. This article is abridged)

Faith makes our hearts particularly warm.

-I read Huang's poem Sparrow.

Wen/Wen Li

Romain rolland once said: "The most terrible enemy is that there is no firm belief." Faith plays a very important role in our life and affects everyone's life. It can be said that faith is a shot in the arm, which makes the weak people strong and makes the dying people glow with life again! Huang's poem "Sparrow" gives people such inspiration.

Let's enjoy this poem and see how sparrows get into each of us. Everything has its living habits and environment, and the sparrow is no exception. Everything written by the poet is poetic:

Sparrows are a leaf on a snowy night.

Trees that grow in winter

It is clear to grow in the moonlight.

There is no beauty except cold.

At first, the poet fixed the sparrow on a "winter tree". At this time, it was snowing and it was night. This approximate sketch technique makes the sparrow appear in front of readers in an unobstructed view, while the poet only made a little effort in the choice of words, skillfully using a verb "long", which appeared twice, but a simple word gave birth to countless explosive forces, giving the sparrow endless poetry in the bleak winter. From the "long" in the tree to the "long" in the moonlight, the combination of reality and reality, better use of transferred epithet rhetoric, makes people extrapolate in this seemingly monotonous picture in winter, involuntarily immersed in their own reverie, with endless aftertaste. In this section, rhetoric is like picking a sparrow and comparing it to a "leaf", and this metaphor has its specific context, that is, on a snowy night. Only on such a night can sparrows become "leaves", and only when they become "leaves" can they "grow" on trees, and the verb usage analyzed earlier can be just right. After reading the first section, I can't help but admire the poet's unique words!

With the simple description of sparrows in the first section, it is natural to talk about your feelings in the second section:

Can thin feathers resist such a thick cold?

I often worry about sparrows. The sparrow must not be dreaming at this time.

-it is very tired of foraging.

The quality of its night is sleep.

The second section starts with the inner feelings, and the writer's humanistic feelings about sparrow life focus on describing the poet's heart. The choice of the word "home" makes every reader's heart warm as spring at once, and home is a warm harbor; Home is a ray of sunshine in the spring of March, which makes you bathe and relax; Home is a breeze in hot summer, which makes you happy and comfortable; Home is the twinkling star in the autumn night sky, guiding you selflessly; Home is the fire in the pit of fire in winter, which warms you heartily. No matter how busy people are, no matter how hard they work, as long as the concept of home flashes in their hearts, what pains and troubles will naturally fly away from their minds. But the sparrow in the poem didn't. Seeing this, the warm scene in my mind suddenly disappeared without a trace, and my heart suddenly fell to the bottom, for the sake of sparrows and people like sparrows. A "worry" made the hearts of poets and readers pull up again, as if they were suddenly thrown into the snowy wilderness, leaving the north wind whistling in our ears and doing nothing. This section uses a set of antonyms: thin and thick. The use of these antonyms makes the sparrow's situation more miserable and wins more tears of sympathy.

On the basis of the second quarter, the poet continued to talk about his feelings:

Sparrows must want to come next spring. It lays eggs.

It will continue the life of those brown feathers.

Sparrows have no warm homes in the trees.

The warmth of sparrows lies not in feathers, but in faith.

The word "believe" comes out naturally after the word "possible", which means guessing. It can be said that it is natural. In the long journey of life, faith is our best partner.

It is like a mentor, giving spiritual comfort when suffering; Give enthusiastic help when encountering difficulties; Give them unyielding support when you fail. Faith is the dry food of life, which nourishes our hearts and spirits all the time. Because we have faith, our hearts are full of sunshine; Because we have faith, our spirit is always optimistic. The sparrow's living environment is bad, but it is because of his unchanging "belief" that he has the desire to survive. "Even if it's so hard," the sparrow still stands proudly on the branch, enjoying the survival fun brought by life! "

Foraging and spawning are indispensable in the life course of sparrows. It is with these that sparrows have had one journey after another. The word "hard" can let readers see the difficulty of sparrows foraging in the snow. Only by fighting the weather in a bad environment can the charm of "faith" be more endless, and the brown feathers can be laid smoothly in the next spring, thus "continuing" their lives. These three verbs have internal logic. Here, the charm of sparrows is even more dazzling!

Poetry can mean something like talking, or it can make people "live" in poetry:

I care about sparrows and I want to talk to them.

I think we will know each other.

But the sparrow is so tired that I can't wake it up.

In the warm room, I cried like rain in shame.

In the last section, the poet tried to talk to the sparrow, and narrowed the distance between "I" and "sparrow" by psychological description, pointing out that the frustrated "I" and it must be self-aware, so that "things and I are one" and can't tell which is "I" and which is "sparrow". In this realm, even readers are immersed in it. Then, use "fatigue" to write the mental state of sparrows in the harsh living environment, and use "shame" to write "my" mood in a warm and comfortable room. The contrast between the two words makes the sparrow better reflect the charm of human nature under the contrast of "I"!

The whole poem has only five bars, each with four sentences. The language is concise, and the restrained language is full of unspeakable poetry and painting. Poetry takes the sparrow as the trigger point of emotion, and "belief" runs through the whole poem, which makes people feel lyrical for the sparrow's "belief" after reading it. In our life, we may encounter setbacks of one kind or another at any time, but I believe that as long as we keep our faith, we will be full of strength; As long as we keep our faith, we can move from failure to success step by step. Friends, let's set out against the rising sun under the glory of faith!

(Wen Li, whose real name is Li Wenjiao, is from Puyang, Henan. Middle school first-class teacher, young poet, poetry critic. He is a member of many poetry forums, such as "New Age Poetry Forum". )