From 65438 to 0926, Bing Xin returned to China after obtaining a master's degree in literature and taught in yenching university and Tsinghua University successively. Since then, he has written prose "Returning to the South", novel "Pink" and "Dong Er Girl", showing more profound social connotations. During the Anti-Japanese War, he was engaged in creative and cultural salvation activities in Kunming and Chongqing. 1946 went to Japan and was a professor at Tokyo University. 195 1 returned to China, and served as the editorial board of People's Literature, director of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles. His works include Prose after My Return, For Young Readers, We Woke up in Spring, Ode to Cherry Blossoms, Gleaning, Collected Works of Yat Sen, For Young Readers, etc. Show a colorful life. She still maintains her own unique style in art, and her short story Empty Nest won the 1980 Excellent Short Story Award. In the same year, Xiao Ju Deng, a children's literature work, won the honorary prize of the National Children's Literature Creation Award. In addition to the above works, Bing Xin has also published novels such as Superman, Going to the Countryside, Dong Er Girl, and novels and essays such as Past, Returning to the South, Essays for Women, Complete Works of Bing Xin, Collected Works of Bing Xin and Selected Translation of Bing Xin. Her works have been translated into many foreign languages and published.
Stars (Poems) 1923, Business.
Quanshui (poetry anthology) 1923, Xinchao Society.
Superman (collection of novels and essays) 1923, business
To a young reader (prose collection) 1926, Beixin.
Past events (novel prose) 193O, enlightenment.
Nangui (Prose Collection) 193 1, Beixin
Auntie (collection of novels) 1932, Beixin
Bing Xin's novels, one of the complete works of Bing Xin, 1933, Beixin.
The Complete Works of Bing Xin-Bing Xin Poetry 1932, Beixin.
Bing Xin's third complete works-Bing Xin's prose collection 1932, Beixin.
Leisure (Poetry and Prose Collection) 1922, Beixin
Go to China (novel collection) 1933, Beixin.
Travel along Pingsui (essays) 1935, Pingsui Railway Bureau.
Dong Er Girls (Collection of Novels) 1935, Beixin.
One of Bing Xin's works-Bing Xin's novel 1943, Wu.
The second collection of Bing Xin's works-Bing Xin's essays, 1943, Wu.
The third collection of Bing Xin's works-Bing Xin's poems, 1943, Wu.
About women (essays) 1943, heaven and earth
Selected Works of Bing Xin's Novels and Proses 1954, Humanities
Tao Qi's Summer Diary (Novel) 1956, Shanghai Children.
Miscellaneous notes on returning home (essays) 1957, Shanghai children.
After returning (essays) 1958, writer.
We Awaken Spring (Prose Collection) 1960, Hundred Flowers
"Little Orange Lantern" (anthology of novels and prose poems) 1960, writer.
Ode to Cherry Blossoms (Prose Collection) 1962, Hundred Flowers
Notes (Prose Collection) 1964. author
Yat sen villa (essays and novels) 1980, Hundred Flowers
Three small readers (essays) 198 1, children.
Notes on Beads (Creation) 1982, Humanities
Bing Xin Wheel Creation 1982. Shanghai literature and art
Selected Works of Bing Xin 1982, Children.
Selected Works of Bing Xin 1983, Humanities
Selected Works of Bing Xin (1-2) 1983, Sichuanese (incomplete)
Collection of Bing Xin's Works (1-3) 1983 Shanghai Literature and Art (incomplete)
The Complete Works of Bing Xin (1-8) 1994, Literature and Art in the Straits.
Prophet (Selected Prose Poems) by Syrian Carol Ji Bolun, 193 1, Crescent Moon.
Indian fairy tale author Ram Annard, India, 1955, Zhongqing.
Indian Tagore's Good Luck and Good Wings (poetry anthology), 1955, Humanities
Indian folktales, Indian Ram Annard, 1955, Shanghai Children.
Co-translation of Tagore's Selected Poems and Shi Zhecun, 1958, Humanities
Tagore's Drama ④ 1959, Drama
A copy of Ma Hengda's poems (in Nepali) translated by Sun Yong, 1965.
"The Lamp Burner" (poetry anthology) Anton Buttigieg, 198 1, humanities.
brief introduction
Rabindranath Tagore (186 1 May 7th-194 1 August 7th) is an Indian poet, philosopher and Indian nationalist. 19 13 won the Nobel Prize in Literature, and was the first person to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Tagore was born in Calcutta, India, a well-educated and wealthy family. His father is a local Hindu leader. In foreign countries, Tagore is generally regarded as a poet, but rarely regarded as a philosopher, but in India, the two are often the same. His poems contain profound religious and philosophical views. For Tagore, his poems are his gifts to God, and he himself is the pursuer of God. His poems enjoy an epic status in India. He himself is regarded as a saint by many Hindus.
In addition to poetry, Tagore wrote novels, essays, travel notes, plays and more than 2,000 songs. His poems are mainly written in Bengali, where his poems are very popular.
His prose mainly focuses on society, politics and education, while his poems mainly describe nature and life besides religious content. In Tagore's poems, life itself and its diversity are the reasons for joy. At the same time, his love (including patriotism) is also one of the contents of his poems.
Tagore's poems are used in the national anthems of India and Bangladesh. Owen and Ye Zhi were deeply moved by his poems. With Ye Zhi's encouragement, Tagore personally translated his Collection of Tanks and Chestnuts (meaning "Poetry") into English, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 19 13. But then he broke away from the movement. In order to protest against the 19 19 Zalenwala Garden tragedy, he refused the knighthood conferred by the British king, and he was the first person to refuse the honor conferred by the British king.
His main works include the poem Gitanjali, the novel Two Mu of Land, and Shipwreck. 19 13 The work "Jitan Cangli-Hungry Stone" won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Reasons for winning the prize: "Because his poems are incisive, fresh and beautiful; This poem comes from superb skills, and because he expresses himself in English, his poetic thoughts have become a part of western literature. "
He opposed the education system established by Britain in India, and opposed this "artificial", completely obedient, dead-endorsed and out of touch with natural schools. Therefore, he established a school designed according to his vision in his hometown, which is the predecessor of Vishwa-bharathi University.
In his poems, Tagore also expressed his despair and sorrow for the war, but his hope for peace had no political factors. He hopes that all people can live in a perfect and peaceful world.
Tagore traveled many times, which made him understand many different cultures and the differences between them. His description of eastern and western cultures is by far the most delicate of its kind.
brief introduction
Rabindranath Tagore (186 1 May 7th-194 1 August 7th) is an Indian poet, philosopher and Indian nationalist. 19 13 won the Nobel Prize in Literature, and was the first person to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Tagore was born in Calcutta, India, a well-educated and wealthy family. His father is a local Hindu leader. In foreign countries, Tagore is generally regarded as a poet, but rarely regarded as a philosopher, but in India, the two are often the same. His poems contain profound religious and philosophical views. For Tagore, his poems are his gifts to God, and he himself is the pursuer of God. His poems enjoy an epic status in India. He himself is regarded as a saint by many Hindus.
In addition to poetry, Tagore wrote novels, essays, travel notes, plays and more than 2,000 songs. His poems are mainly written in Bengali, where his poems are very popular.
His prose mainly focuses on society, politics and education, while his poems mainly describe nature and life besides religious content. In Tagore's poems, life itself and its diversity are the reasons for joy. At the same time, his love (including patriotism) is also one of the contents of his poems.
Tagore's poems are used in the national anthems of India and Bangladesh. Owen and Ye Zhi were deeply moved by his poems. With Ye Zhi's encouragement, Tagore personally translated his Collection of Tanks and Chestnuts (meaning "Poetry") into English, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 19 13. But then he broke away from the movement. In order to protest against the 19 19 Zalenwala Garden tragedy, he refused the knighthood conferred by the British king, and he was the first person to refuse the honor conferred by the British king.
His main works include the poem Gitanjali, the novel Two Mu of Land, and Shipwreck. 19 13 The work "Jitan Cangli-Hungry Stone" won the Nobel Prize in Literature. Reasons for winning the prize: "Because his poems are incisive, fresh and beautiful; This poem comes from superb skills, and because he expresses himself in English, his poetic thoughts have become a part of western literature. "
He opposed the education system established by Britain in India, and opposed this "artificial", completely obedient, dead-endorsed and out of touch with natural schools. Therefore, he established a school designed according to his vision in his hometown, which is the predecessor of Vishwa-bharathi University.
In his poems, Tagore also expressed his despair and sorrow for the war, but his hope for peace had no political factors. He hopes that all people can live in a perfect and peaceful world.
Tagore traveled many times, which made him understand many different cultures and the differences between them. His description of eastern and western cultures is by far the most delicate of its kind.
Tagore's poem Jitangali
Bing Xin translated by Tagore
1
You make me immortal, which is your happiness. This fragile cup, you keep emptying it, constantly
The earth is full of new life.
This little reed flute, you carry it over mountains and valleys, and blow out the music of eternal faith from the flute tube.
Under the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart melts into boundless happiness, emitting unspeakable things.
Tone of words
Your infinite gift is only poured into my little hand. Time has passed, you are still pouring, and I still have it in my hand.
Need to fill in the gaps.
2
When you ordered me to sing, my heart seemed to explode with pride. I looked up at your face and tears welled up in my eyes.
In my eyes.
All the astringency and contradictions in my life have melted into a sweet and soft homonym-
My praise is like a happy bird flapping its wings across the ocean.
I know you like my singing. I know that only because I am a singer can I walk in front of you.
I touched your feet with the far-reaching wings of my singing, which I never dreamed I would touch.
Drunk in the singing, I forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you a friend.
three
I don't know how you sing, my master! I always listen in surprise.
The brilliance of your music illuminates the world. The smell of your music fills the sky.
The holy fountain of your music rushes forward through all the blocked rocks.
My heart longs to sing with you, but it can't make a sound. I want to talk, but words can't become songs. My name is.
Not coming out. Oh, my master, you have turned my heart into a captive in your music net!
four
My whole life, I want to keep my body pure forever, because I know your life is touching and touching.
My limbs.
I will remove the hypocrisy in my heart forever, because I know that you are the truth that ignites the fire of reason in my heart.
Reason.
I will drive away all the ugliness in my heart and let my love blossom, because I know you are in my heart.
Lost my seat.
I will try my best to show you with my actions, because I know that this is your strength and gives me the strength to act.
five
Please allow me to relax for a while and come and sit next to you. I'll finish my work later.
Without you, my heart doesn't know what comfort and rest are, and my work has become an endless ocean of labor.
Endless labor in middle school.
Today, the hot summer came to my window and whispered: bees are playing and singing in the courtyard of the flower tree.
This is the time to sit still, opposite you, and sing the song of life in this quiet and boundless leisure.
six
Pick this flower and take it away, don't delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
It may not be worthy of your corolla, but please take it off and do it a favor with the pain of your hand. I'm afraid before I
Before you are alert, the sun has passed and the time for sacrifice has passed.
Although it is not dark in color and has a faint fragrance, please use this flower to worship and pick it while there is still time. seven
My song took off her makeup. She lost the luxury of her clothes. Ornaments will be our bond: they
Will stand between us, and their tinkling voices will drown out your whispers.
My poet's vanity died of shame in front of you. Oh, poet, I fall at your feet. Only let
My life is simple and upright, like a reed flute, allowing you to play music.
eight
The child who put on the prince's robe and hung a jewelry necklace lost all his happiness in the game; His clothes
The clothes caught his step.
He dare not walk into this world, even dare not move, for fear that his clothes are torn and dirty.
Mother, this is no good, for example, your gorgeous constraints separate people from the healthy dust of the earth and bring people in.
The right to enter the big assembly of daily life was deprived.
nine
Oh, fool, want to carry yourself on your shoulders! Oh, beggar, come and beg at your own door!
Unload your burden in those hands that can bear everything, and never look back with regret.
The smell of your desire will immediately blow out the lamp it touches. It is unclean, so don't be unclean.
Accept the gift in your hand. Accept only what divine love gives.
10
This is your footstool. You rest in peace among the poorest and most lost people.
I want to bow to you, my salute can't reach the depths of your resting place-the poorest and most lost people.
Medium.
You are wearing rags and walking among the poorest and most lost people. Pride will never come near this place.
You keep company with the poorest and most lost people without friends, and my heart will never find that place.
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Forget praise and counting beads! Who do you worship in the dark and lonely corner of the temple with closed doors and windows? Open your eyes.
You see, God is not in front of you!
He looked at the farmers hoeing dry land and the road builders knocking at stones. In the sunshine and rain, he and them
Together, the robe is covered with dust. Take off your holy robe and even go down to the ground like him!
Transcendent? Where can I find detachment? Our Lord happily accepted the chain of creation: him and us.
Everyone is always connected.
Come out of meditation and throw away the fragrant flowers! What's the harm of dirty clothes? To see him, in labor.
Exercise and sweat with him.
12
I travel for a long time, and so does my journey.
At dawn, I set off in my car and traveled all over the world, leaving scars on many planets.
The nearest place, the farthest road and the simplest tone require the hardest practice.
Passengers have to knock on every stranger's door before they can knock on their own. People had to wander around, and finally,
You can go to the deepest inner hall.
My eyes looked around the clearing, and finally I closed my eyes and said, "There you are!" " "
This question, and called "Oh, where is it?" Melted in a thousand tears, you promised to answer "I am."
Here! "Riptide, flooded the world together.
13
The song I want to sing has not been sung until today.
I always adjust the strings on my instrument every day.
Time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled: there is only the pain of desire in my heart.
Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh.
I didn't see his face or hear his voice: I only heard his footsteps coming from my house.
Walking on the road.
Spent the whole day paving a seat for him on the ground; But the light is not on yet, so I can't invite him in.
I live in the hope of meeting him, but the day of meeting hasn't come yet.
14
I have many desires, and I cry pitifully, but you will always save me with a firm refusal, strong and kind.
Sadness has been tightly entangled in my life.
You make me more worthy of accepting your automatic simple and great gift every day-this sky and light, this body and
Life and mind-save me from the danger of extreme desire.
Sometimes I slack off, sometimes I hurry to find my way;
But you have the heart to hide.
You have always rejected me, saved me from the danger of weakness and wavering desire, and made me more worthy of you every day.
Accept it completely.
15
I will go to song for you. In your hall, I sat in the corner.
I have nothing to do in your world; My useless life can only produce aimless songs.
In your dark temple, when the bell of silent prayer strikes midnight, command me, my master, to stand before you.
I sang it before.
When the golden harp is tuned in the morning light, please give it to me and order me to come to you.
16
I received the invitation of this world festival, and my life was blessed. My eyes saw the beautiful scenery, mine.
I also heard intoxicating music in my ears.
In this banquet, my task is to play music, and I tried my best to play it.
Now, I ask, has this moment finally arrived? I can go in and admire your face and pay my silent tribute.
A gift?
17
I'm just waiting for love to finally give me to him. That's why I'm late. I'm responsible for the delay.
They will bind me tightly with laws and regulations; But I always avoid them because I only wait for love.
Finally give me to him.
People blame me and say that I ignore people; I also know that their accusations are justified.
The market has passed and the work of busy people has been completed. Those who told me not to get angry and go back. I am just waiting for love.
Finally put me in his hands.
18
Clouds piled up and darkness deepened. Oh, love, why did you leave me waiting outside the door alone?
At the busiest time of work at noon, I am with everyone, but in this dark and lonely day, I only look forward to you.
If you don't allow me to meet you, if you abandon me completely, I really don't know how to spend this long rainy day.
I have been staring at the cloudy sky in the distance, and my heart sighs with the restless wind.
19
If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence.
I will wait silently, like a sleepless night under the stars, and bow my head patiently.
The morning light will surely come, the darkness will disappear, and your voice will cut through the sky to place bets from Jin Quan.
At that time, your words will grow wings in every nest of mine, and your music will bloom in the flowers of my forest.
flourish
20
The day when the lotus bloomed, alas, drifted in my mind unconsciously. My basket is empty, and I don't care about those flowers.
Ignore.
Every now and then, a sadness attacks me. I woke up from my dream and felt a strange smell in the south wind.
This kind of confused warmth makes my heart ache because of longing, and I feel as if I am longing for the perfect breath in summer.
I didn't know it was so close to me. It was mine. This perfect warmth is still in my mind.
Open in the depths.
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I have to get off my boat. Time is wasted on the shore-I can't stand it!
When the flowers bloom in spring, we say goodbye. Now it is everywhere, but I wait and stay.
The tide is getting bigger and bigger, and yellow leaves are falling on the shady beach on the river bank.
How empty your gaze is! Don't you think there is a surprise floating in the sky with the distant singing?
Coming?
22
In the heavy shade of rainy July, you walk quietly, as quiet as night, avoiding all the watchers.
I closed my eyes this morning, ignoring the howling east wind, and a thick veil covered my eternal sobriety.
Blue sky.
The Woods stopped singing and everyone closed the door. You are a lonely pedestrian in this cold street. Ah, my only friend,
My dearest person, my door is open-don't walk like a dream.
23
My friend, on this stormy night, are you still out on a sex trip?
The sky wails like a disappointed person.
I didn't sleep tonight. I keep opening the door and looking at the darkness, my friend!
I can't see anything. I don't know which way you are going!
It comes from the dark river bank, from the distant sad forest edge, through the dark winding path, you grope.
Come to me, my friend?
24
If the day has passed, the birds stop singing, and the wind is tired, then cover me with thick black curtains.
Come on, as if you wrapped the earth in a sleeping quilt at dusk and gently closed the petals of a water lily.
Before the passenger's trip, the food bag was empty, the clothes were tattered, bloodstained and exhausted. You have removed his shyness.
Embarrassment revived his life like a flower in a kind night.
25
In this sleepy night, let me surrender to sleep, believe you.
Let me not force my flagging spirit to prepare a perfunctory worship for you.
It is you who painted the night, covered the tired eyes during the day, and renewed them in the fresh joy of awakening.
26
He came and sat next to me, but I didn't wake up. What a hateful sleep, alas, unfortunate me!
He came in the quiet night; Holding a piano in my hand, my dream soul and his music sounded.
Alas, why is it so wasteful every night? Oh, his breathing touched my sleep. Why can't I watch it?
See him?
27
Lights, where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire!
The lamp is here, but there is no flame-is this your destiny, my heart!
You might as well die!
Sorrow knocks at your door, and she sends word that your Lord is awake. He asked you to date in the dark.
Clouds covered the sky and it kept raining. I don't know what's bothering me-I don't understand.
Meaning.
A flash of lightning left a deeper darkness in my sight, and my heart groped for music that night.
The road I call.
Lights, where are the lights? Light it with a burning torch of desire! Thunder rumbled and the wind roared.
Sky. The night is as black as a black rock. Don't let time pass in the dark. Light the lamp of love with your life.
28
The net is tough, but it hurts when you want to tear it.
I just want to be free, but I am ashamed to hope for freedom.
I know priceless treasures are around you, and you are my best friend, but I can't bear to clear my house.
Vulgar.
I am covered with dust and death; I hate it, but I love it.
I am in debt, my failure is huge, and my shame is hidden and profound; But when I came to pray for my blessing, I
Tremble again, lest my prayers be answered.
29
The man I imprisoned in my name was crying in prison. I build walls every day. When this
When the road wall towering into the sky, I was blocked by the shadow of the high wall and disappeared.
I am proud of this high wall, and I cover it tightly with sand, for fear that there is still a gap in the name and it will waste time.
After painstaking efforts, I can't see my true self.
30
I went to the tryst alone. Who follows me in the dark silence?
I walked away from him, but I couldn't escape.
He strutted and made the ground dusty; Everything I said was mixed with his crying.
He is my self, my Lord, and he is shameless; But I'm embarrassed to go to your house with him.