Jia Pingwa's daughter wrote a poem and entered the evaluation association, and the entire network accused her of lack of literary accomplishments

Recently, the news that the writer Jia Pingwa's daughter of Jia Pingwa intends to enter the Chinese Writers Association has caused controversy.

As the "second generation of literature", it is not disgusted in itself, and the literary family will not be excluded. Why is she criticized? The reason was because she made a few poems that could not be appreciated.

Some media comments: Literature should not be hereditary. For a long time, the creation of literature is free. It can be Yangchun Baixue or Xiabiba. There is no uniform standard for "good". But if such creations are only personal entertainment, it is another matter. If you want to publish it publicly, and use this as a stepping stepping tile for "walking the society" and "the calendar", you should consider public emotions.

Indeed, we are accustomed to the literary style of "you, hear the birds everywhere", and we can't appreciate the "you, peeing a line, I, and a pit".

Is it good or bad? Some people like Yangchun Baixue, and some people like Liba people. It is undeniable that you need to be cultivated from childhood.

Reading Cao Cao's poems from an early age will be more ambitious than others and eager to build merit. To read Tao Yuanming's poems, he is more willing to fight with the world, and live a life of "picking up the chrysanthemums and seeing Nanshan leisurely".

Although we started to learn Li Bai's "Jing Ye Si" and Meng Haoran's "Spring Xiao" in the first grade of elementary school, few people really understood the meaning of the poem and the poet's own mood, and naturally could not understand the artistic conception in the poem, and it was difficult to say that the child " Know how to appreciate. "

How to cultivate the appreciation and tasting ability of poetry from an early age? In "The Biography of the Little Poet of Children", in order to solve this problem, the autobiography was selected from the perspective of narrative. It's like letting the poet sit opposite you, he tells you his story, his poems, and his heart. We like the sense of direct and closeness of this first -person telling.

01

Du Mu -Ai Huaigu's romantic teenagers

I am Du Mu, the word Mu Zhi. Fan Chuan is a flat ground between Shaolingyuan, Chang'an City, and Shenheyuan. My family has a villa there, so I am the name of Fan Chuanjushi.

Even if someone does not know me, I should know the poem of "Rain in the Qingming Festival" ("Qingming")? This is the poem that I was involved in the courage of Niu Li Party and was degraded by Chizhou. What I wrote was the rushing situation of worshiping ancestors during the Qingming season. As for this poem, it was unexpected that I was expected to bring fire.

When I was a teenager, I was proud of the spring breeze. As the prime minister of the Three Dynasties, Du You's most loved grandson, I have been highly hoped since I was a child. I also feel that I am the son of heaven. At the age of 23, I wrote the "Afang Palace Fu" of the famous Kyoto Master. Is the jinshit in the exam, isn't it very good?

Because the location of the Jinshi exam was in Luoyang, Dongdu, I set off from home and went south to accompany Shanyue Baiyun. I visited the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, and created "Shanxing" on the way.

Hill

Far away from the cold mountains and the diameter, there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Sitting on the love maple forest late, frosty leaves are flowers in February.

My first job was in Hongzhou (now Nanchang City, Jiangxi Province), and observed the shogunate in Jiangxi's observation. My boss and I were very temperamental. There was a shogunate dinner, everyone asked me to make a poem.

Jiangnanchun

Qianli Ying cried green and red, Shuicun Shan Guojiu flag. In the south dynasty, how many buildings were in the rain.

Later, I went to Xuanzhou (now Xuancheng, Anhui Province) due to work.

This Cui Yi is really my good buddy. I broke my heart for my business and actually hosted a "beauty contest" for me. Of course, it was not me to participate in the beauty pageant, I went to be a judge. On the cruise, I looked at Ruyun's beauty, which was full of eyes, but unfortunately none of them made me feel excited. Just when we were about to return to the house, I was attracted by a beautiful girl. She stood still by the lake, her slender fingers fiddled with long black hair, raising her hands and graceful.

Oops! It feels like heart! I stared at her intently, and I didn't even hear Cui Yi talking to me. When Cui Yi saw me like this, she got out of the boat and walked over, chatted with the girl's mother, and saw the opportunity to introduce me to them. The girl hid behind my mother as soon as I saw me, and I took a deep gift to them, and then talked about it. During the laughter, the mother and daughter had a good opinion of me, but at that time, the girl was just 13 years old, and I did not build any achievements, so we agreed that she waited for me for ten years and married her. Essence

Fate is to make people, and I have not been in the history of Huzhou for a few years. When I met again, the girl was the wife of others and the mother of two children. Cangtian! You just took away the true love I love at first sight! This incident made me unprepared for a long time, so I wrote the poem "Flower".

Sigh

Since Xunchun went to school late, there is no need to resent. The wind was dark red, and the green leaves became full of collar branches.

Three years of Yangzhou life, ten years of shogunate career, my passion for talent owed a lot of romantic debt. "In ten years, I feel Yangzhou Dream, winning the name of the Qinglou Bo Xing" ("Send Huai") can be regarded as a summary of my first half of my life, but I am sincere, respect and understand those women. Willing to leave me in my dream.

After leaving Yangzhou, which made me dream, my mind finally converged. It's like having a big dream. When I wake up, I am still me, except for the talent, nothing. In the last few years of my life, I was in Chang'an. I rebuilt the long -awaited Fanchuan villa. There is no story about my death, but I have a disease. In the illness, I burned most of the poems and then said goodbye to the world.

In my life, it was half a windy moon and half a desolate. Either the name of the beautiful name, the infamous, I don't care, I just care about my whole life, and Enron is the best ending. When I was born, I was like Li Shangyin, and I was wrapped in the situation for most of my life. Fortunately, I could see it and enjoy it in time.

02

Nalan sex — the heart has the ambition of the heart, but he is cold

I am Nalan Chengde. The name of Nalan is a taboo to avoid the prince. One year later, the prince changed his name, and I changed the name back. I did not expect that the temporary name was opened by you.

Some people say that I am the first talent in the Qing Dynasty. I dare not be a person. I am just obsessed with Chinese learning and likes to write words. Although I am the eldest son of Shinalan Pearl of Wuying Hall, and I am a veritable "second -generation official", but the degree of hard work of studying martial arts is difficult for ordinary people to reach. In addition, I might have a little talent. At the age of seventeen, I entered the country's supervisor and was appreciated by the principal and introduced me to the teacher Xu Qianxue. Later, I also compiled a Confucian compilation with the teacher, "Tongzhitang Scriptures".

At the age of twenty -two, I was in the exam.

I thought I could be an official who benefited the people, but I did not expect that this life was just from third -class guard to the first -class guard, and became a idle officer. Although the former guards were cool to hear, there was no real power, which was too far from my aspirations.

I have always felt that the man of the man should be in the appearance and do a career for the country and the people. I never thought that I was just a senior bodyguard.

The accompaniment is like a tiger. I walk in the Forbidden City every day, and when I work at night, I cautiously everywhere. I still have to go on a business trip. This huge Forbidden City is really like a cage, and I have exhausted my young aspirations.

The collection of my words was also renamed "Drinking Words" from the original "Side Hat Collection". The origin of the name "side" is related to Dugu Xinxin Beauty Men. Hehe, who knows that the years are like a knife, who has been suffering from the career and feelings, and exhausted in physical and mental, and have lost that energy for a long time.

Veterans

A journey of the mountain, a journey of water, walking on the bank of Yuguan, thousands of night lamps at night.

When the wind is more, the snow is even more, and the heart of the hometown is not dreaming, so there is no such sound of the garden.

"Small Blanc" was in February of the 21st year of Kangxi (AD 1682). After the Sanyan forces of Wu Sangui, Wang Wu Sangui, Pingxi, Pingxi, Pingxi, Pingnan, Guangdong, and Geng Jingzhong, Fujian, I followed the Emperor East. It was done on the way to Zu Ling.

Huanxi Sha · He is on the bank of Yunshan

Being on the banks of Yunshan, the north wind blown the horse'ssing sound, and it is love in the late autumn!

A touch of late smoke, half -diagonally oblique sun. What time is the ancient and modern hate!

You may ask, how can you only learn martial arts with my talents, and how can you only seek all your life and be a guard? Besides, after all, the first -class guard is also the official position of the three grades. Why are I always so embarrassed? This will talk to you about my life, that is, the "hate" in this 阕.

My great -grandfather is Jindai, the Haixi Girl's Zhenye, and my cousin Kangxi Emperor, and his ancestor is Jianzhou Girl. Haixi Women was destroyed by Jianzhou Girls. In the final battle, my great -grandfather died of self -immolation. So our ancestors have no hatred of wearing the sky.

Besides my mother, she is Azig's daughter. Who is Aziger? He is the son of the Qing Dynasty Nurhachi, and the well -known regent, Doru, is a brother. Although my mother was the aunt of the emperor, her Ama was the sinner of the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, when I saw these long and barren ancient battlefields, thinking of the situation of me and my family, I couldn't help but make a "hate".

Huanxi Sha · Who reads the West wind alone

Whoever reads the West wind is alone, Xiao Xiao Huang Ye closed the window. Contemplation of the past to make the sun.

Sleeping in the spring, the gambling book disappeared. It was unusual at the time.

My career is not good. I have the ability to use the world, but I can only follow the emperor's mediocrity, and I have too much unwillingness in my heart. Fortunately, my lover understands me.

Her name is Lu Rui (Lu's name is not recorded in Zhengshi. There are two sayings in later generations: one is Lu Yu Chan, one is Lu Rui). She is the daughter of Lu Xingzu, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi. I was twenty that year, she was eighteen, and we became husband and wife in the season of pear blossoms. We are both lover and confidantes. We are very loving. Friends are envious of our fairy couples. But three years later, she died of dystocia.

Because of business, I didn't even see her last side. This is my biggest regret in my life. Every year, she wrote words and nostalgia. It seems that only in this way can I slightly ease the pain of my thoughts. The prosperity of this world has never been related to me. For the rest, I just want to write words quietly.

In the last few years of my life, my friend became my greatest emotional sustenance, especially Gu Liangfen -a person worthy of my entrustment of life and death.

He is the teacher I asked for me for me, eighteen years older than me, but we did not have a gap between us, but was very fate. He is as talented as me. He wrote a good word, author of a collection of words called "Finger". He was so good. We were so deed, but some people thought he was attached to me. The reason why this prejudice is formed is because he is a man of his career. But I know that Liang Fen is a gentleman who is in love. He asked me for help in order to rescue his friend Wu Hanzheng (CHá, that is, Wu Zhaoyi). I didn't know Wu Hanzheng, but moved to their friendship, and decided to help him rescue him.

That day, I saw that there were two words in Liang Fen's book case, which seemed to be ready to send it to Han Yan. There are a few words in the words: "Ji Zi is safe? Returning back, everything in his life, that can look back! Who comforts the way, his mother's poor son and young ..." Teacher and friends ... Ask your life to be here? Do you hate it, and cut it for the king ... Poetry must have a less work from today, keep your heart ... "Reading the words of this crying blood, I cried.

One day in the twenty -fourth year of Kangxi (1685 AD), I convened a literati collection in Laoshui Pavilion. Maybe the wind was too cold that day, and I fell ill the next day. Although the emperor sent someone to send a good royal medicine, although the best doctors in Beijing came to diagnose and treat me, I still failed to escape this robbery.

In fact, I am not sad, because I do n’t belong to this thin red dust, because I want to reunite with my beloved wife. So, on the day of her eighth anniversary, I also bid farewell to the world.

In my life, my life was involuntary, and my heart had a great mind, but I was cold and ill; the nature was really indifferent, and naturally, but I had to be trapped in the wall of the palace. Slightly prepared, but there is no chance to exhibit; seeing the true love is the treasure of the world, but only the love of three years of heavenly gift; it is easy to meet the close friends who intersect with the heart, but it is not much time ...

I heard that in the second year of my death, Liang Fen also left Beijing and returned to his hometown. He said he no longer wrote words, because I was gone. In ancient times, there was a confidant to pay off the confidant. Today, Liang Fen dropped the pen and thanked the Zhiyin ...

Speaking of which, these famous poets and poets, they came with ambition, most of them died before they were not paid. When they are pursuing their ideals, how hot they are, how unwilling they are when they play with people.

The simplest text has the deepest pain. When reading "The Biography of the Little Poet of Children", someone choked several times, for Li Bai's unique pen, the end of the death of Du Fu, the nostalgia and reluctance of Li He, and the helplessness of Xin Qiji ...

I hope that through the lively life story in this book, let the children see the poets and their lives. You can also learn from the appreciation and tasting of poetry from middle school.

Even if they are separated from us for thousands of years, those lives that turn into verses are worth seeing.

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