what mesage does the poem "On the Threshing Floor, I Chase Chickens Away" and "Battle" by Chu'ü Yüan convey?
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Answer:
" On the Threshing Floor, I Chase Chickens Away" is written by Yu Xiuhua.
Explanation:
- The poet says that time doesn't always remain the same.
- Every day, the birds fly to find the grains of rice. They are happy when they find one and become sad when they don't find it.
- Man is blessed at one moment and deserted at another moment.
- The poet says that sadness and happiness come in the same color code.
Explanation:
Translated by Ming Di (bio)
ON THE THRESHING FLOOR, I CHASE CHICKENS AWAY
And I see sparrows fly over. They look around
as if it's inappropriate to stop for just any grain of rice.
They have clear eyes, with light inside.
Starlings also fly over, in flocks, bewildered.
They flutter and make a sound that seems to flash out light.
When they're all gone, the sky gets lower, in dark blue.
In this village deep in the central plains,
the sky is always low, forcing us to look at its blue,
the way our ancestors make us look inside ourselves,
narrow and empty, so we look out again
at the full September—
we're comforted by its insignificance but hurt by its smallness.
Living our life this way, we feel secure.
So much rice. Where does it come from?
So much gold color. Where does it come from?
Year after year I've been blessed, and then deserted.
When happiness and sadness come in the same color code, I'm happy
to be forgotten. But who am I separated from?
I don't know. I stay close to my own hours. [End Page 159]
CROSSING HALF OF CHINA TO SLEEP WITH YOU
To sleep with you or to be slept with, what's the difference if there's any?
Two bodies collide—the force, the flower pushed open by the force,
the virtual spring in the flowering—nothing more than this,
and this we mistake as life restarting.
In half of China, things are happening: volcanoes
erupting, rivers running dry,
political prisoners and displaced workers abandoned,
elk deer and red-crowned cranes shot.
I cross the hail of bullets to sleep with you.
I squeeze many nights into one morning to sleep with you.
I run across many of me and many of me run into one to sleep with you.
Of course I can be misled by butterflies
and mistake praise as spring,
a village similar to Hengdian as home.
But all these are absolutely indispensable reasons that I sleep