Star (anthology) 1923 Business Spring (anthology) 1923 Superman (collection of novels and essays) 1923, Business Send Young Readers (collection of essays) 1926, North 933. Beixin Going Abroad (short stories) 1933 Travel Notes along Pingsui (essays) 1935 Pingsui Railway Bureau's Dong Er Girl (short stories) 1935, Beixin and Beixin's Bing Xin Works/KLOC. "1943, Papers Collected in Ming Kai Bing Xin-Bing Bing's New Poetry Collection", 1943, Ming Kai's About Women (Prose Collection) 1943, Paradise's Bing Xin 'en's Novel Prose Collection 1954 Tao Qi's Summer Diary (. The Story of Hometown by Shanghai Children (Prose) 1957, The Return by Shanghai Children (Prose) 1958, and The Writer Awakens (Prose) 1960 Flower's Orange Light (Novel, Prose, Poetry)/KLOC-. Sun Yat-sen's Collection (Prose and Novel) 1980, Baihua's Three-in-One Children's Reader (Prose) 198 1, Children's Notebook Beads (Founding) 1982, Humane Bingxin1. Selected Works of Bing Xin 1982, Essays of Bing Xin 1983, humanity quilt Bing Xi 'en (1-2), 1983, Sichuanese (Incomplete) and Bing Xi 'en (65438) Bibliography of Literature Translation in the Straits: Prophet (collected and forwarded, 1955), Juvenile Ji's Illegal Invasion of Plum Wings (poetry anthology), Tagore, India, Muursula in Indian Folk Stories. Annard's book, 1955, The Poems of Tagore by Shanghai Children translated together, 1958, The Performance of Tagore by Humanities (IV) 1959, The TV series Ma Hengda Chao (Nepali) and Sun's joint translation,1959. Book, Jigputri Hotel, 198 1, and the papers included in Humanities and Bing Xin are important works of Bing Xin. Her book is divided into four parts: One is The Past: For Young Readers, and the other is About Women: The Autobiography of Bing Xin. Bing Xueen is an outstanding female writer in the 20th century. From the May 4th Movement to 19 19, she created a large number of essays, poems and novels in a new literary activity and eight years' creative career, and made remarkable achievements. The fresh style, style and beauty of Bing Xi 'en's prose creation. Bing Xin's essay "To a Young Reader" describes her childish joy and innocent tears in her childhood, enjoying the praise of maternal love, childlike innocence, nature and the motherland. Among young readers, Bing Xin "is the freest and least concerned about his works, so he can best express his straightforward personality and his pure self-image." The unique self-image of Bing Xin's personality, temperament, talent and ideological style reflected in Send a Little Reader. Communication is maternal love, brotherhood, or a description of the essence of every second. Bing Xi- en's young readers kept the purity of confession in front of the children, which caused great pain to her soul. The second generation of Bingxin Communication will think of itself as "killing" small animals and feel sad. Now, we are not just Bing Xin, why not break the tears of cricket and choke the yellowbird. We also know that we may not care about the size of all life in the eyes of the creator, but after all, our hearts are pure and kind. Bing Xin's prose collection "This book, I really like it, I like it" is full of new ideas about birds, birds and birds. It flew to the branch and sang a song, with a clear-light-beauty-singing voice, like a "natural" smile. Many children have heard this song in the tree, and I think there are very nice sounds coming from children every day. Soon after, something unfortunate happened. The bird is singing a beautiful song. Suddenly, a bullet came out from below, and the bird fell off its handle from the tree. At this time, two bosses flew out of the jungle, grabbed it and headed for the title of the nest where blood fell from the cracks in the tree. Since then, the child has never heard this song again. After reading this article, I feel sorry for the birds. We should not hurt them, but protect them, because only harmony can create harmonious reading. The first article, I was moved. Just after reading the second article, my child couldn't help crying: the headline article "Bird" is said to be a bird in its nest on the highest branch, with incomplete feathers and unable to fly, singing in its nest every day. One morning, my parents went foraging. Its lair, it is boring, and the songs sung in turn are full of beauty and beauty. Many people hear this song and listen to it sing. This kind of bird is also very happy to sing. In this way, birds sing every day, and people listen to them every day. But some people just don't get better, and want to shoot it down with a slingshot. On this day, the bird sang, the billiards stick rose from below, it turned over and fell from the tree. I feel very happy, its parents may have a bullet to catch a bird in the nest. In the bird topic, it gently passes through your mouth and licks the stem of a bird full of blood, making the blood of the bird seem endless, increasing the blood flow along people's feet under the trunk. People like to listen to the clear and beautiful sounds of birds, but they regret being deaf. Today, this article stipulates, "On the day of regret, we humans are selfish for our own interests. "people! Stop this destruction, will you? The impetuous heart finally calmed down, perhaps related to the weather, perhaps not, calm and naturally cool. Near the end, but I like Bing Xin's prose collection Garden Cross best. Bing Xin has always been one of my favorite writers. She resents the young reader that "orange light" has always been a heart, like a shining Venus, guiding my every step and liking literature, perhaps because of these wonderful words at first. I began to care about her most, but I began to translate Tagore's Gitanjali and Gardeners Collection. Her talent, so I admire her innocence, I think. You can say that I am really close to her, which is in the previous prose collection. There is no doubt that Bingxi is happy. She has a happy childhood, a perfect family and a good education. She is unfortunate because she is weak and was born in wartime. What moved me most in many of her articles was a sentence commemorating her mother's "Southward Policy". Every word of blood and tears is affectionate, making people cry. I sat alone on the sofa with a cup of green tea, watching the music of crying and timely sadness. My emotional climax forced me to put down my book and indulge in every cry. After reading this article, I began to stagnate several times, not because of anything. Bing Xin's deep affection and bony sadness broke our hearts, which is the deepest sadness in the world. Without fish and birds, they can't be together, but in their love, they gradually wither and there is nothing he can do. I suddenly thought of my mother strongly. I haven't been home for a long time. I wonder if I am at home these days? Now, the shadow that seems to be escaping is always hidden in the deepest part of one's mind, away from the dust. Perhaps these cold tears, swaying and trembling, and Bing Xin's words are their pale souls, and there is nowhere to run in the vast Yuan Ye. It may be hard to believe. These days, they can't swim for some reason, so they take their books and their daughters swimming by the swimming pool. With an excuse, my daughter simply I don't worry about her being in the water, like a beautiful little mermaid in a bar, and I don't care about her. So, I will move a stool, take a book, sit quietly in a corner and immerse myself in the ice heart of the world. The pool is noisy, but I can't hear anything. Occasionally lift cooling water from the pool, that's her daughter jokingly greeting me. Looking at the loneliness of Bing Xin's comfortable and cold lake, I feel that her loneliness goes deep into the bone marrow, as if lying there. She is me, alone in the cold wind and rain and alone in a foreign land. This kind of loneliness is beyond others' comprehension. She is happy because of her words, and her lovely little readers show their lonely and cold souls, with so much love and friends accompanying her. She said she was the happiest woman emotionally. Moreover, after reading her early novel "Woman" series, I couldn't help but want to see if the author was a sketch of Bing Xin for several times. Because she was a man in an article, I felt that the words I read were traces of Bing Xin's life when the article could be seen everywhere. Some laughed at my ignorance, others changed it so successfully and lamented her role. Another long-distance love in her article is a baptism of the soul. At that moment, my heart, like the comfortable blue sea water in the swimming pool, was crystal clear, but gentle and silent, flowing thin. Put the cup back. Bing Xin collected articles from the school library and looked at the time. Nothing special. Look, a thin piece, in our hands, feels nothing heavy; The yellow page shows a faint smell of dust ... I still remember the Chinese teacher saying: prose is scattered and gathered. I can't help but come back with Bing Xin's prose, probably because I want to know "what is the taste of scattered prose" ... After reading the prose, I probably found Bing's new love letter "Oh" (such as: Mom; The words "moon, sea" didn't leave me much impression. Suddenly I remembered that I didn't know when to learn to "cook false accounts", but I read books, read them ... So I picked up a book that seemed to contain infinite knowledge and patiently lowered my head word by word ... On the cover of the book, Bing Xin said: Prose can be written as a sonorous military song, sonorous and vivid, like a lively elite in a novel and a dramatic dialogue in a poem. No wonder Bing Xin likes to write prose. She once said: My favorite literary prose style ... When I really read Bing Xin's prose, I found that Bing Xin wrote more than just the simple word love. Between the lines, her prose is full of one word: love. Bing Xin loves beauty and nature. She loves the sea, because in her eyes, the sea is gentle and calm, the sea is super majestic, the sea is mysterious, and the virtual pregnant woman is extensive ... Maybe in Bing Xin's heart, she loves the sea, so the plot of 1 1 is gradually rising. Bing Xin loves children. During her illness, she also wrote for her children. Young readers can see the importance of children's status in her mind. Bing Xin loves his mother, and she even describes her mother like this: Mom's words can make the child cry. Bing Xin also foolishly asked her mother why she loved her, and her mother told her: Why not-just because you are my daughter. Yes, when you feel that you meet someone who knows you, knows you and loves you thousands of times more than yourself, how can you not be ungrateful, not shed tears and not give up your ability to love her on horseback? Does she love you? Bing Xin loves her relatives, her father, her three brothers, and her students ... Bing Xin's love has become a very elegant and gentle style of writing, and her prose is another world of prose. One wish is full of love, but it is also a world of Bing Xin.