Author: Xu Zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
Is the rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to greener grass;
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
2. Xu Zhimo's classic sentence 1. If you have seen the beauty of the full moon, you will have enough patience to wait for 29 days, just to wait for that full moon night. Even on that day, unfortunately, there were clouds covering her. Close your eyes and you can see her brilliance behind the clouds! -Xu Zhimo
2. I admit that "I can't ask for it", but "I don't ask for it" is more bitter!
You don't want me, I will only look at you from a distance and won't disturb your life again.
I came here to wait for you thousands of years ago! -I won't leave you! I went from black hair to white hair, from prime of life to a pile of wasteland! -But my heart will never die! I'm waiting! I walked from a barren grave to an ancient tomb until even the inscription was weathered beyond recognition. -You finally came! -You're here to mourn the grave!
4. I will visit the only soul mate in my life-I am lucky to get it; No, my life. -That's it!
5, people who can't choose are actually very simple! Learn to accept the worst first, and then sit tight. As long as you walk through mountains and water, you won't go bad all the time! -Zhang Youyi
6. I am so lonely and complete.
Countless nights, I stood alone in the cold wind.
Standing under the old tree under the bridge
Just to listen to the nightingale's lamentation
I warmed the moss on the diaphragm.
Moss is cool to my heart.
But the nightingale didn't come, the nightingale didn't come.
7, touch, there are thousands of flavors waiting for you to taste. When you are happy, you feel numb and itchy all over, but you can't catch the itch when you reach out. When you are lovesick, it is sour, and a person is pulling his nerves, like pulling wool. It has something to do with breathing. Every time he breathes, he twitches, unless you don't breathe, but you can't. If it's worse, it hurts. It follows the heartbeat, and sometimes it hurts as if all the strength of the whole body is acting on it. You can't do it unless you order the heart to stop beating, can you? The most important thing to get rid of is that your heart is dead, but if you want to die, you have to experience heartbreak. This is heartbreaking. Heartbroken, beyond description. That's torture for mankind. I hope you will never taste that taste in your life. It will hurt if it is more serious. It follows the heartbeat. Sometimes it hurts as if all your strength is acting on that place unless you order your heart to stop beating, but that's impossible, isn't it? The most liberating thing is the death of the heart, but before the death of the heart, you have to experience heartbreak, oh! I can't describe this heartbreak-heartbreak. This is torture to mankind. I hope you will never taste it! -at least now you are happy, this heartbreak is definitely not your turn!
8. When you walk, you will be scattered and your memory will fade;
Watch, you are tired and the stars are dim;
Listen, I woke up and started complaining;
Looking back, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was confused.
9. My world is so quiet that I can hear my heartbeat.
The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on.
3. The happiness of snowflakes in Xu Zhimo's classic poems If I were a snowflake, flying in mid-air, I would definitely know my direction-fly, fly, fly, there is my direction on this ground.
Don't go to the cold valley, don't go to the lonely foothills, don't go to the lonely streets to be melancholy-fly, fly, fly-you see, I have my direction! Juanjuan danced in mid-air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-she smelled of cinnabar plum! At that time, I clung to her skirt with my light body, and I approached her gentle heart-dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-and melted into her gentle heart. Nora, Shian-it is the gentleness of bowing that gives Japanese girls, just like the shyness of a hibiscus out of water, talking about treasure, talking about treasure, and there is sweet sorrow in that treasure-Nora, Shian! In order to find the stars, I rode a blind horse with crooked legs and whipped the night; -The whip went into the darkness, and I rode on the crooked leg of a blind horse.
I rushed into the dark night looking for a star; In search of a star, I rushed into this dark wilderness. Tired, tired of the animals under my legs, the stars haven't appeared yet; -The star hasn't appeared yet. He's exhausted. He has exhausted his skills in the saddle.
This time, crystal lights appeared in the sky, animals appeared in the wilderness, and bodies appeared at night. -This time a crystal lamp appeared in the sky! News thunderstorm temporarily converges; The double rainbow, like a double dragon, appears in the mist, bright and vivid, which is a good sign! It must be sunny tomorrow.
What! There was another burst of thunder-outside the clouds, outside the sky, it was dark again, and the fresh rainbow disappeared-and hope never stood firm and was destroyed. Shanghai and Hangzhou are anxious! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, several clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a piece of pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, as clear as a dream, vague and obscure,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! Residual poetry? Who do you blame? Who do you blame? Isn't it thundering in the blue sky? Close: lock; Dust on the tiles until tomorrow! Although the white stone steps are smooth, wait until tomorrow, alas, grass grows in the crevices and the green on the slate is full of berries! The fish in the sapphire jar under the porch is really a phoenix tail, but who else will change the water and fish for grass? Hey! Be sure to turn your eyes to the white belly three to five days ago, and you can't drift to death, so let the ice spectrum crush it! The most pitiful thing is that Ying Ge, with red mouth and green hair, was taught well by the empress and sang along with the flute. They are really spoiled. If you feed late, you will be called names and scolded. Now, call them! There is only an empty yard to answer.
4. Describe Xu Zhimo's Bing Xin saying:
Mo Chi died, and with his cleverness, those who were still popular with the public under inhuman dark behavior got a home! Again, it's really hard to be born a genius, but it hurts to see the bad things of smart people themselves.
Zhimo's poems are full of energy, but his emotions tend to be destructive everywhere. Look at his essays such as Autopsy and Flying. It seems that this is how he felt when he died, especially in poetry. I don't believe in omens, but the inevitable result of the invisible despair and loneliness that he has been brewing for ten years! When a person dies, it's too late to say anything. I didn't say a good word to him before he died. In the last sentence, he said to me, "My heart, liver and five internal organs are all broken. I'm going to your holy land to repent! " I didn't say anything. I have never been friends with him, but now I feel sorry for him. He really failed him! Speaking of women, is it "a woman who misses him?" "He missed a woman?" It's hard to say. Zhimo is a butterfly, not a bee, so the benefits of a woman are lost and the disadvantages of a woman are sacrificed.
-I'll stop here!
Lin said:
The poet Xu Zhimo's mood is clean, his head is always so high, his chest is always so complete and sincere, and his arms are always full of indomitable courage.
Throughout his life, for a foolish and sincere tendency, Xu Zhimo put his complex feelings into the boiler of his ideals and beliefs, and burned a few melodious and sonorous words to satisfy his instinctive artistic impulse, which is even more unrealistic-or not entirely practical-pursuit.
Sue said to:
Xu Zhimo, a talented poet, is like a powerful and unconstrained style; The active literary world, but ten years, has left many magnificent fruits that can never be erased; This poet, with a particularly warm temperament, is attracted, condensed and condensed by him everywhere, like a big magnet. He died in a plane crash at the top of the southern foot of Mount Tai in the 20th year of the Republic of China 165438+ 10, at the age of 36.
Lin Yutang said in the Postscript of Xinfeng Brokeback Weng: "I am a passionate and talented genius. I write poetry and prose. I can't read vernacular poetry, I am alone in the poem. "
Cai Yuanpei wrote an elegy for him: speaking is poetry, acting is poetry, walking all his life is poetry, the meaning of poetry has penetrated, and he has his own paradise; You can die by boat, by car, lying in a cubicle, and you don't have to be afraid of the road if you die accidentally.