Please tell me about famous lines from Xu Zhimo, Rabindranath Tagore, Bing Xin, and Guo Moruo's poetry collections

1. Zhimo’s poems

The happiness of snowflakes

If I were a snowflake,

flying gracefully in the air,

I must know my direction clearly——

Flying, flying, flying,——

There is my direction on this ground.

Don’t go to the cold and lonely valley,

Don’t go to the desolate foothills,

Don’t go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy——

Flying, flying, flying,——

Look, I have my direction!

Flying in the mid-air,

I recognized the quiet residence,

Waiting for her to visit in the garden——

Flying, flying, flying, -

Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums!

At that time, relying on my lightness,

I touched the skirt of her clothes

close to her gentle wave of heart——

Xiaorong, Xiaorong, Xiaorong——

Melt into her soft heart!

A song by Shayang Nora

Gift to a Japanese girl

The most gentle thing is the gentleness of bowing the head,

Like a water lotus I can't bear the shyness of the cool breeze,

Tell me cherish, say cherish,

There is sweet sorrow in that word of cherish——

Shayanara !

This is a cowardly world

This is a cowardly world:

No love, no love!

Let your hair loose,

Expose your feet;

Follow me, my love,

Abandon this The world

Sacrifice our love!

I hold your hand,

Love, you follow me;

Let the thorns pierce the soles of our feet,

Let the hail split our heads,

You follow me,

I hold your hand,

Escape from the cage and restore our free!

Follow me,

My love!

The world has fallen on our backs -

Look, isn’t this the vast white sea?

The vast white sea,

Boundless freedom, you and me and love!

Look along my finger,

There is a small star of blue on the other side -

That is an island with green grass on it,

Flowers, beautiful animals and birds;

Get on this light boat,

Go to the ideal heaven——

Love , joy, freedom——

Farewell to this world forever!

Go!

Go, human world, go!

I am independent on the peak of the mountain;

Go, human world, go!

I face the endless sky.

Go, young man, go!

Buried with the herbs of the valley;

Go, young man, go!

Sorrow is given to the crows in the dusk sky.

Go, Dreamland, go!

I broke the jade cup of the illusion;

Go, Dreamland, go!

I laugh and receive the congratulations of the mountain breeze and sea waves.

Go, whatever, go!

There is currently a peak that reaches the sky;

Go, everything, go!

Currently there are infinite infinities!

In order to find a star

I rode a blind horse with a crippled leg,

I whipped into the night;——

I whip into the night,

I am riding a crippled blind horse!

I rushed into this dark night,

To find a star;——

To find a star,

I rushed into this dark wilderness.

Exhausted, exhausted, the animals under my crotch,

The star hasn’t appeared yet;——

The star hasn’t appeared yet,

Exhausted, exhausted from the saddle.

This time there was crystal light in the sky,

An animal was lying upside down in the wilderness,

A corpse was lying in the dark night. ——

This time there was crystal light in the sky!

I have a love

I have a love;——

I love the stars in the sky;

I love their sparkle :

There is no such strange god in the world.

In the cold dusk of late winter,

In the lonely gray morning.

On the sea, on the top of the mountain after the wind and rain——

There will always be one star, ten thousand stars!

The closeness of the grass and flowers by the mountain stream,

The joy of the children in the tall buildings,

The traveler’s light and compass:——

The elves flashing thousands of miles away!

I have a broken soul,

Like a pile of broken crystals,

scattered in the dead grass in the wilderness——

Sip your momentary attentiveness.

The ice cream and tenderness of life,

I have tasted it, and I have tolerated it;

Sometimes the autumn songs of crickets under the stairs,

It made me sad and forced me to cry.

I reveal my frank mind,

Dedicate my love to the star of the day,

Let life be illusion or reality

Earth There are always bright stars in the sky!

Video of Leifeng under the Moon

I will give you a shadow of Leifeng Pagoda,

The sky is filled with dense black and white clouds;

I will give you the top of Leifeng Pagoda,

The bright moon casts its shadow in the heart of the sleeping waves.

The deep dark night, the lingering shadow of the tower,

The clumps of moonlight, the slender ripples——

If you and I swing one without any covering The boat,

If you and I create a complete dream!

In the car in Shanghai and Hangzhou

Hurry! Urgent!

A cigarette, a mountain, a few cloud shadows,

A stream of water, a bridge, the sound of an oar,

A forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo , the red leaves are in full bloom:

The colorful fields, the colorful autumn scenery,

Clear, blurred, and faded like a dream,——

Urgent, urging, urging ! Is it the wheel or the time?

It makes Qiurong grow old and makes her life grow old!

No. 7, Shihu Hutong

Our small garden is sometimes filled with infinite tenderness:

The smiling rattan girl is open and caring. Persimmon palms are prepared,

The hundred-foot-old pagoda tree bends down to hug Tang Gu in the breeze,

The yellow dog is by the fence, waiting for the sleeping Pearl, its Little friend

Little Queer’s new proposal song is singing endlessly——

Our small garden is sometimes filled with infinite tenderness.

Our small garden sometimes depicts a vague dream;

The vastness after the rain and the green shade of the garden weave into a silent ghost,

The little frog sat alone on Canlan's chest, listening to the chirping of earthworms in the other yard,

An endless rain cloud stretched tiredly on the top of the old locust tree,

Grassing the eaves The circular dance in the previous work is a bat or a dragonfly?

Our small garden sometimes depicts a vague dream.

Our small garden sometimes lets out a sigh of relief;

During heavy rains, countless bright red flowers are smashed under the rain hammer,

Nai He is new. In autumn, the green leaves that have not withered melancholy bid farewell to the trees,

However, in the middle of the night, the moon rides on the cloud boat to return, the west wall has been crossed,

The music of the dew in the far lane , being blown by the cold wind——

Our small garden sometimes sighs softly.

Our small garden is sometimes immersed in happiness;

At dusk after the rain, the courtyard is filled with beautiful shade, fragrance and cool breeze,

A large number of Jian Weng, holding giant bottles in their hands, pointing their feet towards the sky,

One catty, two catties, drinking up the bottom of the cup, full of wine and joy, their faces red,

Lian Zhu Amidst the laughter, there floats a fairy-like wine man——

Our small garden is sometimes immersed in happiness.

2. A Night in Feilengcui

A Night in Feilengcui

You are really leaving, tomorrow? Then me, then me,...

You don’t have to worry about it, sooner or later that day will come;

If you want to remember me, just remember me,

Otherwise, forget about me in this world as soon as possible.

Don’t worry about time and space.

Just treat it as a dream and a fantasy;

Just treat it as a dream. The residual red we saw the day before yesterday,

fluttered timidly in front of the wind, one petal,

two petals, fell to the ground, was stepped on, and turned into mud...

Oh, let people step on it and turn it into mud - once it is turned into mud, it is poured clean.

This half-dead person is called suffering.

Looking at the shabby and burdensome thing makes people look down upon it. ——

Oh my God! Why did you come, why did you come...

I will never forget you. The day you come,

It will be like a dark future seeing light,

You are my husband, my love, my benefactor,

You taught me what life is and what love is,

You awakened me from my coma and repaid my innocence.

Without you, how would I know the sky is high and the grass is green?

If you touch my heart, it will beat so fast;

If you touch my face again, it will be so burnt, thanks to the dark night

Invisible; love, I can’t breathe,

Don’t kiss me; I can’t stand this life of fire,

My soul is like this It's made of fire bricks

Wrought iron, under the hammer of love, smashed, smashed, sparks flew everywhere... I fainted, hold me,

Love, let me die on your chest with my eyes closed, in this quiet garden,

How beautiful!

The sound of wind rustling in the white trees above my head,

It can be regarded as my funeral song, this breeze,

Blowing from the olive grove, carrying The fragrance of pomegranate flowers,

took my soul with it, and the fireflies,

The passionate and diligent fireflies, they light the way,

I stopped when I reached the bridge of the Third Ring Cave,

hearing you holding my half-warm body here,

calling me sadly, kiss me, shake me , smack me,...

I will smile and follow the breeze,

Let him lead me, heaven, hell, anywhere,

Anyway, after losing this disgusting life, realizing this death

in love, this death centered on love, is not better than

five hundred reincarnations? ...Selfish, I know,

But I can’t control it... Are you going to die with me?

What, if you are not a couple, you are not completely "love to death".

To ascend, you need two pairs of wings to work together.

It is not enough to enter heaven. We need to take care of you all the same,

I can’t live without you, and you can’t live without me;

If it’s hell, you’d be even more worried if I went alone,

You said hell It may not be as civilized as this world

(Although I don’t believe it,) a delicate flower like me,

It is impossible to guarantee that it will not be hit by storms or rain,

At that time, I called you, but you couldn't hear clearly -

That person didn't seek relief and threw himself into the mud pit.

It was a cold-eyed ghost who colluded with a cold-hearted person.

Laughing at my fate, laughing at your cowardly carelessness?

This makes sense, but what should I do?

It is difficult to live. If it is too difficult, you will not be free even if you die.

I don’t want you to sacrifice your future for me...

Alas! You said you should stay alive and wait for that day!

Is there that day? ——Your presence is my confidence;

But you have to leave at dawn, do you really have the heart to leave me?

Leave me? I can't keep you, this is fate;

But this flower has no sunshine and no nectar.

Even if it doesn't die, its petals will be scorched and withered. How pitiful!

You can't forget yourself, love, except in your heart,

I have no life; yes, I listen to your words, I wait,

Waiting for Iron Tree I have to wait patiently for my children to bloom;

Love, you will always be a star above my head:

If unfortunately I die, I will become a firefly,

In this garden, next to the grass roots, flying darkly,

Flying from dusk to midnight, flying from midnight to dawn,

I only wish there would be no clouds in the sky, I hope Can see the sky

The big unchanging star in the sky, that is you,

I hope you will shine more light for me, across the night,

Across the sky, there is a sense of love...

June 11, 1925 in the Feileng Cui Mountain

Moans

I am also willing to praise this magical universe,

I am also willing to forget that there is sorrow in the world,

Like a plum blossom bird that is not tired,

Qing Dynasty Singing on the mountain, leaping at dusk;——

If she breezes

It seems like you are always by my side!

I also want my poems to flow like clear water,

I also want my heart to be as leisurely as a fish;

But now the tuition fee is mine.

Stop asking about my leisure poetry? ——

God! If you don't give her back her life and freedom for a day!

Occasionally

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected in the center of your wave——

You don’t have to be surprised ,

There is no need to be happy -

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of ??darkness,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You may as well remember,

It is best that you forget,

The light that shines upon each other during this encounter!

I came to the Yangtze River to buy a bunch of lotus pods

I came to the Yangtze River to buy a bunch of lotus pods;

Peel off the layers of lotus robes by hand,

Watching the gulls flying in front of my eyes,

holding back my tears——

I am thinking of you, I am thinking of you, ah Xiaolong! ②

I tasted the lotus flesh and recalled the tenderness of the past:——

The unrolled heavy curtain in front of the steps,

protected Tongxin ③ Huan Lian:

I listened to your promise again,

"It will always be yours, my body, my soul."

I tried Once I taste the lotus heart, my heart is more painful than the lotus heart;

I am stunned all night long,

I can’t escape the nightmare,

Who knows my pain?

You have harmed me, love, how do you want me to live this life?

But I can't blame you, I can't bear to guess that you have changed,

My heart is just soft:

You are mine! I will still

hold you tightly -

Unless the world turns upside down -

But who can imagine that day?

Pipa in the alley in the middle of the night I was awakened from my sleep by it again, Pipa in the middle of the night!

Whose sorrow,

Whose fingers,

Like a sad wind, like a heavy rain, like a falling flower,

In the depths of the night,

In this sleepy state,

Stirring the tight strings and playing the Gongshang Jiaowei randomly,

In this late night, deserted street,

There is a waning moon hanging on the willow branches,

Ah, the half-round waning moon is like a broken hope for him, him

Wearing a flowered hat on his head,

with iron chains on his body,

jumping like crazy on the road of time, laughing like crazy,

It's over, he said, blowing out your lamp,

She is waiting on the other side of the grave,

Waiting for you to kiss, waiting for you to kiss, waiting for you to kiss !

"Build a wall" You and I must never blaspheme that word.

Don't forget the oath you swore before God.

I not only want your softest tenderness,

Wrap my heart like a banana coat forever;

I want your love to be like pure steel. Strong,

Build a wall in this flowing life;

Let the autumn wind blow away the yellow leaves in the garden,

Let the termites rot for thousands of years

Even if one day a thunderbolt shakes the universe, -

It will not shake the freedom within your and my "love wall"!

"A Night of Emerald Green"

Leifeng is no longer seen

Leifeng is no longer seen, and Leifeng collapsed into a large barren tomb,

There are many green onions hugging each other on the top;

There are many green onions hugging each other on the top.

Leifeng is no longer seen, and Leifeng collapsed into a huge tomb. .

Why do you lament that you deserve to be tortured by this time?

There are many perverts in the world who do not deserve their share.

Why do you lament that you should face this time? of destruction?

Why do you sigh: This tower is for suppression, and this grave is for burial.

Suppression is not as pleasant as burial!

Suppression is not as satisfying as burial.

Why do I sigh: This tower is suppression, this grave is burial.

There is no more Leifeng; Leifeng has been buried in people’s memory since then:

Like the dream of the past, the beloved pet of the past;

Like the dream of the past , the once beloved pet,

There is no more Leifeng; Leifeng has been buried in people's memories since then.

September, West Lake.

“It’s not easy to live these days”

Yesterday I braved the heavy rain to visit Guangxi at the foot of Yanxia Ridge;

The South Peak disappeared in the haze,

In front of the eaves of a pine thatched shop

I stopped and asked a village girl if the sweet-scented osmanthus in Wengjiashan would bloom as well as last year this year

p>The village girl first looked at me carefully;

I looked like a bird with shriveled feathers,

I thought to myself, she must feel something strange,

Walking a long way alone on this rainy day,

I asked without any reason whether the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrant this year.

"Guest, you are unlucky, you came too late and too early;

This is the famous Manjia Nong,

In previous years, everything was so fragrant at this time Ominous,

The continuous rain and wind these days have made it so messy, this year’s early osmanthus is over.”

Sure enough, this osmanthus is over. Lin can't give me any ideas to rejoice;

Only the scorched stamens can be seen on the branches,

Looking miserable, alas, what an unreasonable disaster!

Why is there so much haggard everywhere?

It’s not easy to live these days! It’s not easy to live these days!

West Lake, September

①Written in September 1925, first published in the "Morning Post Supplement" on October 21 of the same year, signed by He.

In front of Excter Church

This is my own figure, reflected in the vestibule of a foreign church tonight

A cold and solemn hall,

A gloomy and solitary figure.

I asked the statue in front of the temple:

"Who is responsible for this bizarre life?"

The old statue looked at me in shock,

It seems that this is a strange question.

I turned to the big cold star,

It was rising on the back of the church,

But it answered me with a mocking Mysterious moment,

Facing each other under the starlight, my mystery and I!

The old tree beside me at this time,

He shades the innocent people under the battle monument,

I sigh deeply, like It's

The desolate autumn rain in the desolate empty courtyard.

He has at least more than a hundred years of experience.

He has seen all the changes in the world;

He has also counted the naughtiness of life;

Spring and summer are turbulent, and winter is turbulent.

He knows the oldest seniors in this town,

See them being baptized, and seeing their yellow-haired babies;

See their spouses, who are also in this sect. ,——

Finally, see their names on the tombstones!

He has long since grown tired of watching this semi-tragic drama,

He is even less fond of the remnants of his own carbuncle;

So he is of the same mind as I am, Let out a sigh——

Ah! My figure is surrounded by fallen leaves!

July, 1925.

① Exeter, now translated as Exeter, is a British city.

Hai Yun

一

“Girl, single girl,

Why are you nostalgic

This dusk The beach? ——

Girl, go home, girl!”

“Oh no; I won’t go home,

I love this night breeze. Blowing: "——

On the beach, in the dusk,

There is a girl with radiant hair——

Wandering, wandering.

Two

“Girl, radiant girl,

Why are you wandering

in this deserted sea?

Girl, go home, girl!”

“Oh no; you listen to me singing,

The sea, I sing, you come and join:”——

Under the starlight, in the cool breeze,

The girl's clear voice is swaying lightly -

Yin high, low.

Three

"Girl, brave girl!

A shady story was raised that day,

There was a bad situation at this moment ——

Girl, go home, girl!”

“Oh no; look at me dancing in the air,

Imitate a seagull without waves:” ——

In the night, on the beach,

A slender figure whirled rapidly——

Whooshing, whirling.

Four

“Listen to the wrath of the sea,

Girl, go home, girl!

Look at the beast Like Haibo,

Girl, go home, girl!”

“Oh no; Haibo won’t swallow me,

I love this The bumps of the sea! "

In the sound of the tide, in the light of the waves,

Ah, a panicked girl is in the sea foam,

Wasting, wasting.

五

"Girl, where are you, girl?

Where is your loud singing voice?

Where is you!

Where is it, ah, brave girl?”

The night swallows up the stars,

There is no more light on this seaside;

The tide swallowed up the beach,

No more girls on the beach,——

No more girls!

① This poem was published in the "Morning Post·Literary Issue" on August 17, 1925.

Su Su

Su Su is an infatuated woman,

Like a wild rose, her beauty;

Like a wild rose A wild rose, her beauty

A storm came and destroyed her life.

There is her tombstone in this wild grassland

Drowned in the vines, her sadness;

Drowned in the vines, her sadness——

Ah, blood-stained roses have emerged in this wasteland!

That rose is the soul of an infatuated girl,

moistened by the clear dew in the morning,

at dusk, warmed by the evening breeze,

There is also the comfort of the long night, watching the stars.

Do you think this should be her peace?

But fate calls for ruthless hands to climb,

Climbing, climbing to all the splendor on the green strips,——

Poor, Su Su She was tortured again!

①Written on May 5, 1925, and first published in the "Morning News Seventh Anniversary Supplement" on December 1 of the same year, signed by Xu Zhimo.

3. Tiger Collection

I don’t need the vast sea, sky, and sky,

I don’t want to fly a giant paper kite either.

Heaven will play tricks on the wind in all directions;

I only need one minute

I only need a little light

I only need a crack,

Crawling like a child

In front of the window of a dark room

Looking at the eternal slit in the western horizon

A little

Light, one minute

①The writing time is detailed. Published in newspapers and periodicals unknown.

Farewell Cambridge

Gently I left,

Just as I came gently;

I waved gently ,

Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the river

are the bride in the setting sun

The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light,

are rippling in my heart.

The green banana plants on the soft mud,

swaying oily under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I am willing to be a waterweed

The pool under the shade of the tree,

It is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky

Crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a long pole,

Walk back to where the grass is greener,

Load a boatload of starlight,

Sing in the colorful starlight

But I can’t sing,

Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is tonight’s Cambridge !

Quietly I left,

Just as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves,

I won’t take you away A cloud.

November 6

①Written on November 6, 1928, first published in "Crescent" monthly magazine, Volume 1, No. 10, on December 10, 1928, signed Xu Zhimo.

Oriole

Flying up the tree in a flash of color.

"Look, an oriole!" someone said.

With the tip of its tail raised, it remained silent,

illuminating the denseness with its beauty——

Like spring, flame, like passion,

Waiting for it to sing, we watched quietly,

Afraid of startling it. But as soon as it spreads its wings,

breaks through the denseness and turns into a colorful cloud;

it flies, disappears, disappears -

like spring light, flames , like enthusiasm.

①The writing time is unknown. It was first published in the "Crescent" monthly magazine, Volume 2, No. 12, on February 10, 1930, under the name Xu Zhimo.

Life

Gloomy, dark, winding like a poisonous snake,

Life is forced into a tunnel:

Once you fell into it, you We can only move forward,

feeling the sticky tide on the cold wall,

struggling within the demon's internal organs,

there is no ray of skylight above our heads

This soul, under the oppression of terror,

What other wish does it have besides annihilation?

May 29

①Written on May 29, 1928, first published in the "Crescent" monthly magazine Volume 2 and No. 3 on May 10, 1929. Signed by Zhimo,

later included in the collection of poems "Tiger Collection".

Broken

One

Sitting deep in the middle of the night:

When there is a lump of light in the window,

The wind carries the dust in the streets

Running in the alleys:

I want to curl out from the bare tip of my pen

A broken, broken tone,

To express my broken thoughts.

Two

Sitting deep in the night:

The sharp night coolness is in the crack of the window

Envy in the house The remaining warmth,

will not spare my limbs:

But I will use my half-dry ink to trace

some broken, broken patterns,

Because brokenness, brokenness is my thought.

三

Sitting deep in the night,

On the left and right are some ugly ghosts:

A scorched desolation The trees

cries along the icy riverside,

gesturing in despair,

just as I want to be in my broken consciousness

Rebuild a broken world.

四

Sitting deep in the middle of the night,

Close your eyes and look back at the clouds and mist of the past;

Ah, She is still a cold and beautiful white lotus,

leaning against the dawn wind, with all kinds of exquisiteness;

But I am not sunshine, nor dew,

I Some are just broken breaths,

like a group of rats sealed between the wall rafters

chasing, pursuing darkness and nothingness!

①Written in March 1931, first published in "Modern Student" Volume 1, Issue 6, April 1931, signed by Xu Zhimo, and later included in "Tiger Collection" .

"I don't know which direction the wind is blowing"

I don't know which direction the wind is blowing -

I am in a dream,

I am lingering in the light waves of the dream.