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What are Xu Zhimo's ten shortest poems?

1. Broad Sea

Author: Xu Zhimo

I don't need a wide sky, and

I don't want to put a giant paper owl.

Heaven plays tricks on the winds in all directions;

I just need a minute,

I just need a little light,

I just need a crack,

crawling like a child.

at the window of a dark room,

looking at the immortal one on the western horizon,

sewing, a little.

light, one point.

2. A Breeze at Midnight

Author: Xu Zhimo

This is a hillside on a winter night,

a deserted monk's hut under the hillside,

a lonely dream soul in the hut;

Pray in repentance and sink in despair

Why do you scream, scream,

Drum and golden pheasant and tiger and leopard?

Why is this quiet complaint, this personal desire,

the tragedy of intense emotion and the ups and downs of life

once again flooded,

this wandering dream soul and the deserted monk's house?

Third, The Movie of Lei Feng under the Moon

Author: Xu Zhimo

I'll send you a shadow of the Leifeng Tower,

the sky is full of dense black clouds and white clouds;

I'll give you a top of Leifeng Tower.

The bright moon sheds its shadow on the sleeping heart.

the deep night, the tower shadows,

the moon colors, and the slender waves

If you and I swing in a bare boat,

If you and I create a complete dream!

Fourth,

Can Chun

Author: Xu Zhimo

Yesterday, the peach blossoms were obliquely inserted in my bottle.

They were all smiles hanging on the cheeks of beautiful women;

Today, they all lowered their heads and changed their faces.

The red and white bodies hung upside down on the green stripes.

The wind and rain outside the window report the fate of Can Chun,

The sound like a death knell rings in the dark;

"The flowers in your bottle of life have also changed;

who will collect the gorgeous body? "

V. Life

Author: Xu Zhimo

Dark and winding like a poisonous snake,

Life has become a tunnel:

Once you are trapped, you can only move forward,

Holding the sticky tide of the cold wall with your hands,

Struggling in the viscera of the demon,

There is no line above your head.