Farewell, Cambridge. I left gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride at sunset.
You are a cloud in the sky, occasionally thrown into my lake.
once in a while
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
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Xu Shi's poems are fresh and natural, harmonious in rhythm, novel in metaphor, rich in imagination, beautiful in artistic conception, elegant in thought, full of changes, pursuing regularity and splendor in artistic form, and having distinct artistic personality. His prose is also sui generis, and has achieved no less achievements than poetry. Among them, Self-Anatomy, Want to Fly, Cambridge as I Know It and Chatting in Yushan Residence are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.
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2. Seek the happiness of several classic love poems by Xu Zhimo, Snowflake.
If I were a snowflake, flying in the air,
I must know my direction clearly-fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction. Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills, and don't go to the deserted streets to be melancholy-fly, fly, fly,
-Look, I have my direction!
Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence.
Waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly,
-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums! At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, clutching her skirt, close to her gentle heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-melt into her gentle heart.
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3. What are Xu Zhimo's classic love poems? Xu Zhimo's classic love poems are as follows: I have a love, I have a love; I love the stars in the sky; I love their crystal: there is no such strange god in the world.
In the cold winter dusk, in the lonely gray morning. At sea, at the top of the mountain after the storm-there will always be a star, 10 thousand stars! The embrace of grass flowers by the mountain stream, the joy of children upstairs, the light of travelers and nanzhen:-a shining elf thousands of miles away! I have a broken soul, like a pile of broken crystals, scattered in the grass in the wilderness-full of your instant hospitality.
I have tasted the ice and tenderness of life, and I have endured it; Sometimes the cricket's Qiu Ge falls on the steps, stinging my heart and forcing me to cry. I show my honest mind and dedicate my love to the stars in the daytime, no matter whether life is illusory or reality-there will always be stars in the sky! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing. I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am spinning in the light waves of my dream.
I don't know which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her tenderness, my intoxication. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream, and sweetness is the glory in my dream.
I don't know from which direction the wind blows-I am in a dream, her ingratitude, my sadness. I don't know from which direction the wind is blowing-I am in a dream and my heart is broken in the sadness in my dream! I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-I'm in a dream, and darkness is the glory in my dream.
Occasionally, I am a cloud in the sky, and occasionally I project on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and then disappear in an instant. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; You might as well remember it, but you'd better forget it. There is a lamp shining when we meet! I came to the Yangtze River to buy a lotus, and I came to the Yangtze River to buy a lotus. Peeling off the layers of lotus, watching seagulls fly by, holding a sad tear-I miss you, I miss you, Xiaolong! I tasted the lotus pulp and remembered its tenderness:-The unrolled curtain in front of the steps covered the concentric love: I listened to your words again, "It will always be yours, my body and my soul."
I have tasted lotus plumule, and my heart is more bitter than lotus plumule; Heart palpitations at night, lingering nightmares. Who knows my pain? You hurt me, dear. How am I supposed to live this life? But I can't blame you. I can't bear to guess that you have changed. My heart softened: you are mine! I still hold you tightly-unless it is the sky-but who can imagine that day? If I were a snowflake, flying in mid-air, I would know my direction-fly, fly, fly-this land has my direction. Don't go to cold valleys, lonely foothills and lonely streets-fly, fly, fly-you see, I have my direction! Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-ah, she smells of cinnabar plum! At that time, I clung to her skirt with my light body, close to her gentle heart-dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-dissolve into her gentle heart! On the day of the cloud trip, you danced in the air, comfortable and light. You don't want to stay on the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth. Your happiness is unimpeded, and you inadvertently have a first-class river on the humble ground, although your brilliance touched his ethereal spirit when crossing the road, awakened him and embraced your beautiful image.
What he holds tightly is a dense sadness, because it can't stand still in the beautiful scenery; He wants you to fly over Qian Shan and cast a wider shadow of the lake and sea! He is wasting away for you, the first-class stream, in the hope of incompetence, I hope you will fly back! Without Lei Feng, without Lei Feng, Lei Feng collapsed into a large wasteland with many green onions on the top; There are a lot of green onions on it, and Lei Feng is out of sight. Lei Feng has become a wasteland. Why do you feel sorry for this destruction? There are many abnormal conditions that should not be divided, and there are also many abnormal conditions that should not be divided; Why do you feel sorry for this destruction? Why do you feel: this tower is suppressed and this grave is buried. It is better to suppress it than to bury it! Depression is better than burying happiness. Why do you feel that this tower is depressed and this grave is buried?
No more Lei Feng; Lei Feng is buried in people's memory: like a dream, like a pet; Like a dream, a pet, and no Lei Feng; Since then, Lei Feng has been buried in people's memory. Shian Nora bowed her head gently, like a shy hibiscus out of water, saying "treasure" and "treasure", and there was sweet sadness in that treasure-poem Annala.
4. The inspiration of Xu Zhimo's classic love poems-one of the conveniences-Xu Zhimo might as well do something. Please sit down first. The sky is not bright these days. I think it's over. I'm completely out of this world. I don't know where I am.
It seems that there is a lotus-like cloud holding me (with a lotus-like smile on her face) and taking me to a distant place ... Alas, I really don't want to come back. People say liberation, so maybe! I am like a cloud, a pure white cloud, with no weight at all. Sunshine holds me up, I am light, a ball of light, flying farther and farther. What a heavy burden, all troubles, kindness, pain and resentment are far away. It's you-please give me some water, it's oranges, which tastes sweet-it's you, who are you! Even you don't know where to go: Guang Xiao has nothing but a green hill, a hairspring and a subtle aura; At best, that's it. No matter how much you want, my cloud can't carry it. You, you must forgive me, my enemy! ..... It doesn't matter, I'm not tired, you let me say, I just want you to open your eyes, that's all, that's pity and sympathy, not love, flowers bloom in your tears, and I'm intoxicated by their fragrance; I'm afraid it's the end of me and you. A meeting makes me attractive and makes me completely occupy you. On this link, let your enthusiasm shine on the first-class quiet stream like sunshine, and understand my cold consciousness. You hold my hand. Just like this, you see your strength, see my decline, let me feel your warmth, feel your flow in my blood, and encourage me to stop every time. Now you listen to me.
But what can I say? Today, everything is over. I just wait for death and darkness. I can still see you, snuggle up to you and talk like a lover, because I can't say it. Your gentle spring breeze surrounds me, which is my unexpected happiness. I can only thank you. Everything is redundant, because words can only explain deeper meanings and greater truths. My friend, you can only recognize it in my eyes, in the dry tears.
I am an ordinary person, and I can't expect to be worthy of your attention in the crowd. You are the wind: every spray must feel your strength and arouse changes from the heart. Every grass must bow its head under your trail and express its surprise in the trembling of the edge. But who can limit the future of wind energy? He roared across the sea and swept across the fields like liger. It is boundless at present. How can he remember a flower and a blade of grass that once breathed the waves? Distant is the distance between you and me; Far, too far! If one day a night butterfly can fly out of the sky and turn gray in the flames of stars (I often say to myself), then I may have hope to get close to your time.
Alas, infatuation, infatuation of women, you don't believe it, do you? Sometimes I feel really strange myself. Who tied the knot in my heart? Why can't I open it? The day I first saw you, you shone like a star, and I was just a little bit in the crowd, a pinch of sand. But when I saw you, I felt a strange shock. It suddenly attacked my life. It really looks like a flower in the wind. My heart shook like a faint, and my face felt a fire. I feel very happy, an incredible light flashed before my eyes. I feel sad again. I want to cry. But I didn't understand at the time. I didn't know this was a relationship! "Love", really! Frontier, karma, I don't know what it is. But since then, I have never been safe, I have been poisoned, I have been hypnotized, and the chain of life has been locked. I can't hesitate any longer: I love you! Since then, my thoughts have contaminated you. When I wake up and dream, I can't hide. I look up, you are in the blue sky, I sing, you are in the melodious world, I want to forget, I run away, take another road and meet you again! Rational diligence is futile, because I am not blind, I am just stupid.
But I love you. I'm not selfish. I love you, but I can never be near you.
Love you, but never enjoy you. Even if you come to my side, I hope to look at you, but you can't detect my secret at all.
I am not jealous or envious, because I know that you will always be mine, and it can't be separated from me just as I can't be separated from you. I don't know the love of others, and I don't need to know. Mine is my own creation, just like the leaves of the forest invisibly collect the morning glow and the evening glow, and I also invisibly collect yours. I can. I'm going to die without saying a word, because I don't have to.
Death, I have seen it. The knot of love hit my heart that day, and I saw death, the beautiful and eternal world; Death, I am willing to invest, because it is the birth of light and freedom.
From now on, I despise my body. I don't care about the prosperity of this world. I just expect more time to get used to my breathing. The bright stars are my eyes and my hair is so clear. It is a cloud hanging in the sky. The broad wind hovered under my armpits and chest, and the waves washed my ankles. Every god is stirring and spewing! There will be electric fire to make my thoughts dance with the snakes and dragons in the sky. My voice, Lei Zhen, suddenly awakens spring and life. There is nothing to think about, oh, nothing to compare, the inspiration of love, the power of love! Just like the rising sun sweeping through the fog of the field, the arrival of love is extraordinary, humble and all vulgarity encroach on the soul, which was originally bright Pingyang.
Didn't I say dead? I'm not afraid, I don't doubt, and I don't value this body; I use my time bravely. I said, use my time? God, I owe you all these years! Unaccompanied, I left my hometown, went to that lonely and deserted city, and learned to be an old farmer among the old farmers. I wear straw sandals, grow green mulberry and white kapok, get up before dawn, stir the mud in my hand and wear a sunny head. I worked, soaked with sweat, and resisted fatigue enthusiastically; But gradually, I find it interesting. I wrapped a handful of grass like a treasure, looked at my face in the mud, smeared it with mud, and had no shame in front of Frank's clouds! Nature is my enjoyment; I love Lin Qiu, I love the breeze blowing, I love the trembling of withered reeds in the cold night, the half-folded red leaves fall to the ground, and the crow's shadow invades the gap in the setting sun; What's more lovely is that the bell of the distant temple passes through the smoke of the hut, creating a quiet dusk! I know.
5. Xu Zhimo's love poems are accidental
I am a cloud in the sky.
Occasionally projected in your heart.
You don't have to be surprised.
Not to mention being lucky.
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea
You have yours, and I have my direction.
It's good that you remember.
You'd better forget
The light that shines on each other at this intersection.
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The Happiness of Snowflakes Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her visit in the garden-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Shian Nala Xu Zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Just like the shyness of the lotus outside the cool breeze,
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
6. The Last Day of Xu Zhimo's Love Poem
In the year when the spring breeze no longer came back,
When the dead branches are no longer green,
At that time, there was no light in the sky.
Only the dark devil smells.
The dead space of the sun, moon and starlight;
On the day when all standards are overturned,
When revaluing all values:
Exposed to the power of final judgment
All hypocrisy and vanity and vanity:
Naked souls fall before the Lord; ——
I love it, then you and I don't have to be proud anymore,
There is no need to complain, argue or hide.
You and my heart are like a snow-white ice love.