Xu Zhimo’s poems about lovesickness

1. What are the classic poems written by Xu Zhimo about "Missing in the Rain"

"Whispers"

Autumn rain falls on a first-class cool autumn pool,

In a haggard autumn willow,

On a timid autumn branch,

On an autumn leaf that is about to turn yellow,

Listen He chirped affectionately,

Whispering about the love affairs and love poems of Sanqiu,

When he came, he gently brushed him into the autumn halo of the autumn water,

A whirlpool and a half, following the autumn flow.

The whispers of the autumn rain, the sentiments of the three autumns, the plots of love poems,

also fell into the autumn halo of the autumn water and autumn waves,

swirling and turning, Follow the autumn flow.

Among the four seasons of the year, autumn is often the most bleak in poets' writings. The bleak cold wind and the fallen leaves drifting in the wind inspired melancholy emotions and a surge of inner peace. The autumn whispers flowing out of Xu Zhimo's writings are melancholy and melancholy. The feelings of the past are pouring out from the bottom of my heart again, yesterday's joy, today's memories; yesterday's sadness, today's melancholy; yesterday's eyes and smiles, today's bitter taste... Autumn is the season of farewell, and it is also a time of memories. Season...

Xu Zhimo (January 15, 1897 - November 19, 1931), a modern poet and essayist. His original name was Zhang Qu and his courtesy name was Qian Sen. He changed his name to Zhimo when he was studying in England. Pen names that have been used: Nanhu, Shizhe, Haigu, Gu, Dabing, Yunzhonghe, Xianhe, Delete Wo, Xinshou, Huanggou, Eer, etc. Xu Zhimo is a representative poet of the Crescent School and a member of the Crescent Poetry Society.

He graduated from Hangzhou No. 1 Middle School in 1915 and studied at Shanghai Hujiang University, Tianjin Beiyang University and Peking University. In 1918, he went to Clark University in the United States to study banking. He graduated in ten months with a bachelor's degree and a first-class honors award. In the same year, he transferred to graduate school at Columbia University in New York and entered the Department of Economics. In 1921, he went to study in England and became a special student at Cambridge University, studying political economics. During his two years in Cambridge, he was deeply influenced by Western education and influenced by European and American Romanticism and Aesthetic poets. It established its romantic poetic style. Crescent Society was established in 1923. In 1924, he was appointed professor of Peking University. In 1926, he served as professor at Guanghua University, Daxia University and Nanjing Central University (renamed Nanjing University in 1949). In 1930, he resigned from his posts in Shanghai and Nanjing. At the invitation of Hu Shi, he once again became a professor at Peking University and a professor at Beijing Women's Normal University. Died in a plane crash on November 19, 1931. Representative works include "Farewell Cambridge" and "A Night in the Emerald Green". 2. Xu Zhimo’s love poems

1. As I walk, I fall apart, and the memories fade; as I look, I feel tired, and the stars dim; as I listen, I wake up , I started to complain; when I turned around, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was confused. 2. My world is too quiet, so quiet that I can hear my own heartbeat. The blood in the atrium slowly flows back to the ventricle, and so on. Smart people like to guess others' hearts. They may guess other people's hearts correctly, but they also lose their own. Foolish people who like to give love may be deceived, but they may not be able to get others' love. You thought I was invulnerable, I thought you were invulnerable to all poisons. 3. At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone, not asking for results, not asking for companionship, not asking for someone you once owned, not even asking you to love me, just asking for meeting you in my most beautiful years. 4. One person's indifference plus another person's hardship, one person's loyalty plus another person's deception, one person's contribution plus another person's plunder, one person's faith plus another person's perfunctory. Love is one person plus another person, but one plus one does not equal two, just like you plus me do not equal us. This kind of feeling is called love... If you forget to wake up, then I would rather close your eyes first. 5. When you say you are not good, I feel pain, and it hurts so much that I don’t know how to comfort you. When you say you are drunk, I feel pain, and it hurts so much that I can’t control myself, and my thoughts are confused. My language is too pale, but my heart aches because of every word you say. Too many things I can't do, I can't do as I wish, I want to leave, leave this you who makes me hurt. Turning around, it’s too difficult to fall in love with someone else. I only care about feeling sorry for you. I forget to leave. Time and time again, I’m used to it, used to having you, and used to feeling sorry for everything about you. 6. Many past events have become so blurry in front of my eyes. What I once firmly believed in, what I believed in so persistently, and what I have always believed in are actually nothing and nothing. Suddenly I realized that I was very stupid, extremely stupid. I swear, I laughed so much that I cried tears of laughter. Laugh at us for being so stupid. We are always repeating some hurts, and no one can hide without being found by pain. But I have been foolishly expecting, and then I am disappointed, and I am expecting again, and I am disappointed again. 7. Get used to, insomnia, get used to the silent night, lying in bed looking at the ceiling, thinking of your light blue clothes. Habit, sleeping partner, habit of being alone in a room, holding a stuffed bear, sleeping alone. The habit of eating salty food, the salt of getting used to the wound, spreads little by little in my heart.

Get used to looking at the sky, getting used to sitting alone in the well of love and reading poems about you.

8. Who can’t express his emotions, who pretends to be brave in a strange room, who is afraid of rotting at night, and allows his breathing to suddenly become wild, love first and remove a little regret from this pair of shoulders, Love first, it looks like a pair of wings to hide and hide, it is already dark, love first, people don’t understand that once the desire is not satisfied, love first, then be sentimental, then calculate, then calculate... 9. I am used to waiting, so, in reincarnation I couldn't resist and stood back to the starting point of waiting. I don't know how long I have to wait to see an answer; I don't know how long I can wait for a result? Missing is very powerless, that's because I can't see the result of missing. Perhaps, longing does not require results, it just proves that someone has existed in my heart. Is it possible to give longing a certificate to prove that it once existed? 10. A person's world is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own breathing and heartbeat. When you are cold, buy yourself a coat; when you are hungry, buy yourself a piece of bread; when you are sick, give yourself a strength; when you fail, give yourself a goal; when you fall, get up in pain and give yourself a tolerant attitude. Smile, yes, I am always alone, you have never been here, and I have never appeared in your world 3. Modern poems about missing your lover

Xu Zhimo’s poems expressing missing your lover

The carousel is the cruelest game,

Chasing each other but there is an eternal distance

Face to face , not necessarily the saddest. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy.

Getting it may not last long.

Losing does not necessarily mean you no longer have it.

Don’t fall in love wrongly because of loneliness,

Don’t fall in love wrongly because of loneliness.

Whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy;

Whether you miss me or not, my love is there There, it doesn’t come or go;

You love me or you don’t love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing

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You follow, or If you don't follow me, my hand is in yours, and I won't give up.

Beginning of winter. Snow. Heavy snow. winter solstice. Osamu. Big cold.

In the lonely winter when you can’t meet the second lonely person.

Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone, watching the whole world carnival.

People walked hand in hand at the amusement park.

He is her only one. I am unique to all.

The world is full of opportunities for us to meet.

But I have never been able to meet you.

It seems that I am used to waiting, and I simply think that waiting will come.

But while waiting, I missed the happiness that can lead to happiness.

I regret when I lose, why I didn’t catch it.

In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake.

One person’s loyalty plus another person’s deception,

One person’s dedication plus another person’s plunder,

One person’s faith plus another person’s plunder Another person's perfunctoryness.

Love is one person plus another person.

However, one plus one does not equal two.

Just like you plus me, it is not the same. Not equal to us.

This kind of feeling is called love...

If you forget to wake up, then I would rather close your eyes first.

At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone.

Don’t ask for results, don’t ask for companionship, don’t ask for what you once had.

I don’t even ask you to love me, I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years. 4. Modern poems about missing my lover

1. Teach me how to miss her?

Author: Liu Bannong

There are some light clouds floating in the sky,

There is a slight breeze blowing on the ground.

Ah!

The breeze blew my hair,

Teach me how to miss her?

The moonlight is in love with the ocean,

The ocean is in love with the moonlight.

Ah!

Such a honey-like silver night,

How can I miss her?

The fallen flowers on the water surface flow slowly,

The fish swim slowly under the water.

Ah!

Swallow, what did you say?

Teach me how to miss her?

Dead trees sway in the cold wind,

Wildfires burn in the dusk.

Ah!

There is still some lingering clouds in the west.

Tell me how to miss her?

2. Think about it very much

Author: Ao Xuefeng

Think about it very much

Become your mobile phone

We can be together every day

Put me in the palm of your hand

Carry it in your trouser pocket

Never leave me for a moment

I miss you so much

Become your mobile phone

Fall in love and know each other

Let the years pass like paper

You are crazy about me

Forever and ever

I miss you so much

I really want to be your mobile phone

Keep the beauty of the world

Share warm memories

Every story

Everything turned into poetry

3. Do you still remember that winter?

Author: Hongyi

Do you still remember that winter?

Shanghai Piao Piao Snowflakes

Blooming dreams

Decorating the memories of two people

Standing under the southern sky

Looking at you from a distance

The handwriting carefully engraved in the snow

moistens the eyes locked on the screen

Time

Still in waiting

How many winters have I gone through along the way

But your footprints are missing

I always think of distance

I can’t shake my infatuation

Time

cannot fade the memory

In the end

I still missed one season after another

Maybe

Missing it is the most perfect

4. Monologue

Author: Qin Zihao

I say to the ocean: I miss you

The ocean should I

With the soft sound of the tide

I say to the forest: I miss you

The forest replies to me

With the sweet song of birds

I said to the starry sky: I miss you

The starry sky answered me

With the sound of the quiet night

I said to the valley: I I miss you

The valley returns to me

With the roar of the stream

I pour out my thoughts to you

You are like a stone statue

Silence should not be used

If silence is your sadness

You know this sadness

It hurts my heart the most

5. When I miss you

Author: Xiao Feng

Use my deep thoughts

Hold up rays of sunshine

Gently Store it in your heart

When the spring breeze sways the leaves

When the melodious notes are floating

I will bring you the most cheerful singing

On windy and rainy days

I will set up a seven-color rainbow

to protect you from wind and rain

On snowy days

I will quietly spread sunshine

to every corner of your body

Warm your long-lasting memories in the cold winter

Miss you

I look up at the blue sky

Put my thoughts in the sunshine

No matter where you go

you can always receive them Hope

I want the sunshine to accompany you forever

Even in the dark night

I will pick a ray of sunshine to shine on you

On the journey of your life

Spread warmth and light all the way. 5. What is Xu Zhimo’s poem about missing his hometown?

Homesickness

Yu Guangzhong

When I was a child, homesickness was like a small stamp,

I am on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

When I grow up, nostalgia is a narrow ticket,

I am on this end, and the bride is on the other end.

Later! Nostalgia is a short grave,

I am outside and my mother is inside.

But now, homesickness is like a shallow strait,

I am at this end, and the mainland is at the other end.

Different

Hometown

look like an old cow

Bring the taste of hometown

over and over again

Rumination 6. There is a sentence in Xu Zhimo's poem: "I want to see your face,

I'm waiting for you

Xu Zhimo

I am waiting for you

I look at the dusk outdoors

as if looking at the future,

My heart is blinded.

Why don’t you come?

Let me bloom in every second. Watching your steps,

Your smile, your face,

Your soft hair,

Watching everything about you;

Hope in every second

Death - where are you?

I want you, you want me to feel pain in my heart,

I want your flaming smile,

I want your flexible waist,

Your hair has flying stars in the corners of your eyes;

I am trapped in intoxication. In the atmosphere,

is like an island,

floating involuntarily among the python-green waves...

Oh, I desperately want to

I look forward to your arrival

That magical flower blooms at the top of time!

Why don’t you come? How cruel!

You know it, I know you know it,

This is a fatal blow to me,

Kill me in my life. The first burst of sunshine,

taught the darkness as solid as the iron in the mine,

oppressed my thoughts and breathing;

killed the poor young hope. Bud,

handed me over, like a prisoner, to

jealousy and sorrow, raw shame

and the cruelty of despair

<. p> This may be madness.

I believe that I am mad;

But I cannot turn the rudder of a direction.

All the winds in the world don’t allow me to hesitate——

I can’t look back, fate is driving me!

I also know that this is probably the direction

The road to destruction, but

For you, for you,

I am willing to do anything;

This is not only my passion,

My only rationality says the same.

Crazy! I want to break the fiber of a life

just to touch a woman’s heart!

What you want to win, what you can win, is at most

her tear,

her indifferent sneer;

But I am willing, even if

the news of my pink body is passed to

a stubborn stone, she regards me as

a rat in the burrow , a worm,

I am still willing!

Being crazy to the point of being true is unconditional.

Even God cannot change one.

A heart that is obsessed with determination is like a general

Sometimes soldiers who were on the verge of death were recalled.

In vain, everything is in vain,

Your absence is an undeniable fact,

Although there is a burning fire in my heart,

Hungry for everything about you,

Your hair, your smile, your hands and feet;

Any fantasy and prayer

Can't shorten the distance between you and me by an inch

The dusk outdoors has faded

Condensed into the darkness of the night,

Ice and snow hang on the branches,

The birds have gone away Their chirping,

silence is the universe that uniformly wears filial piety.

The needles on the clock are constantly comparing

Mysterious gestures, like pointing,

Like sympathy, like ridicule,

Every time I am touched, I hear it as

the death knell of my own heart

buried alive.