1. Sentences to describe Xu Zhimo
Bing Xin said:
Zhimo is dead. He used his cleverness to survive an inhumane and dishonest act. Those who are welcomed by the general public have found a destination! I still say this, it is really difficult for God to be born with a genius, but it is heartbreaking to see the misfortune of a smart person.
Zhimo's poems are very powerful, but the mood tends to a destructive ending. Looking at the prose in his "Autopsy", "Flying", etc., it seems that they are his emotions when he was about to die. Especially in the poems, it can be seen that I do not believe in omens, but about the brewing in his heart over the past ten years, and the invisible The inevitable result of the despair and loneliness of the heart! It's too late to say anything after a person dies. I didn't say a single kind word to him when he was alive. His last words were what he said to me: "My heart, liver, and five internal organs are all broken. I have to go to your holy place to repent!" I didn't say anything. He and I were never friends, but now I pity him. He really failed to live up to his energy! When it comes to women, it’s hard to say whether “the woman mistook him?” or “he mistook the woman?” Zhimo is a butterfly, not a bee. He cannot get the benefits of women, but sacrifices them for the disadvantages of women.
——I’ll stop talking here!
Lin Huiyin said:
The poet Xu Zhimo’s mood is pure, his head is always raised so high, his chest is always so complete and sincere, and his arms always have so many unbreakable feelings. The courage to scratch.
Xu Zhimo has a foolish and sincere tendency throughout his life. He puts the complex emotions he has experienced into the boiler of his ideals and beliefs and burns them into a few melodious and sonorous words. , to satisfy his own instinctive artistic impulse, and the impulse for this emotion is even more unrealistic - or not entirely practical - pursuit.
Su Xuelin said:
Xu Zhimo, this talented poet is like a imaginative poet; this man who has been active in the literary world for only ten years has left many magnificent fruits that will never be forgotten. The poet; this poet with a particularly gentle temperament, who attracted, glued, and condensed people to him wherever he went, like a big magnet, unexpectedly died in a plane crash in November of the 20th year of the Republic of China. He was only 36 years old at the peak of Mount Tai's south.
Lin Yutang said in "Xinfeng Broken Arm Man·Postscript": "Zhimo is a talented person, and he is also a genius. He writes poetry and even prose. I can't stop reading poetry in vernacular, and I am the only one with Zhimo. Poetry."
Cai Yuanpei wrote an elegiac couplet for him: Conversations are poetry, actions are poetry, and life's journey is poetry. The meaning of poetry penetrates, and there is a paradise wherever you go; you can die by boat, but you can die by driving. You can die whether you are living or sleeping in a small room. Those who die by accident on a plane do not need to be regarded as fear of the road. 2. About Xu Zhimo’s poems
Xu Zhimo (1897~1931) modern poet and essayist. His name is Zhang Qu, and his pen names are Nanhu, Yunzhonghe, etc. A native of Haining, Zhejiang. 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 the United States to study banking. In 1921, he went to study in England and became a special student at Cambridge University in London, 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.
In 1921, he began to write new poems. After returning to the country in 1922, he published a large number of poems and essays in newspapers and periodicals. In 1923, he participated in the establishment of the Crescent Society. Join the Literary Research Society. In 1924, he co-founded the weekly "Modern Review" with Hu Shi, Chen Xiying and others, and served as a professor at Peking University. Indian Great Poetry% 3. A poem about Xu Zhimo
Eighteen poems by Sayang Nala - I remember the rising sun on the Fuso Sea, spread like gold on the Fuso Sea; I remember the islands on the Fuso Sea , floating like emeralds on the sea of ??fusang - Sayang Nala! 2. While sailing among the light fishing boats, leisurely, I saw a star of ancient fishing boats.
Like a group of carefree seabirds, resting their feathers and swimming in the dusk waves, Sayanara! · 3 This is a cemetery; whose cemetery takes up all the breeze, pine trees and flowing clouds in this mountain? What I will never forget is the beautiful tombstone and tomb inscription. There was also a clear and bright scene like the mountain breeze and pineapple in the tomb during my lifetime - Sayang Nala! (Kobe Yamanaka Cemetery) Listening to the wandering warblers in front of the wind, watching the broad-winged eagles piercing the floating clouds, I lean on an ancient pine book and meditate. "How can the people in the tomb share the same leisure as the person above the tomb? - Sha Yannara! (Kobe Yamanaka Makuen) Five health, happiness, madness, I envy you all cheering "Aroaaa"! I am glad that I participated in this rain of flowers all over the city, and the dancing butterflies, "Aroaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa another! "Roy!"! Sayang Nara (Osaka Noriju) Liu added the music in my dream - right now - the sound of clogs, crisp, fresh, and attentive, not to mention the gorgeous lamp shadows all over the street, the cheers in the lamp shadows Jumping, "Aroaaaa"! (Osaka Noriju) Seven is like the wind between the Three Gorges, the beauty of the continuous green mountains of the Hozu River; like the steepness between the Three Gorges, like a small boat caught in the mist. —— Sayang Nara! (The rapids of the Hojin River) The eight degrees of rapids are dangerous, and the clear waves are covered with beautiful shadows of green mountains. I support the long grass and stay in the heart of the waves, watching the leisurely fish in the waves. Group - Sayang Nala! (Same as above) Jiujing! Stop the sound of oars and listen to the loud joy in the green forest. Is it the thrush, is it like a drop of perfume, dripping into my heart? Bitter and thirsty soul - Sayang Nala! (Same as above) Ten "Uttas": Don't laugh at the madness of tourists, boat people, enjoy the tranquility of the mountains and rivers, drink a cup of "Shaji", friends, get drunk Scenery, "Uta, Uta"! The mountain spirit's rude singing voice - Sayanara! (Same as above) I don't know - there is no need to - these strange lyrics are like unsuccessful waves. Mooing in the cave, like an aging warrior telling his life experience in his prime, "Utah Utah"! I am full of reverie - Sayanara (same as above) Twelve That is a cuckoo! She embroidered a brocade belt, Winding at the green foot of the green mountains; Ah, her fragrance is also there in the blue waves, and her peach-like timidity is hidden in the blue waves - Sayang Nala! (Same as above) Thirteen but provide me with intoxication, Not only the fragrance of azaleas; even more delicate than the azaleas, the most unforgettable girl! 14. I admire the lightness of their bodies, their charm is natural, and I admire the smoothness of their colors! , as bright as a butterfly, as light as a nympho--Saya Nala! Fifteen live up to the ingenuity of the Creator. There is infinite hospitality in their movements; such as the freedom of the wind and the fragrance of flowers, I can't eat up their food. Smile and tenderness - Sayang Nala! Sixteen I am a night butterfly in the valley; taking shape in the grass, flying in the dark, I offer the beautiful gold powder on my wings, my love shines thousands of miles away. Bright star - Sayanara! Seventeen I am a drunken flower bee; I have drunk the fragrance, and I do not shy away from my arrogance. Now, on the way home, I want to praise my little voice. I once tasted that different kind of flower wine - Sayang Nala! The most tenderness of the eighteenth is the gentleness of bowing the head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze, saying "treasure", saying "treasure", that sound of "treasure" There is sweet sorrow in it
Sayanara. 4. Poems by Xu Zhimo
Butterfly Loves Flowers
Liu Yong
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the gloomy sky. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence.
I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
This is an ancient poem that I personally think is good~
Liangzhou Ling
Liu Yong
In my dream, the screen window is dawning, and the remaining lamp is hidden Then the sky shines. Because of the lingering pain of thinking about people and things, the sadness of separation and the hatred of separation, when will there be no limit?
Deep pity is definitely a sign of being small-minded, which often leads to troubles. How much sadness can you feel in your life? The moon is not long and round, and the spring scenery is easy to grow old.
Qingpingle
Yanshu
The small characters on the red paper say everything about business. The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It’s hard to convey this feeling of melancholy.
The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hook. I don’t know where the human face is. The green wave is still flowing eastward.
Jade House Spring
Yan Shu
Changting Road with green poplars and fragrant grass is easy to get to when you are young. There is a lingering dream at the top of the building at five o'clock, and the flowers at the bottom are sad about the March face.
Ruthlessness is not as painful as passion, an inch is like thousands of strands. When the ends of the earth are endless, there is only endless love.
Dielianhua
Su Shi
The flowers faded to red, green and apricot. When swallows fly, green water surrounds people. There are few willow trees blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!
The swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women smiling inside the wall. The laughter gradually becomes quieter and quieter, but the sentimental one is annoyed by the ruthlessness.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
Qin Guan
The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
Nan Kezi
Zhong Shu
Ten miles away from the green mountains, the tide flat road carries sand. Several birds chirp and complain about the years, and it is a desolate time again, at the end of the world.
The white dew collects the waning moon, and the breeze disperses the dawn clouds. Asked the lotus in Luyangdi Lake: Remember that person who sold wine in the new year?
Nanxiangzi
Nanxiangzi and Yang Yuanyu moved to Mizhou
Su Shi
Dongwu looked at Yuhang, the sea of ??clouds The sky is two miles away. When he became successful and famous, he returned to his hometown and accompanied his father thirty thousand times with drunken laughter.
There is no need to complain about drinking. There is no need to drink too much. Tonight, the lights are cold when I send you home. On the river pond, the sheep is crying, but his surname is Yang.
Linjiang Immortal
Yan Jidao
After the dream, the tower is high and locked,
The curtain is low when you are sober.
Last year spring came with regret.
The fallen flower man is independent,
The little swift bird flies together.
I remember the first time Xiaoping met,
The double heart word Luo Yi.
The pipa strings speak of lovesickness.
The bright moon was there at that time,
It once illuminated the colorful clouds. 5. Poems about Xu Zhimo
Softly I left,
Just as I came softly;
I waved softly,
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Be a farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river,
are the bride in the sunset,
the beautiful shadow in the ripples,
in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant 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 elm trees,
is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
crushed among the floating algae,
sedimented Dreaming like a rainbow.
Looking for a dream? Take a pole on a long pole,
Sail upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boat full of stars,
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 today Late Cambridge!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
I will not take them away. A cloud.
Both sentences are correct, but one is at the beginning of the poem and the other is at the end of the poem 6. What is the relationship between Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin
In modern times In the history of literature, the three words "Lin Huiyin" seem to exist and are resounding because of the three words "Xu Zhimo". I got to know Lin Huiyin because of my reading of Xu Zhimo, and then I got to know Liang Sicheng because of Lin Huiyin. I believe that most readers are the same as me. In this way, Liang Sicheng's head is shrouded in a certain tragedy, which makes me feel a little sympathetic.
(In fact, as the eldest son of Liang Qichao, Liang Sicheng was the founder of Chinese architecture after 1949. The most famous contemporary architecture department, the Department of Architecture of Tsinghua University, was founded by Liang Sicheng. But because he did not engage in literature, his name Few people know this, for the same reason that Li Siguang is not as famous as Qian Zhongshu)
Xu Zhimo also came from a prominent family, which is now said to be a capitalist family. His father, Xu Shenru, was a wealthy man in Xiashan Town, Zhejiang Province. He ran a bank and was a famous banker. According to his father's wishes, Xu Zhimo should pass on his father's business from son to son. Therefore, when he went to study in the West, he studied economics. But soon he felt that economics had nothing to do with him. He often interacted with writers, and gradually lost sight of economics. Soon he dropped out of school and traveled around Europe and the United States. In London, I heard that the famous calligrapher and poet Lin Changmin was here, so I came to ask for advice. Unexpectedly, I met Lin Huiyin and fell in love immediately. This provided more research topics for later researchers of literary history.
When he met Lin Huiyin, Xu Zhimo was already the father of a two-year-old child. At the age of 24, he was eight years older than Lin Huiyin and was an elder brother. At that time, his wife Zhang Youyi and their children came to London. After Xu Zhimo launched many fierce offensives, Lin Huiyin's seemingly solid defense line finally broke. She said to him: I am not a woman with casual feelings. You must make a choice between me and Zhang Youyi. Romantic Xu Zhimo immediately went home and told Zhang Youyi that he was planning to divorce. Although Zhang Youyi felt it was too sudden, she still treated the matter rationally and immediately took her children to study abroad in Germany. (When Xu Shenru heard that his son treated his wife like this, he angrily announced that he had severed the relationship between father and son, stopped providing food, and handed over the bank business and property to Zhang Youyi. After that, the eldest son of the Xu family relied on his own hands to support himself. Zhang Youyi His eldest brother is Zhang Junmai, a prominent political figure in the early Republic of China, and his second brother Zhang Jia'ao was the president of the government's Central Bank at that time.) Lin Huiyin became a third party, and the consequences of this intervention were serious. In fact, Xu Zhimo also became the third party, because Lin Huiyin was also engaged to Liang Sicheng at that time. What is very interesting is that as the father, Lin Changmin actually agreed with the love between his daughter and Xu Zhimo, forgetting that he had already betrothed his daughter to the eldest son of the Liang family.
However, Lin and Xu's good times did not last long, because Lin Changmin's European tour ended soon, and she had to return to China with her father. By the time Xu Zhimo rushed back to China, Lin Huiyin was already engaged to Liang Sicheng. Xu Zhimo is a student of Liang Qichao. In front of the teacher, what else can he do except restrain himself? But before meeting Lu Xiaoman, Xu had always missed Lin and was always a frequent visitor to Liang and Lin's home.
Liang and Lin often had conflicts after studying in the United States. When they were intense, Lin wrote to Xu Zhimo in China. Because of this, Xu Zhimo always had illusions about Lin. Liang and Lin Xuecheng taught at Northeastern University after returning to China. Later, due to Lin's poor health, he spent some time recuperating in Xishan, Beijing, without Liang around. During this period, Xu often went to Xishan to visit Lin. Because of such an experience, later researchers always thought that the relationship between Xu and Lin had gone beyond the limits, but no one could provide evidence. Therefore, the extent of Xu and Lin's relationship is probably still an unresolved matter. Soon, Xu met a married woman, Lu Xiaoman, at a dance in Beijing. Xu stepped in again and married Lu. Xu was not happy after his marriage, or even very unhappy, and often confided in his friends, mainly Hu Shi, Lin Huiyin, and Ling Shuhua, until he was killed in 1931. Lin wrote two articles in memory of Xu in 1931 and 1934 respectively, showing his true feelings.
It should be said that Xu Zhimo’s influence on Lin Huiyin was huge. Without Xu Zhimo, Lin Huiyin would not be engaged in literature. When they first met in London, Xu often wrote poems to Lin. Lin's son Liang Congjie said in "Collected Works of Lin Huiyin" that Lin Huiyin once told his children personally that Xu wrote many poems for Lin, the most famous However, when we look at the poem "Accidental" now, it doesn't seem like it was written to Lin, because Xu has never been so free and easy about Lin's existence. Of course, without Xu's influence, Lin's achievements in architecture may have been much greater. She had a wide range of interests and failed to leave a masterpiece in any aspect. 7. Poems about Xu Zhimo
1. As I walk, I fall apart, and the memories fade away; as I look, I feel tired, and the stars dim; as I listen, I feel When I woke 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 other people's 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. 3. 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 someone you’ve owned before, or even ask you to love me. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years.
ps: ··· I will never be so brave again in my life, for you... 4. One person’s indifference plus another person’s difficulties, one person’s loyalty plus another person’s deception , One person's dedication is coupled with another person's plunder, one person's faith is coupled with 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 don't want to, 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.
I suddenly 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 injuries, and no one can hide without being found by pain. But I have been foolishly expecting, and then being disappointed, expecting again, and being disappointed again.
7. Habit, insomnia, habit 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.
Having the habit of eating salty food, getting used to the salt in 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.
ps: You go, I have to get used to being alone. 8. Who can't express his emotions, who pretends to be brave in a strange room, who is afraid of rotting at night, and lets his breathing suddenly become wild, love first, block this pair of shoulders away from regret, love first, it looks like a pair of wings Hiding and hiding, it’s already dark, love first. People don’t understand. Once you are dissatisfied with your desires, love first, then be sentimental, then settle, then settle... 9. I’m used to waiting, so I can’t resist standing back in the cycle of reincarnation. The origin 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 missing 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. 11. 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. Regret when you lose, why didn't you catch it.
In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake.
Knowing that you are waiting for a happiness that you don’t know will come... 12. You may love many people, but only one person can make you smile the brightest and cry the saddest.
To me - everyone should smile brightly, but I don’t know who gives me the brightest smile. Crying is common.
But I don’t understand sadness. Who makes me sad the most. It's just that my heart hurts too much... I didn't feel the pain anymore after that.
I can’t remember clearly those mottled lights and shadows. 13. I like a piece of music at a certain time, and I miss a certain period of time when I listen to a piece of music.
The palm prints of sitting in one period of time and missing another period of time. How did you feel when you listened to that song? Did we meet at that time? Was it an encounter or a miss? Or, an encounter with no ending? 14. Beginning of winter.
Xiao Xue. Heavy snow.
Winter Solstice. Osamu.
Big Cold. In the lonely winter when I can't meet another lonely person.
Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone, watching the whole world carnival. People walk 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 can never meet you.
15. If you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy; if you miss me, or not, my love is there, never coming or going; you love me, or you don’t love me. Me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing; whether you follow me or not, my hand is in your hand, never give up. 16. The world was once upside down in black and white, but now it returns to brilliant colors. The world once lost its voice, but now you are singing with me.
Darkness covers the left hand at night, and the left hand covers the right hand. The fingers that once held hands are clasped together alone at night.
The wind blows the sand into a desert, and you wait for me, waiting for ten long years of meditation. You are a legend in the world, you are the only one in the world.
You made me spend my entire youth looking for you. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. His and Her Hide.
Start... 17. When a person is indulged in a fantasy, he will regard the fantasy as a vague taste and as real wine. You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from another kind of drunkenness.
18. Some women. It will make people feel that no one in the world would be willing to treat her badly.
However, this woman. She just couldn't get what she had been hoping for.
19. Facing is not necessarily the saddest thing. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy.
Getting it may not last long.