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. 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.
3. Xu Zhimo's Love Poems I remember that Hu Shi recorded a letter written by Xu Zhimo to Liang Qichao in his article "Mourning Xu Zhimo". There is such a sentence in the letter: "I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people; I am lucky to get it; No, my life, nothing more. " Finally, there is a poem in "Bian Kungang", which was written by him and Lu Xiaoman, and "Accidental", which is said to be Mo Chi's favorite poem. The full text is as follows:
I am a cloud in the sky.
Occasionally projected into your heart-
You don't have to be surprised.
No need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant. ?
You and I met in the dark sea.
You have your own, I have my own, direction. ?
It's good that you remember.
You'd better forget it
The light that meets and releases here! ?
Zhimo is a cloud floating between his first wife Zhang Youyi, his beloved Lin Weiyin and his lover Lu Xiaoman. Also, I have Liang Sicheng, Xu Zhimo and Jin in my life. Liang Sicheng and Lu Xiaoman later fell in love again. Only Zhang Youyi and Jin, this feeling will never change. Gold is for fruitless love and lifelong loneliness.
4. 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. Peel off layers of lotus by hand, watch seagulls fly by in front of you, and endure 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 tight-unless it's 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 mid-air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-ah, she smelled 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 many green onions on it, and Lei Feng can't be seen anymore. Lei Feng has collapsed into 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.
5. Xu Zhimo's Love Poems I remember that Hu Shi recorded a letter written by Xu Zhimo to Liang Qichao in his article "Mourning Xu Zhimo". There is such a sentence in the letter: "I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people; I am lucky to get it; No, my life, nothing more. "
Finally, there is a poem in Bian Kungang, which was written by him and Lu Xiaoman. Accidental is said to be Chi Mo's favorite poem. The full text is as follows: I am a cloud in the sky. Occasionally projected in your mind-you don't have to be surprised. No need to be happy- It disappeared in an instant.
? You and I met in the dark sea. You have your own, I have my own, direction. ? It's good that you remember. You'd better forget it The light that meets and releases here! ? Zhimo is a cloud floating between his first wife Zhang Youyi, his beloved Lin Weiyin and his lover Lu Xiaoman.
Also, I have Liang Sicheng, Xu Zhimo and Jin in my life. Liang Sicheng and Lu Xiaoman later fell in love again.
Only Zhang Youyi and Jin, this feeling will never change. Gold is for fruitless love and lifelong loneliness.
6. 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. So far, it's endless. 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: 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 didn't show any 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.
7. Xu Zhimo's love poems bid farewell to 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 beautiful shadow of the bride in the sunset, rippling in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe River, I would like to be a pool under the shade of aquatic plants, not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky broken among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Supporting a long pole, wandering to a greener place on the grass, loading a boat with starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight, but I can't sing, just a farewell flute quietly; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. (1) was written in 1928 1 1.6, originally published in New Moon Monthly192812.0810, and signed by Xu Zhimo.
The happiness of snowflake-if I were a snowflake, flying in mid-air, I would know my direction-fly, fly, fly-there is my direction on this ground. Don't go to cold valleys, lonely foothills and lonely streets-fly, fly, fly-you see, I have my direction! Juanjuan danced in mid-air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-ah, she smelled 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! This is a cowardly world-this is a cowardly world: no love, no love! Loosen your hair and show your feet; Come with me, my love, abandon this world and die for our love! I hold your hand, love, you follow me; Let thorns pierce our feet, let hail break our heads, you follow me, I will hold your hand, escape from the cage and restore our freedom! Come with me, dear! The world has fallen on our backs-look, isn't this a white sea? White sea, white sea, infinite freedom, I fell in love with you! Follow my finger, there is a little star in the blue that day-it is an island with grass, flowers, beautiful animals and birds; Get on this canoe and go to the ideal heaven-love, joy and freedom-and bid farewell to this world forever! I came to the Yangtze River to buy a lotus-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 recalled its tenderness:-The curtain that didn't roll up in front of the steps covered the childlike 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 is soft: ④ You are mine! I still hold you tightly-⑤ unless it's the sky-⑤ But who can imagine that day? ⑦ (1) This poem was originally published in Amy Xiaozha's Diary of Zhimo on September 9, 925. ② The word "dragon" is "red" at the time of publication.
(3) The "concentricity" in the diary is "vanishing". There is no ":"in the diary.
⑤ The "-"in the diary is ";" ⑥ —— It is ","in the diary. The sentence in the diary is "but I can't imagine that day!" At the end of the article, there is "Shanghai-Nanjing Road on September 4th".
Pipa in the deep alley in the middle of the night-awakened from sleep by it again, pipa in the middle of the night! Whose sorrow is it, whose finger is it, like a biting wind, like a bitter rain, like a fallen flower. Late at night, when I fell asleep, I stirred up a string to urge me to play at the corner of the palace merchant, and a waning moon hung on the willow tip in the middle of the night. Ah, the waning moon is like a broken hope to him. He wears a flowered hat on his head. (1) was written in1May, 926. The first edition was inscribed in the 8th issue of Morning Post Supplement on May 20th of the same year, with the signature Shi Ma Haiyun, a "girl, single girl, why do you miss the seaside at dusk? -Girl, go home, girl! " "Oh no; I won't go home, I love the night wind blowing: "-on the beach, in the twilight, there is a girl-wandering, wandering." Girl, girl, why are you wandering in this deserted sea? Girl, go home, girl! " "Oh no; You listen to me, the sea, I sing, and you say, "Under the starlight and the cool wind, the girl's voice is swaying gently-singing high and singing low."
Three "girls, bold girls! There was darkness that day, and a bad storm came in an instant-girl, go home, girl! " "Oh no; Watch me dance in the air, imitating a seagull without waves: "-in the dark, on the beach, a slim figure rotates-dancing, dancing." Listen, anger of the sea, girl, go home, girl! Look, the wild waves, girl, go home, girl! " "Oh no; Haibo can't swallow me, I love the turbulence of the sea! "In the tide, in the waves, ah, a flustered Harmo girl, wasted, wasted.
Miss Wubo, where is it, girl? Where's your loud voice? Where is your graceful figure? Where, ah, brave girl? "The night engulfed the splendor, and there was no light at the seaside; The tide engulfed the beach, and there were no girls on the beach-no girls! (1) This poem was published in the August 1925 issue of Morning News. Traveling in the clouds-on that day, you wandered freely and lightly in the air. 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 passing by, awakened him and hugged your beautiful image tightly.
What he holds tightly is a dense sadness, because it can't stand still in the beautiful scenery; He wants you to fly across Qian Shan.
8. What are Xu Zhimo's classic love poems?
Goodbye, Cambridge.
My heart is full of feelings of parting,
You are my rare confidant. I used to
Say goodbye to my parents in my hometown and go to the Pacific Ocean.
(Counting one autumn and two autumn, it has passed four degrees.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, wanderers were overseas, in America and Europe)
Keywords fuso style, banana situation in Honolulu,
The calm sea expands my mind and spirit,
Now it's all mountains and rivers in the dream.
Gloomy, at the bottom of my spiritual home;
My mother's tears of parting, her weak hands.
Send the color of the towel to the pulsator,
Salty sea breeze, elegant seabird attachment,
This is a treasure in my memory, and every time I
I couldn't help crying when I pressed it, so I thought
Li came home and curled up in his mother's arms again.
Reply to my beloved happiness;
Every time I think about how hard I have worked in my life,
How many sacrifices, just a waste of money,
I have been running for four years, after all, I am learning by name.
On the road of knowledge, I picked several flowers and plants.
On the mountain of truth, climb several peaks,
Have you ever heard Tian Jun's wonderful music, colorful red,
But remember? -But what should I say?
I am proud of the civilization of tall buildings and high-speed cars.
Never erased my soul, today.
I am an antique, with a strong bridge shadow.
You can still meet each other calmly and say goodbye.
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 and hide,
Your heart and mine are like snow-white ice love,
On the green stem of love, you are beautiful, happy and beautiful.
Before God, love is the only glory.
I'd rather be a fallen leaf,
Let the rain fall everywhere;
Or a cloud,
Under the clear blue sky,
No longer connected with the earth.
But grab that sad sign,
To touch the disappointment that has not landed;
Twilight, night shift, tiptoe,
Everything is empty, without tenderness;
Forget the existence of this world; Have you;
Mourn for those who have loved;
Falling like a fallen flower,
Forget the emotions in these tears.
Nothing will be left until that day comes,
In less than an instant, a gust of wind,
You must also forget me,
I live in this world.
I am waiting for you.
I looked at the dim light outside,
Just like looking to the future,
My heart shook my ears.
Why haven't you come yet?
I want you to make my heart ache,
I want you to smile like a flame,
Want your flexible waist,
I want you to put a flying star in the corner of your eye,
I fell into a drunken atmosphere,
Like an island,
Floating and sinking involuntarily in the vast green waves. ...
To touch a woman's heart!
If you want to win, you can win at most.
A tear of hers
Her heart ached,
Unexpectedly, I made a half-hearted sneer;
But I am willing, even if
The news of my pink body has arrived
Her heart seemed to spread.
A stubborn stone, she regards me as
A mouse in the cellar, a bug
I still want to!