Prose Poems Thinking about Life

Xu Zhimo's selected poems bid farewell to Cambridge, and 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 in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken among floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; 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. Last spring, the peach blossom inserted obliquely in my bottle yesterday was a smile hanging on the beauty's cheek; Today, they all bowed their heads and changed their faces: red and white bodies hung upside down on green stripes. The wind and rain outside the window reported the fate of the last spring, and the death knell-like voice reminded me in the dark: "The flowers in your life bottle have also changed: Who will receive the gorgeous body?" Who's to blame for the broken poem? Who do you blame? Isn't it thundering in the blue sky? Close: lock; Dust on the tiles until tomorrow! Although the white stone steps are smooth, wait until tomorrow, alas, grass grows in the crevices and the green on the slate is full of berries! The fish in the sapphire jar under the porch is really a phoenix tail, but who else will change the water and fish for grass? Hey! Be sure to turn your eyes to the white belly three to five days ago, and you can't drift to death, so let the ice spectrum crush it! The most pitiful thing is that Ying Ge, with red mouth and green hair, was taught well by the empress and sang along with the flute. They are really spoiled. If you feed late, you will be called names and scolded. Now, call them! There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ..... I don't need a vast sky, and I don't want to put a huge paper owl in the sky to play tricks on the winds in all directions; I just want a minute, I just want a little light, I just want a crack-just like a child crawling in front of a dark room window, looking at an immortal crack on the western horizon, a little light, a minute. Shanghai and Hangzhou are anxious! Come on, come on! A cigarette, a mountain, a few clouds, a piece of water, a bridge, a muffled sound, a pine, a clump of bamboo, a piece of red leaves: colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear as a dream, vague, looming,-urge! Is it a wheel or time? Urging old Qiu, urging old age! On the day of dedication, you danced in the air, comfortable and light. You don't want to stay anywhere in the sky or anywhere on the earth. Your happiness is unrestrained. You are even more careless that there are first-class streams on the humble ground, although your bright colors touched his ethereal spirit when crossing the road, awakened him and embraced your beautiful image. What he holds tightly is only a dense sadness, because beauty can't stand still in the landscape; 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! Love roses, overwhelming red roses, last night's thunderstorm, it turned out to be your signal-how exquisite beauty! Your color is the mellow mash of my vision; I want to be near you, but I dare not. Youth! A few drops of white dew on your forehead bloom in the morning light. The smile on your face must have come from heaven; Unfortunately, the world is too vulgar to provide them with a chance to live forever. Your beauty is your destiny! I am approaching; Your charming colors and smells have conquered another soul-I am your prisoner! You smile there, I tremble here, and you have reached the peak of your life. You look down at your feet-a deep pool at the bottom of the sky: you stand by in the pool, I stand behind you, I am your prisoner. I'm smiling here! You were shivering there. Beauty is fate. I hold your bird in my hand: I love you, Ross! Color, fragrance, body, soul, beauty and fascination are all in my hands. I'm shivering here, you-laugh. Ross! I don't care about you, I love you! Petals, calyx, stamens, thorns, you, me-how happy! Stick together! A mass of scarlet, hands blurred by blood. Rose: I love you! I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you. I looked at the dark outdoor as if I were looking at the future, and my heart was blinded by my listening. Why haven't you come yet? I hope to allow flowers to bloom every second. I am waiting for your footsteps, your laughter, your face, your soft hair, and everything; I hope every second is passing.-Where are you? I want you to make my heart ache, I want you to smile like a flame, I want your flexible waist and the stars dancing in your hair. I am trapped in an intoxicating atmosphere, like an island, floating and sinking involuntarily between the waves of python green ... Oh, I am eager for your arrival, hoping that a magical haze will open the top of time! Why don't you come? You have a heart! You know, I know you know, it's a fatal blow that you don't come to me, killing Yangchun in my life, teaching the iron-solid darkness in the mine and oppressing my thoughts and breathing; Killing the poor bud of hope turned me into a prisoner, cruel with jealousy and sadness, shame and despair. This may be an illusion. This is an illusion. I believe that I am indeed an idiot; But I can't turn the directional rudder, and the wind and interest of Wanfang don't allow me to hesitate-I can't turn back, fate drives me! I also know that this is mostly the road to destruction, but for you, for you, I am willing to do anything; This is not only my passion, but also my only reason. Idiot! In order to touch a woman's heart, I want to break a fiber of life! Want to win, can win, at most, is a drop of her tears, her cold sneer; But I am willing, even if I pass the news of my death to a stubborn stone, she regards me as a mouse and an ant in the crypt, I am still willing! Obsessed with the truth is unconditional, and God can't bring back an infatuated heart, just as generals sometimes bring back soldiers who are on the verge of death. In vain, everything is in vain, there is no denying that you will not come, although my heart is burning with a raging fire, longing for everything about you, your hair, your smile, your hands and feet; No wishful thinking and prayer can shorten the distance between you and me by one inch! The twilight outside has condensed into the darkness of night, the branches are covered with ice and snow, and the birds have lost their songs. Silence is the universe in which people wear mourning clothes. The hands on the clock are constantly comparing mysterious gestures, such as pointing, sympathy and ridicule. Every touch sounds like the death knell of one's own heart. 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, with my light and beautiful body, I clung to her skirt and her gentle heart-melting, melting, melting-into her gentle heart. Occasionally, I am a cloud in the sky. Occasionally, I project on your heart-you don't have to be surprised, let alone happy-and disappear in a blink of an eye. You and I met in the dark sea, you have yours, I have mine, direction; You might as well remember, but you'd better forget the light released at this meeting! Shian Nora is the gentleness of bowing her head, just like the shyness of hibiscus, saying treasure, saying treasure, and there is sweet sadness in that treasure ── Shiana La! I have love for me-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 needles in the south-twinkling elves 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 reveal my frank mind and offer love to the stars in the daytime: whether life is illusion or reality, the earth exists or disappears-there are always stars in space! Heroes are like gods. This stone is a pile of thick and ugly stubborn stones. This lily is a beautiful color, but when the moonlight traces the shadow of flowers on the cracks in the stone, this thick and ugly stubborn stone also turns into charm. I am a bloated everyman, and hers is an unparalleled fairy in the world; But when love snuggled her in my arms, I became a hero like a god! This is a cowardly world. This is a cowardly world. No room for love, no room for love! Loosen your hair and show your feet; Come with me, dear! 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! Looking down my finger, there was a little blue star that day-an island with grass, flowers, beautiful animals and birds; Go to this brisk paradise-love, joy and freedom-and say goodbye to this world forever! 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. Build a wall. You and I must never profane this word. Don't forget to swear before God. I not only want your softest tenderness, but also wrap my heart like a banana coat forever; I want your love to be as strong as pure steel and build a wall in this flowing life; Let the autumn wind blow away the yellow leaves in the garden, and let termites rot the colorful wall for thousands of years; One day, lightning overturned the universe, but it could not overturn the freedom in the "love wall" between you and me!