Xu Zhimo's classic poem 1 Winter in the north is winter.
Land and sky full of yellow sand and desert;
Bare branches, stir the north wind hard first-
Teams of athletes who dare to die stand proudly in front of the war!
Not a trace of green, not a trace of attachment,
Only spell bare bones and muscles; Xu zhimo's classic poems,
Frost whip, snow fist and wind sword that can resist three winters,
Until Chunyang conquered Xiao Sha, loneliness and pain,
Straight to the spring sunshine opens the cage of life and releases a fresh tree head!
Seeing the effect of struggle from endurance to patience, athletes will go home with a smile!
Winter in the north is winter!
Land and sky full of yellow sand;
A sleepy bull in the field,
Draw a few lines of sad geese on the western horizon.
Xu zhimo's classic poem 2 1. Deep alley at night.
Woke up from sleep by it again,
Midnight pipa
Whose sorrow is this,
Whose finger is this,
Like a sad wind,
Like a tragic rain,
Like a falling flower,
Late at night,
When I fell asleep here,
Pluck the strings,
Blowing the horn of the court merchant,
In the middle of the night, on the deserted street,
There is a broken moon hanging on the willow tip.
Ah, it's losing money in half a month,
Like his broken hope,
He is wearing a flowered hat.
Wearing chains,
Jumping wildly on the road of time,
Laughing wildly,
It's over, he said. Blow up your lamp,
She waited on the other side of the grave,
Waiting for your kiss,
Waiting for your kiss,
Waiting for you to kiss!
Step 2 bid farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is 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,
Don't take away a cloud.
3. Wait for the cuckoo not to come under the moon
Look at the quiet bridge shadow once,
Count the ripples of mother of pearl,
I warmed the moss on the stone fence,
Moss cools my heart;
Moon, you quit school, and the bride is ashamed.
Cover with brocade, your head is shining,
You were here last night,
May I ask her permission to come tonight?
Listen to the bells of the village temple tower in the distance,
Like light waves in a dream,
Worried about the ebb and flow of the tide,
A lonely boat drifting vaguely and stumbling!
Sparkling, deep night, long thoughts.
Where is my dear friend,
The wind is blowing, the willows are floating and the money is fighting.
The unforgettable sound of spring.
4. by accident
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected to the center of your wave-
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!
5. "Shiannora's song-a gift for Japanese girls"
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
6. the happiness of snowflakes
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-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to 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!
Written on 19241February 30th.
Step 7 whisper
Autumn rain is next to the first-class cold autumn water.
In a gaunt autumn willow,
On the cowardly autumn branches,
On a yellow autumn leaf,
Listen to him kiss and kiss,
Whispering about Sanqiu's affairs and love stories,
Finally, I gently brushed him down in the private halo of autumn eyes and turned a whirlpool and a half.
Follow Qiushui.
This autumn whisper, autumn romance, love poem plot,
The autumn halo that has fallen into the autumn water, a vortex and a half turn,
Xu zhimo's classic poem 3 childlike dreams!
Silence, stop teaching, and break the hospitality of the dream god;
Suck a little gold,
Smoke a little silver, smoke a little sunset red purple;
Jade wrist golden shuttle,
Study hard, wear more-
It turned into rosy clouds,
Shenque, angel song, angel dance.
Lovely pear vortex,
Explains the joy of virgin dreams,
Like dew,
Trembling, shining dawn in the lotus dish!
Village voice
The boat floated slowly in the weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listening to distant voices,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence;
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrustment and infinite ethereal spirit disappear;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence;
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Xiaofeng white-headed milk magpie,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
Xu zhimo's classic poem 4 "poison"
Today is not the day for me to sing,
I have a terrible smile on my lips,
Today is not the time for me to joke.
I have a cold sword in my heart;
Trust me,
My idea is evil, because the world is evil,
My soul is dark, because the sun has lost its luster,
My voice is like a night owl in the grave, because the world stifles all harmony,
My accent is like a ghost asking his enemy, because all favors give way to all grievances;
But believe me,
The truth is in my words. Although my words are like poison,
The truth is always unambiguous. Although my words seem to have the tongue of a two-headed snake,
Scorpion's tail tip,
Antennas of Pinus Wutai;
Just because my heart is filled with something stronger than poison,
More evil than a curse,
More rampant than fire,
More profound than death, I can't bear to have pity and love.
So, what I said is poisonous, cursed, burning and empty;
Trust me,
All our standards are buried in a tight tomb palace in coral soil.
The fragrance of the most vigorous sacrificial dishes cannot penetrate this tightly closed stratum:
All the rules are dead;
All our confidence is like a kite rotting on a branch.
We hold this broken line in our hands;
All confidence is rotten;
Trust me,
A huge shadow of doubt,
Like a dark cloud,
Covers all the relationships in the world:
The son of man no longer mourns his mother who has just died.
My brother stopped coming to hold my sister's hand,
Friends become enemies,
The watchdog turned and bit the master's leg;
Yes,
Doubt overrides everything;
Sitting on the side of the road crying,
Standing in the middle of the street,
Come to your window,
Are raped virgins:
I only see some rotten bright lotus flowers in the pond;
Flowing in the muddy water of human nature,
Like floating,
Five mutilated bodies,
They are benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith,
Flowing to the endless sea of time;
This sea is not calm,
The waves are rough,
Every wave of small white hats is clearly written, and people want it;
Adultery is everywhere;
Greed embraces justice,
Doubt compels sympathy,
Cowardice despises courage,
Insult love,
Violence against humanity,
Darkness tramples on light;
Listen,
This obscene voice,
Listen,
This cruel voice;
Tigers and wolves are on busy city streets.
The robber is in your wife's bed,
Sin exists in the depths of your soul ...
Xu Zhimo's classic poem 5: Thank you! My heart is beating again,
This sky blue, navy blue, bright sunshine,
Remove the unpleasant traces during the rainy season,
And let go of the traps and knots in my heart,
Like the dew of Ying Ying Datura flower,
Forget the confusion in ethereal and freedom:—
Confused, confused! I don't know where it came from,
Imprisoning the natural outpouring of my heart,
Terrible nightmare, endless cruel night.
The desire for awakening will only increase the numbness of the soul!
How many days, nights, mornings,
Laugh at my cocoon's enterprising existence?
I don't know how many times there have been bright moons, stars and clear skies,
The sound of mountains and the brilliance of running water ...
Live up to it! Live up to the call of nature,
Don't wake up, Shen Zui's coma and stubbornness!
Now, due to this unknown and extensive talent,
Wandering between the blue waves and the green islands,
What's more, fishing boats are connected with shadows and pavilions in the air.
On the horizon, arouse distant dreams and dreams;
I can't help but feel horrified and ashamed.
Sometimes the charm of a smile is a mallet of enlightenment! )
What suddenly god liberated me?
Sorrow, like hsinchu, has cracked its sheath,
Show the green gauze wrapped inside and wash it for me.
Blindness, seeing the joy of the universe again.
This may be a sign that my life will be updated;
The spirit of nature! Accommodate my prayers,
Allow me to gaze firmly, allow
My enthusiastic dedication, allow me to keep it.
This shows magic, which is now and here,
This unparalleled destruction of all intervals!
I don't even ask my hopes, my fears,
The future and the past are just vague illusions,
Not to visit the world and enter the door of happiness,
Just ask for the immortal mark you give me every time,
Into dust, invisible dust,
Follow the wheel of nature, go on, go on, ...