Comment on the first essay of Xu Zhimo's prose collection, Xu Zhimo, a magical name. He has both intellectual indifference to the world and enthusiasm for love like a fledgling teenager. His life experience made him write countless sad sentences. What impressed me most was his collection of essays. It is rare to have feelings, so give them true feelings. Most people think that his prose is nothing more than an affair or a few moans without illness. But for me, this vague and romantic attitude can make me feel comfortable, just as his prose gives me the impression that it is inevitable to take ability and give up.
In his article, I can see a lot of attitudes towards life and our choices in different environments. Can it be related to our life? Different attitudes, different angles and different choices make us different. Today, you can be a talented and resourceful teacher, and yesterday, you can also be an anxious, fidgety and fearful knowledge seeker. Perhaps the most commendable thing is that we don't forget the faith in our hearts, work hard for it, cry for it and be proud of it. As I said before, it is the ability to climb to the top, which requires sweat. If you want to see the most beautiful scenery, you must choose a distant place. Only if you have the ability and goals, we are not afraid of the hardships ahead. Giving up is inevitable, and there will be gains and regrets. You can't have your cake and eat it. We can't have both. We can only adjust our mentality and believe what Xu Zhimo said: the face is not necessarily the most sad. Loneliness is not necessarily unhappy. It may not last long to get it. Lose, not necessarily no longer have. Therefore, giving up is just a process of life. Don't regret for giving up, and don't regret more because of regret. What do you mean? On the road of life, we can't be clear about our own direction, but we can't live without it. With our own direction, even if this direction is shaken, it can temporarily guide us to a place to live.
Before this direction lost its effectiveness, I wandered to this place and opened a treasure chest with survival guides and a bunch of mouth-watering luxuries. I hesitate to think, how many girls want luxury goods? I can take it back to prove to others that I have a good life, even rich. The survival guide took me a lot of time and energy to ponder and think, but it can make my future life worry-free. I can only choose one of these two things. What will I choose and what should I choose? Giving up is inevitable, and how to do it?
After reading Xu Zhimo's prose collection, the words in the second poem seem to be a group of souls jumping on paper, who lit the immortal lamp in the poet's heart with their lives. It is with these ingenious squares that the poet spelled out the thoughts fluttering in the flute of the years and flashed his own light in the lost night sky. Poetry is an accidental encounter in the depths of memory and an inevitable collision in the emptiness. It is the ripple aroused by thoughts, the fragrance of dreams, it marks the feeling of an instant and carries the swan song of the times.
Throughout the ages, there have been many people writing poems and few poets. The difference between poets and poets is that poets tell their feelings with poems, and poets describe their lives with poems. Xu Zhimo is such a poet who pours out his life with his poems and pursues "beauty, love and freedom" with his life.
Xu Zhimo (1897.1.15 ~1931.19) is a modern poet and essayist. Shi Xia Town, Jianghai Ning County, Zhejiang Province. The printed name, the word Zhimo, and the small word Youshen. Used pen name: Nanhu, Yun Zhonghe. Xu Zhimo is a representative poet of Crescent School and a member of Crescent Poetry Society. 19 15 graduated from Hangzhou No.1 Middle School and studied in Shanghai Hujiang University, Tianjin Beiyang University and Peking University successively. 19 18 went to the United States to study banking. 192 1 went to study in the uk and became a special student at Cambridge university in London, studying political economy. My two years in Cambridge were deeply influenced by western education and romantic and aesthetic poets in Europe and America.
Recently, I read some poems by Xu Zhimo. In this cold winter, beautiful poems are lost in the cold, just like eating a bowl of hot noodles to warm the whole body. Reading his poems stems from my curiosity about his love story with three women. At first, I just did nothing, but after reading two articles, I found his poems short but profound and intriguing. Rare is a song that impressed me deeply.
It's hard to get
Xu zhimo
Rare, the night is so quiet,
Rare, the fire is so warm,
Rarely, silent relatives,
A pair of lonely souls!
There is no need to raise a camp or discuss it in detail.
Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,
Sitting quietly in front of the fire,
I can only silently count the lanes farther away.
Take a sip of water, my friend,
Moisturize chapped lips;
You add some coal, my friend,
A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.
On a cold winter night, my friend,
People began to cherish the rare furnace salary;
In this cold world,
Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!
This song "Rare" wrote a pair of "lonely" souls, looking at each other in the middle of the night and telling each other loneliness. However, this is not a moaning without illness, but the warmth of the fire close to the poet's heart, which is a concern for the cold status quo of the real society. People often associate poets with frustration and cowardice, but I think poetry is a sharp weapon in the hands of poets, which engraves social distinctions in black and white; Poetry is a good medicine for the entrance and beautifies people's hearts.
Through Xu Zhimo's poems, I feel his persistence in romance. Life is a miracle, why not make it full of romantic snowflakes? The poem "The Happiness of Snowflakes" combines romance with scenes;
Happy snow
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!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Reading poetry is not to probe into its meaning, but to pay more attention to its artistic conception. From emotion to scene to image is the great realm of reading poetry. My mood fluctuates with the appearance of poetry, and I feel my thoughts floating in the wind on the clouds outside the window, coming to the poet and feeling the impulse of the poet's creation. At the end of the poem, when I close the book, everything around me remains the same, but with a smile on my lips, I pay more attention to life.
The third part of Xu Zhimo's prose collection begins with Mr. Zhimo, and I can't help feeling for him. He is an influential writer and a person who loves life. Long-term poetry creation began at 192 1, and some poems read later also came from this period. Influenced by English aestheticists, they think that art is supreme. I have written many excellent works, which are deeply loved by readers.
Xu Zhimo's prose collection is a carefully selected prose work, which certainly brings me indispensable joy. Every chapter I read will be deeply immersed in it, and then develop fun in my spare time.
Among them, the most impressive is the essay "Essays on Europe", which is full of humor, philosophy and flexible language. Let readers immerse themselves in it and experience the emotions.
Tolstoy's views on books and people express his outlook on life. For Shakespeare's reply, let readers know his polite and gentle side.
Unfortunately, things will happen after all, because he was killed in an air crash on the way from Nanjing to Peiping and bid farewell to his brilliant life. Although death is glorious, there is no doubt that it is used on such poets. His death is a great loss in the history of literature, and a life still in its prime has come to an end.
But his life is wonderful. In terms of prose, the dialogue with Tagore is quite good. It is an achievement to have such contact with such an Indian poet and to travel around Asia with him. And influenced Xu Zhimo's goodwill towards the Indian Ocean.
Mr. Zhimo, a tourist, wrote many touching essays, including descriptions of the environment and things, as well as descriptions of the feelings between people.
In my opinion, what he wrote is the normal feeling of being touched, but he will use the most accurate and wonderful language to describe it and have a profound experience.
How happy I would be if the last collection of Xu Zhimo's essays in the world were in my hand. ...
On the fourth part of Xu Zhimo's prose collection, I left gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. "I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves without taking away a cloud. "
No more Cambridge, no more ambition. The familiar style is still unforgettable.
Xu Zhimo's Poems Collection contains four poems published by Xu Zhimo before his death, namely, Poems of Mo Zhi, Night in Kethleen, Tiger Collection and Wandering, and arranges his other poems and merges them into Wake Up! Wake up! Although the poet is indifferent, his works will remain in the hearts of readers forever.
Xu Zhimo is a talented poet. Although he himself said, "Before I was twenty-four, poetry, old or new, had nothing to do with me." But once he picked up the pen, his masterpiece appeared like a flash flood. As a representative of Crescent Poets, Xu Zhimo's poems are fresh in language, novel in metaphor, rich in imagination, beautiful in artistic conception, elegant in thought, changeable, full of romanticism and aestheticism. His poems are a colorful world, and his complex thoughts are also reflected in this world. His poems are about love, life, scenery and human suffering.
Here is a quote from Xu Zhimo's poem: "But some people, such as myself, have a hobby of falling leaves. The color is bright at first, but it changes after a long time, unless you keep it well. So my words, that is, my thoughts, are as useless as fallen leaves, and sometimes there are only a few traces of life. " With the reflection on my way of thinking, my thinking is not perfect, and sometimes it is just a redundancy. It looks gorgeous, but it can't stand scrutiny. It seems profound, but it can't be passed on to future generations. It is also a kind of helplessness! Helpless for yourself!
"The greatest mission of mankind is to make wings; The greatest success is flying! The ultimate ideal, endless imagination, from man to god! Poetry is born on the wing; Philosophy hovers in the air. Flying: above everything, covering everything, sweeping everything, breathing everything. " He can see the importance of ideals, the greatness of poetry and the beauty of philosophy. He can also wake people up with his pen instead of always paying attention to material things. The beauty of the soul is also very important. Poetry, which can bring you spiritual enjoyment, is indispensable
There are fewer and fewer poems nowadays, and fewer and fewer people read them. Indeed, poetry can't bring people wealth. Maybe you think it's just a waste of time. But you don't understand the meaning of poetry. That kind of true description of the soul, in front of the poet, you can see your own voice, maybe you have been hiding it, feelings you have never found.
"You really go, tomorrow? Then I, then I, ...
You don't have to worry, sooner or later; If you want to remember me, remember me,
Otherwise, forget that there is still me in this world as soon as possible, so that you will not think of time and space, but just a dream and a fantasy;
"Maybe you don't have the sentimental feelings of Tzu Chi, but you also have your feelings. Blinded by the secular world, open your eyes and look at the world of poetry. Poetry is not a task, a poet is not a profession, it is an awakening of self. Poetry is nothing. As long as we have that yearning heart, let us carefully read the complete works of Xu Zhimo's poems and find ourselves with unprecedented feelings.